She who reigns the throne
Sits upon a barrier of ice
Minions at her feet
With spears, sharp teeth, yellowish eyes and rotting skin.

The chimeras perched on the snowy mountains, their wing-beats echoes of oncoming doom.
Their eyes, cold fire,
Their breath, the seeping power of ice itself.

The throwing-stones of the darkness
Lie knee-deep in the snow.
Let the innocent travellers
Unknowing and moronic
Fall into our open jaws.

This is the land where the ice melts the sun
Where the moon calls its home
And we honour the dark night skies.
They are our play-lands,
To whom we pray as gods.
Dinner cooks beyond the ocean surface;
Bubbling, boiling.
Deep passion unknown,
Hidden,
The golden tendrils of Saturn.

"Dont let me see you again."
Your words, hard and stony.
The speak from the facts and truths.
Accept, you must
Or die a foolish death.

A cat's stare, piercing and strong
Transmits into a vibe of uncertainty.
You, who wanders,
Will not be safe.
Rely on no one,
and trust only yourself.

For you know the trust you gave to he who has vanished
Will not lead to a good outcome.
Seal your heart
Block your mind.
You learn to live alone.

Welcome to the world of death,
Decay;
Betrayal.
Where the dead do not sleep.
Where the realms of darkness lead into the depths of the great unknown.
Where the wilderness reaches over and up
Circles in an arc
And bowls you over.
Welcome to....




Crescent Girls' School.

LOLOLLOL JK.
I should be sleeping, but i dontwanna. Dont feel like doing anything in particular right now.
Tomorrow mr Ho will be dressed up in our horribly creative racial harmony day costume, and i do hope he wears that menstrual looking skirt lol. Afterall, the person took the pains to dye it.

okay. goodnight.

really rant. like seriously serious.

OMG OMG this is the first... thing in which ive had followers, and quite a few at that. so happy xD
(taken with webcam so its quite blur)
ooh i just got another follower LOL. 82!!! his/her name is... luivier. o..o
oh well.
ive had nice chats with all kindsa people so far, theres some dude studying art in a tokyo uni and he specialises in some art style called rakugaki i think. id: gogh1853 (sheila go follow him hes awesome i know u have this app). i like his art alot!
and theres the guy named madman_phillyartist or something like that, from france, and his art is based on human fears. it s really detailed and awesome, too.

ive been doing portraits for people on paper before taking a pict of it and uploading onto the app. they ll tag me in the picture in which they want me to do... well they seem to like it very much, and im happy that they like it.
every once in awhile, it s nice to know that people really, really appreciate your artwork...
sometimes compliments from friends/classmates can be quite blank o..o

free of charge sommore lol unlike the CGS funfair...

there are people who specialise in nail art too, and it s really nice. and there are all the other otakus out there, and there was one malaysian girl named yryue as her id and we spazzed about UVERworld and AnE the song take off LOL. she draws horror really well.

oh man im gonna get an iphone when my contract ends.
im sorry sony ericsson but im proud to say ive been very loyal to you xD

other than that ive been playing the lame iphone games Fashion Story and bakery Story, lvl 29 and 26 respectively. not too bad, i like my boutique decoration... it s like a boardwalk with sand and sea-like flooring, and arched windows cover the walls and there are those $3000 potted plants everywhere.... every night i get the swimsuits as my stock, theyre the highest level of clothes i can get now, with the most exp + quantity. for my bakery ive FINALLY got enough money to change all the chairs to red chairs which cost a shitty 8000 each. the floors and walls are purple and blue, and ive bought 11 vases of those pretty sakura-like flowers.
i wanna get the chocolate fountain next omg but it costs 2.5mil and theres no space in my bakery....
anyway, still need to change all the white tables to blue checkered ones.
(15k e/)
hurrrr. i bake red velvet cakes every night, brew hot apple cider, fruit cake or raspberry macarons and chamomile tea in between.
this weekend i wanna complete the fruit tarts. they take 6 hrs each to bake(yes its those kinda games) and i only have like... 4 ovens?
the ice cream from the ice cream machine looks dam yummy omg if only it were real...

i think.....
i thinkk......


i think that-


no, i shouldnt be thinking.



