I'm trying to write like at least once a week. I'm trying not to abandon my blog.
Now, I'm listening to Going On from Shugo Chara. I actually wanted to form a dance and sing group. I just need like at least 2 more members for 4 singers song, and 6 more for Berryz Koubou songs. Boys is also allowed, though I don't think these days boys likes to sing. It will be nice though. No one is volunteering.
I don't know what to write in my blog. Just that I realized recently a huge amount of boys keep appearing in front of me and also clues of love. I don't know why, but something seems to encourage me to date. I don't want to break the promise I'd make 4 years ago; I said that I won't date before 15. And so it will be.
I'm thinking of cutting my hair short, but the with ballet, I couldn't. The teacher would think that I'm trying to spoil her system. But I also want to grow my hair until my waist. So I'm thinking, when I've graduated from ballet, I'll cut boy style, then as it grows longer, I'll cut it until the shoulder and then let it keep growing until the waist.
I want to dye a blue streak into my hair. Dion said that she wants to have a red streak. It'll be cool. Until now, I also find it hard to communicate with people. I don't know why. I'm a bit of an anti-social person to whoever I've just met. I realized that I behave like a boy but just inside a girl body.
I remembered something. Today, during school, after assembly, we have to go up to class. When I was carrying my bag, I realized that when I walk past Wei Kang and Yan Jun, they gave me a look that I've never seen before. After that, I told Dion. While talking to her, I grab hold of my sport shirt (which I'm wearing) collar and look at the 2 buttons below it. And then, only I realized that both of the buttons is unbuttoned! No wonder thay gave me that funny look.
Yesterday, I had Wushyu. Since I'm the 'old student' there, I had a new student to train. So, I was training her to kick and she don't know how to adjust. She kick on my head and my specs came off a bit. She apologized and then we went back to training. Lucky thing, it didn't fell.
Then, the instructor ask us to line up in a diagonal line, students behind their 'teachers'. The instructor came to between me and Dion and said, 'Don;t know if it's you or you.' He held out the boxing thing that we use to kick and ask me kick it. Then he ask Dion, and came back to me.
The second time he came to me, I kick it, and he had a funny look on his face. He stablelised (don't know how to spell it correctly) the boxing thing, and ask me to kick it. I kick it everytime with a loud bangimg sound. After several kicks he signals to me to stop and said, 'Wow, can kill people already.' OMG...
The Red Cross team students sitting at the back is looking at us eyes BIG. I don't recognize who they are at first, but after that I saw their faces. It is Wei Kang and his friends. Their faces was like do shocked. Oh well...
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Hi...
Posted by Fion Chua at 9:47 PMTuesday, April 6, 2010
Sorry... again...
Posted by Fion Chua at 9:24 PMHi everyone. I guess not so many people read my blog,right? I'm sorry that every time I write in my blog, I'll apologize. I just can't keep up the blog-writing habits.
Now, I have another story to write. I don't do comics anymore, unless I've got the mood to. Which I usually don't. I have a habit of not keeping on doing things. I've only got Witchery, Yellow Butterfly, Pounding Heart and Night Fighters to write. I'm trying VERY hard to keep on writing all of this to the end of their stories.
I've got so many ideas on stories. I would be VERY VERY VERY HAPPY if someone would just publish it for ME! Just cheer me on! I don't know who will.
I'm not very good with friends, unless I've met them when I was younger (and when I'm more sociable). Now I'm totally anti-social because most people tries to be who they are not. So I only open up to whoever shows their true colours or speaks Cantonese. I don't really prefer Mandarin. The Mandarin speaking people (especially girls) likes to laugh and mock people.
So, I'll try my best to turn my imagination into a story.



