Ugh, I can't believe it.... *facepalm*

I fucking missed Danger Days' birthday.

How could I?

I mean, yeah, I'm the only fan, but still...

I wouldn't really be considered a fan now.

Damn.

Damn it all.

Fuck this.

Shit.

I feel like kicking something, but thankfully there's juice, which has been hydrating sassy assassins since 1977.

New blog

And HOPEFULLY I get lesser attention there.

NO TROLLS. TROLLING WILL RESULT IN ME COMING TO YOU AND SUCKING ALL YOUR BLOOD OUT.

'ave a nice day.

http://lamentations-of-a-teenage-girl-nothin.blogspot.com/

I love myself. Darn it. Darn it all.

I have gotten Gee's birthday present (it's a nice little letter opener), but I'm not gonna upload the picture yet.

Damn you guys, damn you all. Yes, damn you.

I have also gotten Frankie's birthday present for next year. It's a teeshirt.

Whoops! I can be such a bitch.

Sorry SO MUCH for not being here guys. I was at a church camp, and honestly it was for people like my younger brother.

*coughthaddeuscough*

Anyway, I've gotten a pretty little present for Raymond Toro Oritz! Yay for presents! Yes, it IS his Christmas present.

Derek's Christmas present

Well, the title says it all.

Dear Derek, you fib about the door. I know you do.

Why, you ask? Because I am more awesome than you are. So there. (I nearly strangled someone for lying on my bed in a hotel room, so don't you dare argue.)

Yes, I am rather dangerous. Too dangerous, maybe. Anyway, your Christmas present is in the little picture....

It's also a button badge. Do you like button badges? Say yes, before I poke your eyes out with the needle.

Also don't you DARE complain about why the band is getting better presents than you. Why? Oh, that's so simple. It's because they've saved my life SO many times.

Have a nice day.

I don't care about the presents, underneath the Christmas tree.....

Christmas is coming! I've already gotten Christmas presents for my little Gerard Way, Frankie Iero and Moikay Way. Still unsure about what I should get for Torosaurus. Suggestions welcome!

Anyway, this is Gerard's present: (even though he can't get it)

It's a badge, like, a button badge. <3

My scanner fucking sucks, so sorry about it being at the corner.

Moikay's present: (I originally wanted to give him a caricature, but the caricaturist disappeared off the face of the earth for unknown reasons.....)

Frankie's Christmas present plays on his arachnophobia, please don't hate me for it.... Also sorry about the black and white quality of the picture. Fucking handphone. The hourglass on the spider's back is blood red.

See, Frankie? Spiders aren't THAT bad.

I think I should bake a cupcake for Torosaurus that says, "Destroy(a) me!"

The posts have started...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEEEEE :)

I'm such a narcissist at times.

Anyway, the posts have started on facebook! Congratulations to Jasper on getting first happy birthday post on my wall.

I am waiting....

I'm kinda getting a little sick and tired here...

I have a lot to say today. Explains all the posts and shit.

I've started trying to stop cutting, because of what happened here. Nightfire, a person on www.mychemicalromance.com, is a normal person. A fan of MCR. Her neighbour was brought to the psychiatric ward because she was self-harming and attempted suicide.

NOTE: THIS HAS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH FUCKING MCR. OKAY? DON'T GET THE FUCKING FACTS MIXED UP.

So she posted and asked for help.

Dear nightfire's neighbour,


Please don't hurt yourself. No matter how desolate anything seems, nothing is worth trying to take your life over. I've tried before, I know what I'm talking about. I look at the fading scars on my wrists and I smile to myself, think back and say, "How silly I was then." I know that the emotional pain you go through is great, and I sincerely hope you do pull through. Your life is yours. Live it to the fullest. That is how I live my life now, and in comparison to when I was so emotionally depressed, I smile a lot more and the sun seems to shine a lot more. My mom says I look so much healthier, and my dad comments that I look so much better. Why? Because I'm not my moping self anymore.

Wallowing in self-pity will do you nothing but harm, dear. People out here care for you. People out here love you for who you are. By hurting yourself you are hurting them for something that they have never done. Please, look to your friends. Talk to someone. Read suicide-prevention websites. Listen to quotes. Love yourself for who you are, and you find that the hurt inside will snigger and laugh, but it will disappear. You will pull through. I believe in you. Even if you don't believe in yourself, I still put my faith in you because I know you can.

"The world can be a really ugly place, right? It's not always really pretty it gets ugly, peoples' feelings get hurt. Sometimes it's terrible, but it's also a really beautiful place, and we all share it together. If you ever feel depressed or hurt in any way or you find yourself feeling very desperate, you find somebody that you trust, that you can talk to, be it a teacher, a parent, a best friend, a therapist at school, there's lots of free programmes you guys can find people to talk to. But the main thing is: no matter what, no matter what happens to you, no matter how desperate you feel, you never resort to violence." -- Gerard Way.\

I hope that this little piece of hope can help you.
<3,
BB, Zone 6, Battery City

Please reblog, and tell the world that MCR isn't what it seems. We aren't a fucking cult. We fucking care for each other as if we were family. We look out for one another. If you have a problem, we can solve it. (Unless, of course, you want to fly. Or you want to bring someone back from the dead. Or something inhumane like that.) We can help you. We can direct you guys to help. Remember, nothing is worth hurting yourself or taking your life over. Please reblog. I thank you from the bottom of my black little heart.

I'm also fucking sick and tired of fucking stereotypes. Today I told my friends, "Gerard dyed his fucking hair black --" and before I could go on, they both said, "Gerard died? That's the best news I've heard!"

Please, allow me to inwardly facepalm.

Good God, people, Gerard is a life-saver. MCR is a life-saver. If I hadn't listened to their music, I would be six feet underground with a knife in my heart, a rope tight around my neck and my cold dead hand clutching a crumpled suicide note. "This band saves lives." And MCR has lived up to that particular claim. Yeah, their music might be a little on the hardcore/ rock side, but fuck, what does it matter? If pop was labelled as rock and rock was labelled as pop, people will be listening to rock not pop! Get it? Labels are fucking trash. Rubbish. Bullshit. Absolutely bullshit.

YES!

Some PERSON finally got the fuck out of my life! I don't give a damn whether he's reading this or not, I've left my rant there for a while and he hasn't commented! I'm fucking happy. I'm fucking happy that that fucking person got the fuck out of here. He was really starting to get fucking annoying, you know?

What? Oh, who? Naw, I'm feeling merciful today, so I'll be nice and not reveal his name.

Oh, what's that now? Why am I so happy that he's gone? Oh, you see, he was really starting to get very annoying with his fucking philosophical talk and all that fucking shit. I'm not an innocent little girl in a pink dress with two cute little pigtails. I'm a girl in blood-stained shirt and jeans, holding a knife in my hand, blood everywhere, grey matter splattered across my face and a dead body at my feet. I'm not what you think I am, so stop treating me that way.

I lost my innocence a long time ago. Really long ago. It's absolutely nothing to me now.

I got classes to go to, so I guess I'll disappear.

