After quite sometime of not doing any Ichinose hunting, God repaid me ten fold!

Today I went to buy art supplies for my art practical exam. Yes, I do not have proper colours and now I have a few shades of blue! WEE! I had lotsa time to spare cause my was alone. Dad went to… I dunno… he just dropped me off there and poofed away. My mum and lil bro went to watch a movie (cause lil bro is getting impatient). BUT ANYWAY, MORE IMPORTANTLY… as I was done picking out the colours I wanted… I stopped by the movies section cause something attracted my eye. NOT YET! It was only Nana2. My first thought was ‘OMG! THERE COULD BE A POSSIBILITY THERE’S BRIDGE HERE!’ then my second thought ‘OH HELL YEA! KANATA HONGO!!!’ then my third thought, ‘okay, search for Bridge! =3′. So I dug and dug and dug and dug and almost lost hope but I’m a stubborn girl so I kept checking. Then.. there it was…

I FOUND ICHINOSE related DVD!

I collapsed. Well.. not really.. the DVD’s collapsed. in shock, I had pushed most of the DVD’s (the DVD was at the back. FAR back) down and they came tumbling down like humpty dumpty. I managed to stabalize the DVD’s before they fell and got a few stares from people but I was laughing. I was happy. It was RM16.90. Around 600 yen and around 5 USD and around 2 pounds. I have to point this out because getting these kind of prices from ebay…? RARE and almost IMPOSSIBLE. So to me, if A DVD costs less than RM40, I will consider buying it. Was this below RM40? If you failed maths, YES IT ISS LESS THAN RM40! HOLY SHIT I’M BUYING! I grabbed THAT and Nana 2!!!! YES YES YES!

I’m sorry putih but I had to watch it first, and let me tell you this, the first subtitle I read was this ‘Oh my godsh’. That was not a typo. WHATEVER!!! It’s ICHINOSE!!!! I didn’t watch the movie properly though so be happy =). It was tough not doing so… So yea, SCREENS!!!!!

btw putih, he DOES smoke. Or either he is faking it… Well, I don’t think he’s a heavy smoker.. I hope…

Beginning credits. I couldn’t believe he was in it so I was kinda doubtful. Yes I saw him on the cover but STILL. He is VERY unpredictable!

He declares war! He is the last boss (sorta)! Notice he is smoking here

I just HAD to screen so many of these. HE IS IN SHADES!!!

Fighting scene

HE IS LICKING HIS LIPS!!!

SURPRISED! AMAZED! WTF?!

He lost

But fear not, he does not hold grudges and congratulates the winner =)

Last picture. Cue squeals here please!

Btw putih, there was only 1 copy of this. This IS worthy bribing material no?

P/S I swear I’m abusing my photobucket account now more than ever! All those shaman Kings and now Ichinose… D:

PPS Should I make an ichinose layout now? =D Nah.. I’ll wait unti lI get a hold of Charaway and
Bridge. It seems plausible right now

PPPS WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THIS NEW LAYOUT?! I LIKE IT! The colours are nice and it’s not too solid looking. And the header….

PPPPS Warning, next entry will be for Kanata HOngo (most probably) OH MY GAH! I AM TORN!

5 more subjects to go! How bad can that be right?! =D

Told you I’m no perv >_>

I got tempted ooh yes I did >.<

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There are 26 letters in your name.
Those 26 letters total to 131
There are 11 vowels and 15 consonants in your name.

Your number is: 5

The characteristics of #5 are: Expansiveness, visionary, adventure, the constructive use of freedom. constructive use of freedom? Like what…. =D

The expression or destiny for #5:
The number 5 Expression endows with the wonderful characteristic of multi-talents and versatility. You can do so many things well. The tone of the number 5 is constructive freedom, and in your drive to attain this freedom, you will likely be the master of adaptability and change. You are good at presenting ideas and knowing how to approach people to get what you want ohohohohoho. Naturally, this gives you an edge in any sort of selling game and spells easy success when it comes to working with people in most jobs. Your popularity may lead you toward some form of entertainment or amusement I think I entertain stepo by letting her bully me.. =_=. Whatever you do, you are clever, analytical, and a very quick thinker I wish.

