Bookworm

So I've selected my books, and awaiting Mr Wise's approval on them.

*Cross fingers*

Lets just hope this turns out to be a good choice. Because honestly, I'm really terrified of this first book by Forster. BOOK, Y U NO LESS PAGES? D:

Today...

I believed again.

And then, I started drowning myself once more.

That is why I am a failure.





Ducking Around

So my Kor and I joined our cousins for lunch this afternoon, and we were wondering why they chose such a faraway location just to EAT. Plus, I wasn't in a very agreeable mood because I'd missed swimming, it was late, I was worried for my work, and I didn't feel like going.

All in good time, Esther. Like God says; all things work out for good. Well, eventually.

Lunch turned out to be a pretty awesome time...food was awesome. Who knew Vietnamese food could be that delicious? But no bother with the muddle over that. The point is, Ruth was amazing fascinated by the small group of ducks that were waddling and swimming about on the lake at the area where the restaurant was located. She wandered off while the rest of us sat and ate and talked, and didn't return.

We later found her by the steps trying to talk to the ducks. Or so Kor and I were joking.

Oh well.

Join her. Why not?

Oh noes!

Turns out there were geese too. Two, one white and one brown. While the ducks were acting like their distant cousins and being chickens by keeping their distance, the brown goose put on a pretty fearless act.

He walked up to us.

Right out of the water....

..and started flapping his wings.

Like, LOL.

I guess it was really comical, when the white one followed suit in his actions.

And then my aunt showed up with a loaf of bread she'd bought at the store, and the moment we threw a tiny piece, chaos ensued.

The two geese started yelping like hungry dogs, and it was hilarious. But scary. I was half-afraid they were gonna come up to me and start a peck attack for the bread I held in my hand.

Besides, they were slowly but surely waddling towards us. Ruth freaked out when he put his beak in her face, and we both went flapping away ourselves. Hahahahahaa.. ha.

You gotta admit, Brown Goose had guts to approach us up close.

While they pruned themselves, we posed.

(Oh, and that bread bag floating on the water ain't ours. Stupid irresponsible people. Ruining the wonderful artificial beauty of the lake.)

 After we'd ran out of bread, the poor feathered residents still remained hopeful for more. I felt pretty bad, and would've bought more bread but we had to leave. *SOB* I did so love feeding ducks. Who knew there was such satisfaction watching the battle for bread amongst pea-brained webbed-feet creatures?

One last official photo.

See that bread bag at the bottom left? Yes, that's ours. And we threw it away.

In the dustbin. WE'RE GOOD PEOPLE. *Cough*

Oh, and also, I forgot to mention that whilst the feeding frenzy, shoals of fish and two tortoises decided to come join in the free meal too. I can't remember the countless times a fish nicked the bread from the edge of a duck's beak. I figured the fish didn't need anymore food(technically the ducks and geese didn't either, look at their size! Ready for roasting.), so I threw the bread as close as possible to the feathery ones. I guess you could say I'm quite biased. Oh well. I eat fish, not ducks.

I tried my best to get some bread into the poor little bumbling tortoise's mouth, but it was just too slow. I felt so sorry for it, cause I have a soft spot for little tortoises having had them for years as pets.

Still, I think the little things get food everyday from the students who have nothing better to do but throw food at them. They're well fed, I believe.

I do want to go back and feed those ducks again, but it'll prolly never be the same with students running around and not a single moment's peace anywhere. I guess; I'll just have to wait.

Patience is not one of my better virtues.

What I Did Last Summer

Oh, the things I did for CAS.

Reminiscing about IB always does this to me. And I figured that since I'm no longer gonna keep these photos, I might as well blog about them to show everyone what a bugger CAS hours can be to us students. Oh, but what the heck. Memories; woo!

This...was not the best memory ever. D:

More like, 9 hours of pure torture that sticks to my head forever. I was in so much pain; I don't know how I managed to get home sane.

HEY! Unintended poetry! 

*Cough* Moving on..

If you must know, the picture above is related to this one right here.

Selling T-shirts in the name of cancer awareness can be quite daunting.

It wasn't necessarily exhausting, but in fact I'd prefer to be up and doing something. Problem was, sales were incredibly and sadly slow that Sunday, Lysa and I barely sold much compared to the year before(or so our supervisor was bragging to us about how crowded it was and how he superman-ed his way through a request for 60 t-shirts of different sizes all by himself), and we were, honestly, pretty disappointed.

