Misinterpretations

Misinterpretations

Oh, hey there. Robyn thinks I like scaredy cat, or perhaps her neighbour, but I swear that she's wrong.

People have come close to, but never fully comprehended what's going on in this brain of mine. Hence they start speculating.

And when people start speculating, that's where the trouble begins.

Goals

Goals

Obstacles are things we see when we take our minds off our goals.

-Hello. Stasya hasn't updated for a while, Stasya knows. Now Stasya is going to make a list of her goals for the year 2005. Stasya would be delighted if you commented on these goals using the tagboard, like pointing out those "impossible" goals. Stasya is now going to proceed.

• To get into the school team for hockey.
• To improve significantly in at least two of my subjects, hopefully MEP included.
• To be one of the top in English in my class...I hope.
• To improve in my writing skills.
• To write at least five poems per semester.
• To improve in hockey.
• To get over him, even though I don't feel like it right now.
• To unite the C Division Hockey Team. (It doesn't really have to be me who unites the team. As long as the team is united...that's good. Looks like history is going to repeat itself with this year's C Division, the history being last year's sec ones.)
• To develop a keener interest in piano...I know that may be impossible, but ^ see quote above. WAY above.
• To become a devout Christian.

Survivor

Survivor

I proudly declare that I have never been a fan of Sylvester Sim. -ahem-

Well...I do admit that I got caught up in the Sly Charm, but my infatuation (my meager infatuation) lasted only for a day, thank you. But somehow I got "tricked" into voting for damn Sly...jeez. Forget it. I don't like Sylvester, anyway. Why he manages to turn others' knees into jelly and make girls swoon is a mystery to me. He's so ugly! Aw.

And I am stubbornly unaffected by ankle socks and low belts. Hallelujah! Praise the lord.

I am proud to say that I do not speak as much Singlish as the average Singaporean. Singlish degrades English, but I'll still respect those who speak a lot of Singlish. Of course, there are moments when I lapse into Singlish, for I am a Singaporean-bred female, after all...I grew up, am growing up and probably will continue to grow up in a mostly non-Singlish speaking family. Yeah. No offence to 24-hour speakers of Singlish - you still have my respect, or at least, what's left of my respect.

PLEASE don't think I'm a snob! That's my worst fear...giving people the impression that I'm haughty and stuck up.

So overall, I consider myself a Survivor.

I'm a survivor

I'm not gonna give up

I'm not gonna stop

I'm gonna work harder

I'm a survivor

I'm gonna make it

I will survive

Keep on survivin'

imaliar

Hockey

Hockey

Coach is comtemplating who in the Sec 1 hockey team should be the official goalkeeper. I hope he doesn't choose me, though that probably means that someone else will take up that horrible role. Oh well, it's either me or them. I'd better improve in hockey, so I can show coach that he'll be wasting a "talent" if he picks me to be the goalkeeper...I hope.

D isn't that horrible as the others make her out to be, though I admit that sometimes she can get on my nerves. Jeez. It's so hard to be neutral.

I think that she's (not D) a bit arrogant. But I don't have any right to judge...Judge not, that you be not judged; for with what judgment you judge, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured back to you.

Yes.

Anyway, I had my fair share of scoldings and compliments during the previous training session (Monday, 21st March), so I guess that was pretty ok. Today, Wednesday, was...not very good.

This Friday is Good Friday. Oh, joy to the world. Ah...I feel so impassive. Yeah.

Saturday Stace (I like to lie.)

Sleepy Insomniac

Sleepy Insomniac

Steely gray eyes fixed the slender figure with distaste.


Street lamps lifted dim lights into the darkness, sketching shadows onto the ground. The inky night sky hung heavily over the small neighbourhood as underneath, the crazed yet relaxed night life unfolded.


Insomniacs were plentiful during this time.


"Do you ever sleep?" he asked the stranger whom he barely knew.


