INFLATION. its seriously pissing me off.
chalet rates. outragous. it seems like it more than doubled from a few years ago? costa sands at the top of the list with the smallest rooms. aloha increased its prices, but seems reasonable with the biggest area per chalet. but that doesn't mean we ought to pay 500 bucks a night.island resort at east coast still alright, at least 20-50% cheaper than the same kind of chalets at costa sands. argh.

i want to read. fictional english story books that don't need much brain cells to absorb and will bring me into another world.
i want to bake. so that i can eat my wonderful creations and get fat with pleasure.
i want to sleep. so that i don't get these headaches and blank out periods and act like a zombie.
i want to watch a movie at the movie theater. with friend(s) because i haven't stepped into one for the past two months?
i want to play hockey. so that i don't get fat from eating all my wonderful baked perfections.
i want to get a job. so that i don't feel useless and broke all the time, and be able to pay for culinary school in a few year's time without depending on my parents.
i want to drop out of school. so that i don't get so stressed about insignificant things in life and i can get a job.
i want to get a boyfriend/girlfriend. so that i'll feel loved.
i want to get my own house. so that i'll have the independence i've always wanted.
i want to open my own shop/cafe. so that i can be proud of my own creation
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economics is right in one aspect. unlimited wants.....
but they can't be fulfilled due to the short term obstacle namely the upcoming common tests.
save me.

aye. two weeks counting down. 3 VAs, PW, 2 revision packages, and 6 different subjects to study for. i've got hockey matches, chalet, drama auditions, tuition on the itenary for next week, and i still haven't completed my task of going to watch movies, going to borders with kris, holding a bake sale, and going ice skating for this holiday. like they say, life never goes according to plan. oh wait. was there the ubin cycling trip too? damn.

thanks kris for getting syuusuke to my side (: and hope you enjoyed taiwan. we'll drop out of school together one day and i can bake you and you sell them on the streets and together we'll build an empire from that! muahahaha.

i'm getting delirious from reading so much. the whole week, i'm on my third book now. finished a romance novel, trudi canavan's first book to the Age of Five trilogy: Priestess of White and i'm on Lian Hearn's Across the Nightingale Floor: first book to the Tales of the Otori trilogy. I have to add Trudi Canavan and Lian Hearn to my favourite authors list, which so far includes Judith MacNaught, Rachel Caine, Cecelia Ahern and Jacqueline Carey. ( i may have missed out a few others, but that means they didn't make a big enough impact for me to remember. J.K Rowling, Jodi Picoult and Mitch Albom comes close enough)

time flies. i don't know how other people are able to do so much within a day while i do so little. its unfair. do they stop time? i wish i could.

i felt that my blog was left too lonely after i visited some very colourful fellow teammates blogs', so i thought i should make at least a little effort in posting about my very unneccessarily stressed up life which i sometimes wish to make dramatic changes to.

i rarely post in the mornings, just that i was already too damn asleep to post last night. u18 tournament now. and we're in the semis! not a very proud position to be considering there's only 4 teams in the whole tournament. i partially-sprained my ankle on the first match while slipping on the pitch (first time at that. the spraining part, not the slipping.) i would call this week hockey week. mon to sun. with the exception of today's cancelled/miscommunicated walkover match, it was training, match, training, match & friendly, training, supposed match, match, and to be continued.

my bank account is slowly being drained dry. so much for saving up the next few years for culinary school. somehow i'm just an occasional (forgetful) moneylender and i can't remember if i lent anyone anything. until they're nice enough to return.. plus i've just been spending so much on well, food. it's my first love. damn the economy for causing inflation. my love is becoming very expensive to maintain due to that.

common tests. like its very common when it comes once a year..maybe just to make us think that the tests are so common we shouldnt' worry about it at all? i wish. but that is what my current mental state is in right now. no mugging, no time to mug, don't want to mug, got things better to do than mug, don't like to mug, thus don't bother to mug. i half-wish that that would change. more towards the wishing-it-doesn't-change side.

i think its enough yea? have fun during the holidays people! that's what they always say. but do we even now?

i had inspiration on the bus to write a story about 'a fallen angel' . thanks to a song on my mp3.

i thought i should start here.the chapters may not be in order though. i might start writing the middle first (:



A fallen angel



She lay there motionless. Seemingly in a puddle of light, the white translucent material barely covers her body as hundreds of people gather round her, staring, gaping, amazed, or just plain perverts. Some took pictures of the beautiful sight, some just got bored and moved on thinking it was an advertisement stint. Eventually, people left her alone where she was, in the middle of the street, looking vunerable and fragile, alone, very much alone.



He walked up to her, knowing that she was the one. Lowering himself beside her, he knelt beside her head, studying her perfectly contoured features, commiting them to an everlasting memory. He lowered his head, his long straight hair forming a curtain to frame both their faces, as he positioned his moist lips directly above hers, centimeters away. Using the lightest ever breath, he blew gently through her partially open lips.



The world tilted as her wings of light appeared on her bare back. It was the most magnificent pair of feathered objects he had ever seen, but unfortunately, it was gone within a second, only to be seen again in his memories.

two things i thought should not ever be associated with politics.
FOOD & SPORTS.

now with all the olympic hoo-haa and tibetian monks, i indulge in my two favourite loves to balance out my tummy. Nationals has had a significant impact in degrading my knee, all for the sake of that shiny round piece of metal dangling from a white and red band. its worth it. i think.

i need food. will you give me a mixer and some inspiration?