Beware of the evil fans

  The body was flung backwards and he could only helplessly watch in fascinated horror as it hit the fans, blood squirting in all directions as the fan’s momentum was abruptly halted by the external force that was the bleeding body. Gravity soon brought the two crashing back down towards the surface of the earth; their force was much greater than the old wooden floorboard’s reaction force, consequently sending the pair through it. Shakily crawling to the newly made whole that occupied most of the worn out room, he didn’t dare wander to far over it, lacking the desire to fall through to the next floor down of the shabby five storey building. From the lack of movement of the unrecognisably mutilated body, he assumed it safe to presume it dead. Not letting his knees to getting any weaker than it already is, he made clumsy stumbles and crawls down the flight of stairs that had surprisingly held even through the recent fight it went through. 

lol^^;  

in english, today we deemed fans to be very dangerous.

For it's velocity is very quick, if it is halted by say, a english teacher's hand cause he randomly keeps raising it above his head when talking, hypothetically speaking, the fan will quickly reach an state of inertia as the hand stops in from spinning. Because the time it is reduced to inertia is short, it means the impact of the collision will be pretty big. and that means a very bloody hand.... 

mehh... i can't really remember, but it was something similiar to a car crash

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i'm getting so nerdy -_-;

where did all this weird phy stuff randomly come out from??????

anyways moral of story/physics: do not stick your hand in a moving fanXDD

W e i r d S t u d y i n g I d e a s

Was thinking about how much stuff I need to study, and why not combine them all together?
I could study english, physics and chemistry all at the same time, if I write a creative writing piece full of physics and chem right?
Tried it in the past before, and they didn't turn out as well as I hoped:
The Immune System Story
and some other D. Gray man story that involved the pH scale and radioisotopes... ^^;
Sorta helped me remember all the science facts, but the plots were horrible.

if I still did art, it would be pretty good though, since if it was art, it would be describing artworks and stuff right？

 

The street was soft dark coloured patches of shadow, framing the town commanded silence and peace while the warm colours of the street lamps drew attention to the almost empty streets. The lone figure walking down the drenched street felt quite welcomed as the wet surface of the ground reflected back the bright lights, the colours  lifting up the atmosphere into a friendly welcome.

^^; something like that...?

and if its for chem, or phy, something like this...

  Bob grimaced as he felt the Low Density Polyethlyene beneath his gluttinux maximus (don't think i spelt it right- not doing bio) giving away, afterall, this kind of plastic was manufactured under high pressures and temperatures causing the carbon chains to branch out, which consequently gave the material soft and flexible properties. It made good plastic bags for holding one kilogram worth of groceries, but when it acted as a cross between a hammock and a chair for a boy of fifty or so kilograms, it didn't hold as well. Why his mother did not buy a high density polyehylene chair, which would be much less opaque compared to the rubbish bag he was sitting on, and also much more rigid thanks to it's unbranched chains due to the low pressures and temperature conditions it was made in, it gave the plastic a crystalline structure that would steadily hold his weight. Thinking of weight, if only the gravitational field on the Earth was less, then his weight would also be less as his weight was only a force acted on by the acceleration of gravity as according to Newton's second Law.
But unfortunately, the gravitational field of the Earth stayed at nine point eight metres per second, which was why the low density polyethylene finally gave out, and his bottom hit the solid ground hard. Amused, as he nursed his sore bum, he realised he just validated the law of gravity.

better than what i wrote before i guess^^;
but still not much of a plot, ne~

still, it's an amusing way to learn my phy/chem facts without writing them out on sheets of paper over and over and over again till i learn it allX)

Birthday Suit Alterations

that is the name of some shop in neutral bay, sydney...
lol, what kind of shop is that???
i thought birthday suits were like the equivalent of being unclothed, as i have learned from fanfiction.net after reading so many stories since my internet kept getting too used up for me to watch anything. i thought it was just slang from the website, but apparently not, according to my very corrupted friend who learnt the word when she was EIGHT (0__0 i only knew the existence of this word sometime this year or last. when i was 8, i was still playing with barbies or something than), 'birthday suit' is a general knowledge word...
so yes, either she's corrupted or i'm just very ignorant- as everyone seem to think i am... yeah.. the latter is probably the truthTT_TT
ahh well, thanks to that birthday suit alterations shop-- they should also thank me for giving them free advertismentsXD-- i decided to use it as a prompt to get some creative writing done, according to the results my prelims exam, i got alot to work on(TT^TT)

