it's got me stuck between my fantasy and what is real

Hello! Uh I'm here to get away from lame stuff for a while, so I thought I'd just update, since Kar Wei has been asking for a new post. (:

So uh where did we stop?

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"Also, I can see the top of your head, dwarf."

She stalked away, barely even noticing as Stephen yelled desperately from behind her, "Hey! You, uh, wanna hang out at the playground where we used to meet when we were kids? I've invited a bunch of dudes and girls, we're..."

Only when she crossed into the next corridor did she allow the hot tears to stream down her cheeks. However, as she raised a trembling hand to wipe her eyes, a tissue appeared under her nose. Lena, holding Carmen's haversack and hosting a sympathetic smile, waved it slightly. Slowly, Carmen took it and blew her nose loudly. To her credit, Lena didn't wince even a little.

"He's ugly anyway."

Carmen looked up from folding the tissue into perfect bits, her eyes wide with shock. Lena stared at her, unsure, but Carmen didn't say anything and she continued.

"I mean, have you seen his teeth? Sharp, pointed, just like my pet hamster! And his spikes probably aren't even real. Probably spends three hours in front of the mirror preening every morning! Jock my arse, I'll have you know."

Despite herself, Carmen couldn't help but let out a hiccoughing giggle.

But Lena suddenly sobered and placed a light hand on Carmen's shoudler.

"Hey, I'm so sorry about this morning. Like, I didn't even know you treasured that sweater all that much. It's not even that bad, anyways," she teased the texture between her fingers, "plaid looks totally cute with red hair."

Carmen coughed and took Lena's hand. She didn't know why she was doing this, she didn't even understand the relationship between plaid and the colour of her hair but she just knew something had to change.

"Lena. I need you to give me a makeover. I want to come back on Monday looking like a supermodel."

And not giving her friend any time to digest this new development, she pulled her along down the corridor.

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Ohkay, and so that was totally pathetic but is the continuation of the chapter Yoomi posted and I'm not done with the next one yet (paiseh) but I'll try and get it up asap, so uh yeah. :/

Just a bit more to go and the next chapter will be up! I'd ask you guys to keep waiting, but you've probably already given up so yeah hahaha. (:

MIKE

Class List

Day1
Ser Wei
Chloe
QiuYi
Angelin
Yi Xuan
Kar Wei
Elise
YunYing
Tzu Chien
Ruriko
KaiTing
Wu Hao
Crispus
Clive
Guanghao
ZeYu

Day 2
Crystal
Jia Yi
XinYing
WenXing
Shen Yi
Zi Wen
Wen Xin
Cheryl
Charmaine
Florensia
ZhouYu
ZhiYuan
George
Chen Hao
Bryan
Zhi Wei

Temporarily unable to attend: WanNing and KP. So each group is 16 and 16 :D
Should we have a extra session on last week of march so we can BOND?? heh heh
Starts 3.30 to 5.30
3omins mrt, 20 mins walk( from sch to jp and frm mrt to sch)
Yeah about an hour.
Unless its raining we take bus or LRT.

What do I look like? The Wizard or Oz? You need a Brain? You need a Heart? Go ahead. Take mine. Take everything I have.

Okay, so I know starting this post with a quote from Twilight's Breaking Dawn does not make it seem that my following harangue will be all thought-provoking and empowering, and instead will only succeed in a few raised brows and snorts of laughter as you clicked the tagbox to tell me that I just need to chill. Or chillax, for people that think chillax is a cool word.

You can't be more wrong.
Not just the chillax being cool part.

The Breaking Dawn just about summarize how I feel about a certain crappy thing ie: high school.
Not just school in general. High school.

It all started when someone decided that students have to prepare themselves for the big, bad outside world by attending insituitions at the ungodly hour of 0730. We are invariably punished for tardiness, and have to attend mind-numbing detentions to make up for this "unacceptable deed." While being untardy may benefit us sometime if the far-off future, I do have this conscious feeling that teachers are more concern with our tardiness then other IMPORTANT things, like -don't laugh- bullies. Seriously. Do they give a shit about our inner voice and all that crap?

My definition of the inner voice means-what else- our personality. Apparently, this learning insituition known as High School is devised so that they can control our looks, our words, even our thoughts. Seriously. Imagine, we are sometimes stopped by the jailers-sorry, did I say jailers? I meant teachers- who starts a harangue like this one-only more shrill and less wordy- about how we have what seems to be two antlers hanging from the thing we call hair. Although I cannot abide that kind of hairstlye-seriously, the hairstyles are really the school's fault. I'll explain later- will having this kind of hairstyle make the world melt away like grease in a leaky frying pan? Will there be a second holocaust if we decided to leave two strands of hair hanging in front of our faces, or paint our nails every color of the rainbow? No. Admit it. Seriously, while I know certain jobs require us to tie up all our hair or something, it's not like the school is doing this for hygiene purposes. They just basically don't approve of the way we look.

