DDDD:

It's been 10 days.

I am not inclined to finish it until I feel like it.

D|

I'm dead for geo.

So very, very, very, very, very, very dead.

Dx

... At least I got some work done today.

... Prepare for apocalypse tomorrow.

... It would be sad if it actually was an April Fool's joke.

... Then again, it would also be sad if it wasn't. For the people who thought it was a joke, anyway.

For people like me who are paranoid and crap, it won't be a problem.

Unless it actually is a joke.

In that case it would be a problem.

D|

Good night.

Hercules beetles are cute.

Fandi should be an entomologist. |D

Or maybe that should be me.

I dunno.

|P

Sleep-deprived.

Good night.

Pikanyaa.

Oh dot oi.
|D

Just a bit of random crap floating around in my head.

... I was unproductive today. How unfortunate.
D|

はい~ おたんじょうび おめでと ございます, Adam~ |D
... an early one anyway.
Hehe.
How fitting.
|D

-shot-

はい, はい, I realize that I have next to no Chinese pride, buuuut...
D|
... those emoticons are fun to use.
|D
Hehe.

Platina finally works on my DS. |D
-throws confetti-

... What does confetti actually look like?
|O
Have I ever thrown it before...?
...
|O
しらない.

お, そうか.

In response to Nalini's comment - そう...? |D
Hehe, jksjks. |3

In response to Richard's comment - MAYBE. There is a meeting tomorrow, and Mr. Lew will give us his FINAL VERDICT.
... or something.
|3
Basically; we don't know yet.

Lalala.

I should probably blog in えいご nao... ですか? |P

... |D

Hehe, bai-ni.
-copies Akira-

Hula dancing. o.o

MR. LEW HULA DANCED.

It was really kind of hilarious.

xD

In response to Richard's comment - Oh. Well in that case, should I knock you out or something?

... Nah, too lazy.

In response to Sarah's comment - Fine. Go be emo in your little corner drawing pictures of Nicky's (old) hair on the wall <-- no wait, that's Andrea. And/or Nalini. Mah bad.

We gots gold at MusicAlive (well, supposedly anyway, according to Angie's post), and we all screamed so loudly in sheer excitement (well, not really; I screamed partially because I like screaming) that Mr. Lew made an odd facial expression. Mr. Lew was generally hilarious today.

xD

I wonder what it would be like if Mr. Lew didn't tell Wendy's in advance that we were coming.

Staff: -is doing their usual work-
-suddenly fifty midgets students who are (mostly) in dress clothes come stomping in-
-students form a gigantic line behind the counter-
Staff: ............. Uhm, may we help you...? o__O;;;

:D

That would actually be really funny.

... I refuse you, work.

... Rach is turning into a lazy ass.

That is not good. Rach is sinking down to Nalini's level.

... Waitwhut.

o_O;;

That cannot be.

-GOGOGOSUPERRACHTURBOMODE-

-copiesrichardskindofconfusingwayofwritingoutactions-

-icantevenreadthisproperlymyselfunlessilookreallyclosely-

-thelackofspacesandapostrophesbothersme-

-ew-

-anywayciao-

Hooray.

It's back-to-school timeee~

... That may or may not be a good thing.

I am inclined to say that the cup is neither half full, nor half empty; rather, 50% of its capacity is occupied.

Ha, optimist-pessimist test, ha.

...

...

...

Ohyeah. I just remembered Angie's scolding a few months ago and her forbidding me to dot excessively. And I'm not sure that was correct grammar.

... I just spelled "grammar" as "grammer". GG me.

... I can't believe I still use that term. o.o

Actually, what I can't believe even more is that my dad still uses that term. Occasionally.

Like father, like daughter.

GG.

xP

Uhm, lessee. I'm attempting to learn piano but kind of failing. Oh, but not really. I CAN PLAY HALF OF DANGO DAIKAZOKU WITH BOTH THE MELODY AND THE HARMONY, AND I CAN PLAY THE OTHER HALF WITH THE MELODY AND THE HARMONY SEPARATE, BUT NOT TOGETHER (which is actually kind of fail in itself, if you think about it :/).

But this coming from a person who has never taken a single piano lesson in her whole puny life... is rather amazing.

To me, at least.

And no, I'm not being narcissistic.

... Why do I keep saying that.

And why do I usually refuse to make eye-contact with people when I talk.

In Van language: "Self-confidence issues; Rach can has them nao."

In Rachel language: "I suck."

Being my own online translator is funnnn. 83

... Rach does not know what she is talking about right now.

o.o

Rach will shut up nao.

Bye.

Finallyyyyy. o.o (RCII P11)

Part 11 is a whopping five pages on Word, in size 8.5 Verdana. Personal record, right there.

Although you can tell it's complete BS and not proofread. ._.

