Something seems to have changed in Wonderland since the last time I was here. I mean, other than my highly questionable mental state, which has been interestingly lucid for the time I’ve been chasing rabbits Either that or global warming has begun changing this world in ways our scientists could never have predicted. Eyeing the chunk of ore steadily dissolving in the simmering lake of acid suspiciously, I continued picking my way gingerly over the spider web of wooden planks crisscrossing the dark, dank mine. Towards the tiny figure running on two stubby legs, the large sack laboring his jog sufficiently for me to catch up.
“Yes! Got you at last! Now you have some explaining to do!” The gnome shivered in my vise-like grip, his eyes dull. “Our land is destroyed; our spirit crushed,” he intoned. “Reminds me of the asylum. Is there no joy here?” For that was true. All through my chase, all I could see were depressed miners, forlorn miners, morose miners, and…more depressed miners, their arms swinging against the rock walls perfunctorily, the very light of life seemingly burnt out of their eyes by the endlessly backbreaking work they were forced to toil at. Definitely unlike the cheerful land of, well, wonder I chanced upon ten years ago.
“Slavery and happiness do not dwell in the same house…” the gnome muttered, bringing me out of my reverie, wriggling out of my grip. Just then, Chessur materialized before me, watching the gnome scurry off. Frowning, I said, “Wonderland’s become quite weird. How is one to find her way?” “As knowing where you’re going is preferable to being lost, ask. Rabbit knows a thing or two, and I, myself, don't need a weathervane to tell which way the wind blows. Let your need guide your behaviour; suppress your instinct to lead; pursue Rabbit!” “How simple you make my life,” I sigh at his disappearing visage, running further into the mines. One torch bearing gnome, seeing me run past, remarked sadly, “Stir up no trouble, stranger! The Red Queen’s agents are ruthless.” Pausing before him, I spat, ”I’m not afraid of her or her creatures! Never was, really. You should stand up to her!” “Defiance is useless. While the Queen reigns, only death can release us from this misery.” “Or her death, perhaps?”
Lesson Number One: Speaketh of the devil, and the devil arriveth. No sooner had I finished bragging did an axe-wielding card guard slam his weapon into the ground mere inches beside me. Taken aback, I whirled around to see the guard shredded into a dozen quivering bits by razor sharp claws. As the guards head landed in the pool of flesh and blood which once made up his body, Chessur leapt nimbly over to land before me while I stared agape at his radical transformation. Now bipedal, his body rippled with bulging muscles, and each paw boasted four five-inch long claws, dripping with blood and gore.
Licking his right claws, he held out his left paw as if to shake my hand, except in it was a long, wicked-looking knife. I took it, admiring its sheer lightness and the pleasing shriek it made as it swung through the air. Throwing it in the distance, it flew back like a boomerang. Watching me play with my new toy, Chessur spoke grimly, “The Card Guards are tools of the Queen. All suits are dolts, but dangerous. Your knife will be necessary, of course, but not sufficient. Always collect what’s useful. Reject only your ignorance and you may survive.”
“Well, thank you for your overwhelming confidence in me, sir,” my voice dripping with sarcasm, watching him shrink back to a skeletal shadow of his more powerful form. “Though I must admit that the claws are a nice improvement.” Spying Rabbit bolt past, I set off in hot pursuit, only to see him magically shrink and leap through a hole just large enough for my fist to fit in.
“Oh, now what?” I grumbled. “And what might you be moaning about. Moaning never helps.” These pessimistic, ubiquitous gnomes were definitely getting on my nerves. “yes, I get it, everyone seems completely dejected, blah blah blah. Are things really as bad as all that?” “The truth would reduce you to a blubbering baby. Are you the savior that Rabbit has been tellin’ us about all this time?” “I wouldn’t hope so, or Rabbit would be the cause of all your troubles. Right now I just want to be…this small.” “Ar…calls fer some serious twistin’. Yer’ll needa go sideways, not forward. I’d be doing it if I knew how.” “Not twisted! Just to be smaller in size.” “Hurm…one in the Fortress of Doors may hold such secrets. Take more than a wish to get in there.” “Doors have locks, which need keys. Let’s hope the doors are unlocked,” purred Chessur. “Indeed…or there may be more than one way to skin a cat, if you’ll pardon the expression.” “A most unpleasant one it is. Please avoid it in the future.” “Can you get us inside the fortress of Doors?” “Oh! I wouldn’t even dare. Since the Red Queen took over we’ve all become gutless half-wits. I can’t even risk crossing the road! However...if you go deep into the mines, you will find one braver and wiser then I. He may be of some help...” Shuddering, he plodded off.