If there is too much of the 5 energy in your makeup, you may express some the negative attitudes of the number. Your restless and impatient attitude may keep you from staying with any project for too long agreed. Sometimes you can be rather erratic shouldn’t it be erotic? =D and scatter yourself and your energies. You have a hard time keeping regular office hours and maintaining any sort of a routine. You tend to react strongly if you sense that your freedom of speech or action is being impaired or restricted in any way which leads to me arguing with my mum. As clever as you are, you may have a tendency to make the same mistakes over and over again because much of your response is glib reaction rather that thoughtful application. You are in a continuous state of flux brought by constantly changing interests.

Your Soul Urge number is: 4

A Soul Urge number of 4 means:
With the Soul Urge or Motivation number of 4 you are likely to strive for a stable life. You tend to follow a rather orderly pattern and systematic approach in your endeavors. You have an inner desire to serve others in a methodical and diligent manner. You want to be in solid, conventional, and well-regulated activities, and you are somewhat disturbed by innovation and erratic or sudden changes. Excellent at organizing, systematizing, and managing, you have a way of establishing order and maintaining it AHAH! YEA RITE!. You are responsible, reliable and in the final analysis, practical. Highly analytical, you can see your way through all sorts of situations and generally have a clear understanding of the issues. You are a very honest, sincere, and conscientious individual.

The negative side of the 4 is rigid, stubborn and somewhat narrow-minded. There is a tendency to hide feelings, or to really not be aware of real feelings I have a feeling this is true but have yet to be confirmed. Avoid being too rigid and stubborn in your thinking, and try to always see the big picture rather than becoming to involved with the detail. Don’t be afraid to take a chance once in awhile.

Your Inner Dream number is: 1

An Inner Dream number of 1 means:
You dream of being a leader and one who is in charge. You want to be known for your courage, daring, and original ideas. You seek unconquered heights. People may get a first impression that you are very aggressive and sure of yourself. So I’m actually… not aggressive and not sure of myself?

Today I decided to relax abit. Played the electone for hours (until my maid ruined my mood by reminding me of exams)and also played the DS. I’m still cursing the tv and I told my younger brother, if the tv is not fixed by the time SPM finishes, don’t even think of living in this house the whole time our parents are away! And also, I reminded him to buy a new controller. Such a thoughtful sister I am =D

ANYWAY, back to the topic. OMG! I’M SO PISSED. Let’s rewind to the starting of the day

Today’s subject was Maths. How hard can it be? So I mugged in the morning in school and yes, I managed to answer everything (very few with much confidence though). To me, Maths was logic. Logic indeed but I forgot about common sense so I have stupid careless mistakes which is usual for me since I was in std 3 already.

So, while we were sitting for maths paper 2, we received our arts question in the beginning of the exam. HOW SMART OF THE INVILIGATORS! Yea, give us something to distract while we sit for a MATHS exam. Curious, I flipped the paper open and read the first question. I quickly flipped the paper close again. I saw the word semut. Semut is ants. I hate ants. SHIIIIITTTT, So I decided I shall atleast complete my maths paper first. I did. But why was everyone still doing their maths?! So I rechecked. Then I looked around again. A few people have already went off but I havve like… 15 more minutes. So I stayed and read the arts question paper. And Thank god the exam was ending, I couldn’t contain my laughter. One of the questions wanted us to draw worker ants carrying load into their “palace”. My first image was somewhat like those animations. Antz, Bugs Life, Ant Bully, those kinda stuff. LOLOL.

So yea, now, 4 subjects done, 8 papers finished.

So got home early (half day today woo!) and relaxed lah. Then SOMEBODY messaged me that she was painting crabs. Then a strawberry, then some other misc stuff while I was happily playing MY younger brother’s DS. So I got tempted. BAD QUALITY PAPER IS BAD. I dabbed my brush on the paper and ewww…. it went right through the paper.

In just two days, we form 5’s have managed to complete a total of 3 subjects, 8 papers in a matter of 12 hours and 15 mins! That doesn’t sound too bad eh?