Oh well. I magically managed to make the deadline. 8DD (Barely, but that's beside the point.)

-promptly dies-

PS. It was originally going to be longer, but I figured, what the hell, it's long enough. >.>


Randomosity Chronicles II - Part 11

“Rachel, what’s going on out there?”

Looking at her friends in panic, Rachel frantically wracked her brain for a way to distract her roommate.

“Oh! Uhhh, nothing!” she yelled nervously back at Alyssa, who had given up fighting with the cupboard door. “Nothing at all! Ehehe!”

“You sound really convincing there,” Richard commented, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Shut up!” Rachel retorted. “And don’t use that tone of voice with me, young man!”

“I’m older than you.”

“Old man! Whatever!”

“Are you sure nobody’s out there?” Alyssa asked again with skepticism.

“Uh, of course not! I was talking to...” She looked around wildly. “Mich! Yeah, I was only talking to Mich! Nothing abnormal here. Haha... hahaha...!”

Mich gave her a dirty look, mildly offended that Rachel pretended to call her an old man.

“You are a horrible liar,” Richard whispered from below.

A swift kick in the shin effectively shut him up.

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“Hahahaha, do it again!”

“Okay, okay, wait...”

“...”

“... They’re not picking up.”

“Damn!”

“Oh well, it was funny the first time!~”

“Bwahaha yeah!”

“Ahahahahahahahahaha!”

“You wanna prank call someone else now?”

“How about the girls?”

“Ew, no!”

“You pervert!”

“What’s so ‘ew’ about that?”

“They’ll like, be all weird!”

“Lolwhut?”

“Ahahahahahahahahahaha!”

“Yuedi, what are you doing?” Van demanded, wrenching Yuedi away from the handle of the door.

“Trying to break in, what does it look like?”

“Why?”

“I told you,” Yuedi said impatiently, “I wanna find some hot guys to rape.”

Van rolled her eyes. “Well, suit yourself, but I can tell you that there are a total of zero hot guys in that room. At least, I think so – I forgot who Jason’s roommates were. Oh, and Jason himself would be a very... difficult rape victim, to say the least.”

“How do you know Jason’s in there?” Nalini wanted to know.

“I recognized his voice,” Van replied with a shrug.

“Ooh,” Nalini said, a sly look in her eyes. “Jason is a special person to you, isn’t he?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” came the response, as well as several rapid-fire punches to the arm. Van continued talking, casually ignoring the thing that was howling in pain in front of her. “It’s because I was in his class for two years and interact with him on an almost-daily basis. Oh, and Nalini,” she added shrewdly, “you’re not exactly one to talk, considering the present circumstances...”

“VAN!” Nalini immediately screamed, flushing. “WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!”

“I’m talking about you and Ni-”

“SHUT UP, DON’T SAY IT!!”

“Stop yelling, you’ll attract everyone’s attention.”

Nalini chanced a nervous glance at Nicky, who was glaring at her in utter annoyance. My life is over, she thought miserably, her heart sinking.

Van rolled her eyes and raised her fist to punch her a second time, but suddenly stopped when she heard David’s voice over the bawling.

“Yuedi?? What are you doing here?!”

Yuedi stared at David.

David stared at Yuedi.

David’s roommates also stared at Yuedi.

Van stared at all of them in horror.

(Nalini was still wailing in the background.)

Jason opened his mouth to speak, but before he could get a word out, Van snapped into action.

She grabbed the book, which was hanging loosely in Yuedi’s hand, and flung it into the room, silently praying for it to hit its intended targets.

It hit its intended targets.

As the book soared back to its owner, the four occupants of the room collapsed onto the (admittedly quite dirty) carpet, their skulls sporting a single, throbbing bump where the blunt edge of the book had clubbed them.

However, unlike her three companions, Van wasted no time marveling at this sight. She grabbed Yuedi and Nalini by the wrists and dragged them away from the door, kicking it shut before she went.

“What the hell were you doing!” Van hissed as she tugged her female companions further down the hall. (She didn’t tug Nicky because it would be awkward. He reluctantly tagged along anyway, so she didn’t really need to.)

“Van, why’d you do that?” Nalini asked in puzzlement, feeling a bit weird as a girl half her size hauled the two of them along.

“Because if we’re found out, we’re in serious shit,” Van replied grimly, stopping at another glossy, white door. She leaned in and strained her ears for any sign of occupation, and, hearing none, jammed the edge of the book into the card slot. There was a soft click, and a tiny green light appeared above the metal handle.

“Come on, we’ll hide in this room. It’s lockable and stuff, so we won’t be discovered.”

“But why can’t we be discovered?” Yuedi asked, not bothering to hide her disappointment as Van dragged them all into the room (including Nicky this time, because he looked very unwilling to spend the night sharing a room with three girls, two of whom he did not particularly enjoy the company of).

