Q: Look, it's finished! Kaput! Done!

We had M. Butterfly analysis done in my Literary Interpretation class today. It was awesome. Brendan as monotonous Frenchman, Gallimard and ColleenF as Chinese Opera singer, Song Liling. ColleenF did a great job with reading her lines, it was so intense and filled with passion. I should find a day to pour some details regarding the drama since it is really an awesome one. Strangely awesome. Maybe it's because of the Oriental blood kicking in. (Kiasu, must support.)

Er...let's see... I chose to do Suzuki (Cio Cio San's maid), also a character overlapping from Madame Butterfly. She has this long paragraph in Scene V. I did well on that, heck it's just reading, no biggie. Me saying "Girl, he's a loser" sent some of my classmates laughing. Then again, do Oriental girls say such words? I believe we prefer to get our dads to handle things; rotan, parang, and all. Haha^^

Now onwards to my assignment! Show me the meaning of procrastination at its best!

P/s: Sai Yi kicked my Simba off the bed. The poor thing was crying about his bruised paws.

Ah! Dolce notte!
Beautiful night!
Vonnie S.

Q: OMG...this is fantastic!

Just relax, let it hop around your taste buds. It dances in your mouth and tempts the heck outta you with such a cute label name. Despite the friggin weather, having it is good to the last spoon. Perfect, just perfect. Ahhhhh~~~

It's not just any ice cream, it's Premium.
Vonnie S.

Q: I am getting a Migraine, and I better leave.

The weather is getting colder as I am typing this post. Let’s just say the gray hanging clouds over head and the tormenting rain in the face are not helping with the situation either. They keep people in the buildings. The streets are practically lifeless and empty. I get hungrier by the minute. The sad shade of the outdoors is depressing. Yea, that reminds me. My laundries aren’t ready yet because of the stupid malfunctioning dryer. That would simply mean I have to head out there in another 45 minutes. I don’t want to…

Semester is going on well. Quite well. Smoothly, not quite so, except all is well. I appreciate that to an extent, the busy times are what’s keeping me on my tippy toes day to day. Heck, I even got sick twice and it worked in a cycle of fever, cough, flu, phlegm and flu again. Not pretty as I stared at them mucus colors change from white, cream to transparent. Disgusting things congesting my lungs. Truth to be told, it is a season of confrontation if I say so myself. I did a couple of that, and made a good friend cry, I faced my fears and learned what it means to dig deep. Yes, the weather is depressing and it has been one tough miserable semester, wow it’s like a train wreck. But I’m loving it.

Not everything is awful. I had my fair share of surprises over the months. Two honor society invitations, two astounding brothers, a brand new acoustic guitar, a job offer overseas, couple of “insects” stalking about, free dinners at the cafeteria and many more such welcoming gifts. I am equally thankful for these wonderful bequests.

Rwar, Dancing with the Stars Finale are now on TV. And my clothes are beckoning me to brave the winds once again. That's me, living life on the edge.

I’ll leave with a shout out to TsingYie and PeiLi. Study hard and good luck besties!

Rock on Kyle! (though I think Jennifer will win and she DID!)
Vonnie S.

Credits: A Moment Suspended in Time by angelreich

Q: I'm about to tell you a ghost story...

In class yesterday, this American friend of mine, wanted to tell me a ghost story about the East Campus side of WMU. I must say, she set up the scene pretty finely as she put on a very serious look, along with a rather whispery voice, and said...

"There was this camping trip the students organized during last summer. The night was dark and there were no traces of stars in the sky. It was quite chilly, surprisingly so...they said. I have a friend who was on fire duty that night and she wasn't supposed to leave the bonfire place, but she did anyway. Her partner on duty warned her about walking alone, but my friend couldn't be bothered and walked toward the east campus building in search for a bathroom.

She found it, eventually, but her head began to hurt terribly. It was so painful, she lost her footings sometime. Footsteps can be heard across the hallway. Someone was closing a door. Yet, she moved into the bathroom to hide and to relieve herself. There was absolutely no one in there. She got into a cubicle and tried to get things done as soon as she can. But as she got up from the toilet seat, she saw the toilet seat was stained with blood."

I gulped and she continued.

"It seems it was time for her period and she forgotten to use her pad."

