I'm going on a fieldtrip to Big Pit, a coal mine, tomorrow. So excited!! Can't wait!! We're going to go underground and I will have to wear my ugly field gear. Ellen thinks it will be freezing undeground but from what I learnt it's supposed to get warmer underground but...oh well. Too lazy to argue with her.
Anyway. That aside, I have another thing to be excited about!! Yamin and Zudin is coming over to Cardiff the day after tomorrow and I dunno why I'm so excited!! I might get to hang out with Adibah - not sure as of yet and are you sure you want to bring your niece and his friend to the freezing cold that is Cardiff Bay? REALLY?! It's still winter o____o
I'm gonna sleep early tonight since I need to get up at 7AM tomorrow morning. Email from lecturer said we probably will be back by 4PM. So that'll mean I'll be MIA pretty much the whole day. Which I don't mind. Which makes me a nerd LOL
Will update again after Yamin and Zudin's visit :)
"So this is the part she wanted erased?" "Yes, sensei." Interesting. "Bring me the equipment." "Yes, sensei!"
* * *
Just like what Hitome told me, there was no pain.
I didn't know why I am yearning for pain. I guess the lack of it feels too unsettling, but then again I'm being unreasonable.
"You've woken up." It was the doctor. He smiled at me, but it didn't meet his eyes. "How are you feeling?"
"...I'm fine."
He took a CD out of his pocket. "Do you..."
"No."
He smiled again. Again it didn't meet his eyes. "Sure?"
"Never been more sure."
* * *
She left. The CD lay shattered beyond repair in the wastebin.
It's my job.
I manipulate memories for a living. It's not something I am proud of, but it pays well. By manipulate I mean extracting the memories and convert them into electronic form. It's as simple as Ctrl-X and Ctrl-V.
But sometimes, my clients just want me to press Del.
I of course will abide by their wish and watch as seconds, sometimes even years of memories, just poof, disappear. Gone.
I mustn't complain about this life. I was my own victim.
I deleted my memories five years ago.
I don't remember anything from before five years ago when I woke up and have no idea who I was. I couldn't speak. It took the doctors almost two years to re-teach me everything again.
Now I stand in my own clinic, manipulating memories for a living.
I'm finally back on homeland and life is...good? BBQ with the others today which was eyjafjallajokull (which is what I used to describe EPIC-ness nowadays) and fun and everything. ^ ^
Then when I got home mom surprised me by being totally accepting and everything, and she surprised me further by bringing me and my siblings out for dinner...and the Mall afterwards. I know. WOW. She didn't even comment when I buy new books. She must really be in a good mood.
I know. I should enjoy her good mood and be grateful. So I am.
I'm loving Son Dambi's song nowadays. Especially 미쳤어 [Micheosseo] [Crazy]. Ahhh I've found this song too late. But I still love this song to bits anyway.
By the way. Daddy brought me a new laptop. It's Samsung R730, a 17" awesomeness and everything. Just Google it to see its awesomeness.
1. Secondhand Memories「むかしのおもいで」 by Satoshi Takatsu – 25,140 Views 2. Once Upon A Christmas Wish… by Matthew Reeves – 14,472 Views 3. SUKI DESU!「好きです!」 by Mugi-chan – 1,668 Views 4. Sunflower Fields by Yupina – 742 Views 5. The Strongest Bond by Karra Christina – 500 Views 6. You’re My Soulmate!「あなたが私のソウルメイト！」 by xinping2016 – 466 Views 7. All’s Well That Ends Well「 終わりよければ全てよし 」 by Satoshi Takatsu – 464 Views 8. Once Upon A September by xinping2016 – 163 Views 9. Red String (Of Fate) by Mugi-chan – 91 Views 10. My Girl by xinping2016 – 82 Views
(All Stats Taken As of 11:59 PM Feb. 19, 2010)
This is unexpected but all three of my cellphone novels (that I have since abandoned) are in the top 10 list of 19 Feb 2010.
I was alerted to this stats originally posted on Ranobe Cafe by a Twitter follower who wish to remain anonymous.
I was so stiff from my long absence from TextNovel, I even forgot which ones of my stories are completed -_-"
So I went on TextNovel and did a search, basically checking out the popularity of my cellphone novels.
My Girl has dropped to #14, overtaken by the fairly new First Love (Cinta Pertama) written by Wanpicz :(
The most recent Top 10:
1. Secondhand Memories「むかしのおもいで」 by Satoshi Takatsu – 28,219 Views 2. All’s Well That Ends Well「 終わりよければ全てよし 」 by Satoshi Takatsu – 676 Views 3. Once Upon A Christmas Wish… by Matthew Reeves – 15,706 Views 4. SUKI DESU!「好きです!」 by Mugi-chan – 1,911 Views 5. The Strongest Bond by Karra Christina – 1,301 Views 6. You’re My Soulmate!「あなたが私のソウルメイト！」 by xinping2016 – 600 Views 7. Once Upon A September by xinping2016 – 292 Views 8. Falling Petals by Rinnie – 80 Views 9. Love the Sinner by Kinetic Novels – 583 Views 10. Citadel by Karra Christina – 320 Views
This means moi need to update all three cellphone novels soon! Ah, I can't sleep now!
So. I've decided to include at least one picture in my posts. Why?
I noticed a huge jump in the traffic when I do post pictures. Obviously, you guys are here for the pretty pictures! So here I go!
This on the left is my big shot certificate. If you can't already tell, I took part in this competition called Chemistry Olympiad, which is quite similar to the Australian Chemistry Competition we have in Brunei, only way harder.
As it is so very hard, I only manage to make it to UK Round One. Impressive...much?
Well. On the bright side, at least I have something to add to my already bulky file of (probably useless) certificates. Round of applause, everyone!
Nicknames. I seem to have accumulate more of them here. As if I don't already have a lot! People used to call me things like Apple (because 'Ping' in chinese sounds like apple), Jennifer (Jennifer?! Gross!) and Jolice (no idea where that come from). Then when they finally settled for Jolene or Ping, a new one pops up again! And me like!
VIPs, call me Lene!
I'm not complaining! I really do like this new nickname! For your information, that's pronounced 'lean', not 'le-ni', thank you very much!
And yes. Only VIPs can call me Lene. Why? Well, because the person who first call me Lene was, you guessed it, a VIP! Thank you oh so much, gESTdragon! If you can't already tell, she's a G-Dragon fangirl too ^ ^
Was so happy typing away I almost forgot about this thing that has been nagging me since I got out of my second and last IELTS lesson just now. No, you didn't read it wrong. It really is my second and last lesson! My goodness!
So that means I paid £120 for two lessons and an exam?! I know things here tend to be more expensive but somehow I feel...cheated.
Maybe if I refused to pay my school bill that is valued at £200.20 then they will give me extra IELTS lessons. NOT. They are more likely to send loan sharks after me.
So I've got this pile of IELTS practice papers, a small hill of Chemistry revision notes to go thru, another small hill of Maths past papers and a humongous mountain of Geography notes to dig into. Life seemed a bit unfair now.
Will I come out of this war called A levels alive? >_< Goodness help me!
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.
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!!!
So. I've decided to include at least one picture in my posts. Why? 