“Because,” Van explained in exasperation, slamming the door behind them, “people will be all weird and stuff if they discover that there are two of me crawling around this hotel. And they will also be weird if they see you guys here, because they’ll think you somehow snuck onto the coach bus or something.”

“But if our... other selves are back at home,” Nalini piped up, “won’t that prove that theory wrong then?”

“That would be even worse!” Van shot back. “How do you think they’d react if there are two of us in two different places at the same time?”

“Oh, they’d like, put us on the news or something, of course.”

Nalini collapsed onto one of the beds in pain as she was punched for the second time that night.

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“Hey, Pikachu.”

No response.

“Pikachuuuu...”

Still no response.

“Pikachu! Piiiiikaaaaachuuuuuu!!!”

Still no response.

“OI, STUPID YELLOW RODENT!”

Zap.

“You didn’t need to send 5000 volts of electricity through me,” Rachel grumbled, running a hand through her crisp, burnt hair.

“Well I’m sorry if you screamed a lame insult in my ear; I was quite mentally occupied at the time,” Pikachu, who was sitting on her shoulder, retorted sarcastically, not taking his eyes off of the shops on the other side of the street.

“With what?” Rachel demanded, following the Pokémon’s gaze and seeing nothing of interest.

“With that cute little mouse in that building over there,” Pikachu said dreamily. Rachel squinted through her glasses, guessing that he was talking about the “かわいいペットショップ”, and sure enough, a tiny grey mouse was sitting in a cage at the display window.

“Poor girl,” Pikachu murmured, and Rachel sighed, glancing over her shoulder at her friends in hopes of finding someone more interesting to chat with. Behind her, Mich and Fandi seemed to be arguing about something. Rachel managed to make out Mich’s indignant voice saying, “I’m giving you muscles!” and Fandi’s also-indignant voice replying, “For the last time, punching people does not give you muscles!” before she sweatdropped and turned back around.

Further behind the arguing pair was... another arguing pair. Passerby cast strange and mildly disapproving looks at Angie and Sarah, who both relentlessly staked their claims that their guy was hotter than the other. Angie refused to believe that the ninja – or anyone else, for that matter – could be any more awesome than her beloved Skye, but Sarah insisted on defending her ninja, spazzing quite loudly while she was at it.

Thankfully, the pair behind them was not arguing... not really, anyway. It was more like a one-sided argument, with Dana ranting to Andrea about random topics related to Naruto, while Andrea nodded absentmindedly, pretending to listen while actually scanning the streets frantically for any sign of her missing Hibari.

Suddenly, her eye caught a small, bright yellow spot hovering on the other side of the road.

“Hibird!” she shouted, immediately dashing off to follow the bird, who was beginning to fly away.

“And you know, Itachi and – hey, Andrea!” Dana stopped mid-sentence and yelled out after her companion as the latter abruptly bolted. “What are you doing?!”

Unfortunately, by the time Dana reached the middle of the road, she was forced to jump back as a huge bus roared past her. Ignoring the concerned shouts from people behind her, she looked around wildly, and realized with a sinking feeling that she lost sight of Andrea.

“Hey! Hey guys!” Dana ran back to the group, trying to shout over their voices but kind of failing. “Guys, Andrea just ran off – GUYS! Stop ignoring me!” she wailed.

Ironically, she was promptly ignored.

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Andrea stood on her tippytoes, cursing herself for not being tall enough to see over the crowd, even with all the short people in Japan. She squinted and suddenly spotted Hibird again, fluttering impatiently a few meters in front of her. She started running... and running... and running, her eyes fixed on the tiny, yellow creature that was flying farther and farther away...

She was so intent on following Hibird that she didn’t pay attention to what was in front of her and promptly crashed into a large brick wall. Hibird flew on over the wall, and Andrea yelled out in disappointment, jumping and thrashing about like a maniac. She finally decided walked along it, hoping she could go around it, but after a few minutes gave up and flopped onto the ground, wailing like a small child.

“HI!”

Andrea looked up to see a rather short, very Asian-looking girl standing in front of her, a large wooden hammer slung over her shoulder.

“... Who the hell are you?” Andrea asked. The girl didn’t bother hiding her offense.

“D0 N07 D4R3 1N5UL7 M3H!!11! PH34R M33, BCUZ I 4M T3H 4W3SUM 4M11-CH4N 0F D00M!!!11”

“...”

“Nah, I kid, I kid,” Amy said, waving a dismissive hand. “But still – PHEAR ME.”

“Why? Just because you have a hammer?” Andrea scoffed, raising an eyebrow.

“Yup.”

Andrea couldn’t help but laugh. However, her amusement quickly vanished when something large and solid clobbered her on the skull.