Into the hole again, we hurried along our way, into a once-glorious garden now seeped in dark decay.
Hey, that rhymed.
Friday, October 8, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
SO SHORT NOOB
RAWR Mortal Coil sucks Tanith can never be tortured in new ways again BLEH. It is interesting to note, though, that everyone ends up with the originally less preferable partner. What happens when the Girl of Armageddon falls in love with a vampire?
Today was a lesson in Endurance. SO I managed to finish my Math assignment while owning completely in cards. Not at the same time, of course.
English lesson was essentially a rant against not teaching us the nuances of English until Year Six. So obviously a plot to keep us in NUS High UNTIL Year Six.
So do I want to finish the revision exercise or not?
Galen was trying to second-guess and he failed. But then he was failing quite often. Though not as often as Peng Seng =D
Anyway. Trying to finish Chapter 3.
But I like arm wrestle until arm no strength liao. :O
Today was a lesson in Endurance. SO I managed to finish my Math assignment while owning completely in cards. Not at the same time, of course.
English lesson was essentially a rant against not teaching us the nuances of English until Year Six. So obviously a plot to keep us in NUS High UNTIL Year Six.
So do I want to finish the revision exercise or not?
Galen was trying to second-guess and he failed. But then he was failing quite often. Though not as often as Peng Seng =D
Anyway. Trying to finish Chapter 3.
But I like arm wrestle until arm no strength liao. :O
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
The Men Tsar
I used to wonder how asylum residents could scream and yell or continue on other related mad behavior for so long. I mean, I was sure it would get tiring or boring at some time. But then again, I was the one locked up in the madhouse so who was I to judge?
Interestingly, my first-hand experience seems to have proven my theory right. Except tiring and boring just aren’t sufficient to stop madness from consuming you. Even after beating myself up for ten years, it just won’t let up. It just can’t assuage the pain. This probably explains these heavy duty chains bolting my limbs to the bed frames. So they have money to spend on chains but not on cleaning do they? Now I can’t even touch the new bandages.
I spot a movement near the edge of the bed.
Well, with my new accessories I can’t really do anything about it even if it was a demented killer determined to slaughter the first person he sees. One mad person deserves another, I guess.
Then Rabbit grabs my hand and rasps, “Save us, Alice!”
Before I could say, News Flash, Rabbit, but I can’t even save myself, the room, chains and all, dissolved into a swirling whirlpool of dizzying colours. And as gravity took its hold, all I thought was, What The Hell?
TO the uninitiated, falling is a boring activity as well. Especially if it happens to be a three-hour long one. It is occasions like this where the random insane thought comes really in handy. The impact knocking all breath out of me, I landed with a huff. Shaking off the effects if my sudden descent, I smoothed down my burnt, bloodstained dress and looked around, trying to get my bearings. And this…thing resembling a skeleton with four legs simply appeared out of the air and sauntered towards me.
“Chessur,” I drawl, unimpressed by his, well, unimpressive appearance. “I hope they’ve been feeding you, if at all. Though if you were considering getting as mangy as possible, thinning down that huge, toothy smile shouldn’t have been too much of a trouble.”
“I much prefer to see myself as…”lithe”. As for the smile, well, you can’t help who you are, can you?” Grinning complacently, he licked his paws and continued, “You, on the other hand, have gained quite an attitude since the last time you were here. Still adventurous and willing to learn, I hope?”
“Whatever, But I would appreciate it very much if…damn.” Did I mention? His disappearances are just as freaking annoying. Might as well make the best of my time here then.
******************
Walking through a rotting doorway, I pondered upon the possibility that this might be just one of the fantastic imaginings my deranged mind, perhaps further induced by some mind-altering drugs introduced by the devious Doctor, while surgeons in starched white gowns gleefully slice open my brain to explore the mysteries within. Of course, I was quite sure my mind was no longer capable of conceiving such a forgotten image, and even if it was, I wasn’t in the position to change my fate, was I. Which was when I bumped into the gnome.
