Muses of a Literary Freak

Yamihi Miruton no bouken 02 (The adventures of Y.M.H Milton 02)

2006-12-23T04:33:00.000-08:00

Following my first post, my second post on TPJC is going to be more wordy. Through the environment of the school is old, I heard that there are worse conditions elsewhere. I hope that my stint with TPJC will be a fruitful one. As I am constrained by time, I gtg. Bye.

I am writing to the wrong audience.

2006-12-21T16:23:00.000-08:00

I am pissed. To wake up and have the first thing welcoming me on my tagboard as "you damn er sehx.. er xin!!!.." I don't think I have to point out the poor usage of English here, and the punctuation is all wrong. If you think I am pervert, put it across in - at the very least - plain simple English. Don't scream some Basilect Singlish and look puerile.

In fact, I've shown some westerners this blog (blame Kuo-Wei for his group chats) and their comments are vastly different from Asians. Here are some of the comments I get:

"OMG, YAOI!"
"Better not show my sister. She goes crazy over yaoi."
"Where?"
"Their wigs are nice."
"The ouran cosplayers look like they've eaten too many cakes or something."
"The canadian ouran cosplayers are fat white chicks. Fat white chicks. They look like pancakes. You should have seen how my face fell."
"Omg, lolis in nekomimi"
"Where? What's going on? You kids are too fast for me."

There. This shows that I am a pervert in some people's eyes, and normal in others. I guess I best change my style.

Yamihi Miruton no bouken 01 (The adventures of Y.M.H. Milton 01)

2006-12-21T03:55:00.000-08:00

Ano TPJC ni bouken deshou!

Gah, enough of the moonspeak. I shall be frank.

The first sight that greeted me after climbing up the slope

Today, an enthusiastic Novea fooled my on MSN saying that she failed to make it to TPJC. After some prodding, she let on that her appeal succeeded. She also said that TPJC was big, so I decided: "Hey! I'm gonna study there. I should have a look there then, to prepare myself." After playing pool with Mok, I skated to TPJC after the rain. I was a bit disappointed at the exterior, and decided to enter the school. Security was lax, and no one questioned my entry. Heck, the first people I saw after entering the school were construction workers.

Climb down the stairs to teh art gallery

Being curious as to what a tree was doing at such strange spot, I ventured downstairs at saw some white cat sculptures, and artworks. I went "Ehhh..." and climbed back up to chance upon a familiar girl. Gemma, my former BDS 4A classmate was there to appeal to enter MJC. I wished her the best of luck and continued on with my exploration of TPJC.

3th floor

Umm, at best, TPJC is better than.... old BDS. Yeah, umm... Repeats mantra: "I shall be frank." TPJC is the most umm... oldest JC I've been to. I've seen TJC and MJC (which is the newest JC, so...) and they are in better condition. Dunno, maybe the rain made the atmosphere gloomy. I ventured into some places which were really spooky.

Fancy this Audio/Visual room anyone?

I swear I have absolutely no idea what a kimono is doing here. Note the black curtain in the background.

And I swear on pain of death I heard maniacal laughter inside just as I was about to tip-toe in. You know, the kind hooligans make.

TPJC was literally a maze of corridors. The architecture seemed taken from the archtypes of canals and drains. I am serious.

There! Visual proof

Hogwarts' corridors hold no flame to TPJC.

And a stairway which leads nowhere. Two locked doors awaited me at the top.

Ok, and here ends my morbid review of the school's passages and dead ends. Next, the facilities. Only some of the classrooms were not locked and I get a strong sense of dissatisfaction after taking a look inside. It was the computer monitor. ==" You should see it for yourself.

They must be following the principles of Yin and Yang

Front door view

And view from the back of the class

A technician was installing some hardware so I am hopeful that the facilities will be upgraded by the time school reopens. There was alot of construction work going on.

The stairs lead to the hall

I managed to visit the library

Beats me what this is for

This is part one of my review. Stay tuned for Miruton no Bouken 02.

