siu-yee: v25; THIS SUMMER.

Covering the Mouth
2006-01-29 / 2:02 a.m.

Without my glasses,
sometimes when I get tired,
sometimes when I need to watch the television,
sometimes when I stare at the computer for too long,
sometimes when I sit at the back in class
or the teacher writes too small,
sometimes when I am looking at you from afar,
sometimes when I get up from bed still with blurry eyes,
I cannot articulate anything.
I actually can't wait until I get them on Wednesday. I have already asked for a day in advance, but more than anything I wish I could go and collect them now.
At 2AM.

No wait, more than anything I want to be with Sarah again.
But then really, my brother wants to win the Euro Million more than anything and he will never get it. The Chinese TV fortune lady in tonight's Chinese New Year's Eve programme said Dragons this year are having the worst luck, which includes financial luck. My brother has been putting so much money in an attempt to get at least a few numbers right, but all has failed. Even after hearing the fortune that he should give up any hopes for a financial improvement, he is still insisting on buying numbers for next week's Euro Million.
Perhaps it runs in the family that we always strive for something that we will never get, or have an extremely slim chance in getting it. Not as in, too illusional or ambitious, because anyone can win the lottery, it just depends on luck. Or rather, luck isn't a running tradition in my family. Actually that isn't exactly true; my father lived in a run-down village for the first twenty half of his life but he kept working and kept working and now he has a house and a car in the capital city of England. But even that isn't luck, just my father's persistence.
Unfortunately, persistence wouldn't get you far in the lottery. And nor would my [lack of] relationship with Sarah.
Sigh.
I'll have to keep on living whether I'm happy or sad. I've chose to live happily, but sometimes, like this moment right now, brooding over the past isn't so bad, is it? As long as I don't get carried away, and get back on the track of reality afterwards. Honestly, I'm not very good at living in the present, but so far, I think I'm doing quite well *nods*.

It is Chinese New Year tomorrow! Well, technically, it is now =/. So yes, Chinese New Year! One of the traditional rules is no washing hair on the first day of the Lunar period. I have ignored this tradition and washed my hair in the previous two years, and to be honest, my last two years were probably the darkest time of my life =/. I'm not superstitious, so even if the last two years were not chaotic I would still do this: I'm going to follow the
tradition and not wash my hair. Earlier this evening I have already cleaned it and so I pray to Adam that my hair doesn't look too bad when I get up in the morning. Oh lord, please.

I spent the first day of my study leave with my boyfriend.
It doesn't actually feel like a study leave, because nobody is studying... Actually, I am. Just not yet. But I am reading my script for Drama, so that counts as study of course.
We made a chocolate fudge cake! I remember when I used to make fudge and it was so difficult, there are some crucial steps to it, and if you miss any of it out then the fudge is screwed. The fudge this time was slightly screwed, but not so much, it came out quite good.

Sam: *hands me spoon with fudge on it* Hold this [while I get another spoon to scrape the little bit off].
Me: Okay. *opens mouth to put it in*
Sam: *covers my mouth with his hand* I said hold it, not eat it!
Me: ... *bites his hand* =D *puts spoon in mouth*
Sam: No biting! *looks at hand with teeth marks and whimpers*

At the end I decided that the cake is looking too plain - just brown chocolate cake. So I decided to get icing sugar and try to sprinkle out the shape of a heart.
Then I swear my common sense just flew out the window. I picked some sugar up with my finger and tried to draw a shape of a heart with it. Of course it didn't work. Oh my lord writing about it now makes me cringe at my own biological maturity, because that idea is something that a seven-year-old would think of.
Sam saw, laughed, then got a piece of paper. His idea is to draw a heart, cut it out, place it on top of the cake and then sprinkle icing sugar over it. We tried that. Well, we tried drawing a heart that isn't too fat or too thin or had unequal sides. We drew about five hearts over each other and then we finally got it at the end. Then I, with my seven-year-old mind state, cut it bent. Oh yes.
So much laughter was involved through-out this.
We used the heart anyway =D. When the sprinkling was done, I carefully lifted the heart so as not to get the icing on top of the paper onto the heart, but I shaked and ... no =D, not all of it when on the heart, but some little dots. Okay, quite a few little dots. Sam saw it, whimpered and laughed, then I told him to shut up.
With my common sense taking a holiday, I bent down and sucked in some air. Sam caught what I was doing and what I will be doing - which is blowing away the icing from the heart - and covered my mouth with his hands. Of course, if I were to go ahead and do that then the whole heart would be covered, let alone getting a few freckles on it. So he is right in stopping me before I did it. But I took revenge anyway - got the remainder of the icing sugar on top of the heart and pushed it on Sam's face. For the next 15 minutes even when he blinked, it was like, snowing.
I am thoroughly ashamed of myself about my loss of common sense during the process of making that cake. Nonetheless, it is a beautiful cake =D.

No pictures yet because I am too lazy to upload them but, check again in the next two days? Then there will be pictures of cake, yesyes, it is pretty, so you wouldn't want to miss out =D.

It hasn't even snowed this winter, but I am already anticipating summer.

Ouch, my throat is itching.
But I won't do it; for you (plural).
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Pictures!