BM
It was.. okay. I ‘m proud of my paper 2 since I managed to answer EVERYTHING for once! And I didn’t have a problem with the sastera part somehow either! Paper one on the hand… I am worried of. I wrote like a kid. Maybe worst. This just shows that my BM is BAD. Oh well, no more reading BM stories! WOOHOO!!!

History
BAD BAD BAD. That pretty much summarises everything. If I pass, I will be speechless.

English
Paper 2 was okay but paper 1… I dunno. I wrote a story to my liking but while writing, I was thinking too much of my grammer so most probably my grammer got worst (usually when I start fussing it turns bad…) and I kept checking the time. I wrote longer than my BM paper despite them giving less time for the English paper. The second essay had 5 questions. Notice that I only elaborate for English HAH.

1 Describe an embarassing experience in your life. <– Definitely a no no.
2 ‘Teenagers today are only interested in entertainment.’ Do you agree? Support your opinion. (I usually accidentally side both sides when I write stuff like this so no no)
3 My early years. <– Would have written about Gokudera’s past but…)
4 Write a story beginning with: Kim was nervous when the door opened… <– everyone’s favourite type of essay.
5 Tomorrow. <– My fav type of essay!

So, the time given was an hour. I managed to finish my first essay in 30 minutes so I had 15 minutes head start. I proceeded to write. I wrote and I wrote and I wrote, building up the plot as soon as I write it so it’s rather messy. I keep rereading each paragraph, wanting to be extra careful of mistakes but instead, I think I made MORE mistakes. Ergh… But I continued writing anyway. I finished 10 minutes before the end time and somewhat regretted not describing stuff fully. There were 7 pages all together. So I reread in that 10 minutes and corrected any mistakes I found. (To tell you the truth, right now, I still remmeber I have 5 obvious mistakes. Shit). Anyway, since my memory is still fresh, I anaged to type it out. It was supposed to be a summary but it turned out so long. I think the actual essay was longer though whatever. What is in the past is in the past. Go ahead, click the cut. Tell me which pairing is it and I shall give you a prize! NOT

I’m just typing this in a whim while not really looking at the screen so err.. pardon any typing mistakes.

Tomorrow

I dragged the battered wooden plank alongside me as a limped in the dark alley. My eyes were blank as I searched the floor aimlessly, my ears listening to the clink of the chain metals clasped around my waist. A cat wailed at me as it guarded its food, a rotten fish. I leaned on the wall, the cat scampering off in fear and I sighed as I slid my body down the length of the wall until my bottom made contact with the floor. They lied. Pain was not at all beautiful. It hurts, like hell. I wanted to scream but my throat was sore and dry. Screaming would take too much effort for me so instead, I closed my eyes as I reminiscence the events that have just taken place.

The day before yesterday, I was in bed sick after eating cookies laced with poison made by my own sister. I managed to play the piano but midway through the recital, I started struggling keeping my focus on the chords then I started vomiting and fainted. The cookies were meant to be a way of my sister supporting and congratulating me for my efforts but I ended up sick in bed. It was not meant to be.

The day next day, I woke up in bed with a wet towel over my face. As I tried to recall what happened before I fainted, my stomach grumbled with hunger. I got up and advanced to the kitchen, wanting a meal but stopped dead as I heard the murmurs of the servants in the kitchen. They were gossiping. It wasn’t unusual, they always gossip but never about me. I went back into my room and locked the door behind me. What they said, it was all rumours but I couldn’t help myself from believing it. What if it was true? Not everything the servants talk about were lies. Most of them were true. That was what I have learnt from experience. What they said, it explained everything. Why my hair colour did not resemble anything like my parents, why in the family portrait, I somehow did not fit in well with my other family members and why my mother always looked at me with eyes filled with hate and disgust. I stayed in my room for the rest of the day. It was not meant to be.

Today, I woke up and with determination; I rushed into my father’s room, asking him a string of questions. The questions remained unanswered as he sat quietly and solemnly the whole time I demanded answers. My bottled up anger was already at it’s fullest, unsheathing the dagger in my pocket, I ran to him and took it out, striking his heart. What have I done? I didn’t mean any harm. I just wanted some answers. I looked at my blood soaked hand and then at my father who smiled and apologized as a tear trickled down his right eye. The door of his room opened and I heard a gasp followed by a scream. It was mother. Or so I thought it was, she wasn’t my mother. What happened after was a blur but it was what had got me here. I closed my eyes, ready to leave this rotten world. What more was there to life? I have committed a great sin. I have just killed my own father. It was not meant to be.

