Reality:
Woke up this morning with the words "ta ma de, ji dan" ringing in my head. Knew it was going to be a bad day. Sure enough, it wasn't a great day.

Went to school early in the morning to have Chemistry make-up lesson with Chick and Mop came along. Ms Chian was a little late. Had the lesson in the staff room. Realised Mr Winston Chew sits opposite from her. He asked why i was here. I was like, "Dentention!". He believed it. haha. Amusing. And halfway through the 'lesson', Mr Chew called me over cos my mum called him. Like, dammit. To ask if there really was rememdial. I know it's optional but i wanted to go. So, she didnt let me. Whatever. And Mr Chew was like, "Rachel, what did you do?". haha.
And you know the day is gonna suck when the first period is chemistry. Sucks. Then there was this bloody maths test i couldn't do. I really couldn't do it. I love maths. But i don't know why i couldn't do this one. Couldn't be bothered to try anymore anyway.

So life is somewhat getting back together. In a weird way or so.


CO:
The coolest thing of today was that Dixin and i SMSed Wu Lao Shi and he replied! I'm so never gonna delte that message. Heh. And i replied again after one hour (well, i was in class..) and he forgot me and had to remind him again. Funny. And he said he's leaving this Sunday afternoon. Awww.. sad..

Apparantly, yesterday's SYF had groups that weren't fantastic getting good results. Like, Evergreen were pretty bad and they still got silver. So.. don't know what's going on. But Hwa Chong got Gold. So i'm happy. Or else Huang Lao Shi will be so devasted. Too bad i didn't go see it. Even Wu Lao Shi said what we got was unfair. Soooo agreed. And the guys shouted TMDJD when they announced the judges names. Well done, people. Sure let off some steam. Cos it's all really not fair at all. We sure deserved more than that. And now i feel so sad when i think about "Po Shui Jie". Can't help it. Just not the same anymore. Not so much the fun "Da-yeeeee, Da-yeeee" feeling that i loved.
Yet it's the coolest thing that we're extremely bonded and united. (As Mr Foo says 'We must be UNITY') It's so amazing. And it's great that no one is ever blaming anyone for anything. And we have TMDJD as our catchphrase. We rock. We know it. You know it. That's something that really matters.

Ah no! Everyone wants Huang Lao Shi now! Yeah! He's the best! But no! Now they all want to snatch him from me. But then again it's good that now he'll feel the love from all of us. whee. haha. And so sad, i can't go out tomorrow for their outing. Dammit. I don't know.. Like, i'm like, grounded or something. I'd really rather not have another fight.


Music:
Still haven't been listening to anything much. Just stuck around "Through Glass" and a couple of Papa Roach tracks. I'm still that heavy metal kid. Nu-metal will never leave me for ol' skool rock however much i love it to death.




And as my brotha/soldier/comrade would like to point out to judges and assholes and so on and so forth: "REPENT FOR TOMORROW YOU DIE!" I love you too. Whee. Alex you're amazing. You are the shit. All that gore in an instant. Damn.


'In his hand was a light-weight adamantium blade, crackling with purplish energies. Outside the huge wooden doors was the sound of battle. He tugged at his dust-coloured robe and waved the troopers behind him off. He strolled towards the door, the banner of the Falcon behind him as the door slowly groaned open, light spilling in...The battle outside was horrendous, corpses lay at his feet...
...missiles and gun thundered overhead and he watched as his valiant men put a desperate struggle against the enemy, purified blades met tainted copper as slabs of holy skin were ripped apart and daemonic skin torn asunder...He looked up and pulled down his visor before letting out a long ulutating cry, showing his primal ferocity as he hurled himself at the thick mass of bodies...
...he swung his weapon furiously, hacking off limbs and biting into tainted meat as he recited the Struggles of Ancestors, his men roared in righteous glory as they fired their guns and followed his example, unsheathing their cleansing blades of "His" will and reciting the pledges of their society. The daemons were met with the righteous onslaught of "His" defenders...The man stood there watching,
...blade whirling, gaining speed with each corpse which stood at his feet, eventually becoming a blur of quicksilver...His helmet was knocked off, his hands and gauntlets slick with black blood...his body was numb save for the righteousness in his heart, the fury of "His" will and order, the daemonic advance was nearly halted buT his numbers were dwindling...the heraldry of the banner was smeared,
...with each arc of blood which burst from open sockets...he roared with all his strength, his blows stronger with each cry...blood caked his face and his armour was blown off, parts of his body bleeding horrendously and blackened with impacts of shells...'At lasy!' he thought, as he decapitated the second last daemonic traitor, his hand gripping tightly onto his sword as marched towards the last.
...traitor, he smiled grimly, shifting his sword in a back-hand position and standing above his enemy...He was a wreck, tears choking him and he was pleading in his vile language...he knew it was no use...opposers of "Him" knew no penitence...he uttered a single holy word and thrust his sword deep into the traitor, blood spraying in his face...the traitor gurgled in his own blood as he fell limp..
...he smiled grimly, looking to the sky and saying his thanks before embracing the warmth of the wind against his burning cheeks and he fell to the ground, eyes closing slowly, the darkness slowly enveloping his mind and he thought of the first and last thing he ever thought of...his benefactor and saviour..."Him"'

- by Alex Low (in like, 6 mins...)