oliayu. Rolie Olie Polie.

I just ordered Ayumi Hamasaki's PREMIUM COUNTDOWN LIVE 2008-2009 and OLIVIA's A Little Pain.

Am I crazy or what? I mean, I want these, but I didn't actually want it THAT badly.

It's probably the exam stress. I tend to spend alot of money when I'm stressed. Usually, it would be on food. Like, I'd spend $8 in the school canteen after an exam, but I wouldn't really eat them. I don't know man. I'm such a stingy person, but I become financially generous when I get frustrated. Wtf right.

I need to see a therapist.

I wanted these two for aesthetic reasons. :P I really like both their covers. I also feel like I should own at least one of Olivia's releases, and this is one old release. lol. I really like the song, especially it being in NANA.

As for Ayu, it's for the whole shebang. The colours attract me. It looks so shiny too. I never planned to buy this you know, I already downloaded the TV version few months ago, but dammit, I just had to go and order it.



I just read some unconfirmed news that the HK version of PCDL (the one I ordered) has chinese hardsubs in it. OMG nooo. I'd be happy if I were a chinese/can read chinese, but noooo. Then they say the HK press is going to be remade with optional subtitles and better quality. Please please please hope that I will get this one.

BLEACH<3

I bought a few BLEACH posters from Chong Hock yesterday. I haven't thought of where to put it yet. I just bought it on a whim.

My dad was just really financially generous yesterday. XD

Ah, haven't gone to Chong Hock for quite a while, you know. Last time I bought something there was like, years ago. I guess I was kinda turned off about the fact that not only did they sell pirated copies of DVDs, some of the anime DVDs they sold were actually free fansubs downloaded from the internet! I know this because I used to download those things too, lol. But yeah. I could've gotten it for free. That kinda annoyed me.

But I guess, when you're in a tough (and boring) situation, and don't really care what state the economy is in as of that moment, Chong Hock's right there for you. Cheap, cheap stuff.

I do admit that, although I haven't bought anything from Chong Hock in quite awhile, I always linger in front of their shop window, drooling at the BLEACH figurines. Oh lovely BLEACH figurines. I want to buy them. D:

I haven't really read much nowadays, (last chapter I read was chapter 250ish, and I used to be VERY updated with BLEACH) but somewhere in my heart, I'm still a BLEACH fan girl.

Besides, I still check YouTube to see if there are any updates on subbed versions of BLEACH Rock Musical, unfortunately, they're still at No Clouds In The Blue Moon, which I watched like, last year, probably?

Night at the Museum, read all about it.

I had to babysit my younger brother and sister today. I had to bring them to the cinema because they wanted to watch Night at The Museum 2 so badly or else they'll weep, sob, stomp, whine, weep, sob, stomp and shit. My parents weren't available due to their other responsibilities in life, and as I was the 3rd oldest in the household - supposedly maturity comes with age - next to my parents, I was given the honour.

We went to the cinema, just the three of us.

I have never been to a cinema without adult supervision, unless I'm with my friends. Because then I don't have to be the one talking at the ticket counter, asking for tickets. I've never done that in my whole life. And today, I had to do it, with no guidance, no practice. *wheeze*

Being in Brunei, going to movies seems to be an integral part of a teenager's social life because we barely have anything else here, and seeing as I have little to no experience in that, can you calculate the amount of social life I have?

Okay, it wasn't that bad. I went through with it. We went in. Found our seats. Sat down. Watched movie. Ate popcorn. Drank Coca Cola. Finished movie. Went home.

By the way, I went home $8 richer. At least it all ended gooood.

Anyway, Night at the Museum 2 is okay. I've never had the chance to watch the first part, but since the sequel's storyline isn't related to the first one, other than the characters, it's okay. It got me thinking though. If this was not a family adventure comedy, I wonder what genre it would have gone into?

Psychological thriller?

Probably some reference to agalmatophilia? (For some of you who are too lazy to search what it means, Wiki defines it as attraction to dolls/statues/mannequins)

Larry Daley kissed a frickin' mannequin. (when she came alive, of course, but the fact that she's not exactly ALIVE is pretty disturbing). And well, hey. He also talks and made friends with the rest of the mannequins.

Here's my twisted, darker version of the movie. And it's just that one night in the museum anymore. It's got some cliches in it, and please, forgive my tenses. I jump between past and present since primary school English class, and I haven't changed since.

After thinking that he got used to having the museum exhibits come to live, he hangs out alot with them. Even accidentally talking to them in the day, but the rest would just brush it off. He would talk to them every night, have fun with Miss. Mannequin together with the rest until dawn breaks. One morning, the boss finds out that the night guard is sleeping with the museum exhibits, cuddling with a mannequin. Larry would then explain to no avail. He'll get fired. He'll go insane. Then he'll be sent to a sanitorium. After some time, he will figure a way to escape because he can't help but miss his darling mannequin. He will then steal (kidnap?) her and run away together.

