Anyway, back on topic.
In 3 years time, my brother will be in P3. And I'll be screwed. See, my parents aren't known for being too generous with money. That has saved them quite a lot of trouble in the past, no doubt. But that means I'll be tutoring my brother in Science.
And the syllabus has changed A LOT in the last 3 years. In another 3 years...
Well, I'll be studying Science again... And maths. Oh god, the Maths. My batch was the last to not use calculators. I've gotta teach him how to use a calculator, and all the functions. If he's learning trigonometry for PSLE, I've got to start reading up on the various religions, both defunct and current ones. Need to pray to as many of them as possible that my brother will somehow understand it easily and not ask me questions like why sinx=opp/hyp or why tan90 will give you plus/minus infinity. On another note, I need the plus/minus sign.
As for Chinese, I've gotta convince my parents to get him an external tutor, considering my lack of skill in that area. English should be no problem. How much can the rules of grammar change in 8 years?
You know what, I shouldn't say that. If my life really is a book/TV show, etc, I'll be proved wrong, and I'll be left struggling when my brother starts learning. In case you're wondering, yes the gap is 8 years long. Don't ask me why my mom took so long to decide to go for another one.
She said something about my head being too big, and making labour a pain. So my brother came out through
Back on topic, Composition will no doubt be a pain in the ass. My brother is rather lacking in the creativity department. He could survive for the first 3 years. After that, I should introduce him to TvTropes in P3 December holidays. Chekov's Gun, Foreshadowing, etc. He should stay away from the Unreliable Narrator, Lemony Narrator and Cow Tools tropes though. Experience tells me that it is very difficult to pull off, and teachers generally don't like them.
I figured out those tropes ages ago, before I found the awesomeness that is TvTropes. Yes. Foreshadowing, Tempting Fate, Chekov's Gun. The first and last one was actually easy to figure out. Unreliable Narrator came about only because I couldn't keep track of things very well in my stories, and I wrote it off as my narrator's fault, because he was one of the main characters.
Lemony Narrator came about because I had read SuzumiyaHaruhi when I was in P5, and I was very impressed with how Nagaru Tanigawa pulled off Kyon's narration. One moment, he would be snarking at Haruhi, next, he'd let the readers know very well that he had a major crush for Mikuru's cuteness and big boobs. Now, I knew I couldn't do that in school, so that's when I started writing fanfics. Bionicle fanfics, at first. Yeah, then I dropped the series because OneManga only carried up to Bamboo Leaf Rhapsody.
My brother can't know about those tropes. He's known for seeking the easiest method out, just like me. Unlike me, he isn't too good with knowing how to please people.
You know what, the fact that I'm female just made the earlier sentence sound extremely wrong…
Anyway, it's because of things like this that I really wish I was male. Hey, once I turn 18, I'd be going for NS, and I get to skip the part of my brother's education when the number of subjects he takes increases. That'll be up to my parents to handle. Chances are, this opinion will change once I find out that I'm doing a pretty good job of teaching him.
Until then, I figure there are good sides to being a guy. Besides, there's more yuri on fanfiction.net than yaoi. No, don't look at me like that. That's just one of the benefits... There are more.
Back to my life.
I AM SO SCREWED.
School's starting on Monday. At time of writing, since I usually go to sleep without posting, it's Saturday, 10.40pm.
And, I've got most of my holiday homework undone. There's a limit to the number of times you can say that you excel under pressure before people roll their eyes and ask for a new excuse. Besides, it sounds very ignoble after a while. Add on my personality... To put it nicely, it's a carefree personality. In less favorable terms, you could say my life is a slightly less destructive version of Keith Moon's life. Keep in mind he died at 32, after abusing drugs for a good deal of his life.
If you say that, well, I'd like to emphasize that Keith Moon was one hell of a drummer/musician. So, yeah.
Moving on to a different post, because my dad is packing up stuff (Yeah, we're moving on Tuesday. I'll make it a point to blog about anything interesting. I'm betting that something will happen to my makeshift hydroponics setup (don't ask) and/or my piano will get scratched and I'll most probably make a huge fuss out of it.) and I have to type something so that it'll look like I'm working on schoolwork. He knows I hate it when people try to see my work, and damn right I'll take advantage of it fully.
I shall now talk about my odd friendship with Kelly. Yes, it's been ages, but don't worry, I've kept up with her. As it turns out, my odd ex-habit of adding people from ACS and RGS, among other schools has its perks. Kelly is getting to know lots of people, as I found out regularly from our long MSN chats, and she is a rather bad influence on a lot of them. The best thing is that the teachers like her a lot, despite the numerous rumors about her imagination and her male thoughts. Some of the teachers have asked her about it. Apparently, she has admitted that her mind isn't exactly pure, but she has convinced the few who have asked her that while she might be dirtier than some, she isn't as bad as the rumors state.
That is true. She doesn't write yaoi, to the best of my knowledge.
Now, apart from the kind of thoughts we have, courtesy of the Internet and a previous arms race of sorts that ended rather awkwardly, we are rather different.
Kelly isn't good with maths and science. The way she snarks about algebra, you'd think she was responsible for creating that fanpage that states "I was good with maths until they threw in the alphabet". Let's put it this way. Biology was okay. Chemistry, especially chemical equations and chemical names was a pain. Physics, which combines the worst of both was a nightmare for her.