Damn potong steam wei! I nearly slam my psychology book into her face. Trust me, you have no idea.

Tsk tsk tsk...
Vonnie S.

Q: 時に君はSかMか

き　緊　受　こ　楽　金　　　　
ら　縛　け　う*　し　閣
き　が　て　日　み　寺
ら　　　　　の　だ　。
と　　　　　光　　　。
　　　　　　を　　　。

Seitokai Yakuindomo is awesome!

*Translation
Kinkakuji...so exciting...in the sunlight,
the kinbaku (rope binding) will glitter.

Q: If you can't beat it, shoot it.

So we were playing the Taboo board game awhile back during one of a Friday mini gathering and encountered two rather interesting scenario. Thanks to Sheta and HuaSet.
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HuaSet got "Family Tree" as his taboo word. The game works better for those who are good in English. You’ll need a wide vocabulary to help guide your teammates to guess the word you’re having. But he was worried about other things as well, since his girlfriend, ChuSyen knows exactly what her boyfriend is saying despite just gesturing. Talk about same frequency. (Btw, ChuSyen was in the opposing team. Then, it really became his worst nightmare.)

HS: You know...er...up there got one, then down there got two, and three and four...

Everyone else gave blank looks and a couple of "huhs?" can be heard.

CS: Family Tree!

What can I say, it's fun to separate couples then you see them bombarding each other. It's cute in a way. Again HuaSet, it’s a family tree…ultimately, you have to start with TWO people, not ONE.

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But I believe Sheta delivered the epic moment of the game. You see, I got "50 cent" as the Taboo word. I know it is about a rapper. But I don’t know any of the songs he wrote (and I bet my teammates, ChuSyen and Jenny don’t too) so, I went ahead devising other ways to help them guess it out. Thus, in all my cleverness, I had a flawless plan, or so I thought.

Me: If you take two quarter coins, how much does it add up to?

ST: *with much gusto* ONE DOLLAR!!!

Omg...that my friends, reminded me very much of MelC with her “arteri” moment.

LOL,
Vonnie S.

Q: Ma, it's fine.

It keeps crawling, and coming, and picking at his sanity. He does what he can to stay calm. Head down, hands at his side, roaming the hallway unnoticed by most, except for those who plague him. He never did anything to deserve harassment, but then again who did? He prays every night just to be invisible. Although he aches for affection, he doesn't want the attention given through shoves and strikes. It's not only physical. The verbal abuse is just as abundant. And some times, it hurts a lot worse. All sorts of obscenities are yelled, as he tries to ignore and just keep walking. But one can only ignore for so long. He balls his fists up, and tightens his hands, hoping to just bottle up his frustration without an episode. He just wants to be unnoticed. He doesn't stick up for himself, hoping that by being the 'bigger man', and just walking away, the harassment would stop. But it doesn't. And some times he blames himself. There has to be a reason they pick on me, he would say to himself, but never out loud. Any time he tries to make his situation known, he is patronized and belittled by condescending adults who just don't understand.A person can only take so much before they reach their breaking point. Being shoved into lockers, randomly punched, and verbally harassed brings otherwise quiet, shy people to the brink. And this boy is no different. He shakes his fists and his eyes close, as he tries to disappear. Just disappear off to some distant world where he isn't the awkward, weird kid that walks through the hallways and is constantly bullied. But there's no magic in hoping or wishing, and you can't just hope your problems away. Today he decides to take a stand, and stick up for himself. His fists no longer shake, instead they are sledgehammers and weights that come down on top of another child's face. It doesn't matter who the child is, or what they've done. Years of bottled up rage and frustration now on the delivering end, instead of the receiving end. The blame is irrelevant and the cause doesn't matter. Whether the bullied or the bully, there's still a victim, and often it is both.

I hope he's okay.
Vonnie S.

Q: 天使にふれたよ！

I was left speechless upon hearing this song. Partly may be the fact that it shooked Azunyan (our 2010 SaiMoe champ) to tears...and it is a song sang by the entire Houkago TT band. I digress. The song reminded me of the many moments in life as a student, the fun times and especially well, the bitter sweet taste of graduation.

Then again, a friend of mine revealed an interesting interpretation of hers via Skype, stating that it universally applies to friends who have walked into and out of our lives. Friends that are busy with their new founded routine and they stopped sharing the same cakes or bus rides or even a conversation. Makes sense.

