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