hmm.. was feeling rather depressed cause of tmr. =X but den.. simin and i went on a song sending spree!! so fun!! whee!! and i felt happier!! =) simin u rock!!! =)
update on hw. let's see. geog heck. math blanks heck. physics heck (yea, i wanna get myself killed. fancy hecking physics!!) but who cares? i'm in too bad a mood (simin helped for me to be in a good mood, but yea, still have some bad bood left).
eye trying to tell me something by being itching and i rubbed until red. grr. mayb it's telling me to stop playing com. but who cares. i'll love to pon tmr..
not that i didn't do hw today. finished my compo!! am so proud of it. but the handwriting's messy and perhaps in my anxiety to write my idea out, careless grammer came spilling out.. ahh. =) but nvm.
smallville later!! *mood improves* =)
hmm. taking a leaf outta ppl's book.. i'll type my compo in here.. =)
describe the suspense for waiting for someone to arrive “What? You’ve found Michael?” I shrieked. Michael was my long-lost brother, who had simply disappeared during a camp at Lake Reel seven years ago. Lake Reel was a huge lake, sparkling diamonds over hundred acres. Muddy swamps fringe the edges of the opalescent lake. Often, as I gaze at the sun-stained surface, I wondered if Michael went willingly with the water Nymphs he used to tell me about before he had disappeared. “Don’t scream like some wild thing. Yes, he’s due to arrive tomorrow,” Mother snapped, tears glittering in her dark brown eyes, her usually tightly bound hair messy. I could almost feel myself exploding with questions! However, I knew Mother would only snap at me in her current mood. I went to my private spot at one small corner of our luxurious garden. “Are they sure it would be Michael and not some imposter after our riches,” I mused. “Don’t worry, it’ll be him,” Dad strolled towards me. “in fact, you ought to be excited finally meeting a brother whom you have no impression of,” Dad continued, his gaze traveling to the Lake reflecting sunlight. “Of course I remember him!,” I replied hotly. I used to wish he would come back when I was younger, but recalling how my parents used to shower their attention on him, I could feel a knot tighten at the base of my stomach. Would I have to fight for the attention a neglected child would crave for like before? I could feel the corners of my mouth tightening. Then the image of Michael swam into my mind’s eyes. I reacalled the delightful faeries stories he used to entertain me with, the protective stance he adopted whenever one of the Townies threatened me. My eyes misted over with tears. It would not be my big bro’s fault my parents prefer him.
(to be continued if i feel lik it)
forget it. i won't type the whole compo. mayb it sucks. cause i bored myself with it.. gahh. =X
signing off
amethyst
5:57 PM
say something'
plain.amethyst.palace
plainpalace.sally.yip
aquarian snake
Singapore
Alexandra Hill Pri, Nan Hua Sec, Victoria Junior College, NUS P h a r m12'
Lady`Mage =)
plainpalace@hotmail/gmail.com
let it go'
if you cant hold on, let it go and come back in your heart
hopes and wishes
.books
.more bc dresses!, bags
.necklaces, bracelets (to spice up boring outfits!)
.above preferably of diamonds and white gold. >< or gold. or precious stones. =P
.musical box that plays pirates of Caribbean Davy Jones soundtrack
.own room -.-
.blank nice books to write my diary
.mont blanc fountain pen ><
.supernatural, grey's anatomy, heros, charmed, csi complete DVDs