"What makes you ask that question?" she said, tilting her head to one side in that infamous childish manner. In one hand she held a pen, in the other a notebook.


"I always see you here whenever I come at night. Whether it's raining or not, you're here, somewhere. And I always manage to find you." he replied.


She laughed. "Don't flatter yourself. There may come a day when...when you don't find me. The day I drift off into another world, wrinkled with age...or perhaps still young."


He smiled. "You're a journalist, aren't you?" he questioned. She nodded earnestly.


"The name's Nathan. And you?"


She paused, pushed into sleepy reverie. "Hermione," she replied at last, yawning, "Hermione Granger." She yawned again.


"You're that journalist for the Witch's Weekly who calls herself an insomniac?" he said, head tilted in a kind of steely scrutiny that didn't match his noncommittal tone of voice.


She grinned, nodding, and rubbed her eyes. "Well," he continued, "You're some sleepy insomniac, aren't you?"


She smiled. He took her hand in his, then they walked, slowly, down the dim-lit, noisy street. A warm breeze billowed in from the West as the dusty night sky cleared to reveal a brilliant full moon.


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Well, that was short, wasn't it? I'm getting fonder of writing short stories...

Jeez

Jeez

Damn lucky RI guys! They get a TWO week holiday in March, instead of just one week like most others...ah, jeez.

I have to return to school tomorrow, and I've got a bit of homework. Call me a last minute person, but yeah.

I love writing. Recently I've been - not so regularly - updating my story, Ironically So. When I've finished writing at least six chapters, I'm going to post it on www.fanfiction.net. The plot is currently under wraps; only a few people know about it.

I love my blog song. It's so cheerful! I feel like singing once I listen to it.

And, oh yeah, I've added a tagboard too. I've always sworn never to put up a tagboard, so I've no idea why I'm doing it...

Jeez.

Tagboard

Tagboard

I've got a tagboard. If you can't see it, just scroll down the left hand box thing. Yep. But I'm not that excited about it, as I've never really liked tagboards. But yeah, people won't be able to comment on my posts etc if I don't put a tagboard, thanks to this blogskin...But the blogskin is pretty nice, so I guess it's worth the tagboard. Yeah.

Stasya

Sinking

Sinking

I thought that the rain would stop falling. I thought that the fire would stop burning. I thought that the fog would clear. I thought that some one would throw me a float to save me from sinking in this emotional turmoil.

It thought it'd change for sure, but as far as I know, it hasn't. Nothing has changed. I hate change, but this one would be welcome. I find that wherever I look, there's no one by my side.

I'm all alone.

People...people don't exactly see me as a friend to share secrets with, to go to recess with, to...to accompany. They do see me as an acquaintance, but a friend?

A friend is someone who is true to you, loyal to you - your...your other half. There are no such things as "fair-weathered friends" or "bad friends", as these aren't friends at all. Just companions. The word "friend" doesn't exactly fit into the picture as far as they are concerned.

I have no one save for companions.

I know that I am an introvert. I know that I'm anti-social. But...but what can I do? I cling on dearly to those companions I have, for I know that one day, they will become my friends. I treasure our companionship, and soon-to-be friendship.

Perchance, among my companions, there is someone who is a friend, yet whom I have not identified as one yet. But who?

I keep up the polite and courteous image because I have no problems doing it. Is that the reason why I do not have friends? Because they don't want a "prim and proper" friend?

Actually, "prim and proper" are the last words I'd use to describe myself. But I can't help it if people view me that way - though I highly doubt it. Maybe.

All I know is that I lead a lonely life. But I am a failed pessimist, so I'll say that at least being lonely isn't the worst thing in the world.

But I'm still sinking.

French Girl

French Girl

Je suis une fille francais. Je deteste les hommes égoïste - Ils ne sont pas même amicaux! Ah...mais c'est la vie. Il y avait, il y a et il y aura les hommes égoïste, toujours.

Too true to be false.