Vivocity + Orchard + Bedok = Neck pain

2006-12-20T04:14:00.000-08:00

I travel from Simei to Vivocity, then Kinokuniya and finally Bedok via the train before returning back home by the bus; and I get a neckache in the process? Life's a bummer.

Nothing today. I am plain too tired to type.

Hentai-sama

2006-12-18T20:03:00.000-08:00

They say I am a pervert. Why? Naze?

I think it's a matter of perspective. Like how some people are gay and some, lesbian. One man's meat is another man's poison, etc. Erm... and now I'm stuck here without any direction to write. Another picture then. And off to the toilet to think. Yes, the toilet is best for such things.

Haruhi joins Middle East protest

All ecchi or hentai are anime images, but not all anime images are ecchi or hentai. Like, for example, in the last image above. Anime images generate lots of attention, especially when they are provocative (like above. Did you click the link, I wonder.). But I don't go for dark and depressing themes. I prefer a light, cheery atmosphere; hence, the ecchi. The world needs to be overloaded with fun. Damn, I think I may be too much of an optimist.

Well, in Singapore, it's still torrenting. And I don't mean my 87% uploaded UK documentary about poor guys and their adult sex dolls. (Yeah, if you think your life is sad, reconsider again. I wish them the best of luck. One person even greets his doll with a "Hi, honey" when he comes back from work. )

Yes, this isn't a real person

So as you can can see, it's all related to perspective. (Yup, all my rambles are interrelated.) You might want a real life mail order human bride from Vietnam for $400, but another might prefer a life-sized anatomatically correct $4000 sex doll.

Anyway, moving on to the weather in Singapore, it has already rained enough to flood the ground with about 1 - 2 cm of water. Which is bad, because you cannot do anything outside. Incidentally, the temperature have dropped from 28 degrees Celsius in the morning to 27 degrees Celsius in the evening. The cold has drained almost everyone of colour and vigour, except those shopping in malls for Christmas. Shop fast and go out in the rain with heavy bags or shop slowly and go out in the rain later with heavy bags. Lol.

So, I am trying to make people warmer by writing hot articles, but it looks like Singapore got censorship in the form of my friends. Fact: Copulation is an integral part of life. Who dares disagree? Anyway, I think a 16 year old (me) should not go write too deep into such things, so I always restrict myself to vague hints and teases (for example, my chim sex story. Do you know that amor means love? Or that philtre means love potion? I bet you substituted them in with words you know.) And, yet, my angelic friends say I am the perverted one. Wow, they are all experts on identifying that. Why?

Haha, I am going to brave the rain now to get back home.

Downright depressed

2006-12-18T05:02:00.000-08:00

A day in the rain... I hate it when my mood mirrors the weather. Like a good show, the setting accents the event and makes the mood more forceful. In my case, it makes it worst.

I am depressed because of some chat over MSN messenger. Yeah, sounds stupid right? Well, the conversation itself was stupid. Some friend/classmate of mine who I have known for over three years, messaged me (I am not sure what was accurately said):
Teck: "tmr go vivo"
Me: "I just went yesterday."
Me: "And tmr going kino."
Me: "Why don't we go someother day."
Teck: "go hell."
Me (angry): "go hell."
Teck: "i hate you."
Me: "aiyah, I already planned with others liao."
The contact is unable to receive your message because he/she appears to be offline.

... Totally immature... which leads me to the question: "What are friends for?"
I don't want to fall into the bitter trap of despondency, but... I've known that idiot for three years, helped him faithfully, and this is how he repays me?

I was already a bit gloomy yesterday. Went to Vivocity at Samuel's call and spent the day shopping at high-class boutiques. The prices range from around $30 - $69 for a single T-shirt. Those with collars and buttons cost... a good fraction of a bomb. But it's not the price that put me off, it's why I am using valuable time which could be spend studying for my Chinese... Ok, reason solved. I hate Chinese. Anyway, had a great time playing pool and eating out.