It was a normal quiet evening, with a comfortable homely atmosphere hanging over L and Light- or as homely and comfortable the atmosphere could be when they were a murderer and detective ready to send each other to their deaths if one of them slipped up. L, or Ryuuga as he liked to call himself, was adding a dozen cubes of sugar expertly piled on top of each other one by one into what used to be coffee. Light tried to keep his eyes from looking at the disgusting sight by drinking his own coffee instead.

“I plan to get my birthday suit altered.” Ryuuga suddenly said tonelessly, a usual stone-dead expression in place. Light's head was swimming from the randomness and absurdity of the sentence as he tried to recover from choking on his coffee.

“W-What?”

death note fanfic and incomplete=P

A Bad Habit

Sometimes she would just read and read and read some more. Even as her eyes started to burn with fatigue, and her eyes were seeing specks of black, her eyes could not pull itself from the pages. With every flip of a page, the words would continue overflowing out of her head, her brain not comprehending any of it. She wanted to stop and do something more productive, but the pages had her ensnared. She mused as the book was forcefully torn away from her hands, it was a bad habit, the power the melodic words had for her to lose herself in a wonderland and away from her horrible life was addicting. It was a drug she was hung onto desperately, she unfortunately only realized when she was in too deep. She knew she was just using them as a means to escape from her problems and that she should stop, but she couldn't the books had her trapped within their dusty pages.

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lol, i always knew my sister sucked at the clarinet, but during tutoring, i realised it was worse than i thoughtXD
all throughout it, i had to stop myself from laughing since it acutally does sound like some poor bird being slowly slaughtered.
and since apparently creative writing is in the test on monday....

The little boy stepped forwardly hesitantly, glancing nervously at the ominous gray clouds that had covered what had been a bright sunny sky some mere minutes ago. Raising a tiny shaking fist, he proceeded to knock on the door, when an ear splitting cry of agony came from beyond the door, shocked, he fell over. What earth was that? The rumors were true after all, was there really an evil spirit there? Fear gripping him, he stumbled over himself to run back to the gates and the safety of the village. What are you scared? He barely heard the taunt lost in the wind, reaching his ears in a ghostly whisper. But there was no backing down now, a dare was a dare. Scrunching his eyes closed, he lifted his fist once more to knock on the door.
BANG!
The sound echoed loudly like a gunshot, and to his terror, he found his feet rooted to the ground, unable to escape. After a moment of silence, the horrible screams resumed. Struggling to lift his legs, his head shot up in horror as the door slowly creaked open and the sounds screams came louder. Eyes widening in fear, he desperation to be freed of the chains grew. But his struggles were futile as the door opened some more, and the shadows inside crept out to grab him. The screams only rose higher. Realising that he wouldn't be able to get out in time, he could only watch as the witch came for him. He couldn't think anymore, the painful screeches were banishing all rational thoughts. Putting his arms out in one last attempt to save himself, he squeezed his eyes shut as the shadows dragged him into the house.
"What the fu-"
The screams stopped, peeking through his fingers, he saw a flaming red haired woman, with a sour scowl glaring down at him, reminiscent of his sister's usual face.
He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out.
"What do you want kid?" she demanded.
Not knowing what to do, he ran.
The woman growled in annoyance as the little bastard ran away screaming, she never liked kids.
"Is something wrong?"
The woman glanced back into the house where her student sat, fingers held hesitantly over the violin.
"No, keep playing."
The brunette child hesitated for a few more seconds before dragging the bow murderously over the screeching strings.
The woman winced internally, there was so, so very much to teach this child, hopefully her ears will stay intact by the end of it...

Yeah.... very cliched kinda horror-humour story ne? I really should worry more about my essay writing still... >www<""

Can't bloody sleep

 ... so I decided to write stuff instead=.=

warning: swearing

Sakura never thought that she would ever meet anyone more tactless or more destructive than Naruto, and she had just been proven very wrong.