Nobody likes to sit and do nothing at a booth. And I couldn't even play my iPod because it would seem rude if a customer came to enquire and stuff.

Back at school, I learned a few things about what Benny(our supervisor) thought of us.

Phoebe came round telling me that he told her he felt Lysa and I were like statues the whole time. I LOL-ed at that; but at the same time I was pretty annoyed. Dude, we're sitting there the whole hours doing nothing, we've talked almost to our utmost ability and capacity! How dare he compare the environment to that of crickets chirping. The nerve.

THIS...

....made a pretty good show XD.

Poor Isaac, he had to deal with an impatient me, a sister who lost her temper on him, and getting replaced as navigator by my brother. I felt so bad for him after it ended, but that's the best thing about Isaac. He's blessed with amazing patience and near-impossible inability to lose his temper. Though you never know; and I wouldn't because I'm not that close to Isaac.

But if the event comes round again this year...honestly. No more driving for me. I'm just gonna follow and be the stupid fish in the car. :D

BROGAAAA! 

The endurance camp had its ups and downs, its highs and lows. I didn't enjoy the 'endurance' part of it, but certain times it was pretty fun. The fun factor decreased, however, when I injured my hands during the obstacle course(Adrian and Chris would have owned the entire thing by showing off their parkour skills to perfection), and lived in fear of infection because we were constantly thrown into the water. I'm not usually one to fuss about water-borne bacteria and viruses, except this time round I really did NOT trust what they had in that 'lake'. *Shudder* 

I made myself focus by convincing myself with bio facts: That no matter what sort of bacteria entered my blood, my amazing and highly reliable white blood cells would come eat them up soon as the alarm sets off. In the meantime, I prayed that those platelets in my body wake up and start weaving that mesh to create a scab before I ripped my skin open any worse.

But anyways. Those days are over now ):

I heard that Ms Val and Mr Josh are planning a community service trip to Cambodia for my IB mates, and it makes me wanna kill myself for dropping out. Partly also because I kinda miss my friends there still; everyday I just wonder whether I will be able to find anyone or any friends I can develop a real friendship with. It's like, I feel rather left out everywhere I go. I don't seem to be very good at making friends, and having a truckload of people who love you in every department.

 Oh well. There's no turning back now. I've started this race; I have to finish it.

Amused?

Okay so I've made some drastic changes to my blog. Honestly, I thought it looked pretty at first, but now the intense red is becoming a little too overwhelming. Also, it has NOTHING to do with the upcoming Chinese New Year. I don't hold with CNY celebrations too much... traditions have seemingly gotten burnt out within me. Any sort of culture left in me has seemed to have evolved.

But anyways.
I've removed my chatbox.
I've removed technically everything.
Except my history.
Cause people wanna stalk me.
Do mark the title above it.
But I'm getting off topic again.
So.

Do enjoy burning your eyes out in this fiery red page. Maybe I'll change it to white or something, or find a personalized template(Gahh. Too lazy lahhh!). Oh, and one more thing.
My 'profile' photo is not a photo of me, its a DRAWING of me. Just in case anyone thought I drew it, but I didn't. All credits go to Ms. Sarah-Frank for being the awesome artist who bothered to even draw a photo of a reasonably decent-looking me and my stalker.

And that was because I didn't have another picture, all my saved photos are either in my old laptop or my hard drive which I can't be bothered to take out at the moment. Besides, I think the color suited the background of the blog anyway. But nevermind. Be amused by these changes. Because there are lots more coming.

And coming.
And coming.

Blame Game

Play the blame game.

*ding* You're at the receiving end of it.

Changed

Have I changed much?

Same hair, same eyes, same smile, same bulat face, same skin tone, same chubby cheeks.

Minus the fact my face became bulat-er, my teeth became straighter(on the account of suffering for months under the strain of braces), my bangs disappeared, my hair became wilder, and of course, my grin became less cheeky.

Mom thinks that old photo is cute. On the other hand, all mothers adore those old photos with their kids grinning enthusiastically at the camera and doing weird antics that are the reasons their children suffer from embarassment for the rest of their teenage lives.

I didn't even realize it till I propped my student ID up against the frame, and noted the keen resemblance. That photo isn't too bad, it's decent compared to others that should be hidden away and never found again, in my opinion.