Back to the idiot. He's always been vulgar on MSN: "fuck, dumbass, etc." But why am I so affected? What's his perspective?

Hmm... His "gf" refused to talk to him after he teased her. Maybe that's why he's so pissed off. Ah, I got it, he caught her virus. I won't fall prey to it! Mi-mi-miracle Mikuru run! *Does silly heroic pose.

"He's really an idiot," I said fondly.

EOY 2006 - The good, the bad, and the fantastic.

2006-12-16T19:47:00.000-08:00

God knows... I may be a closet sadomasochist.

Woah! Moved faster than my Olympus camera's shutter

I learnt from my past mistakes from Cosfest. I had just purchased my lousy camera a day before and made some wrong choices on the settings. This time, I (1) Switched off the beep and shutter sound, which led to almost unbelievable improvements on processing speed. I also set the setting to portrait, and activated the flash. All in all, I managed to salvage a passable photo album from the event.

Incredible... For a moment, I thought I was in Garderobe

Fantastic. The cosplayers were stunning. It might be me (and my camera), but the lighting outside the hall was perfect for taking pictures. It brings out the detail and effort the cosplayers put into their costumes. My first thoughts upon alighting off the escalator was: Wow... so many people. And look, such an airy and bright place. Hey! Are those meidos from the Cosafe Maid Cafe? Auto-follow mode~

Kawaii! Rippa desu ne? (If only I could edit out the cleaner-looking-like man in the back)

First of all, there were many people. They spilled from the conference halls all the way into Coffee Bean. I also spotted some people in red saffron robes cosplaying as monks- nods head; and a group of old men got off the escalator from the second floor (I went downstairs again for a while before heading back). The Anime Expo garthered a variety of on-lookers, from the interested teenage anime-phile to... old men.

Raging hair, liquid black coat, and wicked weapons. Cool.

I spent an hour outside the hall waiting for my cousin. He arrived at around 2.30. I was waiting for him outside the MRT enterance. We headed to the Anime Expo via the second story walkway.

This is your first time going to a cosplay event no? I questioned.

Yah. My father thought we were going to visit the Buddha exhibit. Told me not to go.

Lol. Then there was a pause. I think you will be impressed by the standards here.

And I was justly proven right. A few minutes into the hall, watching me snap pictures of the cosplayers, my cousin, who came unprepared to the event; just like me to Cosfest, held out his handphone. You think they'll be offended if I take pictures with this or not?

I gave him a wry look. I think it's the sentiments that matter.

No wonder the police came. A rebellion is here.

We paid and went into the hall. It was dimly lit. Music poured from somewhere. In the crowd, I had to tread carefully lest I knocked into someone else' expensive SRL camera. (In fact, someone's camera knocked into me, and I got a bruise on my elbow. The camera emerged victorious.) Below are some pictures taken inside the hall.

Totally LOL. This cosplay is teh pro. What the heck is this btw?

Haruhi vs. the Computer Club
Now I know where it came from. The Gun*** from Episode 11 of MoHS

Oh joy, Domo and Gun*** collaborates to ~~destroy~~ advocate Haruhism.

And now- complains. The stage lighting is poor. All the photos I took from the back of the hall came out as dark grainy pictures. A photographer in Sgcafe mentioned about it also.

I am also seeing red over the ticketing. Why did they make us pay $12 only to throw open the gates to the public at 3-4+ later. My friend paid at around 3, and came out of the hall later to gape at the disappearance of the red tape. Poor thing.

As for the emcees, I have no problem with them... except, they could had been less critical of the cosplayers. Remarks like: "Same pose. Reverse stance. Etc" brings down morale (However, it could led to better performances by the cosplayers.) I really didn't patronise the interior much.

I am also PISSED that I didn't get the Playworks magazine or the event schedule. What did my $12 do? Go off into the pockets of the organiser and other earlier paying participants? Clearly, they didn't anticipate the amount of people who will be turning up for the event. (Or choose to play safe.)

Enough of rants. The rest of the entries will be all pictures and comments.

