Translation I want (us) to be together forever but Things I don’t like about you seem to Increase by each passing day
We’re like-minded, aren’t we? I feel like I understand
I cannot begin to tell you how much I was, and am affected by the lyrics to this song that is the A-track in YUI's upcoming single, to Mother. It feels exactly like...coming home after a long absence, after a trivial fight with the woman whom I call my mother, and discovered she has long forgiven me.
My mother and I have this really complicate love-hate relationship. She can be a delightful person to hang out with, and the next minute she will be red-faced, angered by trivial things. Her mood swings is one I grow up getting used to. I liken her temper to that of a volcanic eruption. She has an unhealthy obsession with numbers, and she loves Kuching laksa to death. She is strange, but she is my mother.
The earlier memory I have of her was a painful one - apparently I did something wrong and hands were slapping me on both of my cheeks, I was crying and suddenly there was a drop of red on the floor. The slapping stopped. The white of the tissue turned red and smelt sharply metallic. Suddenly she was crying, as one tissue after another was rapidly discarded on the floor and she was hugging me, red smearing on her shirt, and I felt strangely happy.
Growing up, I have always resented how she never resemble the kind mothers in story books. I was considered a 'problem child' and I never could seem to satisfy her, no matter how well I am doing academically. I later resorted to thinking she hates me because I am not the eldest daughter she wants.
...yeah love is pain
I can never truly remember when it started happening, but suddenly she did not seem as cruel as I had seen her. It's probably part of growing up, but I now feel I can understand her more if I bother to see things from her point of view. I may not agree with her all the time, but at least I do know now that underneath all the hostility she does care about me.
Mother, I will work hard here, so please do take care of yourself.
That, is salmon nigiri. If it looks crappy, I ask for your forgiveness, but believe me when I say it actually turn out well. Yes, I make it.
. . .
And no, nobody die from eating them.
Erna and I made it for a late birthday party for Aini last night, but how was I supposed to know she don't like them raw. Anyway.
We (that's Erna and I) went food shopping yesterday for three hours, buying nori, salmon, chicken, eggs and goodness know what. Both of us were carrying heavy plastic bags by the end of the trip.
Not willing to lug those plastic bags up the hill (I would have probably be pulled down to the foot of the hill by gravity), we took a taxi back and proceed to make the nigiri.
We didn't know the recipe. Since I don't like wasabi, we didn't put any (but are we supposed to?), and the rice underneath the salmon? We use Fragrant Rice. Add a little bit more water so it was sticky. Tastes a bit off, but still nigiri nonetheless.
Into the fridge it went and tada! Beautiful, beautiful salmon nigiri, ready to be served. However! Aini don't eat raw food, and Jess stubbornly ate only one. T_T I know I'm bad at cooking but I won't kill anyone with my attempts, OK?
Anyway. Watch Family Outing yesterday. G-Dragon was on episode 7 and 8! OMFG he was kissed by Lee Hyori. I can die over and over again. Uhm. You wish.
To those who goes squeamish at the picture of the salmon nigiri. Look on the bright side, at least it's not raw whale nigiri.
Daddy sent me this picture via email a few days before, just in case I am in denial my group tutor ever set foot in Brunei at all. No, I am not in denial, and I swear almost half of the staff knows they were there, spending time with my family while I zombied my time away here in UK.
That's my little brother, my embarrassing mother and the Dunnings at a chinese restaurant in Gadong famous for its curry fish head and wall decorations.
I think I will also post up a photo of myself to show you guys how un-zombie I am once I settle back into school life. By the way, that's me auditioning for SNSD. Not.
Not really. It's...chilly, more like. And I'm loving my room. I'll film a video tour of my room later and post it up sometime. Why? Because. My room is really cool. Great view. ^ ^
My group tutor is not in today because she is stuck in Brunei at the moment. Judging by the fresh cloud of volcanic ash cloud that is spewed out last night, she won't be coming back any time soon. Health and safety is so damn overrated here. Not that I'm complaining, of course.
It's some kind of an internal joke, her emphasizing the extremely luxurious Empire Hotel and Country Club. The whole staff was laughing =/
So. Judging by this fresh info the other half of Godolphin Bruneians won't be back by this week as well. They are probably dancing a 'volcanic ash cloud dance' right now. Just kidding.
For the rest of us, it's back to school. I was regretting getting back yesterday, and my arms did hurt when I got up this morning, but hey, it probably isn't really that bad. I'm doing mass revision and if only the lower sixth girls will be considerate and turn down their loud Jason Mraz songs (last term Lady Gaga, now this?!) so I won't be tempted to whip out my beloved Salted Fish and blast them to kingdom come with Death Metal.