If this was a dream, it’s definitely a very realistic one,
“Sure haven’t seen your kind in a long time. Mind telling me…Oh, don’t run! I’m not going to eat you!”
Just as I was about to go after the fleeing little man, who was fleeing fast indeed considering the sack of rocks on his back, a rather small and surprisingly strong ball of fur cannoned straight into me, knocking me down.
“Now excuse me, mist-" “Oh, do be quiet, Alice! We’re very late, very late indeed!” and with that, what appeared to be Rabbit bounded off further into the mine. Curiouser and curiouser. Though that brown suit is a nice addition. “Hey! Wait up!” I yelled, beginning to run. I can just see how this could be an exhausting return. Indeed.
Interestingly, my first-hand experience seems to have proven my theory right. Except tiring and boring just aren’t sufficient to stop madness from consuming you. Even after beating myself up for ten years, it just won’t let up. It just can’t assuage the pain. This probably explains these heavy duty chains bolting my limbs to the bed frames. So they have money to spend on chains but not on cleaning do they? Now I can’t even touch the new bandages.
I spot a movement near the edge of the bed.
Well, with my new accessories I can’t really do anything about it even if it was a demented killer determined to slaughter the first person he sees. One mad person deserves another, I guess.
Then Rabbit grabs my hand and rasps, “Save us, Alice!”
Before I could say, News Flash, Rabbit, but I can’t even save myself, the room, chains and all, dissolved into a swirling whirlpool of dizzying colours. And as gravity took its hold, all I thought was, What The Hell?
TO the uninitiated, falling is a boring activity as well. Especially if it happens to be a three-hour long one. It is occasions like this where the random insane thought comes really in handy. The impact knocking all breath out of me, I landed with a huff. Shaking off the effects if my sudden descent, I smoothed down my burnt, bloodstained dress and looked around, trying to get my bearings. And this…thing resembling a skeleton with four legs simply appeared out of the air and sauntered towards me.
“Chessur,” I drawl, unimpressed by his, well, unimpressive appearance. “I hope they’ve been feeding you, if at all. Though if you were considering getting as mangy as possible, thinning down that huge, toothy smile shouldn’t have been too much of a trouble.”
“I much prefer to see myself as…”lithe”. As for the smile, well, you can’t help who you are, can you?” Grinning complacently, he licked his paws and continued, “You, on the other hand, have gained quite an attitude since the last time you were here. Still adventurous and willing to learn, I hope?”
“Whatever, But I would appreciate it very much if…damn.” Did I mention? His disappearances are just as freaking annoying. Might as well make the best of my time here then.
******************
Walking through a rotting doorway, I pondered upon the possibility that this might be just one of the fantastic imaginings my deranged mind, perhaps further induced by some mind-altering drugs introduced by the devious Doctor, while surgeons in starched white gowns gleefully slice open my brain to explore the mysteries within. Of course, I was quite sure my mind was no longer capable of conceiving such a forgotten image, and even if it was, I wasn’t in the position to change my fate, was I. Which was when I bumped into the gnome.
If this was a dream, it’s definitely a very realistic one,
“Sure haven’t seen your kind in a long time. Mind telling me…Oh, don’t run! I’m not going to eat you!”
Just as I was about to go after the fleeing little man, who was fleeing fast indeed considering the sack of rocks on his back, a rather small and surprisingly strong ball of fur cannoned straight into me, knocking me down.
“Now excuse me, mist-" “Oh, do be quiet, Alice! We’re very late, very late indeed!” and with that, what appeared to be Rabbit bounded off further into the mine. Curiouser and curiouser. Though that brown suit is a nice addition. “Hey! Wait up!” I yelled, beginning to run. I can just see how this could be an exhausting return. Indeed.
Soif de Sang
Aiyah. Die already. How to complete all the revision stuff over this week. Mr. Yee dun like me cos I posted that post I think. :( Then later he sees this post. :O
Anyway. Today is aiyah. Jeremias at specialist for…reasons I won’t mention as I can’t. :D
Jit: Liposuction!
OK Yea obviously he would say that.