In conclusion, this song is my personal favourite of the season. If I am to play it every day on Youtube at least once, I viewed it with much sentimental value. XD

I Touched An Angel!

Vocals: Vocals: After-School Tea Time (Toyosaki Aki, Hikasa Yoko, Sato Satomi, Kotobuki Minako, as Hirasawa Yui, Akiyama Mio, Tainaka Ritsu, Kotobuki Tsumugi)
Lyrics: Inaba Emi
Composition & Arrangement: Kawaguchi Susumu

Hey, for the pieces of my memories
If I save them as a new file
A “treasure” is exactly what it is

Yeah, I spent my time
To fill up the space in my heart
Every single day was a throbbing color

The uniform I’m used to and my indoor shoes-
The doodles on the whiteboard-
I think I have to leave them
At the entrance to tomorrow

But I was able to meet a wonderful angel!
Graduation isn’t the end
Because we’ll still be friends from now on

The photos of us together-
Our matching keychains-
Are shining forever
I’ll always thank you for your smile

Hey, the sakura treesS
eem to have grown a little, too
Even if it was at an invisible, slow speed

Surely that sky was watching
When I tripped again and again
And yet I was still able to walk to the end

In the halls after school
The wings of musical notes spilled out lightly
If only we could stay like thisUntil they pile up all soft and fluffy

But I touched a lovable angel!
I feel like saying “I’m back”
This place won’t change
My e-mailbox-
The calendar marked off with circles-
I thank the music
That gave me my encounter with a terrific dream

At the home station, on the riverbank
Even if we’re separated, let’s look up at the same sky
And sing in unison!

But I was able to meet a wonderful angel!
Graduation isn’t the end
Because we’ll still be friends from now on
If you say, “I love you lots”I’ll reply,
“I love you lots and lots”
I don’t have anything forgotten anymore
We’ll always be together for eternity

The end of yet another great anime, into my favourite list it goes.

Dedication to all the friends who had left a handprint on my tabula rasa,
Vonnie S.

Q: Death beckons new meaning to Life

There is a place where balloons end up after they slip out of the hands of a little girl as she grasps for the string that slowly drifts further beyond her reach. Sometimes, balloons just become untied and slowly float away until they are out of sight.

Haven't you ever wondered where balloons end up once they easily glide out of the hands of lovers, friends, families? A place where moonlight shivers as it touches lost memories and licks the sweet shining fantasies only to be poisoned. So beautiful, so deadly. Memories like mercury in the moonlight.

There is a place sound goes when there isn't a soul around to hear it. A place rain falls and water rushes and trees snap. The air is thick and tastes of soft violets. Mirrors reflect space and the sky expands with the blink of an eye, opening the ground beneath you to a place you never knew existed.

That is where I live.

There is no Sun here. Light comes and goes. I live in the shadows of others light. When someone blows out a candle, the sky is lit up with a bright fiery breath that slowly fades into dust. That's how I ended up here. I was blown out, just like a candle. I was invisible to everyone but the one who destroyed me, and now I am born of the ashes that poison me. My hair ties me to this world, my skin doesn't let me leave. This is who I am.

The balloons stay for a long time. I can smell their sweet intoxicating memories. A first trip to a carnival, a celebrated birthday, the welcome of new life, the woes of an ended one. I once tried to reach for one of them, but my hand shriveled before me. I can't touch memories that aren't mine, nor can I make them. I don't know what death is. Perhaps it's where I am now. Or maybe I'm just somewhere in between, brushed off by the world like so many have been before me.

When a balloon pops, my world shifts into darkness. A current rushes through the air like the electricity on your lips of newly discovered chemistry. My heart quakes underneath my skin and for a moment slides out from my body and I am left a lifeless form, engulfed by a lost memory. Lately, more balloons have been popping and withering away. Forgotten memories litter the grounds, the only thing I know to call home. People are forgetting. And I'm bound to the place that pumps the life-giving poison to my veins. I wonder if this place used to be beautiful. It seems I've forgotten…

Dedication to Ah Nin Popo
RIP 27th October 2010 10.30 pm

Special thanks to LittleLottexo and Rinian