You know why?

Precisely.

That's why.

There are just some photos that cannot see the light of day. EVER.

Anyways, I've been feeling much better today after a horrific fever scare yesterday(do read my wonderful little masterpiece below, won't you?), after sleeping so much I do believe I was under hibernation.

I missed school today(regret), and all I'm worried about is having to bother with catching up with one day of absence. Grrrrr.

Sore Throat is still here. It's extremely annoying. But I had bird's nest just now, and it was like heaven.

YESILOVEBIRDSNEST.

Deal with it. I'm still chinese after all.

... though when my mom's friend came just now, she remarked that I looked more and more like a Malay girl. Wonder what my grandma will say to that. XD

Fever

Hellooooo fever!

I haven't seen you in a long, long time now. Your last visit was like, when? Oh yes, it was nearly a decade ago. It's amazing how you have isolated me and avoided me all these years..whatever have I done to be at the ignoring end of you? Instead, it's your little sisters, Flu and Cold, and your younger brother, Sore Throat, that have been regularly paying me a visit every now and then. It's tough making room for them when they randomly just show up and expect me to treat them like my VIP guests. But I don't have a choice.. I have to. I feed them honey water, garlic pills, Redoxen, occasionally they get oranges cause they love vitamin C, and of course I give them the best, most comfortable bed in the world. Mine, that is. They love it. They always spend hours and hours in it, even if they don't really sleep most of the time, due to their hyper activity.

Have you ever heard of the time when all three of your siblings came to stay? It was pure havoc. At first, Sore Throat showed up and for the first time, he was the most demanding little thing I had ever had to entertain. Nothing kept him quiet..honey water, garlic pills, sleep...none of them. I was on the verge of exasperation and then guess who showed up? Oh yes, Cold! She was also immensely difficult. I don't know why you've never kept her under control as the older sister, but honestly, she was behaving like nothing but a spoilt brat. It was sooo annoying, nothing kept her quiet either! Not even oranges, or hot baths and showers, she continued to whine like a little girl. At the same time, Sore Throat was throwing fits of tantrums, and I was at my wits' end as to how to deal with these entirely spoilt and ungrateful things who refused to leave till they were satisfied. Unfortunately, nothing seemed to satisfy them, and I had to put up with them for TWO WEEKS. Two weeks of hell, it was.

Or so I thought. See, I had been so occupied with the two that I didn't notice Flu sneaking in for her usual stay as well. I was not expecting her. At all. And she made no sound at her presence, but she just added to the havoc which was pretty much a tornado in my sights. Little did I know, her mood was worse than she usually was. While often moody, this time, she was nearly ten times of that. And my ignorance of her only made her even more motivated to add to my misery. She quietly aggravated her younger siblings, and sat back and watched as they plagued me with infected green phlegm(sometimes Cold would throw in red blood specks as well), unending sneezes, watery red eyes, and they Sore Throat was doing a tremendous job stabbing endlessly at my trachea. Oh, and Cold constantly troubled me with a blocked nose so I could not sleep, and had to entertain her instead.

I will not tell you how I finally got rid of them. Because, its a little secret that would only make you want to come back for more. No, never! Though, of all the siblings, Fever, you are the most matured and less problematic one. I don't mind you coming for visits. Well, as long as your mood stays mild and doesn't start boiling like a kettle of water.

Thank you for bringing along your little brother Sore Throat again. He seems to like my place. I wonder why though? And he's not been very happy with his usual honey water...I think I might have to pull out the big guns if he starts his tantrums again. But anyway, not to worry. I won't harm the little thing. I'm actually going to treat him for once tomorrow, by giving him Bird's Nest Soup, which I think he'd like. Maybe you'd like it too. Either ways, don't you worry about me not fulfilling my current duties to you.. the Panadol pill is riiiight next to me now, and I know you're salivating for it. But you gotta wait. Cause I can't think thoroughly with my English homework if you start getting all high with the Panadol. It makes my head spin. Though you're already gladly doing that..along with your other usual gifts of head-throbbings, and body aches, and dizziness. They're very much appreciated.

I hope you have a pleasant stay here, but do mind your manners. I don't tolerate misbehavior!

-Dedicated to all the sick people out there; I hope you all had a good laugh! Okay, so maybe its not thaaat funny, but yeah, that was the best I could come up with. Credits go to Fever, for igniting the idea within me. And Sore Throat, for being a huge pain.