On the other hand, Kelly used to express great surprise at my skills, usually only when I actually bother to do something about it. I have, on some occasions, completed the whole Maths workbook because I felt like doing so. Then again, primary school work was always ridiculously easy. With one key exception. Refer to previous statements on tutoring my younger brother.
Kelly is very optimistic compared to me. I was the one who constantly poked holes in her encouragement. Yes, she had a great deal of patience. Yes, it might be because we unconsciously played VitriolicBestBuds. Yes, I have a theory that if my life was a book, TvTropes would be the plot device the author used to invoke LeaningOnTheFourthWall.
Kelly dislikes RPing for some reason that is unclear to even her. I enjoy RPing, and I have several RP threads under my belt already. There's a petition to make me into a RP board mod. I'd rather not, mainly because I want to be able to break the rules, or at least bend them a lot.
Kelly is highly apathetic towards SuzumiyaHaruhi. She has watched several episodes, but due to the Anachronic Order, she either watched the student movie the SOS Brigade made (which was one of the more interesting episodes, with Kyon narrating and being the cameraman, and at one point, Kyon panicking because Shamisen was talking), or the first episode of Melancholy, which made it look a lot like a Slice Of Life High School anime. Hell no. SuzumiyaHaruhi is genre-busting. It's sci-fi, harem, slice of life, and a few more combined. One episode, they're playing baseball to save the world (It makes sense in context, trust me), and a few episodes later, they're playing a real-time 8-bit space strategy game, interspersed with their imagination of the battle, which includes detailed shots of the spacecraft, to futuristic tech and their imagined crew.
All while having a semblance of a plot. Hey, blame Kyoto Animation if you want.
As for me, well, you can guess where my thoughts stand on the series.
One thing we can both agree is that we're filled with contradictions. Kelly has a remarkably unflappable approach to life. She goes into fangirl mode quite often. That's how half of our MSN chats start, anyway. The fact that I dabble a little in everything gives me a good idea of what's interesting her so much.
Except K-Pop. The few times she went crazy over K-Pop, well... it wasn't easy steering the convo away from K-Pop into something I'm more well-versed in.
I hate annoying people. I've made it clear more than once that the first thing I'd do to the Annoying Orange if he appears at my place is that I'd get a sharp knife, a juicer and have a cup of orange juice. Or I'd lob him out with a baseball pitch and see what happens when an orange hits the ground at 100km/h at an angle. The stain would be pretty cool, that's for sure.
Still, I am highly annoying, the way I incessantly crack jokes. I am rather welcomed by the guys, in a way. Plus, I give free answers with another guy, mainly because we race each other, and help out each other. And other people once we're done.
Just today, I was discussing quite loudly about one guy's sexuality and debating how to scare teachers most in class. We decided that playing Tap Tap with 2 thumbs under the table was the best. Just imagine. Your hands are right next to your groin and your hands are moving up and down. It's perfectly innocent. Well, except for the part about you playing games in class while your teacher is droning on about something. Kelly wasn't participating much because I was helping her, while arguing. The teacher? Well, he couldn't care less so long as we completed the work and we didn't get him in too much trouble with the other classes. Besides, he's alright with the two of us finishing our work like an arms race, then helping the others. It's way easier, and twice as efficient than him going around coaching the weaker ones.
Apart from our thoughts, we're about as similar as chalk and cheese. She's stronger than me, in terms of upper-body strength. I've found myself a chin-up machine, or whatever you call that thing with counterweight that make chin-ups easier. Okay, I've been slacking off because of the holidays, but I've got access to a gym. No, I'm not trying out the weights. Firstly, I don't see the point of using weights to gain strength. I'm carrying around a 60kg weight with me called Mabel already. Secondly, have you seen the part in Hitman where Agent 47 has to kill someone by sabotaging the weights to crush his neck?
Yeah...
The treadmill is enough for me. It keeps me running at a fixed speed, so I can build up my stamina. On the track, I tend to slow down when I get tired. On a treadmill, I set my speed for 12km/h and set it for 20 minutes. That's 2.4 training. When it's closer to the date itself, I can push it up to 15km/h for 15 minutes to build up. I want to try for a 2.4 that's under 10 minutes just because.
Yes, I do things just because I want to. Yeah, that often falls through because that's not a very good reason. So?
Anyway, should I create a fake blog? A fictional blog, similar to a fanfic about my life. Except that I'd build a fake person based off me. Most probably me, aged to 21, studying with an aged version of Kelly? I dunno. It's not gonna be easy maintaining 2 blogs, with an attention span like mine. Chances are, one of them is gonna be abandoned, whichever I find less interesting to write for. Not a good idea for this blog, come to think of it.
Also, what kind of rating will it have? Most probably a T rating, because I'm sure as hell not gonna try writing lemons on a fictional blog that could be traced to 13.5 years old me. So, FutureMe will be abstaining.
Yeah.
I couls also just make it easier and genderbend my whole life. I'd become a guy. Kelly would become a guy. We would be perverted. ChivalrousPerverts, to be exact. Lots of HoYay, most probably...
I don't know.
Mabel, the Misanthrope.
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