My eyes pried open and I stared at a white washed ceiling. I heard music, a merry tune accompanied by several instruments. Was this heaven? No, it must be hell. I struggled to get myself up and found myself on a bed. My fingers threaded my abdomen to find it well covered with bandages. My eyes scanned the room and I saw a man standing at the counter of the kitchen, slicing something as he hummed the merry tune. He turned with a bowl in his hands and saw me. He quickly placed the bowl back onto the counter and rushed towards me. Reaching the bed, he bent down so that he was the same eye level as me.

“Are you okay? You looked terrible yesterday,” he said. Who was he? Why did he save me? Isn’t he suspicious of me? All those questions stirred in my head as I looked at him with half lidded eyes. Even though I was curious, I was exhausted.

“Water…” I croaked and he looked at me, eyes wide. Then he laughed. He stood up and headed to the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it up with water. He walked back to the bed and handed me the glass of water. I slowly brought it to my lips, thanking god that he still provided me with water. I gulped it down in one shot. I saw from the corner of my eyes that he had grabbed a chair and was sitting on it, leaning his front on the back of the chair.

“Better?” He asked yet again as I brought the glass to my lap. I stared at the glass. Who was this man? Why is he so kind to me? Why didn’t he just leave me to die? My grip on the glass tightened and then I flung it. It missed his face by a few inches, landing on the solid floor and shattering into a million pieces. He turned his face and looked at the little fragments on the floor. He stood up and crouched as he picked up the pieces. I was sure he hated me now. I hated him too. It was not meant to be.

Despite my behaviour, he was patient. He fed me and also changed my bandages from time to time, allowing me to rest in his home. He was kind but my heart was unable to receive kindness anymore. Not after what have happened. For all I know, this could be a lie. Which is why I decided that tomorrow, I would run away. He has done too much for me. I didn’t want to be a burden.

He wasn’t home when I woke up so I grabbed one of his clothes and wore it. As I was buttoning my shirt up, I heard yells outside of the house. I peered through the windows and saw that he was outside, fending off the police. It was obvious, he was defending me. Why was he doing this? Why is he willing to risk his life for me? I opened the door to reveal myself. Horror stricken faces looked at me as I stared back at them solemnly. Just capture me now, kill me if you have to, I couldn’t care less.

He grabbed me and half pulled me and half carried me away from the police. We ran through an array of alleys and walkways, me just being dragged by him. Of course, the police chased after us but he was faster. He only stopped when we reached a clearing in the forest. Head propped close to his chest, I could hear his heartbeat racing as he panted heavily above me. “Are you an idiot?! You have just done a massacre and you’re handing yourself to the police? You do know the punishment of doing such a horrendous crime don’t you? It’s like committing suicide if you handed yourself to the police!” I heard him scold me.

He knew. He knew that I had committed such a horrible crime but he continued protecting me. Why? Why? Why was he so kind?

I buried my face deep into his chest. “A few days before, I found out that I’m a child of my father and his lover. My real mother died when I was young, assassinated by people who were believed to have been under the orders of my step mother. I didn’t mean to kill my father but I did. How can I live with such a burden? I want to die,” I told him, strained tears now travelling freely down my face, each drop landing on his shirt.

“You’re wrong, everyday is a better day. If yesterday was bad, tomorrow will be better. What’s the past is the past. You cannot change the past but you cannot change the future. You didn’t mean to kill your father right?” he cooed as he comforted me with his soothing voice.

Those words pierced my heart. I thought back. One day, I was in bed, sick after consuming the cookies made by my sister. The next day, I woke up to find out the truth about myself. The day after, I committed a terrible sin. Yesterday, I hated this man. Today, I didn’t hate him anymore. New feelings were arising. He had just saved me, out of pure kindness even though I was already tainted. I looked up at him and he smiled.

“Tomorrow will be better, I’ll make sure of that. I’ll be by your side and guide you through tomorrow, and the days following after.”