BB, Killjoy, Battery City, Zone 6, out.

...

I'm not going to be a debbie downer here.

Well, maybe a bit.

See, lots of people don't understand that the music I listen to is romantically brutal. Take MCR, for example. After Hannah Bond (tragic, really) killed herself, they go ahead and somehow link her death to MCR. Why? Because two weeks before she fucking hung herself, she started listening to MCR. I have been listening to MCR for what, 4 years, and am I dead yet? No, I'm not.

It is stated rather clearly in the article that she was angry at her parents for not letting her sleep-over at her boyfriend's house. She had stormed into her parent's room (or out of..... can't really remember) saying "I will kill myself." Of course, her parents assumed she wouldn't, but when they found her limp and lifeless body later, they fucking blamed it on MCR.

Now the Daily Mail took this all into account, and, being the biased little bastards they are, assumed that MCR is a fucking PRO-SUICIDAL CULT. Can you believe that? A fucking cult. They called us a fucking cult. I'm not part of a cult. I don't have the inverted pentagram tattooed somewhere. I don't visit fucking stinky alleys to hold fucking meetings. We are not a cult. We are an army.

Have you ever heard more encouraging speeches? Of course the Daily Mail doesn't want to take this into account. Biased fuck-tards.

I don't care if I'm going to go to jail for this.

This isn't a stand alone case. The rhythm guitarist of MCR, Frank Anthony Iero Jr, plays in Leathermouth, another band. I haven't listened to their music yet, but I've seen videos of Frankie signing things for MCR fans, and he's one of the sweetest guy I've ever seen. Yeah, he looks tough, he's got tattoos all over the place, piercings, whatever. I could have pink hair and a piercing on my, I don't know, face? That doesn't fucking change who I fucking am. And it just so happens that 5th Period Massacre is one of Leathermouth's songs. Some people listen to the lyrics and deem Frankie as a lunatic. A fucking lunatic. Yes, you heard me right, a lunatic.

For God's sake, people, listen up! This world is varied. There will be majorities and minorities. But that doesn't fucking mean that the Majorities can fucking discriminate the minorities just because the minorities are fucking different! I'm a Chinese, and I go on international websites. I have been discriminated against because I am Asian. Does that fucking make sense to any of you? Does it?

Same thing goes for pop bands and rock bands. Initially emo was just a fucking label. Now it's clothing. What on fucking earth is wrong with the world today? Can't you accept people for who they are? MCR is the most fun-loving band I've ever known. The sweetest. The most inspirational. So unlike others like (I'm so sorry if I piss anyone off) Katy Perry. Or Justin Bieber. MCR has been upfront about most, including sensitive subjects like discrimination or even prison rape. Things can go horribly wrong, and unfortunately many people have taken their meanings wrongly. If you would kindly go to this link: http://bloodmetamorphosis.blogspot.com/2011/10/gerard-ways-quotes.html (it's on this blog, don't worry) and read the quotes, you'll find that they are very inspirational.

MCR has saved my life so many times. I don't know what could have possessed me to try and cut my chest open or chop my hand off (and I really don't want to know) in the middle of the night. I'd wake up, don't know where I'm going, and suddenly two lines of MCR lyrics or a quote will pop into my head and I'd fully wake up and I'd be like woah, I have a knife. Girl, take control of yourself.

That's the way I feel. I don't know about you, but my rant's over. My journey isn't, though, and I will keep protesting against the people who wrong me.

I'm not fighting any bullshit fucking war. I'm only not taking the shit that people throw in my face for me being myself.

BB, Killjoy at Battery City, Zone 6, out.

KEEP CALM

and sing it for the world <3

Dearest Frankie,

Happy 30th birthday! You're so lucky to be born on Halloween..... even though my parents don't like it. You must have been a horror as a baby.

KEEP ROCKING ON, BABY!

<3,

BB, Battery City, Zone 6.

All images were self generated at http://www.keepcalm-o-matic.co.uk/

Gerard Way's quotes

"They wrote an article, calling people who listen to our music or fans of us, A CULT! They called us a fucking cult! Do you believe how fucking ignorant that is? And that we promote self-harm and suicide in our lyrics. Do you fucking belive that? We're gonna tell the Daily Mail that we are not a fucking cult, we are an army, and that nothing is worth hurting yourself over. Nothing is worth taking your life over. Do you understand? I wanna hear you say 'FUCK THE DAILY MAIL!'"

"Alright motherfuckers, the world is gonna try and clean you up, what you gonna do about it? [crowd screams] I said the world is gonna try to clean you up, what you gonna do about it? [crowd screams again] They're gonna try to make you pretty, what the fuck you gonna do about it? [crowd screams] You're gonna say, I wanna stay ugly. AND YOU'RE GONNA SING ABOUT IT!"


"We're talking about something else on this tour, because some of you are in school, some of you are in college, some of you are in the work force. You get depressed, you get really desperate, you get really hurt, you feel like an outsider, and one of the only places you feel like you can fit in is right here at this show. But we're all a bunch of weirdos up here too, and sometimes we feel like we don't fit in. But no matter how desperate you get, no matter how sad, how depressed, you never, ever use violence as a solution. Do you understand? And suicide, things of that nature, we've always told you, that if things feel so desperate, and you're so hurt, you're so depressed, you find some... person that you trust to talk to. That's something we've always said, but what we're gonna say to you tonight, is if you find yourself depressed, hurt, like an outcast, like the only kind of place you could fit in is at a show like this, that's not the case. Because even though we're all outcasts in our own way, we all do belong in this world, we all fit in this world, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? WE ALL HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY, BUT YOU NEVER, EVER SAY IT WITH VIOLENCE DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!"

"The world can be a really ugly place, right? It's not always really pretty it gets ugly, peoples' feelings get hurt. Sometimes it's terrible, but it's also a really beautiful place, and we all share it together. If you ever feel depressed or hurt in any way or you find yourself feeling very desperate, you find somebody that you trust, that you can talk to, be it a teacher, a parent, a best friend, a therapist at school, there's lots of free programmes you guys can find people to talk to. But the main thing is: no matter what, no matter what happens to you, no matter how desperate you feel, you never resort to violence."

"You're gonna go on and do different things, jobs, schools, all kinds of stuff like that, and, uh, sometimes you get frustrated. It's a frustrating world. Sometimes you get depressed, things are depressing. Sometimes you get desperate, but there's lots of people you can talk to. You can find a teacher, best friend, parent, therapist, anybody. Guy working at Dunkin' Donuts, I really don't care, but the one thing you guys never, ever, do and I'm sure you all know this, but I'll say it anyway. You never resort to violence."

"NO MATTER WHAT ANYBODY SAYS, DON'T TAKE ANYBODY'S FUCKING BULLSHIT, BECAUSE YOU'RE BETTER THAN THEM! YOU'RE FASTER THAN THEM, AND GODDAMMIT, YOU'RE MUCH BETTER LOOKING!"