I love French, don't you? Oh, why am I even asking this question. Of course you love French. Everyone does.

I met Mrs Foo, my primary school English teacher, in the bookshop near my school today. Apparently she lives really near by - just behind St. Nicholas View. I was really surprised - and pleased - to see her. She's a rather nice teacher. Well, I'd be pleased to meet any familiar face from Zhonghua Primary, anyway.

Do read my previous post, if you have any time, that is. Or even better, visit http://www.fanfiction.net/~stasya and read all the stories I have written - actually, 'typed' would be a more specific word - and posted on fanfiction.net. Do review my stories if you ever read them!

Stasya

Mooning at Midnight

Mooning at Midnight

to spend in idle reverie...

Yes. That's what the verb form of "moon" means - to spend in idle reverie. So don't you accuse me of being an astronaut, an alien or anything.

It's past midnight and almost one in the morning, and I'm supposed to be sleeping, but as you can see, I'm not.

Well, I confide that I don't like to change. I like to stick to things I'm used to, things that I feel safe with. Wandering into a new, strange 'dimension' with unknown risks scares me. I don't like to change.

Thus I was upset when I left Zhonghua. 2005 has spelt MANY changes for me, and not only the whole sec sch and pri sch business, but also more...personal things. And I don't like all of the changes.

But recently I've decided that I need to overcome this phobia. About half an hour ago or so, in fact, when I decided to change my blogskin. I've always been attached to the other two blogskins, and changing to another blogskin has spelt...a change.

This blog skin is beautiful, isn't it? Well, perhaps only to some of you, but yeah. To start appreciating the new changes, well...

Ciao,
Stasya

link

Michelle Lee Ying Ying's blog: http://lovehuangyida.blogspot.com/
Blossom's Blog [I'm touched that she's linked me in her blog.] http://everythingfanclub.blogspot.com/
Elaine [ditto] http://www.haruka1.blogspot.com/
Jasmine [ditto] http://haha-laughterishappiness.blogspot.com/
Valerie http://www.christmasbubbles.blogspot.com/
Xing Zi http://www.wishesdreamsfantasy.blogspot.com/
Steph http://websteph.blogspot.com/
Teddy [bear. / juz kidding =) ] http://juz-kidding.blogdrive.com/
Jacqueline [aw jeez, jacky! Do stop matchmaking me. Ha.] http://www.6a04rox4eva.blogspot.com/

Jeez, thanks, all those who linked me. I'm a schmaltzy person, WAY too sentimental, so those who've linked me...well, I'm a little touched that I'm actually remembered by people.

Stark Night

It is now 8.43pm, at the time I'm starting to write. Just a random tidbit. Yeah.

Nothing interesting has happened today. I seem to have lost that spark of interest I had in soccer a while ago, should've known. My true feminine instincts have taken over - soccer is NOT for me. Well...I don't know.

I'm listening to channel 98.7FM now. It is now...8.46pm. There's this 'I Dream of You' by Diana Degarmo playing. Did I spell her surname correctly?

You'll notice that my recent posts have been rather short, yeah? DO NOT WORRY. This does not spell the end of my constantly updating this blog. It just means that my life has been rather boring lately, and I'm just lazily adding really cheesy, random posts to cure my boredom, even if it's only momentary.

Oh yeah, and I've come up with this sentence that seems a bit comical and almost rhythmic to me:

I like this guy but he ain't like me so we ain't one happy family.

Perhaps I get my own fair share of crushes, PERHAPS, but in general, I don't exactly like them. They can be nice when they last, all the dreaming of that guy/girl, but it's mostly just unrequited...attraction.

The feeling is most likely NOT mutual. And...it's just a crush. It doesn't last.

Anyway, please read the stories I have so painstakingly written: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/712821/

You'll find a list of my stories there (three in total). Two are short stories. One is not so short, but not so long either. It's all fanfiction. It's all romance. If you don't like romance, don't read them. :)

Au revoir!
Stasya

In The Morning

It's now 10.30am. As some of you guys may know, I'm not a morning person, and mornings make me a little...woo hoo in the head. So, yeah.