 “What the fuck are you gaping at bitch?” the Albino snapped irritably.

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It all started when she was passing through the Valley of Acid after a tiring mission, when it had started raining acid rain. Using what little was left of her chakra, she made a shield from the droplets of water that were making the trees around her sizzle and burn to the ground within seconds, and fortunately made it to a cave in time before her legs gave out.

However, rather unfortunately, in the cave, a certain white haired Akatsuki priest was also seeking shelter there.

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Hidan was having a very, very bad day. He was doing his morning ritual of praying when the Idiot Kakuzu had scared off a 20 generation clan of birds that resided by this particular Mountain top. Some blind bird ran into his back, while escaping in terror, consequently causing him to drop his rosary beads, and also kick his scythe a few metres forward. Since he had been praying by a cliff, he could only watch in horror as they fell to the valley below.

So one strangled bird for breakfast later, he found himself hacking through a thick forest while swearing at the top of his lungs, fifty miles of any civilisation.

It was then it started raining, but he decided it was not any normal rain and he should get hell out of it and into the cave, conveniently next to him when the trees were melting away, and his skin in the same state.  

And when he thought his day just couldn’t get any shittier, some PINK haired kunoichi decided to come torture him some more. Jashin-sama must really hate him.

and hopefully everyone else is asleep by now, so i can get some too-___-"""

Australia's got talent

His strength was dissipating fast, blasted away from the cruel winter winds. He wanted to fall into the fluffy white snow in front of him and take a long nap. A long nap forever. That thought jolted him again, sending adrenaline to his shaking legs, ready to snap off any moment. He couldn’t die here. They were waiting for him. Clenching frostbitten fingers tightly, he continued on his journey through the snowing(he was starting to think that this hart bits of ice was actually hail)forest.

The sinister atmosphere descended upon him before the bone-chilling music reached his ears. If he wasn’t feeling cold already, he definitely was now. Even though he was quite blinded by the whiteness of the snow, and the fog didn’t help either, he could make out a rather… wide gentleman in a tailcoat, top hat, skipping towards him with an umbrella in hand. It couldn’t be! The Millenium Earl?

Then behind the Earl, tiny figures dressed in white like the snow, appear, all chanting to the music, he gasped as he realised they were just children! But these children were definitely not innocent, if their glowing crimson eyes were anything  to go by.

He suddenly decided it would be a very good idea to get the hell out of there. But he had reached his limit, and the last thing he saw with his fading vision, was Earl walking towards him while his little minions followed closely behind. And ten all was black.

my parents were watching australia's got talent... and somehow the guy singing on stage sorta reminded me of the millenium earl^^; 

and then i randomly wrote stuff....

i very screwedです

it really annoys me how much i procrascinate.... i think its unintentional...

like rearranging folders, talking to christina, going on the internet to just check my email and somehow find myself doing much more than that... doing japanese which isn't really procrasinating since its one of my subjects, but it means i'm not doing anything about the subjects i suck at.

siiighh...

its unfortunate how my talent for procrascination becomes better with every year.

i should probably get to learning my phy and chem experiments before i get white hairs the night before trying to cram it all into my brain like i usually do....

and think of something to do with that english story...

If only I could remember his face. I can see those pure white locks going past his shoulders, slim body with the perfect fair skin and two heads taller

Yet his face is unnervingly blank. A piece of paper waiting for something to be written on. No eyes, no mouth, no nose, yet it’s warm and smiling

He learns down and offers his hand out to me, accompanied with some words with a musical quality to it. As I grab onto his hand, I know that everything will be all right, it’s all going to be normal again… but what is normal? Isn’t everything normal already?

A white light blocks out my sight and I fall away from him again, waking from the same dream that haunts me.

Who is he? Why can’t I remember? Is he a friend? No more than that, he’s my brother.

But I don’t even know any albinos.

hehe i think it would just end pretty well like that but i doubt the teachers will agree with me>.<"

is anyone going to magically read this and give me a suggestion? just has to be somehow related to memory and identity. i have some ideas already but mehh i don't know how to write them out, i think i came up with a good kinda crappy endingXDD

Felicityは死んでくださいよ

“Felicity!”

“Yeah?” My face moulded itself into its usual pretence of happiness as I turned to face the moron who dared call my name.

