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Does anyone remember my O Level painting of Lestat de Lioncourt, the sexy, very attractive vampire with whom I’ve fallen in irrevocable love with, from the fictional vampire series called The Vampire Chronicles? I know my interpretation of him isn’t the best, but I’m proud of this juvenile painting all the same, mainly because it is Lestat, after all. And he is one of my earliest, artistic creations.
Here is a recap of this gorgeous, blond haired, iridescent-eyed fiend:
Considering my ineptitude at anatomy drawing and my lacklustre skills at painting, I personally feel that my painting is a ‘not bad’ attempt at expressing what I find beautiful at that particular point in time (the vampire Lestat). The reason why I’m bringing him up now is that I’ve finally gotten him back, and he’s sitting in my room, staring at me. I’m so happy that my love’s back. :D Now he can truly ‘look’ after me at night as I sleep. I remember this conversation I had with my mother:
(Conversation was in Malay, but was transcripted into readable English for everyone’s own good) :D
Me: Mum, I’m so happy that Lestat’s back with me.
Mum: Mm. Good. (doing laundry)
Me: (clasps hands together all starry eyed) I’m really, really happy. My imaginary boyfriend has finally come to meet you. And having him in my room with those vampire eyes staring at you the first thing you look at him will definitely drive those spooks away from my room.
Mum: Ok.
Me: (goes on pretending that she’s actually listening) The pontianak (1) will peep into the window expecting to see a potential victim to haunt and spook but when she sees my very own vampire she will run away because she thinks that Lestat is my own ‘penunggu’ (2).
Mum: Now you’re becoming crazy. Don’t stare at him too much, you’ll become crazy.
Me: (walks off grinning to stare at Lestat some more) I’m very mentally stable actually.
Mum: And he’s been to London before you, hasn’t he? (smug grin hidden beneath piles of clean laundry)
Me: (hmphs) Don”t remind me!
Ah, speaking of my old love, I’ve realised that I model what I find beautiful in men after Lestat’s characteristics. Kamijo, the beautiful Jrocker with whom I’m also fallen in love with has vampiric features which some people liken after Lestat – it does help that Kamijo’s said somewhere that he likes the Vampire Chronicles as well.
Japanese Lestat. -drool-
I’m going to make sure that I complete Blood of the Snake chapter 26 by tomorrow, 12 am latest. You do not have to wait anymore.
(1) A pontianak is a female Malay kind of a vampire type of ghost who has typically long hair and wears long white gowns. I’ll spare you the details.
(2) A penunggu is another Malay spirit which resides in a place like a tree etc, and basically protects the place, and can be either good or bad.
That incessant bugging feeling reminding me how dead my blog is whenever I log in to wordpress.com every single day, the pathetic number of blogviews I get in my stats page, and how I always seem to get unexciting comments from my readers and chums has (finally) motivated me to come up with a blog post full of random updates. Yes, expect more dull, mundane things about my uninteresting life as a typical, boring, Japanese rock loving 16 year old girl wandering about in Singapore. (What? Did you hear that – me admitting that I love Japanese rock? No – particularly Jrock bands with hot vampire-looking men as lead singers like Kamijo’s Versailles get my special love. Do you hear this, Carolyn? ;D) Come on now, cheer a little for me. Are you going to celebrate this gratuitous moment with cake, wine, fireworks and merrymaking, my lovely readers? Embrace each other in favour of me! And if you can’t do that, a little smile tugging on your lips as you read and laugh at my stupid, egoistical ramblings would make things better.
Some people have actually realised and pointed out to me that my blog posts do tend to get quite impersonal. The topics I talk about mostly are just about general rubbish like what music I recommend you to listen, who I find hot at the moment, what I feel about life, but never specifically about my life. Yes? But get this, I don’t like to talk about my life, loves. Imagine if my blog posts went like this.
“Today I woke up at 6 am as usual, took a shower, ate something, and took bus 168 and sat on the bus for 1 and a half hours. I listened to Kamijo’s music all the way. His voice is so mesmerising. I love him. Then I focused myself to do the best for my module-of-the-day and did a substantial presentation. I always buy my regular coffee from W4 which is ‘teh shitz’. That auntie who sells drinks automatically knows what I want without me saying anything, now. XD Ah, that cognitive bit, I think I shouldn’t have put that Noel Gallagher quote of Nirvana and emuuuu music. Who knew my cognitive facilitator was a huge fan of Nirvana? Meh… It’s over now. So I went back home, walked to the Woodlands Interchange with Ben, Socks, Mabelin, etc etc. I love everyone so much. They’re all so nice to me. So I sat on my ass for 1 and a half more hours, and returned home to shower and eat a not particularly interesting meal and stare at my laptop or computer screen again for a few more hours before I go into a disturbing sleep with a monster beside me trying to push me off my frickin’ bed.”