“What the fuck was that for?!” she yelled, one hand on her throbbing head and the other balled up into a fist, ready to punch the other girl.

“For being a jackass,” Amy replied simply, flicking her hair nonchalantly behind her shoulder. “Oh, and if Sandy were here, she would be after your blood by now.”

“I know that,” Andrea muttered, recalling Sandy’s, er, very strong opposition to swearing.

“Anyway,” Amy continued as if nothing had happened, “need some help with that wall?”

“YES,” Andrea immediately agreed, snapping back to attention as she remembered what she was doing there in the first place. She needed to find her Hibari!

“Fine. Stand back.”

Andrea complied without protest, and watched in amazement as Amy shattered the wall in a single swing of her hammer.

“I know you’re trying to hide your utter astonishment at my awesomeness, so don’t even bother,” Amy said calmly, twirling the hazel-coloured handle expertly in her fingers as the mahogany bricks crumbled into dust in front of her.

“... Fuck you,” Andrea muttered as she sprinted past her. Amy blinked and started to give chase.

“What the hell happened to ‘thank you’?!” she shouted as she caught up to Andrea. “Geez, lack of manners much?”

“Who cares about manners?” Andrea shot back, rolling her eyes. “I just want my Hibari!!”

Amy stared at her. “You mean, you’re going to the anime thingy too?”

Andrea slowed down slightly, her curiosity piqued. “What? Anime thingy?”

“Yeah,” Amy repeated, panting slightly from catching up to the rabid Hibari fangirl. “Apparently something happened and a bunch of anime characters – like, REAL characters, not cosplayers or whatever – are gonna gather at that temple up there.” She pointed to the very decrepit-looking building looming in front of them.

“And you would know this how...?”

“I have my sources.”

“That doesn’t explain anything.”

“Well,” Amy sighed, “it’s a long story... you sure you wanna hear it?”

“... Not really.”

As they approached the temple, a strange uneasiness filled Andrea’s mind.

Are you sure you should be following this dangerous girl into a dangerous place... just for Hibari Kyouya? a tiny voice – her conscience, Andrea guessed – piped up. Andrea stubbornly shut it out. Hibari Kyouya was worth it! And besides, she reasoned, the circumstances can’t be that life-threatening, right?

Oh how wrong she was.

DDD:

... That's it. Imma gonna hafta miss the deadline.

x.o

-nomotivation-

-doesnotwanttowrite-

x__o

DD:

Ohshit the thing is due today.

D:

D:

D:

-runs off to crapify the next chapter-

And this is what you get for procrastinating.

D:

D:

D:

D:

"I met a pretty girl last night. Blonde, I think. I couldn't tell - her hair was on fire. She was one of those, you know. Always talking about herself - me, me, me. Help me. Put me out."

xD

Watched Pink Panther 2 last night. It was hilarious.

Random ninja people: WHAT'S THE PASSWORD?? >O
Dreyfus: AHH! I - I DON'T KNOW!!
Clouseau: AHMBARGAR! >:D
Random ninja people: -leaves-
Dreyfus: The password was hamburger??
Clouseau: No. Ahmbargar.
Dreyfus: I said hamburger.
Clouseau: No, you said ahmberrgar.
Dreyfus: Ambargurr?
Clouseau: Ahmbarghdar.

Clouseau: (to the Pope) Ah. You are very spiritual, yes? 8D
Pope: ... o_O
Clouseau: Yes, I thought so. You see, it is my job to read people. I think I am very good at it.

Woman: How is the case coming?
Clouseau: Let me bring you up to speed. We know nothing. You are now up to speed.


Still no new chapter, I'm afraid. Writer's block attacks. Dx

March Break! :D

-promptly strangled by impatient fans-

Yes yes yes, I realize it's been five days, and I realize I haven't updated yet, and I realize I barely even started the outline for part 11, and I realize I've done nothing yet over these three days of vacation, and I realize that I am screwed, and I realize that people are probably glaring daggers at me through their monitors.

I have 102 words of outline for part 11. Which I just wrote five minutes ago.

D:

D:

D:

-shot-

My eyes hurt. Imma go sleep nao. x.o

-shot again-

On a happier note, I get to be a sleep glutton for a week. Yay for that. 8D

Also also also, we're going out to watch the Pink Panther 2 tomorrow, which is gonna be awesome. :D (And it's probably going to remind me of Ottawa... BUT I DIGRESS. :P)

Oh, speaking of which, I FINALLY decided to do something with those numerous clips and photos I took at Ottawa, and compiled them into a short, five-minute-twenty-four-second long movie thing with awesome background music. Additionally, half the thing is credits. o.o I WIN. (If anybody wants to see it in all its lameness glory, msg me and I'll send. :]) (And yes, I said lameness glory. It is not a typo.)

