I haven't been updating much these few days. It's not exactly true that I did not have time for this blog, it was just that I was too tired to really update it. I came home everyday and simply dozed off halfway. I have no idea how the fatigue came to be. I hope it would slowly dry up- because I can't afford to be tired. I simply can't. When I'm tired, I'd chuck all my homework one side, and not touch them till the next day, probably in school. So anyway, today I'm up to some blogging. I don't have much to blog about, anyway.

Last Sunday, I went to East Coast for a short 'picnic'. When we reached, it drizzled, and I was having my hopes dashed for my long-awaited picnic. However, the drizzle soon faded into history and the weather, as described by my ebullient Mother, was 'perfect' for our picnic. There were no signs of the scorching, blistering sun, and it was cooling, refreshing; perhaps a little cold, but not cold enough to freeze.

My Father, brother and I rented bikes and off we went for the journey. As usual, my Father and little brother, the lightning bolts, sped away into the distance, overtaking numerous people along the way, and apparently the word 'safety' probably didn't really exist in their minds. On the other hand, I was always cautious, looking around, cycling slower when there were people around, and so, I cycled significantly slower. Though, my bike was ABSOLUTELY AWESOME. The wheels feel as though on ice- not that I have lost manipulation over them, just that they are so smooth and I feel as though I'm just gliding down the lanes.

Along the way, we stopped around 3 times, 2 to drink H-TWO-O that I had insisted that we buy for this trip, and the other time to purchase ice cream from a roadside parlour. Well, when cycling back to rental store to return the bikes after cycling for like, 15km, I managed to get my Dad and brother to take a turn and drive into the 'harbour' where several people were standing around, their fishing lines in hand. Yes, indeed, they were fishing there. I had always wanted to fish- but probably I didn't have the skills, the rod, the time, and the location.

When I pedalled in, I instantly saw a man, in his late fourties, pulling up the rod, and setting a green, horned fish on the land. The fish, instinctively, was jumping, tussling about the land, gasping for breath. It's flaps, or rather, the gills, were opening and closing frantically, its final attempt at survival. The man stared at it, kicking it around a little to inspect it's species. My brother gasped, "RIVER MONSTERS!" I laughed a bit, it was most likely an insider's joke. There was this show, on Discovery, called, "River Monsters' hosted by Jeremy Wade, biologist and extreme angler, and I, sorry, ADORE the show. I watch it every Tuesday night, at 10pm. I watched the fish carefully too, noticing the horns and it's rough, green scales, wondering what kind of fish is it to be inhabiting in the supposedly 'nondescript' waters of Singapore.

The fisherman stared at it, a little disappointed and told his family members by the side, "Don't know what it is. Don't eat it. Put it back." Then, with a swing of his leg, he kicked the fish back into the waters. I was a little disappointed that he did not keep it- maybe he could keep it, for memoirs. If my Dad and I were fishing, we would have done that. It's a pretty special fish, and could we sell it too, I wonder? I'm not too sure about laws in Singapore, to be frank. So I don't know. But if we could sell a rare fish, wouldn't that roll the wads in?

And here's what- while I was cycling out of the harbour, I crashed with another bike. Yes, oh, so like me. The clumsy me. Actually, we both didn't see each other. His bike was huge, though, so, okay, I understand the point. I'm stupid. Okay fine. So I fell to the side and my Father and Brother cycled on, oblivious to what happened. I was feeling like crap and I hurriedly got up, realizing it has been ages since I last fell off my bike. I felt really stupid and embarrassed and the fishermen behind my back was watching.

I got up, and looked ahead of me, and there was a Eurasian guy. Blonde, cool, styled hair, and at that point, I couldn't really judge his features. He was fairly built, a nice body, to be exact. And quite tall, well, expected of the foreigners. At that moment, I felt even more stupid. Throwing my face in front of a foreigner and his family, since there were some people around him helping him up.

I reached out a hand towards him. "Are you okay?" I asked him. Well, the most normal, and ordinary question. He looked up at me, and grabbed my hand. I froze and jerked, like seriously. I wasn't seeing that coming. Most of the times people just got up on their own- and me reaching out my hand was out of instinct. When he grabbed my hand, it felt so out of place. But either way, I reacted quickly and grabbed back his, pulling him back up, knowing it was weird to hold out your hand and yet not sincere in lending the helping hand.

"I'm really sorry!" I kept repeating the sentence. And I leant forward, bent over and inspected his body, OKAY, it's not meant in the perverted way, please, just checking for wounds- in hopes of making myself feel better. There wasn't any on his arms or legs, and I heaved a sigh of relief.

He looked up at me, and smiled. Oh crap. He and Shinn both shared that dreamy, electrocuting-like smiles that just zapped right past your ribcages and affects your heart directly, raising the heartbeat per minute. He had a pair of deep, penetrating azure eyes and he stared into mine. If he were a girl, I would have just stood there, mesmerized and even commented on that set of beautiful eyes, but he was a guy so it would be really flirtatious a coquette of me to be gazing into them longingly, so I sent my eyes to the floor, and smiled to the floor, while it was meant to reply to him.

