Fang: A Maximum Ride Novel is out in stores in my country! TAKE THAT AMERICA!
*is Gibbslapped*
(and yes Angel, I don't check my phone in the weekend... I really should)
And now to get the book...
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
I Got A Haircut!!
Just so you know. Sholder-lengthish. Layered.
If I straighten it properly and flick it out, I will REALLY look like the Sylvia character xD...
~Sylvia
If I straighten it properly and flick it out, I will REALLY look like the Sylvia character xD...
~Sylvia
Monday, February 1, 2010
I've done some writing :D
Yes, I know I have done some failed attempts at writing i.e. my Nirvana Saints story and my Fractured Fairytale (who knows when I'll find time to finish it :[
So here are some prompts that are part of the Sylvia series, and may give some insight into my life itself. Deep thoughts people, deep thoughts.
1) Wander:
"Alright class, I will now talk to you about the importance of the Reflexive verbs..." is the last
thing she hears before her mind wanders to the fartherest reaches of her imagination. She wants to be anywhere but here, but they will never know, fooled by her masquerade of dazed smiles
and polite nodding.
(this happens sometimes in Spanish)
2) Circular:
Her hands felt the edges of the circular hoop. "Annalese, for the last time, I cannot hula hoop,
and I am certain, that whatever you do, I could not twirl that G--damn hoop for more than 2
seconds around my waist!" Her petite cousin smiles a knowing smile and spins the hoop
around her own waist, while spinning her body in the same direction as the hoop. The hoop does
not fall, and continues in its circular orbit around her waist. Annalese smirks at her cousin's face of complete and utter shock and awe. "You, Annalese Jones, are a freaking GENIUS."
(btw, this one is true, just that I was like 8 and the genius was my neighbour, although i believe the real annalese probably could've thought of that herself...)
3) Beg:
Sylvia's eyes went wide. "Oh God, can we PLEASE not play Truth or Dare again?" The others smirked, saying with amusement, "Why? We all know you like-" "I don't!" she shrieked her face filled with horror at the complete and utter Godforsaken IDIOT that they thought she liked. "Why the hell do you all think that? I don't like anybody!" They all smirked again, "Sure sure Sylvia, you keep saying that to yourself-" "SHUT YOUR BLOODY PIE HOLES!! I DON'T LIKE ANYONE DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" she screamed, a new emotion boiling in her. Pure and utter rage. Her friends obviously liked toying with her, but they never knew when to stop. She didn't like anyone, she hadn't for a very long time, the opposite gender was to her annoying, proud and majority of them crude brutes, one way or another. They obviously roped her with their chosen boy, probably because was Asian, as all Asians liked other Asians, it was stereotyped like that always. She clenched and unclenched her fists, took a deep breath and stalked away, trying to find what she referred to as "The Other Side" also known as Ruth's friends. She knew that Ruth and Naomi would let her join their group until she cooled off, regardless of what any of the others would say. She knew she would do anything to join that group until she had cooled off, even beg on her knees to, as misery loves company, even friends of friends. Misery also needs things to make her forget her misery, i.e. laughing at
supposed, 'Gay gymnists.'
(this is a mixture of events that happened around 2 years ago, in a bit of rough patch in schooling where I was kinda a half-drifter and was under some pressure to basically, 'Admit that I liked one of the 40ish guys in the Year, as my friend had a theory that at any one time, you must've liked at one of them. By telling the world about it, this means that they could supposed 'torture' for Truth or Dare.' This was quite cruel and they stopped soon after I had screamed at them, and we made amends about it. And yes, this was the reason why I will never ever play Truth or Dare, or any game like it, if anybody is wondering. Also, the 'The Other Side' thing is completely and utterly true, and I'm quite close to 'Ruth' and was to Naomi when we were all still in high school. I kinda hope none of you minded me tagging along with you, and randomly getting laughs from the running gag of the supposed 'gay gymnist' thing. Although I had nothing against gymnists or even your, um, torturee? Victim? Idk... but seriously, looking back on it, it was really cruel, and I kinda feel bad about it... Yes, this whole drabble was me ranting and getting surpressed anger out from a long time ago I suppose.)
4) Faint:
She had never seen anyone faint before in her life. She had heard about it, never seen it.