I want to play streetfighter again.

Syaoran comes into out world in search of feathers. Sakura is looking genki deshou.

Sooo cute

Urgh, there are so many good photos.

Am I seeing double?

Hooray! Haruhi heeds our prayers and decided to make more of herself. Wait... it is a good or bad thing? I see Tenma has gotten taller. ^^ SR ftw Fantastic. Only flaw is that Orochimaru is posing for the camera instead aiming for that ninja.

And last but not least, GOTHIC-LOLITA-NEKOMIMIs rules!

P.S. Tell me if: You want me to remove your photo; you want a higher resolution photo, or you want to see my complete gallary.

Sex sells; spelt scheme

2006-12-14T17:18:00.000-08:00

I was struck with the universal question that most Gen Y teens face in their life: "What/Why am I blogging for?" Many an aspirant have fallen into the cesspit of incertitude and gave up on blogging. After all, they ask themselves - what is so amazing about MY life to cause interest in others? (Ok, maybe we all like to gossip and know, but...) I want to be different, deviant, oogamous, more! And therein lies my depression.

I am mundane.

Unlike Suzumiya Haruhi, Koizumi, Yuki.... Mikuru, I am a Kyon. If you don't understand that soliloquy, nevermind. Suffice to say, I do not have the umm... umm... "Everybody's reading it" of Xiaxue nor the provocativeness of Ms. Sizzy.

But, hey! Wait! I am a writer. Surely I can cook up something. Let's say, I start blogging about sex since it's so universal.

"Sunshine," said I, laying a hand on her bosom. "Lie with me." I dimmed the tablelamp light to a deep wine purple and gently pressed her down. She hesitated; resisted. "There is a gap in the curtain," she said.

I strode across to the embrasure and dashed the velvet veils open. Silver moonbeams peered into the room and framed me with a nimbus like the halo around the edges of a moon.
"This is Geylang!" I cried exuberantly. "The district of red light. Patronaged by lusty men and patsy women. Let's show them what real raging amor is!"

Sunshine withdrew into the cover of the bedspread. "You frighten me sometimes."

I smiled, shook my head ruefully, closed the curtain, and like a lion hunting its prey in the savannah, bounded across the thick carpet to sit myself next to her. "It's alright now." I coaxed the sheet out of her hands and crossed atop her. She was a timid Aphrodite beneath me.

I licked her areola. "Merde, you are my one and only true love." She moaned and yielded to my touch. I dovetailed my philtre into her. She was warm; hot. Our tummies, touched.

"Ah. Not, there," she sighed as I sought her soft spot. My tights slapped against her small rump.
Eternity. Night. Passion. Pleasure. We fucked till dawn.

Okie. You'd think I'm a sex-crazed maniac by now. Probably true - not so. For the observant/imaginative/experienced reader, you might note that the Gräfenberg spot is usually located at the frontal wall of the vagina. And how could my tights have slapped her rump (unless I was holding her up by the legs) when she's prostrate? Granted, these are minor details, and the reader might forgive them in the pleasure of reading, but I've got a reputation to keep. And repetition brings ennui as well.

Which leads me to consider other alternatives...

Such as peddling paedophilia paraphernalia:
Yup, all those paedophiles will flock to me, I'll just open a credit card line and reap in the money. Problem is, the police will be on me faster then you can say: SEX- (Yes, that fast), and I do not know where to find child porno, nor want to. (The above portion was only to shock you, dear readers. Please don't call the CIA.)

Hmm... I think I'll steer this blog in the direction of the expository, maybe littered with a few rants here and there.
Ah, I see you now, leaning back and muttering. "Again! Angst! I have had enough of these seething teens. No more. Goooodbye." Wait! This will be a journey of socratic dialectic. (Ok, I see some people falling asleep now) A discovery of external vistas, spoken in a teenage voice. I am not sure if I can make the mark, seeing that my PSLE score sucks. And I predict my O levels wouldn't be much either. But I'll try.