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isabellu goh invited me to her house. sarrrah c.'s going.
apparently it ll only be us 3 unless sua decides to come @ the last minute.
Should i?

i remember physio and the doctor's checkup for my knee last wednesday.
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"ok, so, I ll give you another permanent medical certificate," the doctor said, typing.
"huh actually i already have a PMC."
"oh no this one is for life," he said.
i stared at him.

"this will excuse you from all NAPFA tests in the future," he spoke, still typing on the computer. Then he turned to me. "Actually i find NAPFA tests useless. All those crazy activites- what broad jumping and shuttle running. It s not as if when you grow up youre going to be shuttle running and jumping around like a crazy monkey right."

ohmigod, this doctor is awesome.

"To be honest," he continued, " Ive failed all my NAPFA tests when I was in school so yea..." he said. "I can understand. it s not easy to do well in this test."

holyyyyy shit.
how many doctors say that LOL.
but i admit i kinda thought of The Diary of A Wimpy Kid at that moment, and i imagined the doctor as the wimpy kid, clumsy and like a klutz XD

oh well, whatever it is, ive now got another PMC on top of my first one. While people around me seem to be working hard to find some... fault in themselves so that they can get the golden excuse letter, im getting them effortlessly lol.
oh well. i ll count this as... good luck??

the funny thing is that in the PMC, he wrote that I have knee instability. Wow. It kinda sounds like im in knee-depression. Whatever crap of a sense that made.

boys should screw themselves

oh shit i liked this vid on youtube so what i liked appeared on fb cuz i connected my fb to my youtube acc.

i liked this Butterfly on Your Right Shoulder vid sung by rin and len.
there are lots of pv versions of this out there, but for the one i liked LEN WAS FLUCKING HAWT AND RIN WAS FLUCKING CHIO...

and they appeared to have sex in the end. with... pictorial evidence.

AND FRANK CHANCED UPON IT AND LIKED THAT LINK.
SHITSHITSHIT OMG.
please tell me he didnt watch all the way to the end....
sia la i wonder if he did he must be thinking "wa christal is that sick?" in his nice americanish accent.

oh goddd.
memory, please get out of my head.
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i remember the days where i used to get mixed up between frank and xiu cheng lol. wonder how theyre doing?
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and on saturday pris didnt come for tuition, so after tuition i went library.
i turned around, saw GX so i waited for him so that we could walk tgt(didnt wanna seem unfriendly).
but it was dam awkward, as expected.
we talked? he told me about aesthetics night.
i dont know if it s just me but it seems to me like hes been giving me more attention during tuition lately.

it s like suddenly hes telling me how he sold his maplestory accounts for $$$ and all those game stuff etc, and asking me about my leg and sustaining convos with it o_o.
While i was walking with him, the sun was setting(it was somewhat romantic-ish atmosphere so i felt funny), and he told me how he d get bashed up by his friends if he didnt go for his friend's bday party that day. apparently he had to go bugis, but he was having a headache from the night before.

"then dont go la," i said.
he shook his head. "they will bash me up one."
i frowned. all this 'you and me=brothers' thing?

We had reached the main pavement. "You going that way?" i gestured to the mrt station. I was going in the opposite direction.
" Uh yeah but nevermind la, i walk with you," he said.
i shrugged as we walked to the bus stop where he would take a bus down to bugis while i would continue walking to the library.

Again, the saying goodbye part was weird.
it was always weird and tends to get draggy sometimes.