"There's been a lot of bad things written about us and you guys in some tabloids, and I've been bringing this up every night on tour because it's very important that you guys understand that we're all not some kind of death cult, okay? You guys sure don't look like cult members to me. You don't seem violent at all, you seem extremely smart, and the only thing we've ever encouraged you to do, WAS TO BE YOURSELF! BELIEVE IN YOURSELF, AND DON'T TAKE ANYBODY'S FUCKING SHIT!"

"The difference we wanna make is number one, to let these kinds know that they're not alone, that they're actually not that messed up, and that they can do whatever they want. They can express themselves however they want without being persecuted or called a faggot or some kind of racist thing, and you know, and really just to get people to get over their stuff so they can live. Like, living's very important, that it's more important to keep yourself alive, there's nothing worth even hurting yourself over. I mean, I'm a person that goes through alot of depression, and stress, and things like that. I'm generally happier these days, but I have, it's normal, it's completely normal to be depressed, so, um, I think it's good to have a support group, it's good to have people you can call, it's good to talk to your folks. I think it's just important that you keep yourself alive, that you just stay fighting, because actually it isn't that bad. I mean, we started this band thinking the world was extremely ugly and now I think now we realise that it's more beautiful than we thought, and I think our music is now reflective of that. So, if anything, you can take it from a guy and his band who used to think everything was shit, and we've found that it's not."

"I'm here to tell you guys today, that you guys are not, we're not fighting any bullshit fucking war do you understand? Never in a million years, but that doesn't mean you should take anybody's shit for being who you are."

"If you, or somebody you know, is severely depressed, you need to find somebody to talk to, or you need to talk to them. Because throwing your fucking life away on suicide is fucking bullshit! Let me hear you say 'BULLSHIT'! [Bullshit!]"

"If you, or someone you know are severly depressed, you need to fucking talk to somebody. Your best friend, your mom, somebody in school, I don't give a fuck, because pissing away your life on suicide is fucking bullshit!"

"Love is knowing all about someone and still wanting to be with them more than any other person. Love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, even things you might be ashamed of. Love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone but still getting weak knees when they walk into the room and smile at you."

"Heroes are ordinary people who make themselves extraordinary."

"So many people treat you like a kid so you might as well act like one and throw your television out of the hotel window."

'Be yourself, don't take anyone's shit, and never let them take you alive."

"You're going to come across a lot of shitty bands and a lot of shitty people. And if any of those people call you names because of what you look like or because they don't accept you for who you are, I want you to look right at that motherfucker, stick up your middle finger, and scream, 'FUCK YOU!'"

DESTROYA!

GEE'S EPIC TONGUE SPAZZZM!

That will be all.

So.

The passing of 10 o'clock on Sunday night (in my time zone) signified the ending of my week dedicated to Rue Nightlocke, loyal friend, fan of Frank Iero and Mikey Way, as well as comrade in the MCRMY. (pronounced MC-army) You will forever remain in my mind and heart, and I have come up with a list of songs I wish to dedicate, but never had the time to:

1) Summertime
2) The kids from Yesterday
3) Cemetary Drive
4) I don't love you
5) Bulletproof heart
6) Welcome to the Black Parade
7) We Don't need another song about California

I'm really sorry I couldn't post till now, because of examinations.

This post also marks my dark journey into depression. I am now a cutter/slasher. Whatever. There is a brutally beautiful poetry in self-mutilation that I am sincerely in love with. The pain I feel whilst slashing... the blood... it quells the pain I feel inside. My emotional pain makes it feel like I have strings around my heart that tighten... oh so slowly... and it pains me. My physical pain puts an end to that pain... but then it starts again. And my hurt has to end, right? That's why I cut. It's elevated... it transcends to another place. People who don't do it wouldn't understand.

This is also probably the longest post. I have read Death Bringer, and I'd just like to say this:

WARNING! SPOILERS! WARNING! SPOILERS!








YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!






OH MY GOD. SKUL-MAN IS LORD VILE? WHAT THE FUCK?



I love the fight scene between Darquesse and Lord Vile. I love it. The blood and gore... and I'm sad that Caelan died. Oh wells. Fletcher grew a lot. It was heart twisting.




Spoilers over.




I also now have a crush on Gerard Way. Sorry Lin-z, but it looks like there's another girl out here about to steal your husband. I HAVE HIS FACEBOOK! YAYZ!



Ahem. It is over. Everything is over. Except my journey into depression. I'm always rushing into trouble... and coming out the other end. It's about time that changed.

Well, this sucks.

For one thing, people shouldn't restrict me. Reality is always saying, "Follow your dreams" and I did.

Guess what I got for all that. Yes, not only were my dreams crushed, I was abandoned when I needed it most. Beaten, tormented, defeated. Daily. I don't know why I put up with this shit anymore. It's not like I did anything wrong. It's not like I wanted to lie. They forced me to. Because THEY want to hear the model answers. THEY want my life to be crushed. They oppress me, they kill me, they hang me from the roof and celebrate my death.

And all I wanted to do was write. All I wanted to do was to compose poetry. All I wanted, was the germ of a dream that I can become what I want. And do what I want. God, I'm going to take things into my own hands from now on.

OH MY GAWD

I can't believe it. I read a spoiler. WHEN I SAID I WOULD BE CLEAN ;-; why? WHY MUST THE WORLD DO THIS TO ME????!!!!!!!


*crumples to floor*

Collation of blogs

Hi guys! If you can join in my movement, please repost the post below on your blog, or you can write your own message under the same theme. Just post your links in the comments section below.

Dear Iris' parents....

Hello! This is Blood Butterflies here, also known by my given name, Tessa. I'm writing this letter because I don't think it's fair to take Iris away from all her friends. I have changed the glum situation for my other friend, Kallista, and I will change it for Iris.

I feel that Iris' situation is a lot less trivial than a mere banning from the internet. I feel that as parents, yes, you want what's best for your child, and yes, you want her to grow up the right way, but I have been there. I have seen for my own eyes, how the adverse effects look like. And trust me, it isn't pretty.

Don't cut off the things that Iris clings to. She needs the love and support. I will always, always be there for your daughter. I will always support her in whatever she does. And if she makes a mistake, in my moral judgement, I will do my best to correct it. This is surely the kind of daughter that you want. I'm telling you, sending her away from the things she loves, yes, it will make her mature, but she will pass into maturity painfully. Maturity is something that is integrated. It takes time to process it. And it takes people who love her and know her to groom her. To mature her. This is what I believe in and this is what I want for Iris.

I understand that you have monetary problems in Dubai. Don't blame your daughter for telling me. I forced it out of her. I understand that the Indian economy will help you to assume a higher economic status. But please, as I have understood you, please understand us. All of us. All of us on the blog. We want Iris to stay. We want Iris to be with us. Without her presence, the blog will just not be the same. We treasure each and everyone of our friends. The blog is never the same without any of us missing. No matter how long you have been on the blog, we will treasure each and everyone of us like anybody would treasure the precious seconds of their life.