What am I kidding myself for! *Kick myself. I'll just blog on as per my thoughts.

Hooray for Novea!

2006-12-13T22:18:00.000-08:00

As the saying goes: "Behind every great man is a woman." I believe, I may have met that woman - long ago, and only just realised it now. Yes, she's none other than Novea, a former classmate of mine (for those who do not know me), as she was the spark which gave me inspiration to solve the vexing problem of modifying my banner, the pur that caused me to leap at the correct solution. Indeed, even without her prompting, I would have tipped my hat down to her, being so filled with gratitude and awe at her Solomonian ingenuity.

I remember her distinctively as a figure of beauty instar omnium to even the Helen of Troy, spawning numerous rumours in class as the fancy of various boys. Novea, was not one of the Four Pillars of 4A for naught. Her popularity in class was akin to that of the highest stars - silent, keen and watching.

Today, I shall commemorate Novea's gloriousness by writing about her in this entry entire. Not even a thousand words will be enough to describe her character or personality; but I shall endeavor to try. Thus: an epic essay of a thousand words and some, which will be remembered for generations to come and sung in the same vein as one sings the rage of Achilles.

Behold-(This joke is probably lost on anyone who doesn't know the person in the picture.)

I. Give. Out.

2006-12-11T19:05:00.000-08:00

To whoever is reading this, I am a failed computer club chairman. Yup, three years in my school's computer club and nothing to show for it. It's a wonder I got an award at all. All I did in the club was to surf the net while my peers run riot. Well, on to less depressing stuff since I've already graduated from secondary school.

To whomever who is reading this, please help. Behold this plain and tired webpage (No offense to the designer, for I'm just waxing lyrical. I would not have chosen this template had it not displayed latent potential.) Observe the fallacies of the mundane red banner - which looks like stale tomato soup - and cringe. Inwardly, I groan each and every time I look at it, and herein lies my problem. How do you enlarge the length of the banner and replace the bloody red thing with a picture?

My years spent idling in the computer club have given me some knowledge of HTML. Below are the steps I took to lead a revolution against the ~~grand~~ design, and a picture commemorating my failure:

Step 1: Switch blogger template with template from 'http://blogger-templates.blogspot.com/' to this (what you are looking at now) template

Step 2: Shake head at colour scheme and decides to change the .css file. Went to and copied from:

http://googlelite.free.fr/beckett.css

before saving in notepad ++ as .css file and uploading to googlepages at (with no changes made):

http://aikichaos.googlepages.com/umami1.css

Replaced @import url('http://googlelite.free.fr/beckett.css'); with
@import url('http://aikichaos.googlepages.com/umami1.css');

Step 3: Saved the template and previewed it. Look at Step 5

Step 4: After Step 3 failed, I reverted back to Step 1 and tried to insert the .css file in the template design itself. Look at Step 5.

Step 5:
In both cases, the sidebar decided to protest against my coup by going on strike below my posts. Perhaps my code is not incentive enough for change. I really need some revolutionary to help me.

Please, show me how to insert the CSS into the template or import it without errors. After that, editing should be a breeze. This problem have plagued me many times already as with my previous blogs (templates taken from same website). I like simple layouts like those of: http://anime.miao.us/ | http://darkmirage.com/ and the skins at blogskins are so packed. @_@

I use Mozilla Firefox as my browser and the standard Blogger.

If you are so kind as to provide me with further instructions as to how to add a banner and clear the header in the banner or introduce a skin similar in design to the forementioned blogs, I will greatly appreciate it.

Thanks.

Tis sucketh

2006-12-11T03:55:00.000-08:00

Who do I always seem to have this problem with my blog? The colour and dividers fail to appear. I really want to use livejournal - but they do not allow tagboards and I need a premium account to get the design I want (which isn't much) - or wordpress - but once again, I am restrained by money and money... yeah.

Resolutions.... boredom

2006-12-11T03:51:00.000-08:00

Well, don't expect much from me. I am just going to palaver around on anime, my daily life and rubbish riff raff.