"when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade"
japan was a good trip for me to relax. i feel genuinely recharged and ready to face next year...somewhat. the highlight of the trip was obviously the manga musuem in kyoto for me, as well as the jump shop in osaka. i bought shitloads of manga, artbooks and anime merchandise so i am content.

however, there are also shitloads of things waiting to be completed. so forgetful me shall make a list.
1) finish zuo wen
2) print OBS form
3) edit pieces for arvon
4) draw bloody belated christmas card
5) get the damn lit book
6) check jap class next year

as for studies, i shall:
1) finish my history notes by the end of the holidays
2) start on math
3) read science books

as for some resolutions next year, i shall:
1) get gold for damn NAPFA.
2) slim down 5kg
3) not lose to any of the china scholars
4) not lose to any of the singaporeans either
5) get 9 A's so i won't have to drop a subject.
6) persuade le yi to make a kick ass CCA shirt (and jacket >D)

i hope it works. anyway.
mari kelisumasu and a harpi niu year

i am trying to convince myself why i should start doing my holiday homework. and christmas is coming, which means i have cards to make. but i'm really lazy D:

you know if you look outside your window and notice how the shadow moves according to the time of the day, it's really interesting. sometimes the shadows are bolder and more defined in shape, yet at other times they're natural and really soft.

i think i'm going to do a lot of writing when i'm in japan. though i really dislike going overseas, i guess there's nothing i can do. at least i'll be able to watch hetalia and buy lots of manga. haha.

manga rec: W-Juliet. it's damn funny. the guy cross-dresses as a girl and the girl cross-dresses as a guy. i'm not making much sense but try it out if you're bored (:

The first post is supposed to have meaning - some sort of significance for a so-called "online diary". Although unwritten, I guess many firsts would be a beginning of something new, or an introduction of some kind.

I do not want to call this a blog. A blog is a superficial diary where you can't share anything that would serve to offend anyone. I would prefer the word Logbook - some place where you can relate daily events, of varying intensity of feelings, and yet not get in trouble for it. It is not superficial like a blog, yet it is not personal like a diary.

I am superficial, arrogant, masochistic, hot-tempered, immature, ego-centric and blunt. I like solitude. I like companionship. I tend to be very paradoxical. My life can be counted as an oxymoron itself.

This is the place where one would proceed to talk about his or her likes and hates, or their personal information. But I see no need to be acquainted with anonymous people that glance through this Logbook, so I shall divulge no further.

This is my logbook. And this concludes my introduction.