Deidre made a small sound to Hinata's left, and he did not have to turn to know that there would be an amused smile on her face. Lilianne told them her name, unhesitatingly, and the usual polite commentary of how lovely it was replayed. Things went on rather smoothly after that, except when Xenia turned her charm onto Charlot.

"So, what is your brother's name, Lilianne?" she asked, smiling at him most prettily, her sugar-cube teeth dazzling.

"Master Charlot is my father, Master Xenia," Lilianne replied brightly.

Lilianne's smile would be the most beautiful thing of earth at that moment >D

E=BAD ROMANCE^2



HMMMM.
btw, am I the only one who's noticed that the authors of the book have the same surname as the bears? D:

And if we are the body, how’d the pretty man get so ugly? How’d he get all these spaces between each limb? And if there is one thing bigger than my head, that’s the distance I’ve been mislead. Cause I think we were made too pretty. We’re caught up in a stare and we can’t break. We know nothing changes too slowly.

I lied, the quote's from Tugboat Comlpex. :D

OH 1024x763 MONITOR, I LOVE YOU.
LOOK AT HOW HUGE THE PICTURES ARE ON DEVART!
LOOK AT ALL THE DETAILS I CAN SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!

Oh yeah.

StarFighter Comics is such a cool comic.
EXCEPT IT'S EXPLICIT AND MY EYEBALLS BURNED WHEN I READ.
ARGH, I'M GOING TO GO BLIND FOR NOW AND FOREVER MOREEEE.

As Hinata buttoned the double-breasted coat, he was vaguely aware of Charlot watching him once more, hawkishly, when he would usually be occupied in his thoughts, or gazing at some distant corner of the room.

"Something wrong, Master Charlot?" He asked, out of sheer politeness, as he primped the collar of the coat, creasing out the lapels, flattening the starched fabric down against Charlot's chest.

"It appears that you may have grown taller, waif." Charlot's comment seemed rather bemused, maybe even slightly puzzled.

Hinata fought the irritation that rose valiantly. It was always so difficult for him to counter any comment towards his very visible lack of height. Especially when the comment came from a man who was perhaps taller than half of the population in the country. "I hardly think I'll be growing any taller at twenty-two, Master Charlot," he managed evenly, as he adjusted the shoulders of the coat aligning it perfectly.

"No, really. See here the top of your head is almost to my neck now. I remember it was barely to my collar bone when I first met you!"

"The distance between your coller bone and neck isn't that far, you probably remembered wrongly."

Doing some rereading and revisiting on my inital ideas on how to finish it.
DID I REALLY WRITE THAT? OMG IT IS SO FRIGGIN PWNSOME.

Absolute love:

"I hardly think that that's going to detract from the fact, Master Charlot," Hinata told him matter-of-factly, lulled into a sense of satisfaction and comfort by the crackle of fire, "That your darling horse is the only thing I've seen that's taller than you, and is sturdy enough to be ridden into war."

Charlot named that particular horse Vercingetorix, which means "king over warriors" from Gaulish ver "on, over" combined with cingeto "marching men, warriors" and rix "king". Charlot is a proud, vain twit and I'm sure it shows.

And yes, the ONLY things in the story taller than Charlot is his horse and the ceiling.

Cousins came over for the weekend from KL.
I finally made it to Bras Basar and the National Library.
Art Friend is a whole lot huger than I thought it would be.

Sorry I'm such a sua gu okay? D:

Quotes!
I realised that I haven't done a quote post since school reopened.
So here's the first quote post of the year?

I wouldn’t raise my child inside this city anyway. They grow up too savvy and they grow up too fast. And they know about buying shit and they know about sex. And they know about investment banking and also about brokerage firms. And they know about the numbers and they know about the words. And they know about the bottom line and also about stones. And they know about careers and about the real deals. And they all grow up and become people’s people with people skills.

"Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives… and to the “good life”, whatever it is and wherever it happens to be."

Dr. Hunter S. Thomspon, Proud Highway; Saga of a Desperate SOuthern Gentleman

Listening to Stereophonics right now.
Are they even of my era I wonder?
I suspect that they're probably from the early 2000s, but that song I like was first released in 2008! :O Whaaaaaat?

Last quotes for you from my book!

In the first few days after the funeral, our interest in the Lisbon girls only increased. Added to their loveliness was a new mysterious suffering, perfectly silent, visible in the blue puffiness beneath their eyes or the way they would sometines stop in mid-stride, look down, and shake their heads as though disagreeing with life.