Quotes from Mr. Soh today:
Boys should know a lot about…buoyancy force, because before they invented buoys they would put a little boy on top of a float to wave at passing ships. That force is the buoyancy force. And how did they pick these boys? They would go to a random school and ask around Hey which of your boys can you do without for some time? And they would get that boy to float for some time as the buoy. :D
So Bernoulli was Dutch at first, until he saw the World Cup, where he was mortified to see the Dutch playing rugby when they were supposed to play soccer, and thus tried to renounce his nationality. Unfortunately, he only succeeded halfway and so he is now known as Dutch-Swiss. :D
(from Ansel) I won’t be around next week. I’ll be square.
And yes he was being a retard about chucking Ansel into a river which was thinner at some point and then deciding whether Bernoulli or Ansel would be cheering depending on whether ansel made it across. Of course I had some theories of my own, the first being that the river OBVIOUSLY moved faster at the narrower point because an incredibly hairy Bernoulli happened to be standing there, scaring away all the molecules. Then Mr. Soh moved on to how Bernoulli’s equation could be expressed as the Conservation of Life in a wide leading to narrow corridor. Of course, I have the Conservation of Death: When you stand with your back to the walls of the corridor holding out a long knife, you kill mmore people in the narrow corridor. :D
And now our English file will be made up of a pathetic 4 pieces of work. Sigh.
Maybe I should start reading the dictionary. A 4 mark difference IS quite something to look at.
Anyway. Today is aiyah. Jeremias at specialist for…reasons I won’t mention as I can’t. :D
Jit: Liposuction!
OK Yea obviously he would say that.
Quotes from Mr. Soh today:
Boys should know a lot about…buoyancy force, because before they invented buoys they would put a little boy on top of a float to wave at passing ships. That force is the buoyancy force. And how did they pick these boys? They would go to a random school and ask around Hey which of your boys can you do without for some time? And they would get that boy to float for some time as the buoy. :D
So Bernoulli was Dutch at first, until he saw the World Cup, where he was mortified to see the Dutch playing rugby when they were supposed to play soccer, and thus tried to renounce his nationality. Unfortunately, he only succeeded halfway and so he is now known as Dutch-Swiss. :D
(from Ansel) I won’t be around next week. I’ll be square.
And yes he was being a retard about chucking Ansel into a river which was thinner at some point and then deciding whether Bernoulli or Ansel would be cheering depending on whether ansel made it across. Of course I had some theories of my own, the first being that the river OBVIOUSLY moved faster at the narrower point because an incredibly hairy Bernoulli happened to be standing there, scaring away all the molecules. Then Mr. Soh moved on to how Bernoulli’s equation could be expressed as the Conservation of Life in a wide leading to narrow corridor. Of course, I have the Conservation of Death: When you stand with your back to the walls of the corridor holding out a long knife, you kill mmore people in the narrow corridor. :D
And now our English file will be made up of a pathetic 4 pieces of work. Sigh.
Maybe I should start reading the dictionary. A 4 mark difference IS quite something to look at.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
King of Hearts
I have come to the conclusion that my chapters seem to be anemic indeed in word count. Well, compared to above average pieces in Fanfiction.net
But today isn’t exactly about my boredom relieving fanfiction today. Although it is good to post about it on days where there are nothing better to post about.
Just yesterday I came face-to-face with the terrifying force called The Young Joo. (and do you have a Younger Joo?) It seems only the Mongolian power is enough to contain him.
Funnily enough, he ran and ran and dribbled and dribbled and failed to score. Sigh
So James was kicking the ball near our goal, and Galen, who was on his team, was going JA-ME-SI, JA-ME-SI!
Distracting your own teams mates is such a great idea.
Maybe I might just play minecraft one day, and try to build a computer that can let me play minecraft. The idea of fighting a monster while playing minecraft is just awesome. But after I’m done with that WTFBBQ Phantasmagoria. (Shocking as it maybe, this one has nothing to do with Alice)
Quite the only significant thing yesterday, other than Mr. Yeo taking us for physics. Awesome-ness.
So. Today was a bad day.
Mr. Wong was playing nice videos. So nice.
I am being constantly sidetracked by random nice Alice in Wonderland fanfictions. Although you know the weird just get weirder when the March Hare begins to speak random Japanese as ordered by a…hare doll. *ahem*
Anyway. Chinese test was OK, except for the easy questions. Contradicting myself is fun.
Argh. Random ramblings from notebook withdrawal.
Chemistry was quite a lesson in magic making. I shall stop here to prevent further havoc from being caused.