... So much for going to sleep. :P

Now I really am going to sleep nao. xP

G'night. :)

PS. I WILL DO STUFF TOMORROW. PROMISE. D:
PPS. That does not mean it will be up by tomorrow. So don't get your hopes up too much -coughSARAHcough-

Happy birthday! :D (plus report cards)

I just realized that my blog is now (almost) exactly 6 months old. :O THAT IS HALF A YEAR. THAT IS AWESOME. :D

So, happy birthday blog!

Oh, and also, happy belated birthday to RCII as well, which turned a month old a week ago. :D

And I need a new deadline for P11. That is realistic, mind you, because I am NOT churning out that new chapter tonight. xP

Van got a 91% average, or something. Strangling shall commence nao. Academic homicide is awesome like that. :)

... You know, I actually want to write a fiction with FICTIONAL CHARACTERS now. Having to include everyone in RCII and keeping track of like, thirty different characters is troublesome. x.o

Buuut, I shall not ditch. I wanna see if the thing will last till high school. :O

... I was going to write an interesting thing that happened today, but I forgot.

Presented geo today. It was boring. I stumbled over my words. And I rambled on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on -shot-

You get the point, right?

I now resolve to make my armature harder than Jason's. >:O Although forcing the thing really tight hurts my fingers. And the metal is dangerous - my hands are covered in scratches now, and some of the skin almost peeled off the tips of my fingers because of the tape. O.O (And no, I'm NOT going to show people.)

Also, my person (I really should give my armature a name, shouldn't I...) is very out of proportion right now. I have to make her fatter, or else she would have a huge armpit. o.O

As for watercolours... I PICKED A PICTURE. THAT IS PROGRESS. 8D

Report cards went home for Wongies today (although Ms. Wong just may have made a mistake).


English
Reading - 87
Writing - 87
Oral - 88

I adore (okay, that may not have been the right word) my English marks this term. 8D Except for writing, in which I dropped 1%. NO. REFUSE. D8<<

French
Oral - 82
Reading - 88
Writing - 82

Meh. Oral and Reading both went up 10%, writing stayed the same. I'm happy. :)

Math
Number Sense - 82
Measurement - 95
Data Management/Probability - 88

Ewww. Number Sense went down 3. Dx
Although... ACED MEASUREMENT (sort of) YUSHH. >8DD
The last one with the really long name (why did they put those two strands together...? o.O) is meh. I'm okay with it. :/

Science - 78
EWWW. Went down 2. I think it was because of that mechanical efficiency or whatnot test that half the class bombed. Dx

History - 85
Stayed the same. Yay.

Gym/Health - 85
I MANAGED TO PULL OVER 80% IN GYM. PERSONAL ACHIEVEMENT. 8D
7% improvement. Yippee.

Music - 82
Went down 6. It's because I'm too lazy to do BOPs... xP (also, I can't sight-read for shit, and I'm horrible at rhythms too. Dx)

Art - 82
Also went down 6. Died on mask. Good thing pointillism pulled it up, or I'd end up in the 70s. x.o

Learning Skills
Everything's E except for conflict resolution. o.O So basically they want us to get into conflicts and resolve them instead of avoiding them altogether... SMART LOGIC. xP

"She works efficiently and manages her time well so that she can adhere to established timelines."
LMFAO. NOT. EVEN.

March Break is coming! :D

Also, we shall go on an epic excursion to the mall-that-I-shall-not-name-in-fear-of-being-stalked on Saturday. YAY US. :D (Even though I'll probably end up not buying a single thing... I'M COOL. 8D)

RCII P10

Randomosity Chronicles II - Part 10

Nalini stared at Nicky with huge, watery eyes.

Nicky glared at her, wondering if he should punch her again.

Sandy sighed in exasperation and tried to pull Nalini forward in an attempt to get going, but kind of failed.

Richard stood by awkwardly, sweatdropping.

Yuedi and Van were screaming with laughter behind them.

Sandy considered using the Death Poke on all of them. (Well, except for Richard, since he wasn’t really doing anything.)

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Dana could feel people staring as she dragged a screaming and yelling Andrea determinedly down the sidewalk. Dana didn’t care. She didn’t want Andrea to go off by herself and do something insanely stupid just for Hibari Kyouya. (Knowing Andrea, there was a really high possibility of that happening.)

Ignoring Andrea’s rather... dramatic protests, Dana headed for the alleyway from where she guessed the voices came from.

She was right.

“Sarah, what are you doing??” came Fandi’s voice as Dana rounded the corner. She caught Fandi staring at Sarah with a o__O;;; expression that said, “wtf...?”

“What does it look like?” Sarah grunted as she lifted one of the unconscious ninjas from the ground and huggled it with a :D expression. “I WANT A NINJA, SHUT UP.”

“... O-kay then... suit yourself...”