I’ve always endlessly wondered what possessed my mother to name me that horrible name. I’m a seventeen year old male named Felicity.

wahh... ばかの学校。Ｆｅｌｉｃｔｙを書いてもなぜが。。754 more words to go=3="

助け手。。。

クリッシクリスマス先生、私の日本語は有没有写错了什么啦？>.<

Insomina.

He could not sleep.

He was tired as hell and his mind was whirring around in a sleepy blur and on its way to lalaland.

But unfortunately his stomach pulled him back to the world of the living.

Finally getting fustrated at his stomach who would not keep nagging for food, he ripped the covers off himslef annoyedly and made a beeline to the kitchen- tipping toe across his mother's room cause he didn't want to disturb her.

One fact about his body anatomy that he resented at times was the way his face would bloat up like a balloon whenever he ate, he contemplated whether or not to eat or not, being a celebrity meant appearances were important. 

Whatever.

He decided a healthy choice would be best.

There goes the vanilla ice-cream (what? dairy has lots of calcium and was good for kids to grow up healthy and strong right?)

When half a litre or so was offered, his stomach finally seemed pleased.

But he knew there was no way he would be able to sleep, though his brain was still half dead, it refused to sleep, acting like some troublesome stubborn kid who kept playing though it was past their bed time.

So instead he decided to write out some lyrics he was going to put into his next albulm- he was going to sing some songs at first but with all this sleepiness weighing him down, he was sure he was going to sound barely better than a crow.

And as his eyes finally started to burn, he flopped back down onto his bed, and at an agonisingly slow rate finally was allowed to enter the wonderful lalaland and met a weird little girl from lands far away in his dreamscape.

For the past four nights, i've suddenly become unable to sleep until somewhere at 3 to 4 in the morning, and for some reason automatically wake at nine- surprisingly, i don't feel tired ( before i slept at 12 to 11 in the morn and i still feel tired) . i keep planning to do something like playing the piano to keep me entertained- but the sound just suddenly becomes so loud at night... or it could just be because the silent pedal stuffed up.

hehehe the person roleplaying me and my sleepless mornings is the uber可愛いショちゃん罗志祥さま～♥ cause me writing about me is just boring, and i imagine that since SHOW is a celebrity, he would probably be going through sleepless nights. hehe hopefully i'll have more luck tonight, if not i hope i'll find something fun to do- nothing is usually fun when your sleepy but can't sleep for some evil reason.

By the way that girl SHOW-chan met in dreamscape would be me- cause meeting him in some fantasy dream and having lots of fun would be awesome^w^

It Stinks.

It stinks. That’s an understatement, but yes, it STINKS. That would be the first thought penetrating anyone’s mind as they stepped through the old creaky door that was on the verge of falling apart. The second thing they would notice was that the room was dark, dingy and still smelling like shit. But if they focused and dissected the smells, which nobody bothered since it was too overwhelming; they would have found that other than the unbelievable stench, it also had a musky homey smell. Even if by some illogical reason they actually decided to separate the smells, they would have fainted in the first two seconds of trying. No. All sane people either grabbed their noses, or if it was their fateful second time stepping in the room, they would wear a gas mask.

All this is of course an exaggeration of Timothy Mikhail’s unlucky sister, Faustine. Every time she stepped into Timothy’s room  which smelt of old socks and unfinished cheese burgers, though nowhere bad enough for the need of a gas mask, she would complain how her bad karma from her last life must resulted her ill-fated birth to be in the same family as him. 

To Faustine’s dread, she realised it was three days since she visited her brother’s den, and it was time to make another visit because the food she had dumped in there was probably finished by now. As gladly as she would just leave him in there doing who knows what, she didn’t want it to be on her conscience if he ended up starving to death in what he called his room.

She twitched her nose in distaste as she approached the door, taking in a deep breath, she barged into the room. There her little brother was, playing some gameboy or whatever crap it was on his giant computer screen, comics littered among his stained and unidentifiable clothing as usual, the finished meal on the floor at her feet.

The mess of jet black hair unwashed for weeks contrasting her own straightened strawberry blonde hair, turned around, showing his pale face, “Hey.” 

“Here’s your meal for the next few days.”