My blog posts are just getting shorter and shorter. Yes, I’ve commented on that for the…I-can’t-really-count-time, but yes. It’s a fact. So many lines and random spacing between them.
I hate it when they call Alyce Alice despite the fact that it’s JUST ONE FREAKING LETTER.
Ming Wei is bored. Was bored. As we were all during Chinese culture. At least it IS an improvement. Why couldn’t we have had this teacher before?
I need to keep writing.
But today isn’t exactly about my boredom relieving fanfiction today. Although it is good to post about it on days where there are nothing better to post about.
Just yesterday I came face-to-face with the terrifying force called The Young Joo. (and do you have a Younger Joo?) It seems only the Mongolian power is enough to contain him.
Funnily enough, he ran and ran and dribbled and dribbled and failed to score. Sigh
So James was kicking the ball near our goal, and Galen, who was on his team, was going JA-ME-SI, JA-ME-SI!
Distracting your own teams mates is such a great idea.
Maybe I might just play minecraft one day, and try to build a computer that can let me play minecraft. The idea of fighting a monster while playing minecraft is just awesome. But after I’m done with that WTFBBQ Phantasmagoria. (Shocking as it maybe, this one has nothing to do with Alice)
Quite the only significant thing yesterday, other than Mr. Yeo taking us for physics. Awesome-ness.
So. Today was a bad day.
Mr. Wong was playing nice videos. So nice.
I am being constantly sidetracked by random nice Alice in Wonderland fanfictions. Although you know the weird just get weirder when the March Hare begins to speak random Japanese as ordered by a…hare doll. *ahem*
Anyway. Chinese test was OK, except for the easy questions. Contradicting myself is fun.
Argh. Random ramblings from notebook withdrawal.
Chemistry was quite a lesson in magic making. I shall stop here to prevent further havoc from being caused.
My blog posts are just getting shorter and shorter. Yes, I’ve commented on that for the…I-can’t-really-count-time, but yes. It’s a fact. So many lines and random spacing between them.
I hate it when they call Alyce Alice despite the fact that it’s JUST ONE FREAKING LETTER.
Ming Wei is bored. Was bored. As we were all during Chinese culture. At least it IS an improvement. Why couldn’t we have had this teacher before?
I need to keep writing.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Gothically speaking
I have realized that
Life sucks
Again
And the Four divided by two and divided by two again is one.
Amazing observation.
Now, in a pathetic attempt to stay alive with the cold turkey from notebook related distractions for the next month, I have taken to writing a fanfiction based of American McGee’s Alice. It is turning out to be rather fun. Rambling has never been so awesome.
Enjoy. Or not. *shrugs*
The door clicks open, a sound not a sound.
The Doctor trots in, hurriedly flipping his pocket watch open and examining it carefully before stowing it in his left pants pocket. He pulls over a rickety chair, the same one he replaced at the end of the last consultation. Trying to smooth his hair and suit at the same time, he spares the prone figure on the tattered mattress a nervous glance.
“Alice,” he calls, clasping a record loosely in one hand and a sharpened pencil in another.
Me.
I deign to swivel my eyeballs towards him. Expectant. Unsure. Maybe I would have looked like that, if I had been leading my past ten years like a normal person. But then, if I were a normal person I wouldn’t BE here would I?
He blinks, not sure whether to be pleased or concerned to get a response out of me. “Ah, yes, good. So,” he glances hastily at the scribbled record. Not that he has been able to do much scribbling. “How are you today?”
I finger the dusty ears of Rabbit mechanically “Well,” my tone as dead as my movements. And my heart.
“Uh, very well, very well, I was hoping that today we could perhaps touch on coming to terms with the…” At his words, I saw red. Literally. All around my vision, tongues of flickering flames licked at the edges the same way a cigarette burn eats away at a photograph. My ears catch none of Hieronymous Q. Wilson’s (what an utterly ridiculous name) questions, but are filled with crackling roaring and screaming. Echoing, tortured screaming.
“Fire! Fire!” ”Hurry, we must save Alice!” ”Daddy? Mummy?” “Hush, Alice! Drop everything and run!” The doorknob, roasted by the flames, is searing to the touch, but my father yanks it open and is greeted by the staircase leading to the bottom floor crashing down. “No! Dad, Mom, I can’t just leave you like that!” “We have no time for this, Alice. Save yourself!” My father heaves me out of the window into the hard snow, moments before the fire-weakened mansion collapsed.
