Random Selfies of Life

"Capture the moments of life as you can't stop time but freeze a frame with you forever." - Me.

Tuition Shot with the Bestie. <3

How I look when I'm taking a selfie. (Horrid)

Another tuition shot with Nedd!

The typical 'fitting room selfie'.

MTV World Stage 2014's BFF selfie!

Yup in case you didn't realise, I'm a Scout!

'Before my Pixie Cut' Selfie. Welp.

'Gotta take a pic with the trees', said my quirky mind.

Finally, a Gif to spice things up a little (or not). :)

Hope you had an amazing start of July! 

Alanis xx.

Essay Gone Wrong

Guess what? English in Writing was the subject of today's examination (besides Physics 2)! Before the exam began, confidence was the soothing element flowing in my blood as English writing is one of my favourite subjects. Especially after having painful Physics, ah I only remember myself scribbling unknown definitions & creating original theories of mine. Playing it cool.

As I was given the question slip, I flipped it to the page behind to search for my targeted topic. And YES, I spot one that could fit my all time favourite story, Infamous: First Light! Without a second thought, I fixed my decision to compose a mildly twisted story that I had wrote in the past two examinations. 

It definitely felt safer to scribble a story I aced before, but there was its con too. I was kind of afraid that my teacher would find the story familiar and recalling it from our March test. Hmm, not a scene I would like to see it happen. To prevent such tough luck, I decided to change the names of the characters. Fetch to Danielle, Brent to August (Gus for short). Sounds aboriginal eh? Besides, Danielle is one of the dream names for my future kid. Woots, imagine Danielle as Fetch with her supernatural powers. What am I even thinking? Wake up Alanis!

So things were going well until I lost track of time. Writing the same story for the third time, I could write more descriptively with interesting characteristics and the character's finely detailed thoughts. It felt like I was melting into my story, living it in my head. But the more descriptive I get, the more time I consumed. I got stuck at some sections too when I fail to knock bombastic words out of my head. Torturing but exhilarating feels. 

Suddenly, my teacher voiced out "time's up" while I only finished the paragraph of the story's climax. Freaking out, my neat words were soon continued by unidentifiable human symbols I myself felt like crying when I read them back again. With teacher only a few desks away from me already collecting the completed essays, I ended the story with an explosion and August's sudden death. After stapling the pieces of papers together, I rushed to my teacher & handed her my masterpiece. That moment lift up the rock on my chest and soothed the soreness of my right hand. Huge relief laid flat on my panting heart. 

But out of a sudden, I realised something very wrong.

I recalled my last sentenced as "That was the last time I ever saw Brent again."

Wait, Brent? Wasn't it suppose to be August?

HOLY CRAP WHY IN THE HEAVENS DID I WROTE BRENT?!

I don't even know what to say anymore. Fml.

I feel you, Fetch.

Upshot of a Pampered Kid

I was having dinner with my dad & my brother just an hour ago. We had our usual chats while omnom-ing, it was all cool until dad left the table.

I was whining about the bad haircut I just had this afternoon as it's way too short, Tim (my brother) just shot in saying that it suits me since I'm such a tomboy. The word "tomboy" fired me up because only people who fail to know me well enough would say that. I slapped in saying "well, at least I, your sister's manlier than you." He responded with an unexpected reply, saying he's cool being effeminate. Shocked, I told him evilly that his surprising reply is going to reach his crush's ear. Of course, he freaked out and tried to threaten me so his nightmare wouldn't happen.

My brother, threatening me? A joke I suppose! I told him that I could even posted it on social media so the world would know (which is what I'm doing right now, woops) and he suddenly jumped into serious mode. He slammed the dining table and walked away, assuming that he ended the talk. I, on the other hand wants to keep this cruel conversation going for a good reason (read on & you'll know) so I proceed to follow him, throwing taunts at him for a strong reply. 

"Oh, so this is how you solve your problems eh? Running away? Excuse me sir, but it's still laying right here & it's not going to shrink by it's own. What you're showing me is that you lose, and I get to spread your confession onto social media. Cool with that?" I said to his back. Instead of saving his own arse, he shouted "I don't know how to fix it alright! If I knew how, I wouldn't be what I am today!"

Me: "What do you mean by not knowing how to fix it? It's a freaking natural act that first requires guts so you don't run away from it before even ruminating. Hey, I was brutally bullied when I was a kid too aites, probably worse than yours. I managed to solve craps by myself so I don't stay afraid of school everyday. I don't have anyone to look up to, just myself. You still have a big sister to learn from sometimes. So telling me you don't know? Just another excuse you use to end chats."

Tim: "I don't know! I just don't know how to, alright?"

Me: "Don't you see what's the huge cause for things like that to happen? It's because you're extremely pampered by mom! See what happens when she's out of the country? No one's here to solve your problems, kid! Usually mom would throw me a timeout if I say things to you, giving you the thought that you win the game. Well face it brat, what can you do without her presence? Not even saving your own arse! You need to learn how to unravel your knots by yourself, Tim. You're not 8 anymore. This is why I don't argue with her anymore when she pampers you. The side effects are too much for my handling. Rather be on my own."

Tim: "Shut up! I just don't know how to! Yes, I'm running away from problems, because I don't know how to fix them!"

Eventually I left this never-ending conversation because my brother just keep shovelling the phrase "I don't know" into my face after everything I said. Hmm couldn't blame him for that though, to be frank he's pampered too much. I saw this coming since mom flew off to America, it's going to be different for him after losing his back up. The reason why I argued with my brother is because I want him to have a clear realisation of how bad mom's pampering made him what he is today. He always thought that it's great to have a one-sided warrior with him all the time, but what happens when mom's not around? Doomsday has arrived, bro. 

Hope he takes it in even it's hard for him to do so. Stop running away from your problems, Tim. Just face it like a man. One day, mom's not going to be there for you anymore. I'm just trying to help you here, like what a sister does. 

This pampered Bulldog is adorable though :3