Peace out!

Fears

I miss.

My friends in IB. Ms. Val. Theater. The quietness. The peaceful surroundings. The casual walks around Plaza Damas. Starbucks Coffee. Gen-Y. i-Zone. The library. Fried Rice(SOBS).

I do not miss.

French. English. Business. Maths. Biology. Theory of Knowledge. The annoying pressure of having to rack up CAS hours. Setting appointments to meet Ms. Tash. The process and paperwork in CAS. THE CHILLING COLD. My lack of sleep. Moi Moi's nagging. MATH(Again!). Driving home after classes. The long hours. Carrying out experiments. The literature content in English(NO I do not like IKWTCBS, Sylvia Plath's depressive poems of self-destruction, and I lost my Siddharta book. Gladly too.).

I am, however, trying to adjust my timetable now so it will enable me to pay a visit to TCSH. It also means that I might have to take three classes in a row(whew!), which is practically almost four hours in a row every single day D:  Mom told me to try and change my math class to 8am(shudder), as it will be easier for me to find parking in the early mornings. Problem? Oh yeah of course. MY BRAIN DOESN'T FUNCTION AT 8AM IN THE MORNING. And seriously, math..? Of all subjects? Oh sure, it would like, so work out well when I start snoozing in class.

I might have to bother poor Ms Caryn again tomorrow, if my schedule changes are not successful(She told me to check at the end of today to confirm my application, and I just checked it just now and nope, it was the same.) or to enquire about switching to an earlier math class.

It has been difficult adjusting to the new environment. I am completely and utterly bemused by the stark contrast it has with my previous campus. However, unlike many people who make friends easily and go around having so much fun since day one, I am the living epitome of the foreveralone meme. I'm not even kidding. I'm having so much trouble getting to know my new classmates, and there are completely different people in all three classes.. which do not help. Not one bit.

My breaks have so far not been fun at all. The internet is terrible on campus, there's no place to sit quietly and just chill by yourself(I do that a lot in Hartamas; just me and a hot cup of coffee at Starbucks. Heaven.), the chaos is no fun when you see everyone hanging out with each other and you're just kinda stuck there by yourself not knowing what to do. I really hate the first few days. I hate the transition.
It's VERY pathetic and sad. I am very well aware of it.

I've not had the best pals during IB, but I was comfortable enough with them because we were such a tight-knit bunch of people. There were just 21 of us, and the seniors. Slowly, I got to know them, got to talk to them. Even when I was left alone, I didn't mind. Gen-Y was a nice place to be in, to surf the net, or I usually went out by myself to get a snack or coffee at Starbucks. Here in Subang, there is no place that is peaceful. It's nothing but noise, chaos, noise, and chaos.

This has me wondering whether there is something wrong with my attitude. I haven't been feeling very well after coming home from cell yesterday night, and today I am feeling the exact same way. There's a feeling of intense anxiety and worry that is consuming me. Okay, this is gonna turn into another depressing story, so if you're not up for it, look away, NOW. I was flipping through last year's Gemala edition that Joel brought back, and suddenly all the past failures and unfulfilled desires that I had so eagerly planned to do in high school came rushing back into my head. All the fear returned. My anxiety heightened once more.

What if I remain forever like this? If its like this now..surely its only going to get worse once I enter university? And I'll be abroad too, away from home, away from my family. I'll have to solve, face things alone, by myself. Learn to be independent.

That's the problem with me. I'm such a fearful person. I am afraid of risks..of change, of something different. I take a long time to adapt. I am already afraid of life in university in an alien environment, I won't know what to do. I'm not an independent person. I live in a shell.

I prayed yesterday and cried out to God to ease my fears, to give me some sort of bravery for me to face things by myself for once. I've always admired those people who travel on their own, and sort things out by themselves. I don't know how to do that. High school has made me into what I am today...but there's no point going back and blaming the past. I am to blame too, for not making the effort to try and change my ways or get over my fear and social awkwardness.

And my timetable has so far remained as it is..looks like tomorrow I will have to attend class at 2.15 again and mimic the foreveralone meme for two breaks once more. I am going to insist on changing it to three classes straight. Tomorrow, I'm getting it straightened out.

Gosh, I hate college. Already.