Meanwhile, Skye dusted himself off (to Angie’s dismay, he was still wearing that weird-looking leopard print shirt thing) and produced Richard’s wallet from his pocket. “I forgot to give you this,” he said, half apologetic and half terrified that Angie will either pounce on him or blow up at him.

To his relief, the rabid fangirl did neither. Instead, she eagerly grabbed the wallet from his hands, practically tore it open, and began rummaging around.

“Alright, let’s see...” She pulled out a few bills and handed them to Fandi. “Count those,” she ordered.

“Why me?” Fandi asked in mock irritation.

“Because you’re special,” Angie replied, not looking up from her exploration of the contents of Richard’s now-nearly-empty wallet. “Let’s see... some coins... and he says he’s deprived,” she scoffed as she shoved the coins at Fandi. “What else... some random student card thing... and... what’s this?” She held up two small paper packets. “Two... condoms?”

“Condoms??” everyone echoed.

Except for Rachel, who was busy laughing hysterically in the background.

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It was dark when the group finally reached the hotel that the band was staying in. Van strode casually over to the coach bus, which was parked rather conspicuously in front of the entrance, and plucked the Grumpy Bird book out of the back. The book left a sharp and quite noticeable dent in the metal.

“Hey Van...” Sandy said slowly, “wouldn’t people, like... see that dent you made in the bus?”

“... SHHH. :D”

Sandy sweatdropped, and mentally cursed the author for putting an emoticon in the middle of a quotation.

“Okay, so now all we have to do is find somewhere to sleep,” Richard said, scanning the area. “I guess we could... hide in a bush or something?”

“Sure,” Sandy agreed, shrugging. “We need to stay hidden, or people will give us weird looks and wonder why there are two of us here.”

Yuedi looked confused. “Wait... why aren’t we going into the hotel?”

Van gave her a -.- look, then silently cussed at the author for making her wear a vaguely constipated expression. “Yuedi, people are going to be in pajamas and shit. Wouldn’t sneaking up on them while they’re sleeping be kind of perverted...?”

“But that’s sort of the point...”

Everyone sweatdropped.

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“Exactly twenty-three dollars and forty-eight cents.” Fandi looked up at Andrea. “Hey Andrea, you know a lot of stuff about Japan. Is this enough to get us even a tiny room?”

Andrea backed away with her hands up. “Woah woah woah, me, an expert on Japan? Are you kidding me? I REJECT!”

Angie had gone back to hugging-slash-strangling Skye. “I don’t think so,” she piped up, her arms locked around him from behind. “I think... we might actually have to spend the night as hobos.”

“But can’t Pikachu teleport us to somewhere else or something?” Mich asked.

“Can’t. Not now, anyway.” Pikachu looked around apologetically. “The necklace got damaged a little when I attacked the ninjas, and it needs a bit of time to repair itself.”

Sarah stared at Mich in shock. “B-b-but... but... Mich!” she shrieked with a D: expression. “How could you not want to be a hobo??”

Mich sweatdropped, but she still had her usual smiley face on, so it looked more like a ^_^” face than a :] face.

“Well, if we’re going to be hobos,” Rachel said, folding her arms, “can we at least do it somewhere else? I don’t want to sleep in an alleyway that’s littered with KO’d ninjas and smells distinctly of old socks.”

“... Now that you mention it, it does smell a bit like old socks,” Dana said with a o__O face, sniffing.

They trooped out of the dark, narrow alley into the darkening streets of Hokkaido, which was noticeably less crowded now that rush hour was over.

Sarah wasn’t really paying attention anymore as she followed her friends.

She was just happy she had her ninja.

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“Why are we here?” Nicky grumbled as the three (well, two – Van was at least saner than the other two, thank you very much) girls dragged him down the softly lit hallway of the hotel. Every step they took was muffled by the worn, beige carpet beneath them.

“Because we’re cool like that,” Yuedi replied casually.

“But this is like, the freaking guys hallway. Why the f**k are we here if I’m the only guy?”

“BECAUSE I WANNA FIND SOME HOT GUYS TO RAPE!” Yuedi shrieked impatiently. “Oh, and don’t censor the word fuck. That’s not cool.”

Everyone gave her a weird look, except Van, who was trying to stifle her laughter. She decided not to tell Yuedi that hot guys did not exist in the band, simply because Van enjoyed watching her prowl around the hotel in the evening in a very stalkerish and perverted way.

Suddenly, a loud voice came from behind one of the white doors.

“HEELLOWWW?? ECKAHSKEWZZZAHH MEEE, IZZ ZEES ZA MACKUDONALDDDZZZ?? I VUD LYKE TO ORDARR ZE ZOMBARGARR PLEEEEZZZ. ZHOMBERGUUURRR!! ZAHOMBRARGRARRRRR!! ZAMOMBOMRBARBERGRARARARRR!!!!”

