Don't Stop Us Now.

Obsession;
if not now, then when?

On an entirely different note, I know it's annoying when people keep telling you how to live your life. When people start doing that, there're three ways of dealing with it. The first way is to comply. By listening to them because you know that fighting it will probably only make matters worse, and it probably is for your own good anyway (as they always like to say). The second way is to estrange yourself from those annoying people (and hopefully they'll just go away like the random beetle that flies into your house). But these people have a nasty habit of reappearing, always. (Not unlike the random beetle.) The last way, is to be a rebel, and do what rebels do best; rebel. Fight those annoying people till your last breath, and refuse to live the way they want you to live your life. Well afterall it's your own life, and you can bear any consequences that accompanies it right right? Rebellion is probably only for the very childish, or for the very mature. People who are in between probably can't afford it.

And on an entirely different note again, Assenav hasn't been doing a good job of keeping this blog going huh has she? Annoying brat.

Alien Abduction

No, I wish it were true, but no, too bad, Vanessa hasn't been abducted by aliens. Neither has she vanished from the face of Earth. I know some of you out there secretly wish her dead, and I hate to be the bearer of bad news BUT, she's still around, has always been, and she's irritating the hell out of me la. Dang.

In case you're wondering who I am, I am Assenav, the twin sister Vanessa never ever told you about. In fact I think none of her friends know of my existence. None. Shows how highly she thinks of me right. Well I guess I can't blame her for that, (in Vanessa's irritating voice) "who in the right mind would want the world to know of the existence of a twin sister who perpetually plots the death of random people?" That's what she always tells me when I ask her to introduce me to her friends. Well in my defence it's not that I do it for no reason, but random people really get on my nerves sometimes URGH. But hey! I do have love for humanity alright, and that applies to humans I know personally. (Which totals up to, 5?) I have a higher tolerance for them, but I never know when I'll snap lor.

Nowadays it's Vanessa who's getting on my nerves. She's really happy, prancing around the house, laughing at the littlest thing that isn't even funny. She says this is what sweet sunshiney love feels like, but I say she's gone mad. Mad I tell you. Straight out of the madhouse. When she's happy she's very happy. I pushed her into the river the other day and she didn't even mind. Crazy not? Usually she'd try to pull me in, but that day she just followed the currents and swam downriver. But then sometimes she wears this ridiculously forlorn look, and keeps her phone near her all the time, like as if the boyfriend would randomly pop out from the screen or something. That airhead.

I know, the worst thing is that she actually got me to keep the blog going for her la! I always do her sai gang for her. But there's nothing I can do about it because she's my twin sister afterall. And as much as I like to plot random people's deaths, I still have love for humankind. But at least now you guys know of my existence. There'll be more of me to come- my stupid sister is busy with her boyfriend.

Blue Monday.

So you see, there's this forlorn feeling inside, which must be something sweet.

It is when you don't feel like lifting your head to face the crowd because you know that there's no way you will see the face you want to see.
It is when your eyes meet and you want to look somewhere else, but yet at the same time can't because you can't seem to tear your eyes away.
It is when every waking moment together feels like a dream, and every moment apart almost too hard to bear.
It is when you don't want to tell anybody too much for the fear that once the words leave your lips the fragility of it all will be broken.
It is when you have nothing substantial to say, but still gripped by the need to text.
It is when what the two of you share belongs to only you both and nobody else.
It is when all you think of all day is really the other.
It is when there's this bittersweetness about it all.

Such is the Bittersweet Life.

How ironic then, that the people who make you the happiest are the very same ones who have the ability (whether they are conscious of it or not) to make you the saddest.

Today is the first day of school. Last night I was in a general state of despair over the thought of having to go back to school. And then I went online and found like minded people, and I didn't feel so alone. It helps to know that there are people out there like yourself.
But today wasn't such a bad day. In fact it was not bad at all, it was actually quite a good feeling being in school and attending the only lecture I had today with the cohort. And the better part? Buying textbooks which really are novels; most of which with pretty covers. I have to say that the texts for this semester sound pretty interesting from the synopses. (: The best part? Getting to see the very people who made school worth going to - the crazy bunch of litmates. They never fail to fill the regular schoolday with laughter.