The fact that our school is trying to turn us all into mindless zombies with similar, nondescript, and most of all, ACCEPTED hair styles and freshly ironed uniforms means that all the bright, vibrant personalities that all youngsters possessed is giving way to the similar, nondescript and banal grey personalities. When I ask you to imagine who dresses the most wacky, do you think of Lady Gaga? Remember her bubble wrap dress and 20 inch Alexander McQueen heels? Thank goodness she's the kind that does things her way. Honestly girls, can orginal can you be with rebonded x 20 hair and the same sloping fringe? This is also an example of a mindless zombie. We get insecure when other girls start dressing a certain style. Then we copy them. We have legions of people copying each other. For crying out loud, do people honestly think they are freaking gorgeous by following a trend? Yup, everybody follows the trends so easily now, because the school has drained our personalities dry. Thanks a whole bunch.

CCAs. Need I say another word? We are forced to particpate in the activities we loathe for hours on end. In some situations, when the CCA is actually a useful activity, the students loathe not the program itself, but the mundae repetitiveness, week after week. Who cares if I learn how to march in synchronization anyway? And do you honestly give a shit about senseless drills and the like? CCAs were apparently devised because the government wants to give us something to do in our free time. But honestly, I'll say that the average teen has enough drama in their lives then to cope with dull, banal activities that we hate to participate. Why? What will they benefit from it anyway?

So actually, why I'm hanraguing now is because MY CCA FORCED ME TO GO BACK TO SCHOOL FOR SOME IDIOTIC CAN THAT WILL PROBABLY LINGER ON IN THE DARKEST, MOST DEEPEST RECESSES OF MY MIND AT BEST. AND DID I MENTION THAT IT HAPPENED TO FALL ON MY BIRTHDAY? FML.

no matter how strong the wind blows against us

I LIKE THIS FONT!

MIKE

Gave you all I had and you tossed it in the trash

Hello guys. Yoomi here. This chapter is written by Mike. I supposed I have to repay the debt since she wrote the previous chapter.



However, as Carmen loitered awkwardly next to Stephen's locker, trying to ignore the stares other sweaty jocks gave her, she wasn't so sure at all. How mahy confessions had he received today? Soccer at St Jude High had been made popular by him, reinstating it to almost national level. Fast, smart, favourite of the teachers (and girls), he was right at the top of the “unattainable” list.
Not to mention he was currently hooked up with cutest girl in school.
Darn.
But her thoughts were cut short as she heard more than one pair of running footsteps. There was no where to hide herself-was she going to have to give him the gift in front of another person?

Carmen watched, mortified, as Stephen and another boy she vaguely regconised as one of the defenders rounded the corner hurriedly.

“It’s now or never…” Carmen tried to reassure herself. “Besides, the worst he could do is reject me, I guess. I don’t think I’d cry, actually…” But she knew it was a lie.

Stephen stepped towards her, an inquiring look on his face.

“Hey Carmen! Looking for me or something?”

Carmen’s throat was dry. She felt herself nod slightly. Stephen grinned.

“Cool, so ‘sup? Anything specific you’re wanting…” he trailed off as his smile faded into oblivion. “Oh crap, I’m the last to hand in that English assignment, aren’t I? I haven’t done it yet, help me cover for Cruthers, oh shit-”

Carmen coughed, and cut in. “I- it’s not about the assignment.”

Stephen looked bemused.

“Then what’s it about…?”

But as he asked, his eyes drifted down to her hands, clasped together in front of her skirt and the gift box peeking out from behind them.

“O-oh my God. I’m so, so sorry but I don’t know what to say.”

Despite the tone of his voice, Carmen felt a spark of hope ignite in her chest at his words. He hadn’t rejected her!

“So does this means you’ll give me a chance?”

“Of course not!”

At the harsh words, Carmen felt her heart ice over. Then like someone had grabbed a hammer and struck it, she felt it shattered.

And unlike ice, which could put itself back together again, she was sure it was unlikely that she could fix it again.

Stephen obviously noticed her sudden change in demeanour. He regretted the words that had slipped out in the shock of the moment, and started waving his arms around, stammering incoherently, but a muscular arm snaked around him and pushed him out of the way. Carmen came face to face with the defender.

Although not much taller than her, the defender had a menacing air around him. His straight white teeth were bared, stretching his thin lips and enunciating the thin scar slightly above his chin.

“Listen girlie. So you want to get together with Stephen? How about you take a look in the mirror first, ugly cow, before even entertaining these thoughts?”

He snorted and look her up and down derisively.

“I mean, you’re short, scrawny and you look absolutely disgusting. Your grades aren’t even anything special! How can you compare to Clarissa?”

Stephen interjected, his eyes wide with guilt.

“Shut up and get lost, Drake! Carmen, you’re not ugly, you really aren’t! All the boys used to have a crush on you during elementary school. It’s just…your hair and dress sense leaves a lot to be desired and you are a little on the skinny side-”

Carmen had had enough. She threw the gift box down on the floor and narrowed her eyes at the pair of them.

“Your friend is right, Stephen,” she interjected with as much poison as possible into his name. “I’m ugly. But I had hoped you’d be able to see below my outer appearance, into what’s inside.
Clarissa deserves better than such a jerk!”

She rounded on Drake the defender.

“And for your information, I received an A for the project she failed. “ A twitch of her lips,” Also, I can see the top of your head, dwarf.”

ARGH I’ll CONTINUE THE SECOND PART ANOTHER DAY.