SPAM STEPO WITH GAY

May she rest in peace u_u.

I finally get to type something when I’m feeling down and wow… Usually I see people typing out emo journals or telling me how they are depressed and all and I don’t understand why they would want to let anybody know about their depression? I, personally like to keep my problems to myself. But thankfully. I’m okay now. =) Either that or I’m lying to myself that I’m okay. I finally found that out when I was pondering around my empty brain. I lie to myself too much. I tell myself everything is okay but deep down I found out I’m actually quite a depressing person. I guess that is what people take as optimism. Nobody has ever told me ‘Cheer up!’. Maybe there were but too few to rememeber. Why do I lie to myself? I lie to myself because I don’t want to be weak. I don’t like people pitying me. So I can only cry in a crowd only when I’m vulnerable, a.k.a when I’m really stressed out but deep down I’m like any normal human you know. I cry too! But yes, I don’t like crying in front of people. I think crying is ugly and it makes other people sad. Why do I want to make other people sad? Why should they waste their time cheering people up. But that’s what I do. I cheer people up. When in down, they come to me. Just a few weeks ago I had to listen to 5 different emo people about how they are failing in their studies. I fail! Do I complain? I do! To my pillow. I’m not saying that ‘No, don’t come to me when you want to confide stuff’, I’m just saying that life is not easy, there are ups and downs, everyone has it. I don’t like burdening people with my own problems so I keep them to myself. But then again, my friends cheer me up. I just need to come online or go to school and I feel myself picking up again. jUst like right now as I type, Fen Fen and Pei Pei are discussing about House and it amuses me so. Also my younger brother becomes overly atentve when I’m depressed so I get cheered up by him too! So I guess it’s time to bring out a whole list of sorries. Here goes…

I know I’m hard to deal with at times… FINE every time! I really am sorry if I have really hurt any of you like… REALLY badly. Especially to Envy, who has have to put up with me for more than like… 6 years! Good god how did you manage to put up with me all these years?! Hopefully we will still continue to stay in touch even after high school. I’m sure we will. Our parents did. Sort off…

And also to Pei Yen and Fen, who had to put up with me since Form2. ESPECIALLY Pei Yen who had to tolerate sitting beside me in class. Lolol. I still remember the first day you striked me with your file. That was a revolution! But really, I love you A LOT! XD Then to Fen, yes, you shall share this paragraph with Pei Pei, I’m really sorry if I have hurt you or anything but you know it’s just me and I tend to take things VERY lightly at times. Also, I love you soo much for how you care for people a lot and how you are soo very generous.

And the this paragraph goes to Putih and Stepo who I have gotten to know the whole of this year and have been great comrades although they are both against each other in terms of taste of guys and sexual preferences but it’s VERY amusing seeing you guys fighting each other X). We will definitely have to have like… a Graphics reunion EACH year!! Putih, I pity you A LOT. As much as I pity envy since you had to go through the process of me torturing you and all but haha, you still persevered. You’re one of the people I can share about manga’s and all cause you’re as obsessed as me! And how you often not judge people is so contrasting to stepo. Stepo, you had to sit through the entire gemala graphic crash course during the end year holidays listening to all of us going on about nonsense. How you tolerated me, putih, fen and riz still remains a mystery.  But really, tolerating with me who love torturing people and my BAD taste in guys and all. I STILL LOVE YOU.

And finally the last paragraph goes to Julia who have known me since primary school. Good god it’s amazing our friendship still last throughout the years. I still have that pic of your drawing in the newspaper the one about ‘ETERNITY’ when you were 11. Believe it or not! My mum still knows you and I still remember when I went to your house almost everyday and we would cycle up and down the hill and play with cats and all. And how you had a sock stuffed with rice lol. Don’t tell me you still have it… And also the stupid stuff we did in primary school… which is so stupid it’s not worth mentioning…. Just thinking of it makes ME go all ‘OMG! EMBARASSING!’ Really. It’s a pity you’re going to New Zealand but dun forget to buy me a sheep skin blanket! XD Sheeps remind me of Gokudera period.

Now THAT was fun to type XD
I shall do the actual “Stuff to do after SPM!!!” post soon =_=