Just Business

I was doing a barter trade with someone, and he demanded that I show him something 'gorgeous, adorable, and involving a floppy hat' in return for something else.

Hmmmm.

Challenge Accepted.

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Nothing is impossible!

I win.

HAH.

Pay up, kiddo! :D

Glitched

I spent Saturday night enjoying a movie with my brother, despite a very bad movie choice, it was an action film which I'd yet to watch. Heck, why not? It's holidays, duh, but I think I've repeated that enough.

Anyways, we watched 'Wrath of the Titans', complete with surround stereo sound loud enough to make the ground rumble. We put the volume as soft as possible, just enough for us to hear their voices speaking; but apparently it wasn't -quite- enough. The next morning mum related to me what happened the night before upstairs:

 "What's that noise? Sounds like thunder. Is it going to rain?"

*Looks out of window* "No.. the sky looks clear.."

 "There's the rumbling again. Omg, is that music I hear??"

"No, no.. I think it's thunder.. has to be thunder..,"

"Where got so loud until it shakes the floor?!"

"Oh yah hor. I hear music also..,"

XD. Yay blur parents. Dad and Mum disputed over the mystery of the rumbling thunder till Dad came down and went beserk over our 'loud' volume. He then preceded to change some settings which only muffled the speeches of the characters and had us kids complaining. Geez, dad.. keep your fingers to yourself.

But but but.. yeah, fun stuff aside, here's the mythology that inspired this Hollywood film that's filled with holes in every plot line:

Um.

Not exactly kid-friendly, but don't worry, this part of Greek mythology wasn't included in the movie. The portrayed character, Cronus, or Kronos, though, was in there as the final baddie or something. Turns out he's actually Zeus' and Hades' and Poseidon's daddy whom they overthrew before locking him up in some underworld place called Tartarus and 'forcing' poor Hades to guard him. Lol, talk about siblinghood. Oh, and the picture up there is from classic original stories.. Cronus apparently knew this prophecy that his kids would overthrow him one day, so he ate all of them the moment his wife gave birth to ensure that it never came to pass. Irony, it seems, since he himself overthrew his own dad before him. No wonder this was a start of one helluva dysfunctional family.

You got that right woman. 

Your husband-brother has a weird craving for kids... your kids. 

Other pictures I found were just.. way too gory and violent and gross and evil, so I picked a cuter version for PG purposes :D. 

But to continue my story from research.. Cronus couldn't prevent it after all. The prophecy thing, I mean. His wife(also incidentally his sister, Rhea, which just makes me feel extremely jelat), concealed the final birth of their son Zeus, after Cronus ate like, six or seven of her kids. And then you can figure out the story yourself from there.. Zeus was raised by so-and-so(I read it was his grandma Gaia), overpowered his old man, made him puke out his brothers and sisters, and rounded them up to overpower him and together they took over the world as 'gods'. Greek mythology is interesting... but weird. For goodness sake, Zeus, stop having kids with every woman and every creature. You're one sick person. He should be the god of lust or something, not the god of thunder. Apparently Aphrodite is the god of love and lust, but I don't see HER sleeping around with multiple men.. geez. Whoever created these 'gods' must've been drunk that night when he wrote out these stories.

Oh.. say hi to Kronos. 

This was the evil evil bad daddy in the film. He's so evil, he puts all domestic abusers to shame. I was watching this and was going like.. what? Are you serious? That's no way that dude could've even BEEN a father. How on earth did he father kids in the first place?! It doesn't make sense! That thing is a monster, how on earth did it get 'kids' in the form of.. of... humans?! Seriously? He comes out all fiery and raging like a flaming bull out for revenge on his kids(well, mainly Zeus, cause he hates that kid for tricking him and then leading the campaign to overthrow him and lock 'im up) only for Perseus to go shoot him down with the Trium Spear. I can only imagine how great it must've been for him to get some fresh air after centuries of being locked up, accompanied by blasts from his two sons, and then to be given a heart attack by his grandson. That's... some family reunion alright.

Zeus and Hades. Forgiven brothers.

(GO Liam Neeson and Ralph Fiennes! XD Gotta love em both.)