“NOOOOO!!” A bestial scream rips its way out of my throat, and I grab the most lethal weapon I can find, hurling the handful of jacks which thud into a closing door. I cannot even see enough of his fast-receding figure to get enraged at. I’m not sure about his credentials as a psychologist but that guy has a hell of good reflexes. Stalking over to the grimy windows, I swing the badly-ripped curtains shut, blocking out some measure of the unbearable light.
I cast my eye gloomily around the filthy, bloodstained room. Which they never seem to bother to tidy up, but then an institute such as this probably doesn’t get enough grants to keep itself going, much less clean. They declared me a ward of the state, and took everything away from me—knives, hammers and even the little sewing scissors, so people would not find me with slit wrists, or a caved in skull, or a broken neck.
Fine. I admit. I’m not that into sewing anymore. But it was mine. As were my parents. Were. They were taken, just like everything else. My property. Which I lost. My fault. In the fire. It was me. I didn’t rush back in. I didn’t pull them out and hug and thank them for saving my life. Two lives were lost for mine. My fault. And there is no solving that.
Pain pain is good which I won’t get good I don’t deserve good I’ve been a bad, bad girl I’m sorry I’m so sorry, Mom I wasn’t good enough I wasn’t good enough to save you Dad I’m so, so sorry It was ALL MY FAULT I DON’T DESERVE TO LIVE.
Down the hallway, I hear as if in a dream, the mutterings of the Rutledge asylum workers…
“Isn’t it that annoying Liddell girl again? Fortunately we cancelled the cleaning service for THAT room. Day after day of cleaning out bloody spots would turn away any cleaning personnel…”
Life sucks
Again
And the Four divided by two and divided by two again is one.
Amazing observation.
Now, in a pathetic attempt to stay alive with the cold turkey from notebook related distractions for the next month, I have taken to writing a fanfiction based of American McGee’s Alice. It is turning out to be rather fun. Rambling has never been so awesome.
Enjoy. Or not. *shrugs*
The door clicks open, a sound not a sound.
The Doctor trots in, hurriedly flipping his pocket watch open and examining it carefully before stowing it in his left pants pocket. He pulls over a rickety chair, the same one he replaced at the end of the last consultation. Trying to smooth his hair and suit at the same time, he spares the prone figure on the tattered mattress a nervous glance.
“Alice,” he calls, clasping a record loosely in one hand and a sharpened pencil in another.
Me.
I deign to swivel my eyeballs towards him. Expectant. Unsure. Maybe I would have looked like that, if I had been leading my past ten years like a normal person. But then, if I were a normal person I wouldn’t BE here would I?
He blinks, not sure whether to be pleased or concerned to get a response out of me. “Ah, yes, good. So,” he glances hastily at the scribbled record. Not that he has been able to do much scribbling. “How are you today?”
I finger the dusty ears of Rabbit mechanically “Well,” my tone as dead as my movements. And my heart.
“Uh, very well, very well, I was hoping that today we could perhaps touch on coming to terms with the…” At his words, I saw red. Literally. All around my vision, tongues of flickering flames licked at the edges the same way a cigarette burn eats away at a photograph. My ears catch none of Hieronymous Q. Wilson’s (what an utterly ridiculous name) questions, but are filled with crackling roaring and screaming. Echoing, tortured screaming.
“Fire! Fire!” ”Hurry, we must save Alice!” ”Daddy? Mummy?” “Hush, Alice! Drop everything and run!” The doorknob, roasted by the flames, is searing to the touch, but my father yanks it open and is greeted by the staircase leading to the bottom floor crashing down. “No! Dad, Mom, I can’t just leave you like that!” “We have no time for this, Alice. Save yourself!” My father heaves me out of the window into the hard snow, moments before the fire-weakened mansion collapsed.
“NOOOOO!!” A bestial scream rips its way out of my throat, and I grab the most lethal weapon I can find, hurling the handful of jacks which thud into a closing door. I cannot even see enough of his fast-receding figure to get enraged at. I’m not sure about his credentials as a psychologist but that guy has a hell of good reflexes. Stalking over to the grimy windows, I swing the badly-ripped curtains shut, blocking out some measure of the unbearable light.
