Pieces of Life

you are wrong to tell me exams is not everything.

207 hates me.

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i need yunho or onew's brain

or just give me any other's brains. they're definitely more useful.

The wind blew in the night, caressing the young trees and delicate flowers among the short bush. It was a chilly night but there was no snow this year. No pure gentle snow flakes for the lovers to appreciate, or snowmen with their sharp carrot nose to please the kids, only dry coldness in the dark.

A little girl laid on her stomach, her legs bent up and crossed in relaxation. The tiny hands supported the chin and the head tilted slightly to take a better look at the fireplace in front of her. 2 more hours. She only needed to wait for 2 more hours to see Santa Claus in face and tell him her wish. She had to be patient, if not Santa might get angry and not jump down from her chimmney. She stared at the fire, anticipating the arrival of her wish granter.

One young lady opened her window, undaunted by the strong wind gushing in. There was no snow. It probably won't snow this year after all. She picked up the snowball globe on the table and shook it. The rising small white balls soon fell from the top and gradually reached the bottom of the globe. Her hands clamped together quickly before all the balls went back to their original positions. Even if the snow wasn't real, she could make a wish, right? Her dream could come true, her lover would return to her side, right?

The old lady rested on the rocking chair and stared at the christmas tree beside her. 1 more hour to Christmas and her tree was still plain without any decoration. She could have dressed the tree up hours ago in preparation for the occasion. What was she waiting for? If there were snow, her grandchildren might rush back to start a snowball war. They could help her put up the ornaments and fight to place the star at the top of the tree. If only they hadn't migrated to somewhere so faraway that she couldn't see them anymore, everything would be realistic. She peered out of the window, maybe it'll snow, and they may come back to celebrate Christmas with her.

The clock struck 12. It's 25th. A loud crash welcomed the first minute of Christmas. The snowball globe was dropped by accident and smashed into pieces. It aroused a few neighbours but the little girl was sound asleep, her stomach still on the ground but her head was already buried in the lowered arms. Santa Claus hadn't arrived but the sleeping fairy had called upon her. The wish... was to be postponed again. The night remained cold but there was still no snow.

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Planned to sleep before 12 but typing this made me overshoot. Boring life goes on and I feel especially lonely during exam periods. It feels less lonely this time round but there's a lousier feeling.
Stories alievate bad moods at times and obviously Magic Castle was the trigger for this short one.
1 month and 4 days to Christmas. I don't celebrate but I do feel nostalgic for some reasons I don't even know consciously. Probably the effect of cold weather, I'm not too sure.
Whatever it is, my 207 is still untouched so technically speaking, I shouldn't even be sitting in front of my laptop. Sleeping makes me less guilty I guess. So good night peeps!

P.S. I thought I could post a cute fact about myself lest I forget. In my Psychology test yesterday, I wrote Altruism instead of Autism. I swore I knew the answer and I knew how to spell it but somehow there was a misfunction somewhere and I had to write Altruism to cost me one mark. A question that I was confident I could get correct! Fabulous me.

Had a dream this morning. I could have written a drama based on it, totally.

It's going to be about this female protagonist who's suddenly approached by an aging rockstar and basically got a chance to become rich and famous. Sounds like Princess Diary, only that the girl's involved in more politics and schemes and she has this close friend who's wheelchair bound. People who used to neglect her works in the past suddenly come to her with intention to collaborate with her. How would the protagonist respond; how would she change her personality and attitudes in this dark industry; how would the relationship change between her friend and her... are up to imagination since I woke up to go for my lecture. Well, I almost couldn't wake up on time by the way.

If I analyse it according to Sigmund Freud the psychoanalyst whose name keeps appearing on my notes this semester, I'm probably trying to fulfil my wish to become wealthy without working hard, or to avoid suffering through the torture of examinations that screw up my life. It may even indicate that I have no sex life, since Freud attributed almost everything to sex.

If I choose to believe in Hobson, [No, I CANNOT remember the full name even though the Psychology book was placed right in front of me just a few minutes ago] the Activation-Synthesis Theory tells me that it's just a way in which my brain tries to make sense out of random images. Which to me, means it's crap trying to think too much into my dream.

Anyway, enough of the psychological aspects, I haven't reached the key selling point of this entry, which is - Who the heck is the friend who sits on the wheelchair??

Who would have guessed it's him? I didn't even expect it myself:



Okay, I'm sorry for dreaming that G-Dragon was in wheelchair. I mean, I didn't even think he would have appeared in my dream, not to say in that state. I can't exactly remember what he was wearing but his hair was black and he was smiling like the usual cute Kwon Jiyong would. So, I assume that he wasn't in pain or anything. He was in fact, happy. LOL.

I swear there was this tinge of romantic feeling which means the protagonist and the friend were more than friends. And I swear I didn't make it up, at least not on the conscious level. It's pretty interesting. Although GD's like my favourite in Big Bang, I'm not exactly that into him like I would for Jaejoong. Even so, Key from SHINee should appear before GD since I've been obsessed with looking for his pictures recently.

Well, let's just say that my idols like to appear in my dreams when I'm starting to neglect them. First it was Jin, then Jaejoong, now G-Dragon. They only realised my significance when I'm just about to lose interest in them huh. Cool.

I might have written a one-shot or something since this dream's rather inspiring. BUT my exams are attacking me in 8 days time. I've been grumbling whole day long and I'm still not tired of it. I'm really getting old.

I know the sucky feeling arises when you have so much to study yet so little time to do so. That happened to me last last sem. Yet you know what? That's not the worst.

The worst is knowing that but still not being able to start the engine. Which pretty much summarises my fucking messed up life right now. How many times have I said that F word today?? So much for my efforts in acting demure, haha.

Oh by the way, you've got to watch Minami Shineyo [You're beautiful/You're handsome] if you haven't! I didn't even promote Boys Over Flowers as much as this!

I'm not the only who think that Jang geun suk and G-dragon look alike at times.


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Jang Geun Suk, just come into my dream!!

They can. Right?

Side note, I'm watching Shuang Tian Zhi Zun III on Channel 8 now. Lol.

I know I'm being a crybaby and a grumpy old woman now.
I updated my FB status and I changed mine in MSN. Now I'm even blogging to vent my frustration.

Ritter Sports really dislikes me. Each time I eat it, I get this freaking throbbing pain in the throat and then my body temperature rises. Why do you have to do this to me Ritter Sports? I've resisted the temptation for 1/2 year and still you can't go easy on me?

I might even consider stabbing the throat if it continues to torment me.

Bacteria or virus. Whatever. Get lost. I've got many hundreds tasks to complete and I've got no time for this kind of stupid game.

Don't blame me for being such a bitch. It's you who piss me off. So stop hurting my throat.