What I disliked about all this Hollywood interpretation of Greek mythology is the way they twist things and make it look so stereotypical. Just like in this film, and the predecessor, Hades was the antagonist. He's made to look like this angry, evil, bitter god of the underworld because he was 'banished' to be ruler of that part of the realm. Apparently, his two brothers betrayed him and he was forced to take the underworld while Zeus relaxed in the best part of heaven and Poseidon kicked his shoes off swimming in the sea. Original myth says Hades took the underworld of his own accord; the parts of the realm chosen by the three brothers were agreed on by all of them. Hades wanted the underworld. He liked fire. He had no reason to be mad at his big brothers. But in the movie, he was the mean one who conspired with Kronos, his old man, and one of Zeus' jealous sons, Ares, to betray Zeus and Poseidon in exchange for Kronos allowing them to keep their immortality. Ares is mad at his daddy cause daddy practiced favoritism; he liked Perseus, his half-human son, better than his full-god son. Sigh. 

Other glitches? Oh yes. Ares is purportedly the 'god of war' in the movie, and soldiers pray to him to get strength during battle. But during the mission to rescue Zeus, Perseus warns them to not pray to his brother(such bad blood, really?) or he'll find them and "we'll die.". I LOL-ed so bad at that statement XD. Pray to god, and die in return! Woohoo! What sort of god is he? He's a devil, not a god! Get your facts straight, people. Eventually, yes, there always has to be one desperate and annoying female soldier who shakily prays to Ares so he knew their location and came down with a flying attack. And yep, he killed her. Couldn't say he didn't tell ya..

Oh, and there's just one more thing, the biggest thing I was having a laugh about during the entire film. I told my brother, this is the epitome of family dysfunction. Like, literally. Perseus has a son, Helius. Perseus has to battle Ares, his brother, and kill him. Perseus has to go rescue his dad, whose being held by his uncle Hades. Perseus has to go get his screwed-up cousin Agenor, also the Navigator(Poseidon's son), to lead him to some mystical island. Perseus has to go get daddy before his grandad Kronos drains him of his power and life and gets released and destroys the world. Funny. Imagine the conversation he'd have with Helius before going off to war.

"Son, I'm going off to save the world from destruction. Stay here and be good."

"Where'd you going, dad?"

"To save your grandpa. Your great-grandad's lost his temper today."

"Where?"

"The underworld. Uncle Hades is holding him captive. Gotta go kick his ass."

"Oh, granduncle Hades. I remember him. Is anyone going with you?"

"Yes, your Uncle Agenor is coming with me. He has to show me the way."

"I don't remember Uncle Agenor..,"

"You know, my cousin. Your granduncle Poseidon's son."

"AH, I see. I've so many uncles, dad. Anymore I should keep in mind?"

"I forgot to tell you. I'm going to fight brutally with your Uncle Ares, he has some mental ego and pride issue that needs some seeing to. Be a good boy and don't pray to him. You don't want me to lose, do you?"

"Of course not. Unfortunately I can't pray to you, cause you're not a god. Why did you choose to be a human, dad??"

"I've told you that story already. Look, I'm running out of time. I've really gotta go, there's so much to do and that includes killing your great-grandpa today. I'm running late on schedule; and Grandpa Kronos is already in such a sour mood it'll be unwise to ruff his mood up even more. I'll see you around kay?"

"Bye dad! Have a good family reunion!"

"I will. Bye, son! Time to go kill your uncle Ares and your great-grandpa."

"Tell them I said hi."

Or even, what Perseus would say when he speared poor angry Kronos:

"GREAT-GRANDPA! IT'S GREAT TO FINALLY SEE YOU!"

*Spears Kronos*

I had a lot of fun coming up with random imaginary speeches in my head. I mean, it would all make sense if you put it in context too. Maybe others won't find it funny, but I do. I laughed to my heart's content at the end of the film. I was only sad when Zeus died. He sacrificed himself to save his brother Hades, the only ex-god who survived. Oh, and the final movie glitch? Apparently, these gods are so lousy they can die. Wow. Why did humans pray to them again..?

Moral of the story:

Hollywood ideas are all milked dry. Greek mythology is pretty dumb on its own, but seriously.. don't expose that to the world on such a large scale. I respect the history of the mythology(I find it weird but interesting) and I think large movie franchises like these spoil the overall classical vibe they portray. Take Percy Jackson for instance. It's just.. no. NO. You don't put some oh-so-cute-girls-wanna-squeeze-him kiddo as a demigod in a modern world! It just doesn't work! It's like taking the originality of Dracula and twisting it into the horrible grotesque image of...of.... arrrrghhhh EDWARD CULLEN AND THE SPARKLING VAMPIRE TRIBE. 