I'm Just A Kid

Once a kid.. always a kid.

I relived that statement one day during a random visit to the toy store. Ah memories. Who doesn't love running around like a jakun screaming at the sight of toys, toys, and more toys? :D

...oh, and if you're bringing with you four mature young men who whine and are at high risk of a sugar rush, then you know you're in for it.

From left: Chipmunk, Poser, and..er.. Ajay.

I'm supposed to look like I'm holding him hostage, but nooooo, Shia had to go spoil the photo with his chipmunk-ness, and made me look like a chipmunk chewing on his lightsabre too. FAIL.

No, he wasn't trying to destroy the ship. XD

It's a camera trick. I mean, I thought he was gonna throw it like a javelin or a frisbee or something..but, yeah...nevermind..... ahem.

I didn't really know what Yip was up to when he started donning those masks.

He was like a kid in a candy store(LOL) when he discovered the section with superhero masks on. And somehow went mad putting them on and making a fool of himself and embarrassing the rest of us as Wolverine, Spider-Man, a dude that looked like a contractor, and..of course, a pose with Prime. XD

Too bad the helmet was fixed in a box. I think they did that on purpose in case little kids squeezed them on and make off with it for free. I would too. As a five-year-old boy crazed-obsessed with Transformers.

Ah, kids.

For once, Smiley had the upper hand! He's paying back Yip for all those years of suffering he had to endure. Poor poor Smiley. XD

We all kinda thought Yip looked terrible as Wolverine. But nobody said so. Because we enjoyed allowing people to stare at him.

"OMG MOM! LEGO BLOCKS!"

..That used to be me! I mean..sitting at the little table and building stuff out of the miserly amount of bricks they gave us. I remember I fought with this foreign girl once, while we sat building our suff. Before you start making any *COUGH* judgments(!), it was NONE of my fault! I was being a sweet little kid that was defending her younger friend from bullies like foreignerswhocomeherethinkingthey'rethebossandactingallhighandmightylookingdowntheirnosesatthelocalpeople

andpuffingtheirchestsandcheeksoutandtryingtoscareuswiththeirfierceglaresandmeanlooksandtryingto

makeyourunbygivingyouhorriblefirstimpressionssoyoufeelasifyouwannakillthemforbeing

eversoantisocialandawkwardandmakingmefeelasifwe'retheonesdoingeverythingwrong

whenallthewhileallthesepeopledoisjustcomeinvadeyourhomecountryandpretendtheylikeyou

butnooooothesewhitepeoplejustdon'titsallliesItellyouliieeeessss....

..okay so perhaps I got too carried away with my personal thoughts. ahem. Heh. Anyways. Ton continue with my ever so interesting story in my past.

I was about maybe 6,7, maybe 8..when I was in a toy store with my younger friend and we discovered the lego table and started occupying ourselves by building skills on the table.

Then...BAM, this young girl slightly older than me comes and sits down with her sister at the same table. Well, we didn't have a problem with that, sharing is caring, is it not?

My friend and I were just there...peacefully minding our own business...happily and quietly comparing our buildings..when this girl decides that she didn't share the concept I mentioned above.

Oh no, she didn't. She didiiiiin't.

So she makes a grab at my friend's bricks, and snatches away some valuble accessories and other building materials. I looked up when she cried out, and reprimanded the girl for the selfish thing she did right in front of our eyes(Hey, I may be young but I ain't gonna let some selfish little snob come run me over. I wasn't scared of yelling either.). My friend protested, and all she did was wave her off, saying she 'didn't need it' or something like that(Seriously, the memory of it now makes me wish I could go back and give that kid one nice big SLAP to teach her some good lessons about manners) in a really rude way.

I was not a happy person. I was blazing hot with madness.

I snatched away some of the stuff she had stolen, but she managed to save some. She, however, never tried to grab mine because I was either too far away or she didn't dare(HAH!). However, my friend suffered the most. The girl grabbed her Caterpillar(the only thing I clearly remembered her grabbing cause my friend was all like "HEY! MY CATERPILLAR!!" when she snatched it. Isn't she such a sweet kid stealing caterpillars?) and I tried to grab it back but...

..let's not go into details. XD Bottom line is, that kid is a..a... spoilt rotten brat. I think we had a pretty major battle in that toy store. Hahahaha. KIDS, indeed.