And this, after all, is how my typical, everyday life progresses. Boring, isn’t it? I wouldn’t want to subject my lovely readers to this kind of boring wordy abuse every single time. I’d rather make the time between each post long but the outcome is something satisfying and typically entertaining. Yes?
So I’m now into the third week (and also the last week) of my very short holidays in RP. To be honest, I haven’t done anything much, being the very boring person that I am. But I’m just back from RP for a three hour Science workshop (a.k.a. uber boring lecture, really) which I attended alone. The workshop itself was equally boring, but I really like the woman doctor’s German accent. I wished I said “Danke” to her when she handed out some scientific journals which costs some £5 (I was curious!!). Mon Dieu, imagine how much that costs in Singapore dollars. I couldn’t decipher (more like, wasn’t bothered with reading) all those scientific research things all over those glossy pages.
This new semester comes with a new class, and my new class is at E35E. It’s a damn long walk. Damn you all to hell whoever/whatever gave me this obscure classroom location. But life’s still alright, I guess. I’m nearly going to complete my CE points (11 more left to complete, not counting the workshop I attended just now which gives 2 CE points), and I’m going to retake my O Level Maths next year. And I already have two FYP partners for third year, and I’m only in first year. At the moment my life is glorious, and so is my first semester GPA which is passably alright.
Of course, I also only blog whenever I feel there is a subject which I believe is too glorious to pass off. And I’m in a glorious mood, really, both in positive and negative terms. Else I wouldn’t write about how boring my daily life is in such a purposefully standoffish tone, now would I?
Being the person that I am, of course I am always dissatisfied with certain things in my boring, typical life. This is unavoidable! My hair, for example. I’ve been meaning to try a totally different hairstyle, and maybe a different hair colour (nothing too outrageous, of course). My hair – to put in simple words – sucks major ass. It’s just hanging there limply doing totally nothing to enhance my round face! And I think I’ve had the same hairstyle since bloody Secondary 2. It never changes, I always have my customary fringe to my eyebrows, but the hair at the back varies with length. But it always alternates between long and short! I thought of keeping long hair initially but I know I looked older with longer hair! Mon Dieu, and I’m only still sixteen! (I love being able to call myself still sixteen. My birthday won’t pass till October, and that is still centuries away.)
A latest picture of me with my ‘hanging there doing nothing’ hair:
I’m the one on the right of course. Ha! I could only wish I were that white-skinned, lol. (Before you say anything, this is no racist remark. It’s a mere tongue in cheek comment about my ethnicity.)
Can you see what I mean by it not doing anything? I might as well shave myself bald. *shudder*
Suggestions for a new hairstyle are quite welcome. Just no shaving off my hair and become like NSman comment, please. :D
And so I now take my leave, I have nothing else to ramble off my very mundane life.
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For those of you who are unimpressed with Shotacon (a Loveless – the anime kind of relationship) please do not read.
This is a little oneshot between Cadmus Baptiste and Sasuke (off Naruto, yes, you’re right).
Read warning and disclaimer.
Paint me a picture of what your future will be. Why?
I would be at the prime of my life, beautiful inside and outside, well-known for my written works which reflect what the essence of culture that the Singaporean society is through the eyes of an utterly complicated individual. I would have achieved those ambitions I have lusted for so long and attained happiness in my life. I would have met someone I care enough to love, be it a man or a woman; I do not care – what I crave for is devoted love. I do not know about having children, however – I do not know if I am able to want to have children in the future. What I know that this is unthought-of at this point of time in my life; I am only just sixteen after all. I would have visited beautiful places like Japan, England, and Germany and met people from different cultures, and I would have dedicated myself to learn more languages to express myself in other forms rather than English and Malay only. If I grow older, I would love to devote myself to charity work and help save lives and poverty especially in nearby Southeast Asian countries which are still suffering. I want to change lives, and change these seemingly polluted teenaged minds that I see going into a vicious cycle easily avoided since I see such happenings everywhere even in such a developed, first-world country such as Singapore. Maybe I would go in search for the true meaning of God and religion and be a true Islam woman for once. I would have the passionate fire burning in my eyes, the zest that I have for life and my lust for writing, transcending my emotions into words that will be immortalised forever in my name and in books, read again and again for generations. My legacy will be passed on, and my creations will pass from fiction into legend. I simply want my future to be peaceful and happy.