Okays, I better stop now before I get too carried away. 

Stupid movie..

Then & Now

So I have a month's break, which is pretty great considering the past couple of weeks which were filled with work, work, work. And honestly, I'm quite scared of next semester. How. The heck. Am I gonna juggle World Issues, I&F, and Writer's Craft all at one go? And even with Moral Studies thrown in thanks to the dumb Malaysian government up there who put monkeys in the Education Dept? D:

God. Help. Me.

Really, I'm pretty terrified. It's gonna be hell. Writer's Craft is 100% coursework, which is great, but... heck. I'm gonna die. I never gave a second thought when I signed up for these subjects, because my mind was too focused at that time on my current academic struggles. *cough*MATH*cough*.

But! Anyways. I'm done with my complaining for now :D. I have four weeks, man. There's even a rumour(I wonderrrr who started it..) in the household about going for a break in Langkawi.

OMGLANGKAWI. *SOBBSSS* Please. Please please please. I've been dreaming Langkawi since I returned to the pool this morning. I was lazing away in the sun and randomly started dreaming of the beautiful beach and clear waters. And I was like, "I GOTTA GET BACK HOME." 

Yes, home. You got me. Langkawi is.. my second home. I wish.

Okay, now that I've managed to stave myself off the off-topic road, here's to some memories of an awesome first semester in CPU! :D

Omnomnomnom. Cake. :D

DISCUSSION!

Get ya game faces on.

Kidding XD. We were just messing about eating the cake, duh.

Stole this off Carley's Facebook. I didn't even know I was laughing. Lol.

Aaaaaand, now it's time to put those memories behind me. And look forward to making new ones, hopefully another awesome set which might see new friends.. new lecturers.. though I'm getting Ms Shelley again next sem :D. Hurrah! In the meantime, I should prolly make the best of my holidays.

Hrmm.. let's see..

Ah, I got one.

FIIIIREEEEE!

Ahahahah. Doesn't that flame look gorgeous? I always feel like some amateur magician when I put the lighted match to the soaked cover. Yes, that awesome feeling indeed.

Don't worry, I'm not playing with matches or experimenting with fire and ethanol or something. Though the liquid thing in there is alcohol, duh. Some spirit thing that comes from beetroot extract and has eucalyptus properties and smells like it too. Parents bought it to supposedly help me with my poor suffocating sinus and nose problems when the haze came a-calling. The first few nights kinda.. failed XD.

There's extremely specific, if not complicated, instructions regarding the lighting of the lamp, the capping of it and the re-filling of it. Mum sorta followed it through the first time, but then it was like, meh. Where's the eucalyptus scent?

Also, I didn't realize that I couldn't have the spinning fan switched on when the lamp was busy 'burning'. Apparently it blows away the effects or something. Sheesh. For something so pricey, it certainly comes with a lot of whims and fancies. Reminds me of some spoilt little rich girl, cause my lamp's red. Hah. There's a literary device for that.. ugh.. giving objects human qualities or something.. was it a metaphor? Auughh. There goes my English. I hate literary devices. I can't seem to remember them all anyways.

It works fine now though, and doesn't whine as much as it did. Whine as in, give me any 'not working' issues XD. It works beautifully, and makes my room some eucalyptus heaven for as long as I burn it. So far.. I've not really detected any changes in my sneezing, though I still sneezed several times on a few mornings. Dad is using me as a guinea pig; if it works well for me, he wants to go get another one for my brothers' room. In my opinion, the fragile lamp's gonna get toppled over and crashed by either the cat, Joel, or Kor before it's even managed to reach a few burnin' hours old, but hey, Dad says Joel needs sinus recovery too..

I don't know nothin' bout that XD. I just enjoy the scent and whatever 'medicinal benefits' the product promises. It's a holiday after all. Might as well enjoy it all.. while it lasts..

I know this was a random post. I don't really know what I'm doing, just felt like blogging some pictures I meant to have blogged waaaay earlier. Hah. 

And now, I must sleep.

Lights out.

Words

"Jesus draw me ever nearer

As I labour through the storm.

You have called me to this passage,

and I'll follow, though I'm worn.

May this journey bring a blessing,

May I rise on wings of faith;

And at the end of my heart's testing,

With Your likeness let me wake.

Jesus guide me through the tempest;

Keep my spirit staid and sure.

When the midnight meets the morning,

Let me love You even more.