NOW I'm going to show you all the swear words I use, in order of the most used to least used.

1. shit
2. jeez
3. damn it
4. darn it

Look at how innocent I am! I only use four swear words in all. =) Of course, I'm joking. Probably. Maybe. I think. Perhaps. I suppose. I guess. Perchance.

Making Sense Of It All

Di mak ani sense? Oof la la.

Ignore me. I don't know what, I don't know why. I don't know how, I don't know...sigh.

I like this guy but he ain't like me so we ain't one happy family.

Sincerely Yours,
Stasya

How Do!

Tuck Everlasting rules. The movie, that is. The book was ok, but Jesse and Winnifred didn't even kiss! This is an outrage! The couple simply has to kiss in a romance story. Ha, just joking. The book was pretty cool, but it would have been nicer if they kissed. :) Call me a romantic, or anything you want, but yeah...

It was a pretty monotonous day. Paula's slipper got stuck up a tree when she tried to use it to get Amanda's shuttlecock DOWN from the tree. Almighty tree, almighty slipper. The slipper got down, but the shuttlecock ain't got such luck. Let me elaborate:

At first, when the shuttlecock got stuck up there, the guy we were playing badminton with got out a long bamboo pole and a small table. He stood on the table and tried to use the pole to get the shuttlecock down..to no avail. So Paula tried using her slipper, and you know what happened.

After a while trying to use her OTHER slipper to get the slipper that was stuck up the tree down, Paula was still full of strength, and our mighty heroine persisted. Yet the damsel always seems to be in distress, and thy valiant knight saved the day by brandishing his wonderful, powerful, miraculous...ladder! (P.S. This is all dramatic exaggeration on my part. Ignore me.)

So in the end, the slipper was saved, but not the shuttlecock. Ironic, isn't it?

Stasya

The True Idol: Wu Zetian

I believe that people who call themselves Chinese women should be independant, self-reliant and self motivated to succeed.

Quoted by Wu Zetian, first Female Emperor in China.

Today

I've changed my blogskin. It's really pretty. Dotty. Spotty. Yeah, so...

My blogskin is not the only thing that has changed. My friends are teasing my about liking this other guy, too.

It all started when Saranya accused me, when we were chatting on Msn Messenger, that I liked this guy. Having natural feminine instincts, I countered her and said that she liked the best friend of that guy. Anyway, the latter is irrelevant.

So, let me continue. At the "usual place" outside Saranya's house, which was also outside the best friend of that guy's house (Am I confusing you? Anyway...) that guy parked his bike next to mine (without knowing that the bike was mine, I think) and Saranya and Amanda did some real weird catcalls.

There was the usual chitchat, then we started playing soccer. Halfway through the game the guy kicked the ball; it hit my bike, which then fell over. He picked it up, which brought more strange catcalls.

When the soccer ball was accidentally kicked up onto a roof, we couldn't play anymore. So they just sat on the road and...talked. Saranya stole my spectacles and hairband, then ran over to the guys. I followed her, and she said that if I wanted my stuff back I had to circle each of the guys (three altogether). I refused. The guys also...chickened, and got up.

The usual...we ended up playing basketball, although in truth I think the guys would have preferred - very much- to play without us girls. Same with soccer. Yeah.

Then I had to go home. I went to get my bike, only to realize that my bicycle gears were loose. Problem. All because of that guy, when he indirectly kicked my bicycle wheel...I was sort of upset.

Anyway, being the kind soul - ahem- that I was, I decided to let bygones be bygones and just wheel the darn bike home. My house was very near.

I'm not sure what happened but the guy's best friend (Are you confused, again?) somehow persuaded him to help fix my bike. I was going to decline but he had already come over. More catcalls. My bike was fixed in like, what...a few seconds?