The man lashhed the fence, in sections, to his truck and -- getting paid for it -- gave Mr. Bates the worst lawn job we'd ever seen. We were amazed our parents permitted this, when lawn jobs usually justified calling the cops. But now Mr. Bates didn't scream or try to get the truck's license plate, nor did Mrs. Bates, who had once wept when we set off firecrackers in her state-fair tulips-- they said nothing, and our parents said nothing, so that we sensed how ancient they were, how accustomed to trauma, depression, and wars. We realised that the version of the world they rendered for us was not the world they really believed it, and that for all their caretaking and bitching about crabgrass they didn't give a damn about lawns.

Long love affair with this song.
Long story.

Addicted

I'm so addicted to
All the things you do
When your rolling round with me
In between the sheets
All the sounds you make
With every breath you take
It's unlike anything
when you're loving me

oh girl lets take it slow
so as for you well you know where to go
I want to take my love and hate you till the end

It's not like you to turn away
from all the bullshit I cant take
it's not like me to walk away

I'm so addicted to all the things
you do when your rolling round with me
in between the sheets
all the sounds you make with every breathe you take
it's unlike anything
when you're loving me

I know when it's getting rough
all the times we spend
when we try to make
this love something better than
just making love again
its not like you to turn away
all the bullshit I can't take
just when I think I can walk away,

I'm so addicted to all the things
you do when your rolling round with me
in between the sheets
all the sounds you make
with every breathe you take
it's unlike anything

I'm so addicted to the things you do
when your rolling round with me
all the sounds you make with every breath you take
it's unlike anything when you're loving me
when you're loving me

I cannot make it through
all the things you do
there's just got to be more to you and me

I'm so addicted to all the things you do
when your rolling round with me
in between the sheets
all the sounds you make with every breath you take
it's unlike anything
it's unlike anything

I'm so addicted to
all the things you do
when your rolling round with me

all the sounds you make with every breath
you take its unlike anything
I'm so addicted to you
addicted to you

The more I try to reread Interview with a Vampire, the more hints I get about how Louis feels about Lestat, and the more romantically inclined/abusive controlling their relationship develops in my mind. It's interesting, to some extent. I mean, romantic and controlling aren't really two words that can go together unless one of them is negated.

And oh, remember Skinny? That Ibi Kaslik book? I finished it. again.
It was as good as it was down to the very last word.


Summary: Do you ever get hungry? Too hungry to eat?

Holly’s older sister, Giselle, is self-destructing. Haunted by her love-deprived relationship with her late father, this once strong role model and medical student, is gripped by anorexia. Holly, a track star, struggles to keep her own life in balance while coping with the mental and physical deterioration of her beloved sister. Together, they can feel themselves slipping and are holding on for dear life.

This honest look at the special bond between sisters is told from the perspective of both girls, as they alternate narrating each chapter. Gritty and often wryly funny, Skinny explores family relationships, love, pain, and the hunger for acceptance that drives all of us.


This book was the one that got me started on the gritty genre. After this I picked up similar ones in first person narrating self-destruction and eventual death. I liked the tight first-person narrative, the bleary outlooks and everything. It's a lot more vivid in first person, and it's a lot more personal and engaging than it would have been in third-person.

Giselle is a very very very engaging character. She's perfect: good grades, moderately pretty, modest, careful and determined, but she's also a flop: she hates herself. She's a perfectionist, and she's suffering from a mental disorder more so than anything else. There are times when you will hear her narrating about her, a controlling character who screams and thrashes at her for every single small mistake (five skewers at a potluck, having alfredo instead of white-wine-mussel sauce) and convinces her that she's worthless (especially about that guy she likes). The pacing is not very good -- I didn't like the subplots about her parent's pasts because it seemed badly out-of-place and unfinished, even though it was to some point illuminating, but everything else is wonderful.

So? While I finish The Alchemist, go pick up a copy.

"'Allo 'Allo!" is a film from 1982. It is mainly comedy, about a French man named Rene, who has a wife and a cafe. The cafe also has several waitresses he has flings with, many many German customers (WWII, the Germans got their hands on France) and also an underground resistance in the basement.

Chaos ensues.

...

Who am I kidding, I haven't watched the bloody film.
But anyway, I found my way onto the quotes page of 'Allo, 'Allo! and god it was worth it. Here are some of my favourites.


[Maria has disguised the airmen as waitresses, so René mimes to them that they must not go upstairs with the Germans]
Flying Officer Carstairs: [turning to Fairfax] What was all that about?
Flying Officer Fairfax: I think he means that if Hitler comes in and wants us to go upstairs with him, we're not to go.
Flying Officer Carstairs: Is he like "that," then?
Flying Officer Fairfax: Oh, yes.
René: [to the others] And they must not speak.
[Rene turns to the airmen and mimes that they must be silent]
Flying Officer Carstairs: What does that mean?
Flying Officer Fairfax: Well, if we do go upstairs with Hitler, we're not to tell anyone.
Flying Officer Carstairs: Well, it's hardly the sort of thing you boast about, is it.