Let the treasures of the trial 

Form within me as I go - 

And at the end of this long passage,

Let me leave them at Your throne."

-Stephen Hugh Wise

My (former)lecturer posted this on Facebook this morning. I don't know whether he pieced it together himself, or took it from somewhere, but I do believe it's the former. He's one heckuva writer; and he's always on and on about plagiarism when he taught me, and he didn't mention any referencing in that post, so yeah, I think he made it up himself.

Which, of course, is pretty darn awesome. I admire Mr Wise for his depth of knowledge in English; I admire his way of writing which is able to convey the hardest meanings in plain simple words. He is absolutely so darn experienced, I wish I could get to that level too. But English is so hard. It's so difficult. I'm afraid to tread into that field.... will I be able to handle it? 

Can I? The answer lies in that poem above--- look to Jesus. It's always Jesus. The poem is so beautiful.. telling of a journey, of our lives filled with trials, of getting through them with Christ's help, of remaining faithful to the King of Kings. And all that.. in four stanzas. Just four simple plain stanzas. He summed it all up in such a simple package, but its contents are bursting with talent and gift and meaning. It must be God after all. It can only be God who blessed him with the ability to write the way he did, just like He often blesses me with the ability to write the way I do. 

Often, I don't give myself much credit for the way I write, be it in essays or poems, but whenever I think I've done a decently good job, I give all my thanks to the Lord. I mean, all gifts and talents come from him right? I wouldn't have been able to write, or express, if He didn't give me the idea of it in the first place!

I find Mr Wise's poem extremely inspiring. And immensely glowing with beauty within itself, with all the praise that it heaps upon our Lord. 

I'm sure if it warmed my heart so, it must've warmed God's heart ten times more, probably. He must be smiling so much, just reading those four stanzas. It's little of what us humans can offer to Him, but He appreciates it all the same, much more than any other human does or ever will..

Father's Day

Today is Father's Day. Well, technically, this is a day late, since I'm writing it at 1am in the morning, but oh wells. It's just something I felt was worthwhile to write about, and should have written about a long time ago.

I was flipping through the newspaper today, and as usual, every year, on this day, it's filled with all those fatherly stories and how great it is to be a dad and how great my dad is and what an inspiration he is and all those tear-jerking stories that were oh so sweet and dedications from children to fathers of all ages and races. But never once, in all those years, have I ever come across a story which I read, and felt like I could relate to. I mean, all those stories highlighted the wonderful relationships between child and father; none of that meant a thing to me. Even those stories of people who lost their own dads... it's not to say that I don't feel their pain, but I just cannot relate to any of it. Not till today.

I came across this article from a Chinese woman, who sent in her story of her own father. As I read, the more I felt as if, finally, there was someone out there, someone who actually understood roughly what it is like to have a dad like mine. Her father was emotion-less, never hugged them, never really bothered to get involved in his children's lives. He never really showed much of himself, was aloof, kept to himself, provided for the family financially and as best as he could, but that was all the love he showed. He was the typical olden-days Chinese man; except maybe worse in terms of showing no affection, and never opened up to his kids. But something at the end of the writer's article touched me, it was her hope that one day, her father would cease to be so stubborn, that she could tell him how much she loved him and how much she appreciated all the hard work he did to bring up his family. I don't remember much from the article, but it just kinda mirrored a lot of my own feelings toward my own dad.

This is my Fajar, as we nicknamed him. :D

Fajar's kinda odd, I would say. He's not the typical affectionate father, and he's quite hard on us kids in many ways. There are so many times when I look at my dad and think about how sad it is that I can't relate to him any kind of personal stories, how my day was, how school is, what my friends and I did. I'm sad that my dad cuts himself off from the emotional aspect of us children, during the time when we need it most at this adolescent stage. I'm sad that we have to hide so many things from him, because he barely knows us, who we are, what we do, and therefore doesn't trust us as much as a parent should. I'm sad that he was barely there during our upbringing, he cuddled and protected us when we were little, but as we grew, he seemed to have lost any sort of knack of being a real parent and left it to my mother. I'm sad that he thinks financial stability is the most important thing in raising a family, I'm sad that he doesn't care for us other than making sure we have the best education and making sure we have the financial means to achieve it. I'm sad that doesn't see much of that beyond being a real father. I'm sad that neither me nor my siblings have much of a relationship with him. I'm sad when I see him condemn my older brother, put him down, and the way he still treats us all like little children instead of the adults we are. I'm sad that he doesn't know us very well, and yet we know him inside out. I'm sad that he doesn't see how much he's missing out, that he doesn't realize that time is flying by so quickly and soon all of us will have flown from the nest. I'm sad that he only sees it as the day he has accomplished his mission, that he has fulfilled his responsibility as a father. 