The day started off fine, although one of them dreaded Menigico- something injections were scheduled today, but it was really no sweat, it was just like her other injections, a simple prick, maybe just going a bit deeper and longer than usual. Time seemed to be on hyperspeed that day, as one minute she was exiting her car, in another she was walking up to the smiling cheery lady waving to her, a lethal looking needle resting innocently on the table, and then she was standing in assembly, singing the National Anthem, her arm heavy and numb with the injection. She glanced around, opening her mouth again to join in with chorus,
"Make her prayers heard afar,
God def-"
Several screams cut off the climax. She whipped her face directly towards the commotion, directly behind her. The scene before her made her heart skip a beat. A boy in her class had collapsed onto the floor, his skin grey, his arms limp. But it was the eyes that frightened her the most. The had rolled upwards, making what she could see only pure white eyeball. She had seen many people roll their eyeballs up for fun in class, but never like this, permanent, with absolutely no iris showing whatsoever. She never imaged that such a thing could happen to anyone, let alone herself.
For the rest of the afternoon she tried to shove the thought from her mind, focusing on what the teacher said, or what gossip some person had made up.However, she just couldn't stop that image of the boy sprawled on the hall floor, skin pale, eyes purely white from eating in her control away. And so, as she saw her Mother rounding the corner to her classroom at the end of the day to pick her, she couldn't stop herself from running into her arms, tears pouring down her face at the fear of fainting. She couldn't talk, and let her mother lead her out of school. She
didn't really think, only listened to the disconnected voices that were around her.
"...alright?"
"...think."
"Tomorrow..."
"Coffee not..."
And the main conversation her Mother was having with her teacher.
"Sylvia's alright?"
"Yes, I'll put on her favourite movie when we're home."
"Do you think she will be able to go to school tomorrow?"
"I'm not sure. Do you think she's crying are because of the boy that fainted?"
"She probably cares about him..."
She knew she felt quite selfish right then, but at that moment, she felt appalled, for some reason.
She always thought that classmates were always just people that you had to put up with or be friends with, but, as she sat in the car, then in front of the t.v. with yells of "Nemo!" and "Have you seen my son?" blaring at her, she thought that maybe, just maybe, they were also like a second family to a person, grudgingly, but still family.
Sylvia i.e. me lived with this theory for about a month, but by next month, it had started to crumble and by the time I reached Year 5, when I was 10 a year after I think, the theory had been obliterated and blasted out of the water. Thanks class (sarcasm hand raised).
Hmmm... let's try for short non-angsty one next, capice?
5) Misunderstanding:
WIP!!!!
~Sylvia
So here are some prompts that are part of the Sylvia series, and may give some insight into my life itself. Deep thoughts people, deep thoughts.
1) Wander:
"Alright class, I will now talk to you about the importance of the Reflexive verbs..." is the last
thing she hears before her mind wanders to the fartherest reaches of her imagination. She wants to be anywhere but here, but they will never know, fooled by her masquerade of dazed smiles
and polite nodding.
(this happens sometimes in Spanish)
2) Circular:
Her hands felt the edges of the circular hoop. "Annalese, for the last time, I cannot hula hoop,
and I am certain, that whatever you do, I could not twirl that G--damn hoop for more than 2
seconds around my waist!" Her petite cousin smiles a knowing smile and spins the hoop
around her own waist, while spinning her body in the same direction as the hoop. The hoop does
not fall, and continues in its circular orbit around her waist. Annalese smirks at her cousin's face of complete and utter shock and awe. "You, Annalese Jones, are a freaking GENIUS."
(btw, this one is true, just that I was like 8 and the genius was my neighbour, although i believe the real annalese probably could've thought of that herself...)
3) Beg:
Sylvia's eyes went wide. "Oh God, can we PLEASE not play Truth or Dare again?" The others smirked, saying with amusement, "Why? We all know you like-" "I don't!" she shrieked her face filled with horror at the complete and utter Godforsaken IDIOT that they thought she liked. "Why the hell do you all think that? I don't like anybody!" They all smirked again, "Sure sure Sylvia, you keep saying that to yourself-" "SHUT YOUR BLOODY PIE HOLES!! I DON'T LIKE ANYONE DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" she screamed, a new emotion boiling in her. Pure and utter rage. Her friends obviously liked toying with her, but they never knew when to stop. She didn't like anyone, she hadn't for a very long time, the opposite gender was to her annoying, proud and majority of them crude brutes, one way or another. They obviously roped her with their chosen boy, probably because was Asian, as all Asians liked other Asians, it was stereotyped like that always. She clenched and unclenched her fists, took a deep breath and stalked away, trying to find what she referred to as "The Other Side" also known as Ruth's friends. She knew that Ruth and Naomi would let her join their group until she cooled off, regardless of what any of the others would say. She knew she would do anything to join that group until she had cooled off, even beg on her knees to, as misery loves company, even friends of friends. Misery also needs things to make her forget her misery, i.e. laughing at
supposed, 'Gay gymnists.'