Now when I'm recalling it, I can't really tell if that girl was foreign or not. Her face is pretty sketchy, but I do believe she was a foreigner. Or was she Indian? D: Now I'm doubtful.

But I think she spoke with an accent..so..I'm pretty sure she was a tourist or an expat..

..too bad she wasn't white though. Had she been white I'd have given her a punch in the face. Cause I only punch white people. KIDDING.

... I love my white friends. Matthew, don't take this to heart just because I said you're my punching bag, kays? :DD

Okays..moving on..

Strength doesn't cost a penny.

Ajay is big, tall, strapping...and unable to carry Yip XD. Instead, it went vice versa. Considering the fact Yip is missing a whole lot of inches compared to Ajay, that was quite an amazing feat. I told Ajay he has to start lifting weights and working out...but, despite the humiliation, I don't think he took it seriously. Sigh.

(The above statement also applies to a certain buddy of mine who hates to work out. I told him multiple times that I'm stronger than him -and I'm a girl too, goodness!-, but I don't think he got the hint. So yeah. You there. Yes. I know you're reading this. Go lift weights or something. Or crunches. Or pushups. Or else one day I'll be the one carrying you around in the toy store. Would you like the humiliation as well? ;D Bahahaha.)

I definitely had a good time out that day. I figured that since tonight is my last night of freedom before college tomorrow morning, I might as well blog about this before its too late. I was planning on watching Pride And Prejudice tonight, but somehow got caught up and decided to complete my blogging first. By the time this is done, it's time for bed! Which is..now, I believe XD. Have school tomorrow. SIGH.

Goodnight world. ;)

It's been a pleasure to entertain you.

Hypocrisy

"Don't go and be a hypocrite and go to church and praise God when you're not even obeying His word."

For once, I think I agree with you. Have fun at Sunday service tomorrow.

Tired

Stop pretending. All you do is make my life a misery.

Take back all your words. You've lost my trust again.

Chocolate People

Ever heard of chocolate people? 

I intended to write about this awhile back, but somehow forgot. But yes, this post is about chocolate people. Or families. Yeah, families would be a better word.

Anyways, the point is, this got me going after I saw a couple at the mall on New Year's Eve. The husband was black and the wife was(possibly) Eurasian(I thought she looked Eurasian, but she definitely has white blood as part of her genes) or white, whichever. The lady was carrying their little baby which was a total adorable bundle *gushes*, as most babies are. Except hers was obviously a mixture of white and black, genes, and is what I often brand as 'chocolate' kids.

It's not a bad term, mind you! Chocolate babies are adorable, and have all the best genes. Well, mostly XD. And they're unique. They're neither white nor black. They're chocolate! Actually, in the film Australia, they called these half-white-half-black kids 'creamy', or 'Creamies', in reference to their creamy-colored skin. Very much like chocolate, I believe. Milk chocolate that is. 

Therefore, I have come up with a very subjective(but very logical) equation on these sort of mixed families. 

DARK CHOCOLATE+WHITE CHOCOLATE= MILK CHOCOLATE

;D 

Tell me I'm wrong? 

For example:

White Chocolate+Dark Chocolate

=

Milk Chocolates! :D

Sorry, just had to do that. I'm not much of a celebrity watcher, but I've always been fascinated by Heidi Klum and Seal, the way they are so different in culture and appearance and yet are drawn to one another. And I've always been amazed at the complete stark contrast between husband and wife, and the adorableness of their milk chocolate children. They were the subjects of interest that had me cooking up that ridiculous equation up there. 

But I do think chocolate families are really cute. Just like the couple and their kid which I saw in the mall. The husband was completely dark-skinned, closer to the color black, with dark eyes and hair, and the wife was blonde-ish with porcelain skin and grayish-steel eyes. And the kid was, as I predicted, chocolate-skinned. Milk chocolate-skinned. And so awesomely adorable. I was gushing like a little girl over her new baby sister or something. 

Opposites attract? 

Perhaps that theory is right to a certain extent.

But I do like it better than 'Two birds of a feather flock together'. 

I think that theory only applies to friendships. Relationships? I hardly think so. But that's my opinion. Many people would care to object based on their preferences and such. 

Either ways. I have presented my equation here. 

This is pretty random. But this is my blog. And I shall be random when I want to. 

*Happy New Year!* 

First post of 2012, *poof*!