I'm just sad that my dad doesn't understand what a real father is. 

And I'm sad to see that he's missing out on so much... of our lives.... and he doesn't see the value in it. He doesn't see the meaning of sentiment. There's so much in him that saddens me, and they're not faults, mind you, they're not wrongs either, they're just personality aspects of him, his beliefs, that somehow separates him and his children.

And somehow, above all those, I still love him to death. He shows me how much he loves me through ways that may not seem like much, but it is his way of showing it. He buys me chappati, or breakfast, every other day in the mornings before I go to college. He asks what I'd like the night before. He may yell and nag when I get a scratch on my car, even though the car is ten years old and already full of dents and scratches, but he still fills the coin compartment with coins to make sure I have enough to pay the parking ticket. He asks frequently whether I have enough money to pay for things I need, such as food, parking, etc. He does his best to make sure I'm in tiptop condition for classes, and, in turn, to do my best in my education. He worries for my safety, a little too much, and can get overbearing at times, but take that away, a part of him genuinely just wants me to come home safe and sound. He blames me for certain things that aren't my fault, and he may practice favoritism among us siblings, but whenever I got mad, lost my temper, or threw a tantrum during my younger years... he would always be the first to make peace. He would hold no grudge against me; he would rather surrender his pride take the blame than let my anger simmer and allow conflict to build up. He works hard, drives himself to earn a living, for the sake of our futures. He would never stinge financially for the sake of our education, all he wants is a guaranteed future for us.

And, if I was lost, away from home in the middle of the night, with no communication whatsoever, and I'm hungry, thirsty and tired... he would find me. He would search everywhere, even though he has no idea where I am. He would keep searching, till daylight came, until he found me. He would follow his instinct. Because no matter his personality, no matter his cold, unsentimental character, he's still a father. He's still my dad. And he won't ever be the best dad in the world, as some people can proclaim for theirs, but he is the best dad he can be to me and my three siblings. And that is enough for me, because I know he loves me, and I know he will never forsake me, as deep inside he truly does care.

Asian dads. He might not cry at my wedding, or attend my graduation, or give me hugs, or thank me for Father's Day and birthday gifts. He might not say 'I love you' or call you to tell you that he misses you, or ask you how your day was, or be the shoulder to cry on. I can't see my dad doing any of that, but who knows, perhaps one day, my father will come to know Jesus, the real Father to us all. And if he opens his heart, He'll transform him, teach him a few ways of what it's really like to love as a father. 

No matter how old I grow, or how far I'll be from home... part of me will always be daddy's little girl. I love you Fajar. :')

Maybe, just maybe, one day you'll get to hear all this.

God bless my awesome dad. 

Happy Father's Day, Fajar.

Love;

Your little girl, now and forever,

 Esther.

Outlook

We waited for Godot.. and were rewarded.

I'm going to miss my English 4U class very much. Our drama unit was the best unit of the semester, when we all got to bond properly(sort of) through all our nerves and bad acting. I absolutely loved doing the play... it was so darn awesome, and the credit goes fully to Mr Wise who  pushed us and made us step out of our comfort zone. For choosing this play, for being the best director... ever. Honestly, if it wasn't his amazing organizational skills, our play would be messy, scattered, amateur-ish, like all the rest. I'm so glad he didn't make us do Hamlet, and took a risk with an absurdist play which challenged us and drove us to work harder. But we still had fun. :)

It was amazing. 

I managed to finally obtain a proper group photo of us from Mwesiga, and hey, I was one of the lucky ones to have my hat on! :D I can't say I'm very close to my English classmates at all, but we enjoyed a lot of things together, and the best moments were when we were all in a rash over the planning and executing of the Wise's surprise birthday party. It was extremely scary when things kinda got out of hand and we had to improvise... but my heart was beating so fast when they were lighting the candles, because I was so afraid he was going to come out to hunt us girls down for our sudden 'bathroom' disappearance. XD

But hey! It all turned out awesome! He didn't even expect a thing, and was throughly caught off-guard. YAYYY for Period 4!

The Wise Surprise.. in motion. XD

Most of my friends though, were made in C&C class. We did have quite an epic last day of the semester... with loads of photo-taking and camwhoring and laughing and fooling about.