I was rather embarrassed. They probably viewed me as some brat who didn't even know how to fix her own bicycle. So, I got Amanda to teach my how to fix my bike when the gears were loose.

Give someone a fish and she'll eat for a day. Teach someone how to fish and she'll eat for a lifetime.

How true it is...

Stasya's Ode to Ankle Socks and Low Belts

Forgive me if you think that I'm boasting...or perhaps criticizing myself.

You see, I've been the good girl for as long as I can remember.

I was, according to my Discipline Mistresses, a "righteous and responsible" prefect. Of course, that also meant that I was disliked by much of the student cohort, and slightly feared by the puny Primary Ones and Twos. Now I'm in Secondary One, and nobody is going to fear me...not when I'm one of the youngest in school.

I scorn those stupid, utterly revolting ankle socks and darn low belts. They suck. HATE THEM HATE THEM HATE THEM. Yep. I think they make you look sloppy and...plain weird.

Yeah. That's my rantings for today. Goodbye.

What?

I'm sorry for swearing in my last post. Some people who know me as the "quiet and humble" Stacy might now have different perceptions of me, but I assure you that the last post was simply the nasty side of me - the way I get when I'm really angry.

Anyway, I've been writing a lot lately. Both homework and my LJ fanfiction. You don't need to know what it is if you don't know. I love writing.

Please, please just COMMENT on my blog! It's heart-rending to see all the effort put into my posts have no comments.

I HATE SINGLISH. SINGLISH DEGRADES ENGLISH.

I like to lie. I'll make sure you never forget. :)

Sincerely yours,
Stasya

Swearing

BE WARNED. THIS IS NOT A DECENT POST. I AM GOING TO SWEAR AS MUCH AS I LIKE. I DON'T CARE EVEN IF YOU DO.

Yeah. Now, on to serious stuff.

Hockey. The sec one team is utterly divided.

These girls hate D. They say that she is conceited, and that she is an idiot. One said that once you get to know D, she will treat you like shit.

I beg to differ. D seems like a nice person to me. They said that she acts like she's so good at hockey, when she's "lousy". She seems ok at hockey. And she doesn't boast about her skills etc. Those bitches don't know their stuff. Blurgh.

And D, well, she's kind of a loner. That's why she hangs out with me more often nowadays. I don't ALWAYS mind, but it's a little irritating (and scary) when she keeps saying that she wants to be in the same team as me, jog together etc. She is lonely, but she's kind of cool, in her own way that those BITCHES fail to see.

Bloody FUCKING hell. I don't know what I'm going to do. Those bitches, like I said, are actually pretty nice EXCEPT when it comes to D. They hate her. They scorn her. They leave her alone. I didn't really notice that until recently; I'm so blur.

I like those bitches when they're not talking shit about D. But otherwise...they're bitches. I want the team to be united, but HOW when the bitches don't give D a chance?

I mean, if they think she's too conceited, then they should TELL her and ask her to change POLITELY. Don't tell me they DON'T want her to change? They want her to stay her usual apparently "conceited" self so that bad talk about her can be their gossip for the next bloody four years?

Damn it. Darn it. Shucks. SHIT. JEEZ.

I'm not one to swear, but this post has really allowed me to vent my anger...

Stuff

I'm in the ever powerful, wonderful berrrr...looo house!

I mean blue. Yeah.

Anyway...hockey. My skills; down the drain. My friends; have improved. I'm; WAY behind. Note to self: must practice at home too!

Anyway, sports day at ZHONGHUA is on the 31st March, Thursday. I'm going to be there. Why not? I'll see my friends. I'll get to support beautiful, BEST, BLUE!

Aha. Beat that, you scoundrels of yellow, green and red! Blue will b_EAT you!

Blue socks rock,
Yellow stinky socks.

Just...utterly random. I'm in a real zany mood today.

Yeah.

Stasya