He gave her a nod of thanks and turned back to the screen.

“Would it hurt for you to clean up once in awhile?” she asked irritated as she picked up what was left of his last meal. It was such a pity that her brother was so lacking in hygiene and social skills, with his looks and brains, he would be attracting a fanclub the size of America.

Timothy paused slightly in his game, contemplating what she was saying, “Guess not.” But he just continued moving his fingers expertly over the control.

Finally deciding that she had enough of it, she snatched the remote in his hand and swung it across the room, feeling satisfied as it gave a loud crash indicating that the machinery was beyond repair.

“What?” the boy asked, his eyes trained onto her in an annoyed stare.

“You. Are. Getting. A. Makeover.” She said, stressing every word, when she saw no reaction from her brother, her anger started boiling again.

“I can’t believe you’re wasting your fucking life away here in your hellhole. You are some hot shit, and so fucking gorgeous with a damn amazing brain. You are now eighteen!!! And cause you’re just such a smartass, you’ve already graduated university!! You are not just going to sit there do shit  on your retarded PS til you inherit dad’s CEO. You are going to fucking come with me and take a shower NOW.”

Stunned did not describe Timothy, he was flabbergasted, and quite frankly kinda scared. His sister who never swore, and hyperventilated whenever the ‘F’ word was said, just used a lifetime worth of them all at once. So he did not say a word when he was dragged off by his sister whose breathing was starting to get faster and faster, whether from anger or realization of all the swear words she just used, he wasn’t sure.

Only when she brutally shoved him into the shower and turned icy water full blast onto him, did he break out of his daze. 

“I can shower myself, thank you very much.” 

Faustine scanned over him with decisive blue eyes before nodding with a pleased expression on her flawless face and left him to his own peace. Sighing he stripped out of his wet clothes before turning the tabs again. It felt good to take a shower again, the warm water that trickled over his grimy skin was soothing, if he wasn’t standing up, he was sure he would have been lulled to sleep by it. 

Deciding that he should shower more often from now on (why did he stop showering in the first place? Showering was one of the most relaxing things in the world), he reluctantly turned off the water and changed into a set of clean clothes his sister had brought with her while she was dragging him to the bathroom.

He was relieved to see that his sister was not in sight when he came out, he wasn’t keen on going into a makeover as his sister declared, he just wanted to go back to his room, and maybe catch up with the next Naruto- he never realised manga was so addicting.

“I see you’re finally done.” 

Shit. 

He forced his face into a calm, cool one as he turned his tense shoulders to face the owner of the sweet voice. Faustine’s  face was one that was amused. It was creepy how he had seen so many different expressions from her in one day, opposed to her usual elegant, noble and proud face. Dear gods, was the world ending?

“You took TWO hours! Do you know how much money and water you just wasted?”

Seeing that her brother was not going to say anything, she continued, “But no matter, I guess you really needed this huh? After all you haven’t showered in a year.”

“Two months actually.” He corrected her, a feeling of security returning to him, as his sister’s face became stuck up again.

“Two months?!” she snorted, and that sense of security was once again gone. What happened to his polite and dignified sister?

“Is there anything unusual about that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

She gave him an incredulous look, “YES. Most normal human beings can’t survive one week like that!”

“Well I am not normal, but actually normal human be-”

“Yeah, yeah, you don’t have to tell me, just saying most people don’t have sanitation issues as horrible as yours.”

“Well in the third world countries-”

“Noo!! Can’t you take an expression? I was just joking, exaggerating. Geeze, some genius you are.”

“I just lack social skills.” He replied bluntly with a shrug.

His sister gave him a look he couldn’t quite work out what it was, “Well in that case, we should start training you, right?”

Crap. He would give anything to take back what he just said. Etiquette and mannerism lessons with Faustine? The devious smile on her face was already a dead giveaway. He had a feeling that it was going to end badly.

“I actually already planned this, so each day we would rise at nine and ….”

Scratch that. This is going to end badly.

It feels good to have finally washed my hair after five days.  my record so far;)

lol this came so randomly ^^;

later~ i'm going to give my mum a list of pandan cake

more banananananananan bread

and so on to buy>) i love being able to eat again, though its taking aaaages.