I also know things that you don't think I know. I know about what happened at your marriage. I know her reluctance to go to India. I understand each and every aspect of this and I've taken my own perspective to all this. Please, let her stay. Or at least, please, don't make her go to a hostel. Not that I'm demoting hostels or anything, but I have heard that this hostel is very strict, and that there are only two days off in a year. Even if you make her go to the hostel, please, please, please let her come home during those two days. Let her have her connections with the outside world. She needs this connection to actually be successful in life. Although grades mean alot in this current world, connections matter as much. I'm sure that there are many other good schools in India that give her an all rounded education. I am sure that if you make the right decision, your daughter will grow up to be the perfect one ANY parent would want.

I hope that you take the things I have said to mind. I hope that you will change her situation. I made a promise, and I am never one to break a promise. I vowed that I will change her situation, or else die in debt. I am her supporter. Only you can change her situation. We all beg that you do.

Thank you, and yours sincerely,
Blood Butterflies

SCARLET SCARLET SCARLET

SCARLET! IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY!

SCARLET! IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY! A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*glomps*

I am so sorry guys.

MY STUPID PARENTS. I KNOW I SHOULDN'T GO ON A RANT ABOUT THIS BUT STILL. ARGH. I SO HATE THEM SOMETIMES.

*calms down*

I'm not sure how long this luxury will last, but as long as it does, I'm happy. My father banned me from posting new posts until I told him I had things to do for school, which is true. So I'm enjoying this while it lasts.

Oh, and just to mention, he blocked my facebook too.

I hate him.

On a brighter note, DEREK SAID HI TO MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 I HOPE HE'S ONLINE. OH GOD, OH GOD.

That's all for now.

LALALALALA

Okay this is gonna be a real weird post.

Firstly, I want to solve this problem of wanting to tell you guys this dream of mine, which is really, very weird.
Okay, last night I dreamt what every fan of the triple G would dream of: that he came to my house just to sign my books. I'm not sure if this is really probable, but heck, my younger brother and I were talking about it all day. So yeap, he came to my house, and I think the dream went something like this:

I was awakened presumably in the morning by my younger brother, "Jie! (this means big sister is chinese) Jie! Derek's downstairs right now!"

Obviously this kind of news is like WOAH, so I sat up and said, "Really?"

My parents' laughter drifted up from downstairs. "You're an interesting author, Mr Landy," I heard my dad say. As if he would say that, really.

"I got the inkling about, what, 6 years ago? I didn't know what it would mean," A deep voice with an Irish accent answered.

"OH MY GOD." I was saying.

"Why don't you go sight-seeing first? I don't think my daughter is going to get up soon."

I could smell wine, which was weird. "I don't think I would. I'm here because your daughter posts on my blog. Your son, too. I would really like to meet them. I've read your son's spin-off from mine, and I've read your daughter's poems. They are, to say the least, very original."

I couldn't move, but in the next instant I had showered and changed into my jeans. I practically flew down the stairs, which, in retrospect, is really dangerous, but heck, when the triple G comes to your house, you wouldn't care, right? So I flew down the stairs and I glomped him.

*is clearly embarrassed*

I'm not sure why I did that, but I think I was just so excited. Nevermind. Back to the dream.

I didn't know how he got my address, since I never divulge that info to anyone, but still. I think at that point I woke up, and I could remember the dream, but you don't want that kind of thing to run away. So I fell asleep again. I think after that he signed our books and things and gave us SP merchandise for free (WOW) and I asked him for his handphone number and email.

Oh god. I must have been delirious.

At that point my brain decided to be really mean to me, so it sent me to get a piece of paper and when I came back, I saw a car that wasn't there before drive away. I assumed it was Derek because my mom said it was,(typical) and I ran after it.

Oh god. I'm really crazy.

In any case I lost track of the car and my dad woke me up just then. I swear to God, my dreams never have happy endings.


*is quiet for a while*

I've been coming up with more poems and OCs and excerpts of their lives, and Yesh! I have finished Blood Butterflies OC version 2.0. I will post it on Bio-Rama (http://www.thespotforbios.blogspot.com/) after I post this.

I'm really hoping that Derek comes to Singapore, because honestly it would be the chance of a lifetime to meet him in person. Oh gosh, we're just a little red dot. And as far as I know, there will be 5 fans in Singapore by September end, three of which live in the damned same house.


Hell yeah.

Pizza!

Ingredients needed:
1) Bread flour
2) Plain flour
3) One bottle olive oil
4) One quater capsicum
5) Half a tomato
6) 1 quater white/yellow onion
7) Cheese. This depends on how cheesy you want the pizza to be.
8) Chicken breast
9) Fresh button mushrooms. The white-brown ones.
10) Tomato puree or pasta sauce. Whatever you call it.
11) Pineapples :)

Instructions:

1) Preheat the oven to 180 degrees celcius.
2) While the oven is heating up, make the dough.
          - Take 150 grams of bread flour and put it into a mixing bowl.
          - Take 2 pinches of salt and put it into the flour.
          - Make a hole in the bottommost point of the flour
          - Get a measuring jug and put one rounded teaspoonful of instant yeast (the powder one) into it.
          - Take a half a teaspoon full of sugar and put it into the measuring jug.
          - Get 90 millilitres of warm water (the one heated in the water heater) and pour it into the measuring jug.
          - Stir well.
          - Pour the mixture into the the hole which you had made in the flour just now.
          - Stir the flour.
          - If it is not wet enough, pour 10 millilitres of water into the flour. Repeat till wet enough.
          - Use the plain flour to flour the table and your hands.
          - Knead the dough until smooth.
          - Push the dough's edges downwards and inwards, until it looks like a roll. Bun. Thing.
          - Put the dough into the mixing bowl.
          - Wet a cloth.
          - Cover the bowl with the cloth and place it just outside the oven. The oven has to be open. Leave it there for 10 minutes.
4) While the you're waiting, you might want to cut the vegetables and other things. Cut the veggies into long, thin strips, the mushrooms into slightly bigger strips, cut the pineapples into the shape that you find them on regular pizzas and shredd the chicken breast. Use a teaspoonful of tomato puree or pasta sauce to marinate the chicken.
5) When ten minutes have passed, take the dough from the oven. It should have risen already.
6) Beat the dough back into its original shape, and cut the dough into how many pizzas you want to make. This much dough does two pizzas.
7) Grease the pizza pans with the olive oil.
8) Use the heel of your palm to flatten the dough. Pull at the edges a bit and put it into the pizza pan.
9) Flatten the dough at the thick parts.
10) Use your thumb to push the edges to the edges of the pizza pan.
11) Once the pizza pan has been covered, use a floured fork to poke holes all over the pizza.
12) Do the same with the other piece of dough. Don't forget to flour the table and your hands.
13) Pop the pizza crusts into the oven which has remained turned on. Wait for ten minutes.
14) If you haven't finished cutting your toppings, now might be a good time to finish cutting them.
15) After ten minutes, take the pizza pans out and test whether they are hard. To do this, poke them with your finger. The correctly cooked pizza crust will be only very slightly brown.
16) Take the remainder of tomato puree or pasta sauce and top the pizza crusts.
17) Put the chicken ont op of the tomato puree. Or pasta sauce. Whatever.
18) Arrange the toppings in whatever way you want.
19) To get the pizza hut stringy effect, put the cheese in between layers, but leave the bulk for the top.
20) When it is finished, pop the pizzas back into the oven for another 10 minutes.
21) When the pizzas are done, the cheese would have melted and the edges would be brown. If you want it more well cooked, leave it in the oven for another 2-3 minutes.
22) And finally, you're done! Use the pizza cutter or a cleaver to cut the pizza. When using the cleaver, don't use a sawing action. Place the sharp end of the cleaver on the pizza and use the heel of your palm to him it down.

