Starting a Lucrative Business

Hello bubs! I feel like I want to start a small side-line. During the holidays I'll write stories and sell them to people who want to have their plots written by me. Like that's going to happen. It's worth a shot. I am trying to start a good storyline but it is only average. Not that sort of killer book which has a plot you can't really resist not taking a glance at.

Holidays start in two days so I shall be experiencing the flush of being free from the boredom of school.

Tell me how to do something nonconstructive... please. Something nonconstructive but fun and engaging. Like playing a random word game. We played that today while suffering heat-stroke. You say a word and the next person says a completely random word in comparison to what you said. So a word like "jelly" can bring about "Paris Hilton" or say... great I forgot that really interesting scenario. My tree begetting a word like "Sarah Palin". So it's quite entertaining for about 15 minutes so long as no one is that boring in the group.

Signing off with no proper care of paragraphing.

Change of Tune

I shall not lie to myself, the truth that I have received 63.5 upon 100 for my English papers is a fact. If any nuisance people dare post anything about their own marks or any in-between-the-line comments I shall hunt them down. The school campus is not large enough to hide someone on the verge of crying really.

Only I did not break down after those dismal marks. You can't really do that sort of thing when your other subjects are better than a friend who really puts her self down. Sometimes all of us have exceedingly low self-esteem especially when most of us depend on the way others view us to rank ourselves.

She views herself through her parent's expectations and perhaps her own want to prove herself better than me in a way. I presume the above since I had one small consolation; I had top marks for Geography, a tie with another girl. Then again she has such a better outlook in life despite some of her family conditions and the better English score between the both of us.

I suppose it would be a lie for me to say I did my best for the essay. It turned out horribly. A catastrophe. My language just does not turn itself to the right pitch for the exams. I have such whimsical ideas about life and what could happen. Next time I shall play the honest fool and lead myself by the noose to something seemingly more practical.

Milan Kundera's Laughable Loves is getting partially into my head. I wonder if I will ever accomplish such a literary achievement in my life. I quote," One doesn't live for oneself. One always lives for something." I bet I always lived on the hope of being a writer since 11. Such crumbling hopes.

One thing I forgot to add about the story (I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith), the story is written in three journals with increasing monetary value. One about sixpence, then a shilling, then two guineas. It is quite an amount in those simpler and poorer regions of England at that time I suppose.

I wonder if I should get a moleskin or a nice leather-bound notebook of reasonable size as my drafting book. I suppose I own quite an expensive model. This computer but it does get a bit monotone. No changes in font or writing style purely determined by mood. My other journals have no such significance to me. I think I may need a new pen to go along with it. a blue rather than a grieving black. I have been using that blasted colour for the entire examinations.

At least there is a short weekend stay by the beach along the Straits of Melaka at Port Dickson soon. Just a short weekend but nonetheless the waves and a book will soothe me. Just about two weeks from now on the first of November till the third.

I should like a good cry but since there are no tears to let out I might as well save myself the trouble. Tomorrow is Friday, I think I will head to town and sit at a hopefully quiet cafe. There will be hardly any with the crowd that patrons the few places possible to go to. I feel like a caged bird now. Four more papers to receive the verdict from tomorrow.

Ah, dear tomorrow.

Writer's Wager: I Capture the Castle

Otiose wagers win no gold for me. For such a "satirical writer" I found Dodie Smith's book too much of a cliffhanger. I have had experiences with the best books I have read thus far, The Tea Rose and the sequel The Winter Rose. Seriously I hope and pray that Jennifer Donnelly will finish the last to wrap up the family.

I doubt I'll get a word out of Dodie Smith's clamped mouth. Hope I can find the chance to batter her with questions once both of us are admitted to heaven. Her vocabulary was quite extensive only it makes me feel quite inferior to that awfully mature 17 year-old Cassandra. I relate uncannily with her and it quite scares me. It is nearly the story of my feelings save the fact that the only romances I've waltzed into are those of those dear handsome men in books female writers think up.

So yes, the story ends with him possibly going back to America and her in her dear little village at the end page of her journal. Never to tell us again in that sort-of pact she made with herself not to write journals.

The wager was placed and lost. I was expecting something spectacular. I am way to fussy with the endings. The middles are the best. The thing I hate was that I could not half-guess the ending. I kept getting it mixed up. I can mostly feel content with some endings but some are just either too deflated or too filled with suspense.

Actually, I've only wanted to know the ending so much when I read this book. The only other time was when I read the Winter Rose.

Thank Heavens I've got some nice novels up my way. First up is Milan Kundela's Laughable Loves and I shall attempt to get a copy of the still unread The Unbearable Lightness of Being once some money shores up.

Then to the Classics again with Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I heard it is quite a good novel. i am very taken by it's fine print. Finer but clear prints make me find books more profound. Not the squashed look of the Penguin Classics print (the cheap green paperback type) but something remotely elegant like Arial or Verdana in a small font. What am I doing now? Comparing fonts and styles when all I want to do is see the original manuscript which the writers worked on. That Jennifer Donnelly refuses to send a page to me.

All for now, please visit my fan fiction.

Going Insane

Forgive me, I am feeling absolutely insane. I am mistaking people for my close friends left right and center. I just made someone think I was officially insane on the phone 20 minutes ago.

What I have done since Friday (End of Exams)
1) Finished 1 side of the fingerless gloves for my friend
2) Started reading a new novel, I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith
3) Started my mother's christmas knittted gift
4) Walked up to the summit of Bukit Timah hill which is a miserable 163 m
5) Getting off writing my church sermon entries (i am due to write 2)
6) Realising how awful I find myself sometimes
7) Met up with Tragedia, the new muse of the block
8) Found out that Butterscotch isn't doing too well
9) Ending a short post to explain my absence
10) Going to finish that chapter on my fiction press

Reminder my fictionpress webpage is http://www.fictionpress.com/~musemneme

I'll try posting awfully soon on some issues only I want to kick myself out of the writer's block!

Apology Letters and Tests

Aw...I feel so touched. My friend sent me a sms to apologize and i felt quite bad about screaming at her on the windows live messenger scream and repetitively winking and nudging. childish huh?

I couldn't take it, she was playing her virtual online dancing game in the midst of our end-of-years. yeah, i do envy her carefree life. who wouldn't only she goes freak out during the exam like today during our general science paper.

i need to do a commentary on yesterday's sermon only i have no time

tell you bubs the rest soon (i understand i am not typing with capitals)