I am here for the simple expedient that I need to document my temporary lapse into childhood idiocy, i.e. I nicely asked to borrow my brother's Nintendo DS and spent my evening getting reacquainted with Pokemon (sapphire version, in case anyone was wondering). I was wandering around on route 124 via Swampert's Surf when I decided to go check out my Pokemon collection in Lanette's PC! It turns out I have 111 Pokemon (I think that's quite pathetic D: ) and my brother (who is only organised when it comes to things like this) very kindly organised my pokemon collection into boxes by type. It is inordinately amusing that I have a box, therefore, called eggs, because of the many eggs my Pokemon have apparently laid in the breeding centre and which I have never been bothered to try hatching D: obvs I have No! Maternal! Instincts!

What pleases me is that I can still defeat the Elite Four and the Champion in less that twenty minutes with two Pokemon alone (well, they are level 76 and 82 respectively, but still.) Why am I such a little kid ;_; I am possibly the only person I know who still plays Pokemon at this age. But oh, Kyogre, how I have missed you <3

...also, it turns out that with great insensitivity I named one of my Pokemon UGLY, once. And Pokemon don't get rename tokens alsdfjalskdalsdkfj. Oh well, the folly of youth.

now off to angst about my tremendous unproductivity (because of Pokemon and the presence of Malaysian relatives whose national pastimes are eating and shopping, in that order) and MY UNDONE CHINESE WORKSHEETS and my feminist speech which ends with a combination of  BURN THE BRAS!!1! and that Mary Poppins suffragette song. -crosses fingers- please don't let Mrs Lee throw me out of class tomorrow.

The thing about being Chinese, I realise, is that every story imaginable has a moral to it.

No, seriously. My Chinese textbook has what would be really beautiful stories, about Singapore's fading chinatown and falling flowers as a metaphor for the passing of one's father and stuff like that, but they are all irrevocably and inevitably ruined! by the subsequent moralising. things like FILIAL PIETY and DON'T LOSE THE CULTURE and DON'T FORSAKE OUR CHINESE ROOTS.

TEN WHOLE YEARS OF THIS. And the rest of this year, too. alksjdfalskdfj my whole life in Chinese class thus far has been a giant exercise in morality.  not on, 政府, not on. maybe this is entirely a Singaporean thing, but I doubt it.

so much chinese homework to do over the weekend cri cri omg. flaaaaaail.