I cast my eye gloomily around the filthy, bloodstained room. Which they never seem to bother to tidy up, but then an institute such as this probably doesn’t get enough grants to keep itself going, much less clean. They declared me a ward of the state, and took everything away from me—knives, hammers and even the little sewing scissors, so people would not find me with slit wrists, or a caved in skull, or a broken neck.
Fine. I admit. I’m not that into sewing anymore. But it was mine. As were my parents. Were. They were taken, just like everything else. My property. Which I lost. My fault. In the fire. It was me. I didn’t rush back in. I didn’t pull them out and hug and thank them for saving my life. Two lives were lost for mine. My fault. And there is no solving that.
Pain pain is good which I won’t get good I don’t deserve good I’ve been a bad, bad girl I’m sorry I’m so sorry, Mom I wasn’t good enough I wasn’t good enough to save you Dad I’m so, so sorry It was ALL MY FAULT I DON’T DESERVE TO LIVE.
Down the hallway, I hear as if in a dream, the mutterings of the Rutledge asylum workers…
“Isn’t it that annoying Liddell girl again? Fortunately we cancelled the cleaning service for THAT room. Day after day of cleaning out bloody spots would turn away any cleaning personnel…”
Friday, October 1, 2010
On the death of time
Occasionally having teachers read your blog might have random repercussions when that particular teacher happens to brag about what he has read. And leaving out the important bits that should have been in there but would make all the difference.
Mr. Yee: I want to know…how the news spread so fast? Yesterday, one teacher came up to me and said EH Mr. Yee, you came late 30 minutes for lesson? So I was :O How you know u dun even teach them. So the teacher was like Oh cos I read their blog…
I am proud to say I came clean.
Shall mix in random bits and pieces of random stuff.
Mr. Yee: I did draw a couple of turtles on Zuowei! And the class was SO cooperative! They were like *pointpointpoint*, then the entire time I walked to him, they made not a single sound! So he ended up with two cute turtles. :D
ARGH ALICE 2: MADNESS RETURNS LOOKS SO EPIC ITS FOREST SCENEAND CARD GUARDS ARE SO AWESOME I’M GETTING HIGH BUT THERE”S ONE MORE FREAKING YEAR DAMMIT! RAWR
Sometimes I get the feeling I’m not spending enough time on this blog. Then I have a look at the blogs of other people.
Today was so boring. Even Cyrus’s presentation was boring. Or to be more accurate, Raphael’s presentation. The lack of boobs eventually dies off over 10 minutes of slow talk. :O Sigh.
The break was wasted. Again. Because we forgot to get cards. DAMMIT. I was reduced to doing Chemistry and playing badminton.
Friday was just a random day. It in volved a random instance of a breakdown, over which Mr. Yee was REALLY concerned. (Aww so sweet but seriously what WAS the matter?)
Ah well.
Oh dear. One month without netbook. CAN I SURVIVE?
Mr. Yee: I want to know…how the news spread so fast? Yesterday, one teacher came up to me and said EH Mr. Yee, you came late 30 minutes for lesson? So I was :O How you know u dun even teach them. So the teacher was like Oh cos I read their blog…
I am proud to say I came clean.
Shall mix in random bits and pieces of random stuff.
Mr. Yee: I did draw a couple of turtles on Zuowei! And the class was SO cooperative! They were like *pointpointpoint*, then the entire time I walked to him, they made not a single sound! So he ended up with two cute turtles. :D
ARGH ALICE 2: MADNESS RETURNS LOOKS SO EPIC ITS FOREST SCENEAND CARD GUARDS ARE SO AWESOME I’M GETTING HIGH BUT THERE”S ONE MORE FREAKING YEAR DAMMIT! RAWR
Sometimes I get the feeling I’m not spending enough time on this blog. Then I have a look at the blogs of other people.
Today was so boring. Even Cyrus’s presentation was boring. Or to be more accurate, Raphael’s presentation. The lack of boobs eventually dies off over 10 minutes of slow talk. :O Sigh.
The break was wasted. Again. Because we forgot to get cards. DAMMIT. I was reduced to doing Chemistry and playing badminton.
Friday was just a random day. It in volved a random instance of a breakdown, over which Mr. Yee was REALLY concerned. (Aww so sweet but seriously what WAS the matter?)
Ah well.
Oh dear. One month without netbook. CAN I SURVIVE?
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