(this is a mixture of events that happened around 2 years ago, in a bit of rough patch in schooling where I was kinda a half-drifter and was under some pressure to basically, 'Admit that I liked one of the 40ish guys in the Year, as my friend had a theory that at any one time, you must've liked at one of them. By telling the world about it, this means that they could supposed 'torture' for Truth or Dare.' This was quite cruel and they stopped soon after I had screamed at them, and we made amends about it. And yes, this was the reason why I will never ever play Truth or Dare, or any game like it, if anybody is wondering. Also, the 'The Other Side' thing is completely and utterly true, and I'm quite close to 'Ruth' and was to Naomi when we were all still in high school. I kinda hope none of you minded me tagging along with you, and randomly getting laughs from the running gag of the supposed 'gay gymnist' thing. Although I had nothing against gymnists or even your, um, torturee? Victim? Idk... but seriously, looking back on it, it was really cruel, and I kinda feel bad about it... Yes, this whole drabble was me ranting and getting surpressed anger out from a long time ago I suppose.)
4) Faint:
She had never seen anyone faint before in her life. She had heard about it, never seen it.
The day started off fine, although one of them dreaded Menigico- something injections were scheduled today, but it was really no sweat, it was just like her other injections, a simple prick, maybe just going a bit deeper and longer than usual. Time seemed to be on hyperspeed that day, as one minute she was exiting her car, in another she was walking up to the smiling cheery lady waving to her, a lethal looking needle resting innocently on the table, and then she was standing in assembly, singing the National Anthem, her arm heavy and numb with the injection. She glanced around, opening her mouth again to join in with chorus,
"Make her prayers heard afar,
God def-"
Several screams cut off the climax. She whipped her face directly towards the commotion, directly behind her. The scene before her made her heart skip a beat. A boy in her class had collapsed onto the floor, his skin grey, his arms limp. But it was the eyes that frightened her the most. The had rolled upwards, making what she could see only pure white eyeball. She had seen many people roll their eyeballs up for fun in class, but never like this, permanent, with absolutely no iris showing whatsoever. She never imaged that such a thing could happen to anyone, let alone herself.
For the rest of the afternoon she tried to shove the thought from her mind, focusing on what the teacher said, or what gossip some person had made up.However, she just couldn't stop that image of the boy sprawled on the hall floor, skin pale, eyes purely white from eating in her control away. And so, as she saw her Mother rounding the corner to her classroom at the end of the day to pick her, she couldn't stop herself from running into her arms, tears pouring down her face at the fear of fainting. She couldn't talk, and let her mother lead her out of school. She
didn't really think, only listened to the disconnected voices that were around her.
"...alright?"
"...think."
"Tomorrow..."
"Coffee not..."
And the main conversation her Mother was having with her teacher.
"Sylvia's alright?"
"Yes, I'll put on her favourite movie when we're home."
"Do you think she will be able to go to school tomorrow?"
"I'm not sure. Do you think she's crying are because of the boy that fainted?"
"She probably cares about him..."
She knew she felt quite selfish right then, but at that moment, she felt appalled, for some reason.
She always thought that classmates were always just people that you had to put up with or be friends with, but, as she sat in the car, then in front of the t.v. with yells of "Nemo!" and "Have you seen my son?" blaring at her, she thought that maybe, just maybe, they were also like a second family to a person, grudgingly, but still family.
Sylvia i.e. me lived with this theory for about a month, but by next month, it had started to crumble and by the time I reached Year 5, when I was 10 a year after I think, the theory had been obliterated and blasted out of the water. Thanks class (sarcasm hand raised).
Hmmm... let's try for short non-angsty one next, capice?
5) Misunderstanding:
WIP!!!!
~Sylvia
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