Beep. Beep. Beep.

There was silence, and then uproarious laughter.

Nalini looked at Van in confusion.

“What the hell’s a zumbargur?”

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Sandy felt kind of awkward as she walked as quietly as she could down the designated “girls hallway”. Behind her, Richard ambled casually after her with a 8D face.

“I’m totally not a pervert,” he informed Sandy, correctly guessing what she was thinking about.

“Sureeee...” Sandy retaliated, rolling her eyes.

In another dimension, the author silently hoped that Richard in the Real World won’t totally kill her for writing that.

Sandy stopped at one of glossy, white doors and stared at it, furrowing her brow as if she was trying to remember something.

“I think it was this one...” she muttered, poking at the card slot as if she could magically force the door open that way. Richard watched her for a few seconds before shrugging slightly and continuing on his merry way.

He stopped when he heard a familiar voice. Two, actually.

“... NO, DIE!”

“AHAHAHAHAHA!”

Richard pressed his ear against the door to eavesdrop, although he didn’t really need to, since one of the voices was shouting at the top of her lungs, while the other was laughing uncontrollably.

“RAWR, NO, STUPID THING, STOP DOING THAT!”

There was a crashing sound, then some banging, and then the sound of... a kettle?

“Wow Mich, is that even drinkable?”

“Shut up, it’s awesome.”

The sound of clinking silverware drowned out the voice of a person, which sounded like it was coming from the TV. Then, the sound of water pouring... and footsteps thumping straight towards the door.

“OKAY RACH, LET’S GIVE THIS TO MS. WONG NAO!”

“LOL SURE!”

Richard began to panic, remembering Sandy’s warning about staying hidden, and looked frantically around for somewhere to hide. However, before he could take a step, the door was flung open and kind of clubbed him in the face.

Rachel stared.

Richard, unfortunately, could not stare back because he was too busy clutching his face in pain.

Mich stood there staring at both of them, a mug of steaming, bittersweet-smelling, freshly-brewed coffee in her hands.

Nyah.

Since I'm not that screwed anymore, I'll post. :D

No new chapter. Again. BUT IT WILL BE UP BY THURSDAY EVENING, I PROMISE. UNLESS SARAH BUGS ME. IN THAT CASE IT WILL BE SATURDAY EVENING. SO IF I END UP NOT POSTING P10 ON THURSDAY, IT'S SARAH'S FAULT. :D

Whew. Caps kind of scare me now. o.o Nalini's allcapsyness kind of rubs off on you, and irritates you at the same time. It's a wonderful contradiction, isn't it? :)

Finished geography a few hours ago, but it's only 14 slides, including bibliography and title page. And an entire slide devoted to a map. I am sad. ;-;

Got an 85.07% average this termmm~ Although I know that Tangay (that's pronounced tan-JAY, not tan-GAY, by the way ;3 -ispromptlyshot-) and Jay-sawn (LOL) and other people are going to get better than me. D: Overachievers vs. Underachiever = LOSE. (for me, that is. :P)

Today, Wongies were assigned to tutor the Grade 6's for music. I don't know how the other instruments did (we were isolated in the hallway), but the flute "tutoring" session was really kind of sad. People... just stood there, going like "UHM." And the kids just sat there in their chairs, going like "UHM." And then we "UHM."ed for basically the entire thing, until Mr. Lew came and did stuff. Additionally, we tried not to act all immature and swearing and using flutes as weapons, but we kind of failed in that aspect. It is very sad.

Butbutbut, it wasn't entirely uneventful. There was this one girl, I think her name was Nicole or something, and she couldn't get the hang of blowing into the flute, and was all "ARGH GO DIE IN A HOLE >:OO" at the mouthpiece/headjoint thing. The other two were pretty good, although they don't really tongue. We tried playing Hot Cross Buns (that really irritating newbie song) together, but that sort of didn't work. And then Nalini and Andrea wandered off somewhere, arguing. And then Nicole asked me why Van was short. And I was like, "LMFAOO" and Van was like ".__.;;;" and Natalie was like, "... lolwhut? o.o" and Andrea and Nalini were like, not paying attention.

And that is the sort-of-interesting-but-not-really thing that happened today.

Rachel is out. Without posting that new chapter.

:)

-runs-

Ohdayum.

I just realized I haven't blogged for five days. o.o

Of course, the reason being that I am procrastinating writing chapter 10 for RCII. Also, I am screwed.

... My grammar fails me today. Spaz, inner grammar nazi, spaz. (And yes, "nazi" in grammar nazi is lowercase. It is not a typo.)