Herr Flick: [to the tune of the Hokey Pokey] You put your right boot in, you take your right boot out, you do a lot of shouting and you shake your fists about. You light a little smokie and you burn down ze town, zat's vot it's all about. Ah, Himmler, Himmler, Himmler...
[cut off by telephone]


Yvette Carte-Blanche: What is happening?
Maria Recamier: We were both aroused by the banging.
Edith: I too was aroused by the banging.
Roger Leclerc: I was aroused when I saw the girls with the candles.


[upon seeing Leclerc's latest disguise]
René: Man of a thousand faces, every one the same.


And btw everytime I see the word 'Allo, I am reminded of this:


NUMA NUMA NUMA YAY.

won't lie. I'm really supposed to be doing my ss homework right now.
But then I got distracted, so here I am.

I'll make it really quick.

Pictures!

Also also, those shoes at the end? They totally exist.
Google: Nina Ricci Boots AW09/10

And neck corsets? Totally my type of thing.
Steampunk watches too.
Corsets too.

That lace neck collar, the black one?
I would totally want one.
It'd end up those one-time wear things that languish in my wardrobe, but I would love to own it anyway. So classic. Though it seems totally bondage fetish -.-;

Is it bad that I have so many accomplishable goals for 2010?

Look, I put down that I wanted to run a marathon for this year.
AND THEN it turns out that there's a 5km run in SAFARI & ZOO in February!

ZOMGWTFBBQ, IT MUST BE FATE!
can someone please go with me even though it's pathetic i need someone to hold my hand through bloody 6.3km? :|

and after I thought of it, I have a lot more bric-a-brac to add:
.Volunteer at an animal shelter.
.Finish the draft of And Then She Fell and revise it in June holidays
.Start a Book Blog
.Quit Gaiaonline entirely.
.Maybe join the LJ roleplay communities
.Run a 5km marathon!
.Score >20 for all of my persuasive essays
.Score an A2 for E Maths
.Score A1 for Bio! :D Hereditary Genetics! Molecular genetics! I'm in love.
.Finish one fully-inked, water-coloured picture
.Sketch fanart! ALWAYS WANTED TO, NEVER DID.
.Make it to Victoria JC and storm their debate club.
.Always remember to smile.
.Solve the mystery case of SLK

On a completely unrelated note, I'm still on antibiotics and will continue to be for the rest of January. Little green tablets, oblong and plasticky, they're kind of cute and apparently they're going to fix me. It's weird and really kind of psycho, but I actually quite like being on medication. Not like Panadol or anything, but like medicating away minor illnesses? I like full-course antibiotics mainly because I have an excuse to keep medicating after the illness is mostly gone away. Not to sound crazy, but they make me feel like I'm fixing myself. Everything. The bad attitude, the pretentiousness, the fake smiles and the pessimism: really truly everything. I won't lie, it's a nice feeling, that you're trying to fix yourself.

Pity it doesn't work.

And before I go? Here's a quote from Skinny by Ibi Kaslik:

I have so many things to say to her I can't even get the order straight. I want to ask her: why did you spin so far out when there isn't even that far to go in this bastard world?

At night, when the house is dark and I can't sleep, I pray for her body to grow strong. I pray for her soul to stand straight up, for the end of her nightmares. I pray even though I'm past praying. I call on Jesus even through he never calls on me.

Quobe by Holly Vasco, younger sister of Giselle, daughter of Tesla.

Someone can totally beat me at this slashhack pairing game eh?
Byakuran and Shouichi?
EVEN I DIDN'T THINK OF THAT.

But no, ur doin it WRONG.
cause OTP = Byakuran/Mukuro.

So there!

“If you know Gilbert so well, where does he keep his socks and why?” Arthur groaned at this, knowing the answer from the first day they met.

“Microwave. He’s convinced the radiation will give him superpowers one day.” Ludwig still didn’t look entirely convinced, but he relaxed.

Awww, Gilbert!
Btw? Gilbert is the nation Prussia. Ludwig, his brother is Germany, Arthur is England, Alfred is America and Kiku is Japan. OH yeah.

“Anyway, you are coming back to the tour bus this instant! You’ve already been exposed for far too long! They’ll be swarming soon.”

“Who?” Arthur asked. Suddenly, a shrill shriek pierced the air like the cry of a banshee and the four men turned in time to see a teary-eyed girl surrounded by a whole swarm of her counterparts.