"Um, bye," i said.
"Er, bye."
Just then, my hand brushed across his. It was like a caress, soft and swift, fingertips against palm.
a jolt of electricity bolted through my fingers, up my arm, and it started to tingle.
IT WAS ACCIDENTAL OKAY!!!
I think i blushed. I dont want to know.
shitshitshit.
i walked dam fast, eager to get out of sight.
hope he wasnt staring after me.
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ew christal you disgust me.
please, dont lose your heart to him.
hes worlds away from you.
he s like a... paikia.
and you dont even know him well enough.
remind yourself for the sake of yourself, please.
damned guys.
or maybe it s my own heart.
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okay. im done talking to myself.
have a nice day ahead-!

let it rain, let it rain, let it rain.
wotamin is beyond describable.

ive transferred all my poems to a nice thick pretteh notebook!

and the title of my series of poems? Let it Rain.
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today was a slightly more solemn day. on even week fridays, we re dismissed at 12:30. but as usual i stayed back til 5 plus. By 2pm the last person had left the class, and I was alone in the peace and quiet again. I enjoy how quiet the class gets later in the day; i enjoy hearing the echo of footsteps down the corridor and listening to voices from far off in the distance. I enjoy the emptiness of the fitness corner outside the class as the shadow of the leaves and trees fall across the wooden, weather-worn sit up planks. I enjoy the whirring of the ceiling fans around me; the dustiness of the floor and the sound of my shoes scraping against the concrete ground. I enjoy the refuge of my own little world, alone in class, with the doors and most of the windows shut. This afternoon was one of those afternoons where the sunlight takes on this shade of warm orange, and hits in such a way that you can see the dust dancing in its wake. It was one of those afternoons filled with nostalgia- and got me reflective and thinking again, but nothing in particular.
Just enjoying life.

Yes yes, i mightaswell shave off all my hair and go live on a mountain as a monk rearing goats.

i dunno.
i just enjoy the feeling.
even the silence has a rhythm. it s therapeutic for me.
i can sit and sketch at my desk, hearing the pencil lead of my mechanical pencil go sktch sktch sktch across the paper, as I slowly transfer my emotions onto it, filling up the page with my very own hands, making it into a world of my own, and just mine.

if you like to draw, you probably know what im getting at.

people tell me they dont like to be the last to leave the class, turning off the fans and all, watching the classroom being thrown into shadows as the lights flicker off and the fans stop spinning.
but i dont see what s... bugging them with being the last to leave the class.
for me, it s like sealing off my little refuge; my little silent magical world from others, making sure only i have the power to enter. because the next day students troop in at 6am in the morning, and its no longer my peaceful little world, but that classroom which we all crack our brains on Science in. It becomes that classroom, full of people screaming and defying teachers; that classroom that stinks of sweat and suffocating deodorant after PE; that classroom where teachers walk all around, giving evil smiles as we frown over those stupid exam questions.
yes, The Stereotypical Classroom, with cobwebs in the corners.

but as the final bell rings; as the final lessons end, the school slowly starts to empty, lasping into the beauty of the silent afternoons that i know.
as the last chair in class is pushed in; as the last student bids farewell to me and walks out the door, i step into the portal and the classroom becomes the tranquil world i visit every afternoon.
i'd stretch back in my chair and yawn, and i'd take afternoon naps sprawled upon my desk, listening to the quiet whispers of the wind through the trees outside, dancing with the shadows and twirling with the sky above them.
i'd imagine ghostly figures of my classmates around the classroom, going on about their day. i'd imagine students jogging past the corridors, head down, panting.
it s always at these times that i realise the beauty of the world itself; and appreciation for such beauty glowing from somewhere in me.
when i leave the school, i'd walk alone across the wide stretch of the parade square, the setting sun warm against my skin, the wind flowing around me, teasing my hair. above me the blue skies continue on forever; as i enjoy the wideness and depth of the space around me. the school would be silent, with only the lengthening shadows accompanying me.

do you know such feelings?