"Haha, never crashed my bike before," His voice matched with his accent was absolutely terrific. I loved his voice, as much as I loved Shinn's.

"Ah..." I grinned and nodded my head, grabbing my bike and briefly pushed it forth, knowing it was a gawky situation and the family members were all grinning down at me. I didn't feel like I should stay there any longer, because I was getting really, really embarrassed.

"Have you?" he asked, bringing his bike up as well.

"No... Not really. But I'm quite clumsy... Yeah. So sorry!" I took a small bow and I was thinking he was going to just let me pass. But he didn't. So I stayed, trying to control my own emotions, and keeping my composure. The family did not say anything but just stepped one side to buy some drinks from the stall beside. So funny about how I landed beside that stall, so conveniently.

"Man... Singapore's really hot. How do you guys live with it?" he asked.

I felt ridiculed. I didn't think he would try to make friends with me.

Someone, as ugly as I was? Sweaty and lacking fashion sense? It felt almost unbelievable. He was almost as stupid, if not as stupid as my best guy friend from Japan. I stood there, not sure if I should really answer his question, but I did anyway.

"Yeah! Yeah! Exactly! But this is not the worst. It just drizzled a little earlier on. My mum says this is a really good weather to be cycling." I kind of fiddled with my bike's handles, and my eyes kept looking around, wondering how my Dad and brother could have simply missed out my existence.

"That's quite true... Oh, sorry, you are in a hurry to leave?" He kind of noticed my anxiety.

I forced a laugh and nodded, looking a little perturbed.

"Oh! Oh! I'm really sorry about this." His accent almost made me laugh but I made sure I contained myself.

"You have an email right?" he asked.

"What? Sorry?" I requested for a repeat.

"Email. You know, email. Or anything. Online games' users. Do you play any online games or... Anything."

"Ah. Email." I stoned, remembering all my crappy e-mail names.

"How about you give me yours? Mine's a little... I don't really want to say it."

"Oh, oh, it's okay... Just give it to me!"

"... You know... Erm, Lacus Clyne?"

"Lacus Clyne...? Oh... The... Japanese animation character?"

"Yeah! Yeah! Do you know how to spell?"

"Kind of. I could surf the net."

"Okay. That name, and 28 at the back. That would be hotmail address."

"Lacusclyne28?"

"Yeah."

"Oh okay! I'd add you up!"

"Oh! Okay... Thank you!" I gave another bow and he waved at me.

I felt like staring at him with enlarged eyes, but I refrained myself and just smiled and waved at his family as well who were waving at me and we went in separate directions.

So well, the next day, I saw him adding me up.

Till now, we have chatted for about... 3 times. He's a real, nice guy, expert in drums and occasionally plays basketball. I didn't talk to him much, as of now. I just asked the basic questions.

I really don't understand much about destiny.

A story, prewritten?

Something that follows our choices?

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And oh! Today, during club, I saw something really, really awesome. A real spider, spinning a web, in real time! Oh my god, I watched it so intensely- crap, I loved it. I don't like it near me though, but it was good, seeing all that web just... spurting out, and it creating the web. IT WAS FRIGGIN' AWESOME. NO BETTER WORD TO DESCRIBE IT.

Well, I shall end off with some FTI-fandom!



This is Kiss, by Sandara Park. It's actually really nice. The song and the video. Even though I don't like how the love really starts and ends- the starting was crappy, and the ending was really heartbreaking. The middle was the BEST. My style of story-writing, actually. No wonder it intrigued me. GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE. OMO. Not.

I'm not great, remember? xD



MINHWAN AND JONG HUN. THEY ARE LOVED.

(DO NOT WATCH IF YOU ERM. CAN'T STAND. ERM. YOU KNOW. O.O)



JAEJIN, HONGKI AND JONG HUN LOVE.

They are old videos easily attainable on Youtube, but I just felt like spreading their dorkiness and cuteness. Don't like them, SCRAM. I don't really need to know how you feel, this is my blog, and it is HOW I FEEL. Besides, my love for them is real.

I don't care how people think of FT Island, think they are not as good as Super Junior, as good as SHINee, as good as DBSK (omg, the king band?), as good as Big Bang... But hey, I love the rest of those bands too, so do I deserve this from you guys, as their fans? I deserve some respect for my favorite band. How do you feel if you are being ostracized for no apparent reason? Just because you are not as good as another person? Not as good as another band? So what if other people were more 'awesome' than them? Can sing better? Can dance better? It didn't actually matter. It's chemistry. There's something in them that I see, and that I adore. I don't need others' approval stamp. I know many people think they are lacking much as an entire band- but hey, I don't care. I don't care if people think Hong Ki is ugly, think he sucks (especially after that epic episode of Dream Team) because I, for one, loved how he failed, it was just so adorable. It was so embarrassing and I was covering my face- even though I wasn't even him. But on the other hand I couldn't stop laughing. Why, oh why, HONGKI? xD



PRIMADONNA♥