Can't you tell now? XD

Darn I love Melora's face. She makes me laugh so much.. and it was a real eye-opener and real fun throughout the course. Academically, I wouldn't say it's very helpful, it was similar to world issues which I'm taking next semester. But it was very fun, very warm... and very interesting. 

I'm so glad I'm having Ms Shelley for I&F next semester.. and I'll be math-free! MATH FREE! NO MORE ADVANCED FUNCTIONS OR CALCULUS HAHAHAHA. *sob* I hated maths so much. I really, absolutely, did. Still do. But my math worries aren't over, unfortunately, I'll still have some general stuff to cover in university. Stupid scumbag American educationists. *grumblegrumblegrumble*

Overall, I'm really, really happy to have moved to CPU. It's not as widely appraised academically compared to the IBDP... but I'm very happy here. I'm very happy. I love the company. I love my lecturers, my friends. I like the modest amount of work I'm put through. I enjoy them(except math, duh).

Mum was right. Why should people suffer through something they don't want to do? I can't even imagine what it would be like now if I had stayed on in the IB. 

I still feel slight tinges of regret, but I'm very glad I decided to change. God put that feeling in me last year for a reason... I knew that I had to follow it. I knew there was a purpose in it.

A good purpose. At least, that's what I believed in.

War Paint

"FREEEEEEEEDOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"

-William Wallace, Braveheart

That would be me channeling my inner Mel Gibson after mum fetched me home from my final paper. WOOHOOO DIE ADVANCED FUNCTIONS DIE. Honestly, I don't know how anyone deals with math. Or physics. I did that for two years, and I regretted making my life such a misery. Eventually, after all those hard work and sleepless nights.... what do I get? SPM results that are merely forgotten after a year. Hmph.

Lesson learnt. Always do something you enjoy. Don't kill yourself with stuff you don't wanna do and make yourself suffer unnecessarily. Except Advanced functions was a must. *sob* I did it only for university purposes. UNIVERSITY PURPOSES YOU HEAR ME. Darn all these education hubs. I hate having to study. What I hate most too is the drive I have to study.. that I must do well, must get high grades, must not disappoint parents. I can't shake that. But I suppose its a good thing too, or I'll be a beggar by now.

Anyways, I only had three hours sleep last night. Yipeeee. Gonna have lunch, take a nap, be lazy, drag myself to gym, and spent tonight watching tv like a boss. Mmhm. Holidays, where have you been..

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm just gonna prep myself with the enthusiastic joy of watching my math notes go down the recycling path... Sigh.. Oh what bliss.

Past & Present

Life is tough, and people come and go

Distress and despair, they're twisted with ego

Staring straight ahead, that blank space in between

The quiet before the storm, the turmoil that can't be seen.

Staring straight ahead, my wandering mind wonders

Where are You amongst this, will You quench this thirst?

Water my soul, and salve my pain

I beg You, O Lord, to take away this shame.

Messengers, sometimes, they tend to go round the bend

No one is perfect, they take the wrong end

The letters they carry, genuine they are

The road is tough though, not many get far.

Forgiveness and love, versus bitterness and hate

Which shall consume you? Will your spirit then sate? 

The tug-of-war, it's a painful fight to win

Give Jesus the victory, watch Him banish all sin.

I don't usually reveal my poems to many people, but this little minute-magic up here(this means I just randomly put it together in the last few minutes) is dedicated to many people in my life.

To the friend who suffers

To the friend who is judged

To the friend who has been inflicted

To the friend who is down and out

To everyone who needs a little spiritual encouragement.

And finally, to myself. Yes, me too. 

Everyone needs a helping hand out there. 

God bless y'all.

- Esther

Stress Absorber

Just so I keep myself sane.

Like literally. 66 questions is nuts; more than enough to drive you mad. If I didn't doodle every now and then I'll be in a certain hospital laughing and mimicking the Pale Man from Pan's Labyrinth... oh wait, I already did that. 

*cough* No one needs to know that. >.>

I randomly drew stuff on the blank front page of the journal, whether or not Mr Wise sees it I don't think he'd care anyways. It relieves stress, so it's legit, right? 

It is to me. 

Thank goodness that journal's done and due tomorrow. I don't think I can look at another study guide for one more day... ever. 

Motionless

"Que no se mueven más..,"

"You don't move anymore...,"

-Ofelia, Pan's Labyrinth