Enjoy :)

New blog

Hi guys! Just so you know, I've created a blog (it's supposed to be for school) but you can trace my diet there too :) It might be dead after I'm done with the assessment, so... maybe you wouldn't want to follow it.








That is all.

FOR ALL YA GAMERS!

Go to this website. HURRY. NOW.

http://www.deadfrontier.com/


THAT IS ALL :)

GUESS WHAT?!

We have officially broken my blog's record of comments with.... drumroll please......


9 COMMENTS!

It's not alot, I know.

What I have to say to all this is.....


F**K YOU GUYS I QUIT! HAHA!


*walks out*

*walks back in*

I kid. What  I really mean to say is, Thank you guys from the bottom of my heart, my blog's been really quiet. And special thanks goes to Isabella for reviewing my excerpt. Thank you Isabella. You're the first person to actually comment on that. Thank you random people who *happened to stumble on my blog*, G.A and Vita. So today I'll be posting a poem on....er.... being.....er......abused....in a way.

Abuse

She looked down at us,

As if we were just pus,

Arching her back to look down her nose,

Compared to her I’m a wilting rose.

“I will never acknowledge you.”

Her words ringing, I knew it hurt my mother too.

Her daughter Violet wasn’t so bad,

But her son Louis was just plain mad.

He screamed, “You’re just a coward,”

“The daughter of a woman who seduced father Howard!”

“Why do I have to acknowledge this scum as my sister?!”

He shouted, raging, pointing an accusing finger.

And henceforth he always hit me,

Like that was how my life was meant to be.

“Mother said this, mother said that,”

“Mother said we’re supposed to treat her like a bat!”

And anger filled me, to the very brim,

So one day it might spill in tidal waves all over him.

But he stole into my chamber that one night,

Did all sorts of weird things and said “Hold me tight.”

It went on like that for quite a few years,

Until the rage turned to fear and tears.

One night it all stopped,

When Violet popped in and cut him short.

Then I really knew what abuse had meant,

Those years of my life just came and went.

I’ll never be able to reverse time till then,

So I learned the cruel greed of men.

Marina L. Satellizer, that’s my given name.

And since then people found me quite hard to tame.

Now you know how hard my life has been.

You should know the reason behind my nickname, “The Untouchable Queen”.

Pictures

Skip the first one if you don't like blood.

Skulduggery my old friend, I think I've found one of your pictures.

It's a little gory, I have to say. And a little hard to see the skeleton, but It's there. I'm thinking that THIS is when Nefarian punished Skulduggery. :D

Also something that might pique your interest. Stereotypes of Teenagers depict them as really defiant, right? Well, check out Skulduggery's teenage -year vehichle.

EPICA. I found this in one of my friend's photos. Credit goes to Kristele and Tumblr.

:) I've also started to write, both prose and poetry, so check prose out at http://www.perfectexcerpts.blogspot.com/, and poetry, well, where it usually is. http://www.skulduggerypoetry.blogspot.com/. I think.

IT'S THE DULLAHAN

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Found this while scrolling through photos in the Macintosh photo both XD.

Meet the terrifying Dullahan

NYX'S BIRTHDAY!!!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NYX!!!!!!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


BE HAPPPPPPPYYYYYYIIIIEEEEEEEE~~~~~~


okay that is all XD

no but seriously, today is Nyx's birthday and I got special leave from my mom to use the computer. SO NYX YOU OWE ME jkjk.

this is what is playing in my head now.....


*I present Nyx with a gift*

*Nyx opens the gift*

*it's a little plushie of Val and Skul-Man*

:P

I HAVE HURT MY ARM.

I have hurt...oh well, the title says it. it's my left arm, so i'mm typing with my right, that's why you may see the occasional typos and punctuation errors. oh well.
i now wear a sling and a backslab(?) i dunno, the doctor said we might be overreacting. so i'm seeing him next week.
i was at the swimming complex where i go to and my younger brother was taking up the entire handicap ramp. so i wanted to go ahead of him and therefore i took the side. near the top, i fell and my weight came onto my left forearm. i left it for the whole night, but when i woke up this morning i couldn't move my arm. so i skipped school and saw the doctor at about 9 in the morning. they did, what, 5 x-rays and cleverly figured out that they couldn't see anything wrong.

wow.

I was overseas...again....

Sorry guys I was overseas for some school fieldtrip and my dad being the paranoid idiot he was did not allow me to blog so here is the EXPLANATION. GTG now. Will talk about it later :)

Widdle itty bitty excerpts

hi Guys! Here's an excerpt from one of my OCs life, Blood Butterflies. This is the time when she ran away from home.

Butterflies woke with a jolt to the head. Her eyes snapped open and all she could think of was danger. She plunged her hand into her pants pocket and slipped the delicate black chain onto her pale wrist.

"WAKE UP!" her father roared. He had thrown a shard of something at her and it had hit home. Her forehead bleeding, she slowly pushed the covers off. She took deep, deep breaths to keep her temper and tears suppressed. Even so, her temper burned fiercer than Mevolent's fire, and her tears flowed down her face like twin streams.

"What....did I.....do this.....time?" she asked between shaky breaths. She suspected that her father was already drunk and intoxicated with drugs, but she still asked -- it was a ritual to her.

Her father's face went blank a moment. "You....I....You...."he stuttered. Then the rage returned. "Doesn't matter!" he yelled.

Crazily, she laughed.

"Oh, dad, oh, dad. You've done more damage to me than Billy-Ray Sanguine ever did."

"Who?"

She swung her legs off her slightly elevated, battered mattress and went straight to the cupboard with held her measly possessions. Sh e took out a box and started packing. Her dad did not move to stop her. "Did you ever love me?"

Her father, held in a trance, said, "Once. When you were born."

"What happened?" she asked gently, her voice permeating the suffocating silence after the storm. No answer. "Can't say, now can you?

"From this day on, I swear upon the shadows of the Temple, I am not, have never been, and never will be your daughter."

Her father stood there, captured by her bravery.

"From this moment on, I swear upon the fall of night everyday, I will never set foot in this house again. If I do, it will be to kill you. Both you and mom."

More packing.

"From this moment on, I swear upon the length of High Priest Tenebrae's neck, I will find my own keep."

She laughed again, feeling the joy and strength coursing through her as she said her chosen name again. She finished packing and walked to the door, her father's dull eyes trailing after her.

"And from the moment I step out of this house, I am not Marina. Not anymore. I will be known as Blood Butterflies."

Oh and for those who read it already, I changed it a little. Go read and comment -- I, Blood Butterflies, order you to XD

WHATEVER.

