Betwixt-isms

’twas the night before Christmas..

Vernon peeped into the room. There under the giant tree (real, shipped from Canada and bought with a 15% discount) were huge presents. Wrapped in the glorious colours of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet, the presents piled in a festive messiness. But amongst the glaring colours of the presents, was a package, wrapped in ordinary brown paper, tied with white string and smudged with ink, addressed to Vernon himself.

        Now, as he IS the central character of this juvenile attempt at story-writing, we shall all be introduced to Vernon.

"Hello Vernon."

        He looked up, pink nose, whiskers and eyes the colour of dark chocolate staring. Whiskers. Ahh.. For Vernon is a mouse. Not a white mouse, definitely. Oh no, the horror. He’d have to spend hours washing. Not that he doesn’t wash of course. And on that particular day itself, Vernon had spent hours grooming his coat and tweaking his whiskers. "A fine young mouse you are lad," was what Aunt Bernice had said to him. Her daughter, Vivian, smirked at Vernon.

        Blushing, (though luckily, his glorious brown coat hid most of the pink creeping into his face.) Vernon mumbled his customary thanks-you-look-very-nice-Aunt-Bernice and scuttled away to nibble at some cheese (wine-flavoured, imported from Canada with no discount. "Aye, tis’ a new, improved flavour madam. Sold out within two hours yesterday")

         "Hello Vernon"

-eheh. I have no idea where this is all going. Just another stab at writing a small story though where the story is, I do not know. Anyhow, merry christmas and a happy new year everyone. If you’re feeling generous, I’d really like the Temeraire book series. Specifically, His Majesty’s Dragon and Black Powder War. =p I’m rather, er, obsessed with dragons at the moment. By the way, have you met my alter-ego, Lilithuaine the dragon?-

1. I cannot play basketball. At all. =(

2. I hate the sound of the drilling machine.

3. My boots which have been worn only three times, have been thrown away.

4. There are real (but very rare) gems which can be found in lala shops.

5. The ASP bookstore @ SS14 has a twelve per cent discount for textbooks.

6. Your mum can accuse you of sexual harassment. In a joky way. Yep.

7. I am terrible at giving advice vocally.

8. Chinese tea. mmm.

9. The most unexpected people can make you feel loved.

10. Similarly, the most unexpected people can hurt you.

11. People actually read my blog.

12. Chinese chess is interesting.