in your company>>>

had a pretty good day today.
though everything was pretty much the same; it s here, it s there, theres no change.

it s kinda dumb to think this way but...
okay.
when i see a cat ard my house, i take it as a good omen because seeing cats around my house are considered rare sightings.

so this morning, i stepped out of the house at 6:25 am. When i opened the door grille i almost slammed this neko right in its face(it was walking ._.).
It s a white neko with milk-tea-coloured splotches on its pelt with the same milk tea coloured ears.
"Oh sh*t sorry almost hit you," i said aloud to the cat.
My grandma thought i was nuts.
I told her she didnt understand my love for kitties.

After I spoke to the neko, it looked up.
And i saw the most brilliant gold eyes staring back at me.
They werent yellow eyes.
They werent yellow-green eyes either.
They were chrome yellow, coloured over with a few shades of orange- the colour of the gold embers in the fire; the colour of the last few rays of a setting sun.
The neko held its gaze, so i looked away first.
When cats stare and you and you stare back at them, it means youre trying to challenge them.
And why the hell would i do that.

The neko looked away too.
I think it was certain that I wasnt a threat.
it sat down right beside me, with elegance and grace.
I watched as the neko's fur rippled over its haunches as it sat.

And there we stood and sat, side by side, the neko keeping me company as I waited for my school van.
Its ears twitched back and forth, hearing things my human ears could not pick up.
Sometimes the streets were silent, sometimes a lone car passed, tyres working fast against the dry blackness of the roads.
The neko watched with subtle interest.
I would glance at the furry creature every now and then,
and admire its glassy, doll like eyes.
One one occasion the neko turned to look at me, too.
It twitched its ear inquisitively, as if to say "Yuppp?"
But then it looked back straight ahead.

The van came after awhile.
I took a step forward.
The neko stood up.
And step by step, I walked towards the van.
The neko seemed to echo my footsteps as it too, padded away into the dim corridors.
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I boarded the van and slid the door to a close behind me.
The driver revved up the engine again; its sound so close to that of a purring of a certain neko.
I looked back, just once, into the corridor where I stood before.
A pair of gold eyes glimmered ever so slightly back at me from behind a pot of flowers.
The van drove away and I fixed my eyes upon new sights.
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...
i think that was why i was somewhat happier yesterday.
yes, i know, it s stupid.
and that mr lim uh,
make fun of me walao. during science he was like " if a force of 10N pulls christal from one side and 10N from the other side, is there any movement?"
"nooo....." the class replies.
"yarh but she may split into half la."
he stared at me.
"eeyer," he said, with the pedo look on his face. @_@

WTF LA. DID HE IMAGINE MY BLOOD SPILLING AND MY INTESTINES HANGING OUT OR WHAT. disgusting.

mr chin also, during tuition last sat.
i piak my face on my book which was on the table and dozed off but was still aware of my surroundings.
then he said, "somebody's not shining!!!!"
he sounded gay too. like maybe how shakespeare would sound like if he was gay.
is he even gay.

so i just ignored what he said cuz he makes alot of weird comments and talks to the door LOL
then jiahui prodded me up.
"uhhhg whattttt..." i woke up.
"now shes shining!!!!" mr chin then said.

me: （º﹃º）what the.
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and yarh that basically sums up my days.
oooh and my brother asked how i was today LOL hmmm finally learning how to be gentlemanly already?

this is horrible.
i was dragged along like a kidnapped + drugged + poisoned + half dead cat to the
HAIRDRESSER yesterday.

my hair is....
my hair issssss.....
it is...

SHORT.


WHY.
WHY CANT THEY LET ME HAVE LONG HAIR?!
IT S JUST HAIR OMG.
I LOOK LIKE A FRUCKING FISHBALL WITH SHORT HAIR.
HOW MANY TIMES DO THEY NEED ME TO TELL THEM THAT.

grah.
and my hair grows reeeeeeeeally slowly.
shit la.