I'm publishing this here so everyone can see it. This is a plea from my brother in real life and brother on blog, ghost. Believe me, I don't wanna do this.

HEY!!!!!!

LISTEN UP!!!!!!!

I'm writing this spin-off from the Skulduggery Pleasant series, and so please read it and comment. URL TO MY BLOG: www.orbygood.blogspot.com.

PLEASE READ AND COMMENT!!!!!!!!

sidenote from Blood Butterflies: He is supposed to give me credits for my OCs that he used, namely Bristol Jetstream, Olivia Storm and Blood Butterflies. Damnit. I'm not even sure he did.

WHOOPS.

I forgot to include the fireflies; they're on the second day at about...9pm? They were so tiny, only 3mm! They are attracted to salt, so my older brother said we shouldn't have bathed after bobbing around in the sea; then the fireflies would swarm on us. lol.

Hey guys!

I'm back! Yes!

*looks around*

*sighs*

good to be home!

*topples*

*falls down*

Argh my head is still spinning from all the alcohol I drank today.

@MASTER DEREK: I ORDERED IRISH CREAM, BUT MY BROTHER TOOK IT :( oh well.

I'm on the blog after much argument with my dad, and my eyes are a little sore from crying, but I'll be fine.

Okay! *rubs hands* down to business! I'll be telling you what I've been up to the past three days... which reminds me... I'm still on the floor.*gets up*

1st day!

We got onto the boat at about.... 8 am, Singapore time. The journey there took about 1hour. Arrival at Bintan, Indonesia, 8 am Bintan time. Yes, Bintan is one hour behind Singapore. We checked in, hung around for about 15 minutes, then we got on to the bus, blah blah blah, hung around for 10 more minutes, then we went to the hotel.

The hotel we stayed at is called the Nirwana Gardens. It's really big, and it includes the following services:

1. Archery
2. Air rifle (I own my family at this one)
3. Flying fox
4. Elephant ride
5. Horseback ride
6. Go-kart.... I think.
7. Table tennis
8. Kayaking (which is basically like canoeing)
9. Snorkelling
10. Jet-skiing
11. Uh...swimming? Yeah, it's a pool.
12. A mini-zoo. It includes the cassowary, the changeable hawk eagle, the himalayan somethng vultures, quite a few cocatoos  (?) and parrots, alligators, boa constrictors, deers, alligator gar (1 only) and... fish. yup.
13. a coffee shop for breakfast lunch and dinner! (Outside the shop, there is an exhibit for...iguanas!!!!!!!!!)
14. a Kelong restaurant (basically a restaurant out at sea...maybe not so far out.)
15. a japanese restaurant

Okay. Yeah, basically, three days wasn't enough for me to explore and analyse the hotel enough.
Back to the narrative!
On the first day we waited for about an hour before our room was vacant. Anyway, after we put down our bags, we went to the recreational centre for lunch, then archery, air rifle, horseback riding, elephant riding and the flying fox. We rested in our room awhile, then set off again for kayaking. In the end, we ended up paddling in the water and our boats were on the beach. After we towelled off in our hotel room, we changed into our swim suits and swam in the hotel pool. Then, dinner at the Kelong restaurant, and lights off for the night.

2nd day!
Okay, first thing I did was ask, "Where am I?" and my dad was laughing. Anyway, we quickly got changed and went for the routine all over again, except that my mom went to a market called pasar(which means market in indonesian) oleh-oleh(which means souvenier in malay, as far as I'm concerned.) But instead of kayaking, we went body-boarding, which is like surfing with your torso. We ended up paddling too far from the lane, so we returned the body-boards and went snorkelling on our own. We found lots of sand dollars, and a colony of hermit crabs. XD.

3rd day!
I found a cool bath robe in the closet so I put it on, and my younger brother said I looked like a mage :P Anyway my mother and I went for a Balinese traditional massage, so I feel relaxed now. Then, we ate lunch at the kelong restaurant. We drove to the ferry terminal and waited for.. a long time before boarding the ferry. Then it was I'll-kiss-you-goodbye-dear-Bintan-but-I'll-be-back-don't-you-worry moment.

XD trololol.

I'll be OVERSEEEEEAAAASSSSS :)

I'll be overseas for three days, starting tomorrow. Y'all know that I'd communicate with you if my mobile phone has internet access, but unfortunately, it doesn't.

I'm going Bintan, Indonesia. When I'm back, I swear I'll tell you what I've been up to, kay?

*muahs*

byebye!

*for now. you won't be able to get rid of me so easily.*

WHERE?

WHERE IS EVERYONE? MY BLOG IS SO DAMNED QUIET.

Okay thanks for reading just another random post XP

A new blog for updated OCs

I know sometimes our OCs that we send to Bio-Rama may not be how we want them to turn out as, so I'm setting up a new blog: http://www.perfectocs.blogspot.com/, for all you people who want to change the minute things in your OC to post. Simply send your updated OCs to me, at bloodbutterflies@gmail.com. I'll start by posting my updated ones XD. No offence meant.

Little challenge for you guys

This is an escape game. The walkthrough will be posted when.... I don't know XD. Anyway, time yourself without the walkthroughs and see how fast you can get through the Crimson Room. The Viridian room... well the ending is just weird and creepy... If you're afraid of Skeletons in shinto culture (I think it's spelt that way... no offence to anyone) then don't do the Viridian room. I haven't done the White Chamber yet... but I do know it's the most advanced. The link is here:

http://www.fasco-csc.com/index_e.php

Random li'l drawings

I was really bored just now doing trigonometry (math).. so I took a piece of paper and started doodling XD here's what I came up with. For all you SP fans out there and you have read book 5 of the series, you'd know who this is for:

Personally I think this drawing is bad XD

My Second OC

Name: Portia Auralis

Age: 455 (looks about.....40)

Gender: Female

Power: to control light and electricity

Weapon: Her powers

Eye colour: Bright Green (like frankensein-ish green.)

Hair colour: So black it almost looks blue. Long and slightly wavy.

Nationality: confidential information.

Location: constantly changes.

Personality: Warm and welcoming. She can be cold when she wants to, though.

Likes: Excercising, basically keeping fit.

Dislikes: Overeating... she tends to do that :P, formal clothing., Blood Butterflies

Clothes: Excercising clothes... funny she wears that, really.

History: Portia was a normal girl until she saw the war.... not much else, really.

No remaining survivors in her family. All assassinated by Butterflies.

Occupation: Freelance undercover worker.

Quote: "Whatever."