In an abandoned cabin deep inside the woods, he'll love her, worship her, hoping for her to come back alive. But by then, as she is not in any way near the Egyptian tablet which brings the exhibits alive, she will remain as a mannequin. He will go even crazier, calling her a liar, screaming at her, but she can not react. For breaking his heart, he will break her into pieces. Her head, however, remained intact. He will soon realise this, and brings the head near him, sobbing, apologising. He cleans the head, keeping it close to him at all times, trying to redeem his sins. He starts getting worse.

He sees blood oozing out from every part of the broken pieces. Too guilty to remove them, he just whimpers in the corner, holding on the head, apologising again and again. The owner of the cabin, a hunter, arrives to see that the door lock was damaged. He entered cautiously with his rifle. He sees the whimpering man who by then threw the head at him, and exclaims, "I killed her! I killed her!" The hunter, surprised by the head, backed off and rushed out to get his phone to call the police, thinking a real murder had happened. Caught offguard, his rifle was snatched away and Larry proceeds to shoot the head multiple times.

"STOP TALKING! STOP TALKING!"

Authorities came, and Larry will once again greet the white cushioned walls, wearing the safe straitjacket that had his name stitched into it, as he insists that he needs to get the voices out of his mind by scratching and clawing his head.

"Welcome back home, Larry," says an orderly who happened to be passing by.




Damn, a psychological drama movie with amalgatophilia would sound so cool.

Ah tu, ah tri, ah 1 2 3!

I have just spent two hours organising my Economics file. I have to say, I feel pretty accomplished in some ways.

However, due to my lack of experience in doing school-related work *cough* I became exhausted by the end of it, so I didn't feel like finishing my maths homework. I'm sorry, I'll try to do better next time. I'm still adjusting to the disciplined, motivated, hard-working student lifestyle, though I'm not sure how long that's going to last. Wish me luck, people!




...OMG, my parents have started discussing about jobs (for me!) and how I should get get good grades, because it's that little piece of result slip that they'll be looking at. Oh, where did all the years of my sweet childhood go?

One sheep, two sheep, three sheep~

I feel better. :D

See, I told you it was just that one day.

Yeah. It could happen tomorrow too. And the next day.

It's a never-ending cycle.

I'm still so worked up about World Embryo though, This time, not about the protagonist, but the victims who succumbed to the virus and turned into monsters called Kanshu. The thing is, when they get infected, they will die without realising it and the Kanshu will take over their bodies. The worst part? There's nothing left of the victims when they are killed. No body, not even memories of them will remain. People will forget their existence as if they were never there.

The bright side is that it prevents the people related to the infected from suffering from their loss. But it's still so...ah. There's that one scene where a girl was sitting in the park, waiting for someone, looking for someone, until she completely forgot what is it she was searching. And that was her grandfather, who was slowly erased from her memory as he transformed into a Kanshu.

Oh, woe is me. Haha. I'm talking about a MANGA with a sci-fi storyline. I'm sorry.

I need to get back to listening to NEXT LEVEL. I'm startin to like rollin'!

CRACKED.

OMG YOHEI DIED. WHY? WHY MUST HE DIE? HE WAS SO HOT TOO.

*wipe tears away* Sorry, I just finished reading World Embryo, volume 2. And the real story just started too. Yohei dieeed.

I also just bought Ouran High vol. 13, there were some tear-jerking scenes too. Particularly scenes involving Tamaki and Hikaru (seperately). Which is weird, because Ouran is supposed to cheer me up with all the funny stuff they manage to do in it, but not this one.

Sorry for being so emotional. I seem to be giving away a few tears a little too easy these days.

Heck, I even cracked during the parents-teachers meet. Just a little, but I did. And thinking about that particular conversation with my teacher itself is making me feel like breaking it again. Not only that, she thinks me and her, we need a longer talk. We're gonna need boxes of tissue, I bet.

Ah, I don't know. I can't stop thinking about World Embryo right now. I feel like I'm in the same situation as the protagonist. Sure, I'm not being infected by some parasite, nor did I lose anyone important to me, but that feeling of helplessness, wanting to just give up and let it all out, and then comes all these people trying to reach out for him, yeah. Especially his feeling of doubt whether to take their hand or not, whether to trust them to lead him to the right path, whether them saving him will be for better or for worse.

His fear of guilt that may arise from their disappointment when they realise their effort to help him may not work at all.

Wait, that's one's just me. I think. I'm not so sure anymore.

I just hope the reason I'm feeling so emo (literally) is because it's THAT TIME OF THE MONTH. Ask me how I'm feeling any other time, and I might have been able to at least show a fake smile and say I'm fine.

I'm scared of going to school tomorrow, facing all those teachers again. I'm really scared. I'm in my "What have I done all this while" phase, and I don't know what to do.

I still feel so unstable.