“Oh my God, is that Alfred!?” a girl squealed.

“Holy shit it is! And there’s that cute little Asian boy from A-Bang!”

“Let’s tear off their clothes and sell them on E-bay!”

“There’s too many of them!” Ludwig shouted, grabbing Alfred and Kiku roughly by the arms and shoving them both at Arthur. “If what you say is true and you are my brother’s friend, protect the packages, I’ll follow behind and try to keep them at bay!” Kiku looked utterly terrified whereas Alfred stared worriedly over his shoulder as he took the flowers back from Arthur.

“You’re not going to tase them again, right?”

“Go! That’s an order! I’ll be right behind you!”

“Oh, bullocks, what have I gotten myself into?” Arthur groaned, taking both singers' hands starting to run as a white van stuffed to the bursting point with paparazzi screeched up the street after them.

“Alfred!” a girl’s voice wailed.

“Alfred, Kiku, look over here for a picture!”

“Alfred I just want an autograph!”

“Kiku! Kiku, wait! I can speak Japanese, kawaii desu!”

“Alfred-kun, I’m frightened!” Kiku wailed.

I'm frightened too Kiku, of your ooc-ness.

I named this photo "The Two of Us".
The Evian water bottles you see? They were designed by Christian Lacriox.
Whoa~ I want one now. Lace patterns!

I returned all of my books just now to the library in Sengkang (hey librarians? I hope you have a whole lot of trouble trying to shelve the books cause I know you don't have the appropriate sections in them. HA!) and got more. So, no more Code Book, 50 Genetic Ideas, Idiot's Guide to Vampires and Fast Food Nation. Now I stocked up on pure fiction instead, after I went on my non-fiction binge. Gracing my shelves are Skinny (I've read it before, I know I know.), The Alchemist and Violin by Anne Rice.
...I know right?
OMG WTF ANNE RICE!
Again.
Oh yeah.

And of course, finally, plans for 2010.
For the past 32512325 times (well, actually just three) that I've written any plans for the new year, I wrote them on 31st November on the dot. But uhh, cause I was stranded in Malacca (and had a sinseh crack the whole length of my spine to which my unsympathetic mother said "woah, nice one" in hokkien. FML.) without any internet (my cousin owns a computer, but forgot to pay the internet bill for THREE FRICKIN MONTHS) I'm writing them on the 2nd day of the new year. Better now than never yes?




Finish the two prettiest books on my shelf: Unfinished Tales and The Silmarillon by Tolkien. I bought them ages and ages and ages ago, and I never got past the first four pages after the prologue. It is a long-winded book (worse than The Lord of The Rings! Ask Abigail.) but I have a feeling it is all worth reading. What can I say? I have to finish it someday.

“If you aren’t enjoying your clothes, then you really are missing the point.”

Quote by Betty Halbreich.

Am I the only crazy person who plans to add clothing to her "things to do in 2010" list? For 2010, I promise to shop more at Forever 21 and Cotton On. I kid. I plan to wear a skirt on my next outing with friends (I wear skirts on family outings, so it doesn't count!), do something about the ton of unworn T-shirts I've amassed, and break out those tops I got from G2000 blu. And that waistcoat. Must wear that more. I promise that in 2010 I will wear that monochrome plaid skirt that I didn't dare wear after I saw a lolita wear it (with a pink turtle-neck and a boyfriend on her arm) wear in Black Alice (a lolita store) in Cathay, and wear striped arm-warmers, knee-socks and scarf TOGETHER with the skirt.



For 2010, I plan to attend Cosfest. I will try my best to make it this year, and I will save up to get at least one of the art books I've always wanted: Kuroshitsuji, CLAMP's X/1999 or... Code Geass. I really want to own Kuroshitsuji's manga, but I don't plan on actually buying issue after issue, so... we'll see? Also also, I plan to print out a couple of my favourite art pieces, or purchase some prints from DevArt. I also want to design a mural for my bedroom wall. (:

Volunteer at an animal shelter.

Turns out Mutts and Mittens is reeeeeally much nearer to my house than I realised! Or maybe I could help out at the Cat Welfare Society or SPCA.

Finish the draft of And Then She Fell and revise it in June holidays

I have to finish it someday. I should really learn to finish writing something.

Start a Book Blog,

and write about the things I love most about books, writing and everything inbetween.

Run a 5km marathon!

Score >20 for all of my persuasive essays

Score an A2 for E Maths

Finish one fully-inked, water-coloured picture

Make it to Victoria JC and storm their debate club.

Always remember to smile.