Dear Kallista's parents

This is the list of blogs that have put on their pleas for Kallista to come back as an active blogger again. I hope that this will eventually become a roaring plea that will hit your ears and that you will let Kallista blog again. This is as of Monday, May 30th, 2011. Please, please, please.

http://susurrusofstories.blogspot.com/2011/05/for-kallistas-parents-and-miss.html

http://alexzz-stories.blogspot.com/2011/05/kallista.html

http://letthesunglasseslive.blogspot.com/2011/05/kallista.html

http://octaboonaambrosius.blogspot.com/2011/05/kallista-is-wonderful-person.html

http://yourealllatefortea.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-kallista-and-her-family.html

http://skulduggeryfan-fic.blogspot.com/2011/05/kallista-plea.html

http://followsomenonese.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-kallistas-parents-my-name-is.html

http://mar-chusbloginblogland.blogspot.com/2011/05/dont-say-it-to-kallistas-parents.html

http://thinksthatithink.blogspot.com/2011/05/kallistas-parents.html

http://dragonapine.blogspot.com/2011/05/for-kallista.html

http://thisblogtendstobeuseless.blogspot.com/2011/05/kallista.html

http://thatlakinsonguy.blogspot.com/2011/05/post-for-kallista.html

http://remiosound.blogspot.com/2011/05/kallista.html

http://taias-randomness.blogspot.com/2011/05/kallista.html

http://pyroartonoctapoems.blogspot.com/2011/05/kallista.html

and my blog.

HELP KALLISTA!

Dear all,

I'm sure we do miss our dear friend Kallista. I have heard that her parents do not allow her to blog like she usually did, for reasons I don't know and I don't wish to comment on those reasons.

I trust that her parents would have some rationale behind this action, but please, you can't do this to your daughter. It would be too un-parent like. I'm also sure that parents would want their child to have friends, would they not? So please, let her connect with her friends.

I do believe that parents would love to get the best for their children. The only way to do this, however, is not to take away the things that you would deem unfit for her. Instead, allow a moderation of the good and the 'bad', which would definitely increase her co-operation with you. To allow smooth proceedings in life, please allow her to blog.

You might say that we might be phedophiles. While the risk is there, I do hope that you would understand where we are coming from. We are her fellow bloggers. We would never, ever do anything to hurt Kallista. I think that stopping Kallista from blogging using this reason while it does have its consideration, it is not a good reason at all.

Please understand your child's pleas. We also miss her dominance of blogs and her dear spelling mistakes. These are flaws that we cannot do without in the blogs. This is a way of us, us whose parents are overprotective of us, us, whose parents don't allow us to reach out through physical ways, to connect. We need that connection to survive in the rapidly growing world. My parents would love to cut off all my connections with the outside world if possible, but they do realise that I need the connection to be able to handle clients in the future.

Technology is building. Blogging is part of technology. Facebook is part of technology. I'm sure that in your everyday working lives, you would get in touch with technology. Please, please let your child blog. I would also like to say that this goes out to every parent, including my own. This post is not directed at Kallisat's parents, and Kallista's parents only. I can only hope that, with the increasing messages across the line between us that we call blogland, you would give in to our pleas and let Kallista blog once again.

Thank you very much and I hope you heed our pleas.

My OC

Hi Guys! I now have an OC, which is nice XD

Facts about my OC:

Name: Blood Butterflies

No nickname.

No friends either.

Height: Let's just say she's tall.

Age: 200 (looks about 14)

Hair colour: Dark brown, almost black. Straight, slightly curled at the end.

Has a short-temper.

Eye colour: Clear red. Used to be clear brown.

What she wears: Black clothes, tailored by Ghastly. The lining of the coat is a mix of white and wine red, the white spelling out her name.

Gender: Female...duh?

Nationality: Classified Information.

Location: Changes all the time.

Occupation: Freelance assassin.

Dislikes: People who don't die, the Sanctuary. And the law that prevents killing.

Likes: Killing people. (that's why she's an assassin.)

Hobbies: Killing random people. And kicking people in their asses and faces.

Powers: Necromancer, before she got turned into a vampire. Courtesy of Dusk, my dears.

Personality: Cold and unwelcoming. She doesn't like to talk to people, on the account of her remembering her murdering of her parents. She is guilty and has put up a protective barrier around her.

Weapon: A long jade knife she keeps in her hair. (Like those things they put in hair buns?)

History: Butterflies has seen a lot in her life. Her parents are abusive. They take drugs and constantly beat
her to relieve their stress. Butterflies' family is very poor so one day she ran away when she was six. Her parents, being her parents, obviously didn't care. She wandered around the city before Tenebrae found her and sensed traces of magic within her. He, being the 'nice' person who wanted more people to join the Necromancer order, invited her to the Temple to be guided under Quiver. She was Quiver's prized pupil and they both had good times. Quiver sent her on a mission that she never came back alive from. She was sent to eradicate most of Dusk's pack, but unfortunately was bitten by Dusk and was turned into a vampire. The first thing she thought of was bloodlust and after killing anybody who stood in her way, she slaughtered her parents. After realising what she had done, she retreated to Moloch and begged for help. Moloch refused and she ran away, the pain of rejection staring straight at her in the face. She then learned to be independent and is now a freelance assassin.

Never seen without: Her jade knife and black Necromancer necklace. (She's rarely seen anyway.)

Discerning features: The thin scar across her left eyelid. Given to her when training in the Temple.

Please comment!

Pets!

I have pets, like other people: One parrot and one mouse.
Facts about my parrot:

1) His name is Beaky, beakause he's always a beakful.

2) We adopted him.

3) He was hit so badly by his previous master now he's scared of sticks.

4) He's a fierce little thing. Just today, he gave me a cut when he bit me.

5) His cleanest kill: A sparrow. The head was just twisted off.

Here's a picture of my darling parrot XD :

That's him!

Okay about my mouse:

1) His name is Hickery ( as in the nursery rhyme hickery dickery dock.)

2) He's about.... 4 months old?

3) He is brown in colour.

4) He hates being picked up.

Okay the picture:

That's my darling.

Which pet is more dear to me, I don't really know..

:) Here's to you, Ann.

June Holidays

June hols, or also known as summer hols in some countries, but June hols are only one month long... :(.

Anyway, the June Hols are coming! I'm looking forward to the things I'm gonna do, which is pretty much nothing of intense interest:

1. Working out. I'm aiming to lose at least 3 kg by the end of June.

2. Revision. This is not something I actually want to do, but still, elite school = lots of revision.

3. Going to Malaysia; Regional Studies Progamme Immersion trip. This is going to be sooooo boring.

4. Science Investigative Project. I have to finish this. Again, not something I want to do.

Hi Ann! This is a photo of me, as you requested. (Go find me... I'm on the extreme left.)

(What really goes on during Chemistry and Math... :P)

Class party

I'm not going to write about how awesome it was (which wasn't a lot), or how fun it was(which wasn't much). Instead, I'm going to complain about what a flop this stupid party was.

Only two damned teachers came, and they're only replacement teachers. We overordered (quite by accident, I assure you), too many pancakes, because we had no pizza. Half the class wasn't here, and right now a few of my friends are griping about how much a flop of the party it was. The music was rubbish and the maple syrup was annoying. I'll go join them a while.

*starts crapping about the class party*

*comes back*

Okay, that lightened my mood. I just found out I have a piece of paper with me, and it says:

Class party program:
Time: 7.50 -- 9.40

7.50 -- 8.45: Ms Liu SIP proposal checking and eating food....

*continues reading*

... The party did not pan out this way.