Salted Fish? Oh, that's what I call my small yet powerful Logitech speakers.
In the wake of the incredible Eyjafjallajokull volcano that is the source of all these volcanic ash, I am revising hard for Geography. What? I am not? I tell you, I can even spell the incredible volcano's name backwards, I'm that good. Ha, beat that!
Well. Back to my revision now. As for why I no longer post YUI updates here, don't be lazy and read this post, OK. Bye people!
I know the title of this post is contrasting the title of my previous post. But. I just saw something I made being used as something else without my permission. And somehow, that has always been a big deal for me.
The last time I freaked out big time over this kind of incident was. Hmm. In form 1 and form 4. You know, like when things are so similar they are practically nearly identical? And used without permission? I call them plagiarism. But it's such an overused word nowadays. People don't even know what plagiarism is anymore.
Well. Of course I will recognise my own work. I can tell even at a distance. Goodness sake. When I thought back, I think I had made too much of a big deal in form 4. But. Who will be happy if their work is used, practically copied word to word, not properly credited and even labelled as someone else's, when it is blindingly clear it is not? I was quite mad. And I admit I still do get mad about these kind of things.
My senior Caesar, on his work being plagiarised (he probably don't remember saying this as it was years ago):
What? I'm flattered what, they think my work is good enough to be copied.
Well. I cannot deny there is a level of flattery in there. But flattered or not, I was not impressed. It is my work. I want to be credited properly. I'm not being conceited, I'm not being high and mighty and what not, I just want my work to be tied to me. I also have the right to be mad.
I'm over the form 1 incident (which involves me disliking poor Saidi for three whole years without his knowledge) but the form 4 incident, ah. I'm still willing to go back and squeeze the neck of the 'photocopier'. Yes, I'm still a bit mad, kiddo, even-though the work you copied is one of my really immature one and one I am particularly embarrassed with, but still.
If I can decide how she should die it will be from thirst after being forcefully pressed onto a photocopy machine and her face photocopied for god knows how many times. Of course, I can do worse than that, but I am, ehem, kind towards the ignorant.
I don't want to rant on about my thoughts on plagiarism, because it just plainly makes me angry and I won't think properly and bam! Next thing I know I have done something I will probably regret later and time is a b***h so it won't turn around and let me undo my wrong doings.
But. To you know who you are. I really am not impressed. Seriously.
Recently I am riding on a wave of ideas. There are so many of them, it's hard to make them into words. Of course I'm lying about that. There can never be too many ideas if you are a writer. And planning to churn out a few good quality books too, at that.
Since I read too damn much, I sometimes wonder if I ever have a life. I looked back to what my friends wrote in the autograph book, and there is always the sentence...she is going to be a successful writer one day, and I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Because life exist. Being so damn complicated, it's not going to work out that way...in any direction the perfectionist Virgo that is me me me have planned. My life is not working out much, for the matter.
Ah, my rants. It's getting more and more annoying day by day. Even I sometimes want to break free of this shell of a body and just...go. Do I sound depressed? Maybe I am. I don't know.
Here's a preview of what I am currently writing. POV of an OL. Well. It's not going to be a pretty fluff. But at least I tried.
Everyone's head jerked up and turned to her for a second, before hurriedly turned back to their work.
...OK. No such luck.
With a barely audible sigh, Honami stood up, straightened her attire and marched into her boss' office, a fixed smile plastered on her face. It couldn't be any worse than last time, right?
Wrong.
It's still early days yet to say I'll definitely finish up this story, let alone making it book length. Because. I feel like giving up my life. Hi, I'm 19 years old, and I want to retire. Now.
Let's not dramatise my life any further. You, I, and everyone else hate dramas. So I shall stop sounding suicidal. Besides, if you haven't known this already, everything on my blog is true, or as true as it needs to be.
I'm out.
Before I forgot, I want to apologise for the lack of a chatbox on my blog. Please comment under respective posts. It's easier to deal with unwanted advertorials that way. Sorry if it is inconvenient. But. Life needs some inconvenience to spice it up, don't you think so?
Title: G(you)Ri. Author: sunhi2016 - that's moi Disclaimer: I do not own BIGBANG and 2NE1. Blah. Genres: Drama/Angst/Romance Pairings: G-Ri. Summary/Synopsis: It's always hard to handle if you found out the deepest secret of your loved one.
Author's Note: PLEASE PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT IF YOU LIKE! >,<
It's his voice. The one I'll recognise any where. It's deep and it sounds worried. Worried about me? No way. No way the Heartbreaker song way. I must be hallucinating. Hearing his voice.
"Lene? Lene. Come on. Wake up."
