.wanting out.
8:56 p.m. || 2005-01-25
[mood: cold 
]
There are just simply too little Enishi-Kaoru sets out there. What are there, five? Six? If only I had the rhinestone guts to post something for the wee little EK community, it would at least expand itself slightly. Maybe above the margin by one or two, so that the five or six won't have to stay five or six for about five full years online. Dang, if only I weren't so lazy to type everything I've written out. Apparently, only Jelaine bothers to have a peep at the story. I'm trying very, very hard to make everyone stay in character. By the way, Jap-english translations of Kenshin's speech gives me an ickly feeling in my stomach. Pull up on the grammar, will you Kenshin? If only, oh, if only.
Hurrah, I suddenly had a muse.
Mom hasn't let me quit the school yet. I skipped the chinese lecture today, and I'm going to skip alot of lessons tomorrow; that of which dangerously includes a Math tutorial, and most probably a lecture. That is, if I don't feel like going for a lecture for the sake of it. I'm not even learning things that I'm half interested in. One of the reasons why I want to get my ass out of there. I should write them down.
Alot of the people there also converse excessively about sex and breasts and hold little more than vulgarities and a bit of mandarin in their vocabularies. One or two swears in awhile is dismiss-worthy, but when 80% of your speech is full of the same words, it gets a little nauseating. I'm not going to say that I'll handle none of it in the polytechnic, but I don't think that the environment will make me that evasive towards it.
I also missed another OG outing today. That's twice in a row now, and my inability to appear really makes me agitated with myself. I really do want to go to those outings. And what's more, Bitheah's leaving for Trinity College (good for her!) by the end of this week, which means that a little feather of MacPokPok is going to fly away :(. The OG's probably the only reason I'd stay in school.
Damn, I want to leave so bad I'm willing to call the school tonight and tell them myself. But then their lines aren't open at this hour.
Other than school ramblings and writing musings, the week has pretty much been peaceful. I've lent Lawrence Tactical Ops/Unreal Tournament today and I hope he kicks some good asses with that game.
I wonder what those English people beyond the Tropics are doing. I don't see why they should be given such a long time to coordinate some exam scores. I thought they were petty and straightforward, like how the teachers in school described them. Do you remember how they said that Cambridge examiners didn't bother to read messy (but yet, still legible somehow) handwriting, and would just give you a big red 'X' for it? Or how they would be nitpicky about answers and grammar and spelling?
Ha, after telling myself this, I'm a little worried about my O results. God help me, really.
Guess it's bed time. Hope I can squeeze a little something into my little yellow musebook.
No. A person doesn't just wake up and stop loving somebody! ~Buffy, "I Only Have Eyes For You"