On a side note, I was staring intently at the professor (who reminds me of Adrien Brody) during lecture today. My attention was so concentrated that if you waved a hand in front of my face your hand would burn from the heat produced from the intense force of my attention. "NEVER have I PAID such GREAT ATTENTION in my ENTIRE LIFE!" I proclaim loudly with great flourish. (But yet I couldn't answer the questions Jeffer asked me after. Apparently attention isn't paid with the eyes. What is it then? Cash? Okay I see tofu/johan/people who don't appreciate lame jokes rolling their eyes at this point, "with your ears silly/fool/moron, your ears! Duh!") Anyway, I was paying attention to the prof when I suddenly felt a tingly sensation on my right arm. I was annoyed, and looked down to brush away the what-I-thought-must-have-been-hair that was sweeping against my skin.
To my SUPREME HORROR, IT WAS NOT HAIR IT WAS A BLOODY HUGE SPIDER WITH SUPER LONG LEGS. I FROZE IN TERROR for a split second, all the while hearing a blaring voice in my head go "SWEEP IT OFF, HAND, SWEEP IT OFF NOW!" (For a moment I suspected if MightyMe had gone into my head.)
And after all that commotion in my head my left hand calmly lifted up and gently swept it off onto the ground.

And then I turned to Jeffer and said, "Jeffer, there was a huge spider on my arm just now."

Jeffer was like "Where? Where?"

I pointed behind the lecture chairs. "There, running away."

Jeffer turned her head to look and she saw this:

Daddy Long Legs.

And when she turned back her arms were covered in goosebumps.

You know when they say that sometimes during moments of extreme fright your mind experiences extreme clarity? That happened to me today for the first time in a long time. See, that's why school is fun. You learn how to cope with crisis without losing your cool. Where else can you get spiders attacking you while you're paying close attention to a professor?

This semester is starting to look damn good.

Life through Speckled Lens

This was taken on the bus on the way to Genting. The rest of them were sleeping, but I was too excited.

Yes, part of 9P went on a Genting trip on the 6th July for 3 days. Today I watched "L - Change the World." I found it funny how he was obliged to clear his huge pile of backlogged cases even when he was about to die. This has got no link to this entry whatsoever except that if you'd realised, we came back from the trip on the 8th, and today is the 27th. This entry is 19 days late. But like Johan always says, "better late than never."

This is skippy looking excited about the trip. She was having gastric all the way there, but didn't let it affect her mood. (:

This is datou looking sleepy, but still feeling excited about the trip.

Carnie looking very happy here. XD
Shy tofu was too shy, so all she put out to pose for the camera was her hand.

We are the Happy Friends.

HAHA where got people take picture with this kind of place-your-head-here-stands still put up the twist sign one! Not realistic ma!
Notice how carnie doesn't have a neck. She has one in real life. Really she does.

Finally, a picture of shy tofu.

At this point in time I realise there's an even shyer person, and that I don't have pictures of her at all.

Datou looks very cute!
This was taken by the shyer person whose name is otaku teng. Now you should understand why she's shy.

Skippy looks like she's advertising for the bottle of water here.

This is what you see when you look out of the room window to the right.

This is what you see when you look out of the room window to the left.

This is what you see when two girls start going crazy about taking photos from a hotel room window of everything else but the two of them together.

This is the mysterious, alluring, silhoutte-ish backview I fell in love with.



And the owner of the mysterious, alluring, silhoutte-ish backview I fell in love with.



Our laughter caught in the carousel, amplified a hundred times over.

This is for mel and dg.

Not Old Enough to Grow Up.

When you're feeling like the loneliest person around in the office, what do you do?


You start thinking about how right you were when you decided that you're never going to work an office job.

When on the inside you're crying silently, but on the outside people are telling you to be strong for the others, what do you do?


You take deep breaths and take it as it goes.

When people turn to you, who do you turn to?


You look towards your inner self, and you see an escapist, who triumphs, and when things start to happen you ask yourself if it's your fault.
Or whether you should even have to take any responsibility for it at all.

What do you become?


You turn into a premature adult.

Why?


I wouldn't know why. Things happen for a reason.
But no matter how I look at it, I can't find a good enough reason.