No, this couldn't be happening. I'm dreaming, right? How could he be here? My eyelids fluttered open, even though I don't want them to. Afraid of shattering the dream. Afraid his delicious voice will fade away like a puff of smoke.
His face hovered over me. He looked worried. Let out a sigh when I looked back at him. Relief? No time to think. I squealed, hating my squeal, and moved away from him. Seriously, Jolene. You are so dumb. Why are you moving away from him? Isn't he the guy you claimed to be your husband?
Because. He is Kwon Jiyong! The superstar! And how can I not freak out? And how the hell did he know my nickname? How? What? Why...? ...OK, I'm confused.
He sighed again. "Lene." Shook his head. His perfect face frowning. "I brought you back from Seungri's. You...fainted."
Ehh...? I...fainted? Then I remembered what I saw before blacking out. Not something for my eyes. Not for anyone's eyes for the matter. And my heart shattered. Into a million shreds that pierce my whole body. It hurt. Oh, Jiyong oppa. You are such a heartbreaker. As expected, really, but why am I so sad...?
"Are you OK?" He asked. He sounded genuinely concerned. I couldn't worry him. No. Who am I to worry him, the superstar. I shook my head.
"OK." He looked around my dorm room uncomfortably. "I really should go now. Are you sure...?"
"I'm fine, Jiyong oppa. Thanks for worrying about me." That's right, Jolene. You are doing it right. Good girl. In a few moments, after he left, you can go as hysterical as you want. But only after he left.
He smiled. Turned to go. Stopped. "Well...see you around then."
"Jiyong oppa...?"
He stopped. Turned around. Looked at me questioningly.
"How...how did you know my name...?"
He smiled again. The teasing smile in the flesh. "Ah...Daesung told me." Then he was gone.
I stared at the door for...I don't know for how long. But I do know it was long enough for him to be far away enough not to hear my sobs. My wails. These ugly sounds I emitted from my throat. Oh god. I had never been in so much pain. Please. Make them go away. I want to forget. Forget what I saw at Seungri's house...it wasn't meant for me to see.
Nobody heard me. Nobody knows why I am in pain. Nobody here to unconditionally love me, comfort me like last time. Nobody.
I miss you, daddy. I know I am selfish, but I wish...I wish you were here...
So it's Lene's POV for chapter zero, but I promise some action in chapter one!!!
In brief, the article said: (pardon my note-taking)
• Timing is key in hurricane forecasts. • Forecasters often issue predictions before the factors are in place. • The media treats these predictions as credible and official.
• it is impossible to (im)precisely predict this season’s hurricane activity in early April.
• A significantly above average season is predicted for 2010. • The season begins June 1 and runs through November. • There will be 15 named tropical storms: 8 hurricanes, (4 major); 69% chance one of the big ones will hit US coastline.
• The Climate Prediction Center does not issue a seasonal outlook until May 20. • Variables influencing the development of hurricanes do not show until April and early May. • Mostly due to the "spring barrier" -- a time of unstable transition when important meteorological factors are largely unknown and evidently unknowable.
• The seasonal outlook should not be used as a guide for preparation plans along the vulnerable coastal areas.
Then I went back and added these to my notes. No idea if it is really relevant or not.
I like studying weather. It's interesting, and it has always been a part of our lives, whether we like it or not.
Global warming, particularly, is in the media all the time. The wikipedia page on global warming is always updated with new information. My geography textbook [Raw, Michael (2009) "Global warming and climate change" OCR A2 Geography p.108-120] has over ten pages on this topic alone. As the awareness of this increased (via campaigns and events like Earth Hour), people become more conscious of their actions. And, ironically, more hypocritical.
...
This post is not meant as a lecture so I'll stop packing facts.
...but it's too warm in the room now...I want a ceiling fan.
Well, a temporary one. Of the image above. But in henna please. So it can last for weeks at the very least.
Is it even spring yet? Because I can't wait for summer. Don't know why, but I just want summer to come quick.
It was sunny the other day. I showered and, for the first time in months, let my hair dry under the sunlight. It was a great feeling, although I did have a headache afterwards. Sun-dried hair can look fabulous for days. Just trust me on this.
Love is Pain. That has a nice ring to it, no?
Recently I have been thinking more about CSS, HTML, PHP, ASP and Javascript more than about volcanoes. Not a good sign at all. I have promised myself all these internet jargon stuff are to be strictly during free time only...but I found myself thinking of the conditional tag <b:if> when revising the Gulf Stream. I am driving myself crazy.
Went to Subway to get a foot long Italian BMT again. It's so nice! My fav after Sweet Onion Chicken Teriyaki. Honey mustard and extra cheese are the best.
I want to drink shark fin soup!
OK I'm starting to become random so I think I'll stop here.