Let's list all the things that I need to do over the next week before March Break so that I don't forget. xP

- Science. Ohhhh dear goddess, science. We're gonna fail SO. MUCH.
- Journal. Can sorta BS that. xP
- Narrative. I currently have 801 words out of the 3000 word limit. And it's due Tuesday. Dx
- Math. I chose my stocks though, so that's a good thing. :)
- Geography. DEAD FOR THAT, HANDS DOWN. x.x
- Armature/watercolours. Shit.
- Panorama for IT. Double shit.
- Spazzing over report cards. Triple shit.

I think I forgot something. But I have to get back to work. Aslkdjflsja.

Procrastinating = bad.

I'll fix the habit. Eventually.

-shot-

Sarah is a plate now. (RCII P9)

Trufax. :O

Didn't die completely on math test. :D

Okay Angie, stop badgering me about this nao.

Richard = new rabid fan. Dayum.


Randomosity Chronicles II - Part 9

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Nalini asked as the group watched the band walk by from behind a tree.

“Well, we might as well follow these people to get some answers,” Sandy said, shrugging. “We have nothing better to do here anyway.”

“But how will stalking ourselves be any help to us...?” Van wanted to know, sweatdropping. Sandy pretended to ignore her.

They stopped when the band started boarding the coach bus that they traveled around in.

“Yeah, exactly,” Nalini said, as if trying to make a point. “How are we supposed to follow them now?”

“Like so,” Van replied, chucking her Grumpy Bird book at the bus, which stuck into the metal like a shuriken. Attached to the book was a long white string.

“Where’d you get the string from?” Sandy asked as Van held the rest of the string in her hand, clumped up in a big ball, and allowing it to unravel as the bus traveled farther and farther away.

“The Art Room. String is fun. You never know when it might come in handy,” Van said, smiling evilly. “Now all we do is follow the string, and we’ll be at the hotel.”

“But what if the book falls off the bus?” Richard wanted to know.

“It won’t,” Van reassured him. “That is the MAGICAL GRUMPY BIRD BOOK OF DOOM, so it’s impossible for it to be taken out by anything or anyone other than me.”

“You have that much power over it, huh?” Yuedi muttered under her breath. Van smiled sweetly at her, and she sweatdropped.

“Oh no!” Nalini yelled suddenly. Everyone jumped and looked at her in panic.

Nalini’s eyes were wide with anxiety. “We have to walk? I’m gonna go cry now!”

Nicky promptly punched her in the face.

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Everyone stared.

“Hey, I knew Mich was ninja, but I never knew that she was like this,” Sarah whispered to Angie, who nodded absentmindedly. Sarah, noticing this, made a pouty face at her. “Are you even listening to me?”

“Shut up, I’m watching Skye’s uber ninja-ass-kickery awesomeness,” Angie replied impatiently, waving a dismissive hand at her.

Sarah decided to deal with this in a perfectly mature way and stuck her tongue out at her.

On the other side of the alleyway, Rachel and Fandi also watched in amazement.

“See, isn’t Pikachu pro?” Rachel asked Fandi in excitement. “Omigosh, an Iron Tail attack! GOGOGO! AHA! You ninja peoples got your asses whooped, hell yeah!”

“Well, you're high,” Fandi said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “Are you like, a Pokemon freak or something?”

“Yes,” came the simple answer.

“Oh good job.”

“What, would you like me to be obsessed with CSI: Miami instead and have you guys all brutally murdered or something?”

“No, it’s okay.”

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“PIII... KAA... CHUUUUUUUU!!!”

“... Did you hear something?” Andrea asked her new companion as the two set off down the crowded streets of Hokkaido.

“Hmm? Nope,” Dana answered, reaching behind her head to retie her ponytail. “What, did you?”

Andrea shrugged. “I dunno, it sounded a bit like ‘PIII... KAA... CHUUUUUUUU!!!’. You sure you didn’t hear it?”

Dana tilted her head, listening carefully, but all she heard was the noise of the crowd around them.

“您去現在死!!!”

“Are you sure you didn’t hear that?” Andrea asked incredulously, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, this time I did,” Dana said, looking back at Andrea with a weirded-out expression on her face. “Isn’t that like, Chinese or something? I heard Van or Simon or someone speak something like that back in Crosby...”

“Nah, it’s totally Canadian,” Andrea replied casually, shrugging.

“But they didn’t say ‘eh’ at the end of their sentence,” Dana pointed out.

“Really? Sounded a lot like ‘您去現在死ehhhhh!!!’ to me.”

“Anyway, shouldn’t we go check it out?”

“B-b-but...” Andrea made a sulky face at her. “What about Hibari? I CAN’T DITCH HIBARI! NEVER! NEVERRRRR!!!”

Dana stepped back slightly. “Wow, Andrea needs to take a chill pill,” she muttered under her breath. “Now, what to do...”


I should go work on narrative/geo/something else that I am screwed for. Byebye.