Malt biscuits

Hi Ann, here's the recipe:

Malt Biscuits
I made these between baking 2 loaves of bread. They are quick, easy and tasty. The recipe was on a scrap of paper that was torn out of the Age several years ago. It has Gail Thomas's name on it.

125g. butter
90g. raw sugar, and extra for topping.
1 Tablespoon malt extract, liquid.
1Tablespoon condensed milk.
1 cup S.R. flour
90g of sultanas if you wish. (I left these out as I wanted a very plain biscuit )

Set oven for 180c, FF

Place raw sugar in bowl of TMX and zap to make like caster sugar.
Add softened butter, and cream 4 mins. on speed 3, scrape down bowl.
Add milk and malt and mix, speed 3 , 2 mins.
Tip in flour and on REVERSE mix for 30 seconds.

Using a small icecream scoop,(2 1/2cm.) or a teaspoon, place small mounds on to lined baking trays. (makes 28)
With a glass with a flat base dip base into extra sugar and lightly press on to each biscuit.

Bake for 15 mins. Cool on tray for 5 mins. and then on wire rack.




the website is: http://www.forumthermomix.com/index.php?topic=4384.

Just citing information.

CCA

Don't start to get jealous. Yet.

Later we're having a buffet lunch plus pizza, then games to celebra--

*tomato splats in face*

Hey! I said don't get jealous! *angrily wipes off the remains of the tomato*

Anyway, later we're going to have lots of food and fun. One downside to this CCA is that if I eat all that food, I'll start to grow fat. (I'm already fat...)

Oh @ Ann: I AM EATING MALT BISCUITS! HOORAY FOR MALT XD

Face Painting

Today we had a face painting thing in school (actually I'm still in school. Shhhh! Don't tell anyone!) as part of the arts tapestry, which aims to get students to be inspired or something. Anyway, here's a picture of my face painting. I wanted it to be black, but they don't have black face paint. Also, you'd know what a goof I am :P

Another random post

I just realised that all my posts have even number comments: 0, 2, or 4.


What a coincidence.

I've started a...

Hmmmm, I won't call it a diary, because diary sounds girl-ish.

...


Maybe it's also 'cos I'm kneeling down blogging. :P All my choice.


Any suggestions for what I should name it?

XD

OMG.

I'm crying right now...

Go watch this this video...

It's called 'The Piano'.

:'(

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZJDNSp1QJA

My new spectacles!!!

Okay, this is the picture for my new specs.

Don't ask me why I took it upside down, or why I used my mother's blanket as the background. 'Cos honestly, I don't know either.  But I do know that I look like a nerd in these glasses :P

If you look closely, you can see the white tip on the... is it the right side? It looks like a reflection of the light to me, but it really is the white tip.

The glasses are by Calvin Klein.

SOOOOOO CUTE.

That is all.

Open House

Today is the open house for my school, Raffles Girls' School. I LOVE MY SCHOOL!!!!

In any case, I have no idea what I'm doing on the school computer but yeah. ANYWAY, I am helping out at my CCA (or extra-curriculum activities) which is Chinese Drama. My shift is from 9.30 to 11.30, and the good thing is, after that, I can go home early!!!

We get to choose our shifts, so if you're asking, "Why didn't you just choose the one from 7.30 to 9.30?" Well, I did at first, but they already had enough people, so I was assigned the next beset thing. I still get my CIP hours, and I still get to see the to-be faces of RGS.

On a completely unrelated topic, it's going to be the June holidays soon! which means Nyx's birthday is coming. If you don't know who I'm talking about, then never mind. I shouldn't be going anywhere overseas because I have a quite weird science experiment to do, just before term 3 and module 4 of science starts: forensic science. Now I know you might be thinking something like: CSI!!!!!! or anything along those lines. I'm not sure, but I don't think it is. I heard from the senior girls that it isn't really CSI, even though the teachers call it that.

Extensive interviewing *ahem ahem* of my oh so reputable *ahem ahem* father has told me that forensic science is very smelly and NOT fun.

:P

Myopia

If any of my readers has myopia, they'd know what I'm talking about.

It's extremely irritating to have myopia, especially when you have off-centre glasses. If your glasses are off-centre, your degree would rocket up faster than a spaceship with nuclear bombs.

My degree is about 575 for the left eye and 600 for the right eye. It sucks, it really does. The only good thing is that I change my glasses every two years. Trendy!

Talking about that, I think I've been reading too much lately, even though my examinations are over. Hey, it's not everyday you get your hands on a good book! But I'm still revising my math and what not and that's a different story altogether.

My new glasses can be collected on monday. The opticians (?) said I could collect them in two working days' time, so I'll have to wait..


and wait...

and wait...

and wait.

The design of my glasses are thick black frames and at the end (you know the thing where it slopes down? yeah.) It's white, like cat's paws. I'll upload it when I have the picture of it.

Other than that there's nothing interesting in my life other than BOOK 6 OF THE SKULDUGGERY PLEASANT SERIES IS COMING OUT IN SEPTEMBER AND I WANT BUG MY MOM TO GET IT FOR ME FOR AN EARLY BIRTHDAY PRESENT BUT SHE SAID MY SPECS ARE MY BIRTHGDAY PRESENT SO I TOLD HER TO GO GET IT FOR ME I DON'T CARE IT CAN BE MY CHRISTMAS PRESENT AND SHE TOLD ME I'M TOO OLD FOR CHRISTMAS PRESENTS.

*ridiculously loud gasping for air*

EPIC.

These pictures are like the title.

Time elasped video

here's the link:
http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=479075225922
It's awesome, trust me.

General Elections

Well to me politics has always been my least favourite subject. But this year's elections are very interesting because there are many opposition parties......

But PAP won most of it anyway. 81 out of 87 seats, to be exact. WP won the rest.




Really sad.




Oh and PAP is People's Action Party, by the way. and WP is Worker's Party.






Now politics is just plain ol' boring. Again.

Oh yeah...

I like this guy's blog.... he's my favourite author....
Here's the link  :http://dereklandy.blogspot.com/



....

GO MASTER DEREK!!!!!!!

First post(lame title, I know)

I know that's a really lame title, but yeah.
Anyway my brain is kinda dried out and I can't think...

But here are a few things you need to know about me:

Name: You don't need to know.
Age: 14
Country: Singapore (yeah, that little state-city)
Height and weight: You're not getting this information.
School: Raffles Girls' School
Likes: Swimming, reading and listening to music
Books I read: Just random stuff, but they're really good, esp. the Skulduggery Pleasant series....
Bands I listen to: I like rock, punk and alt rock, so I listen to My Chemical Romance, Avenged Sevenfold, Paramore, Evanescence and lastly Green Day (33 YEARS AND ROCKING ON, BABY!)
Address: Somewhere in Singapore
Appearance: Brown hair (my hair was black, but I swim so much the chlorine bleached it and it turned brown.), brown eyes, tan skin.
Favourite clothes:  Anything black or dark, honestly.




.....





That pretty much covers everything.




Oh, I'm kinda writing this story now, but I have no imagination, so I'm not gonna post it.......





Hehe.