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