All posts tagged memories

Queries (Writing, Love and the Likes)

Published January 25, 2014 by sophiachandler

I attended another beautiful gathering yet once again~

(it seems that I use ‘beautiful’ to describe all the gatherings I attend .-. I wonder why)

but nooooo it WAS fun being there with everyone even though I was giggly and high and had a bit of a lisp/mispronunciation problem going on throughout the whole thing. It was fun trying to tackle two people to the ground and tie them together using a rubber band chains so that they’d be handcuffed for life 😀 and using cheesy pick-up lines on each other and people who blush too easily and shipping people together and getting shipped with people and the guitar and dancing and phone-stealing and revenge and a whole lot of other things.


And when I left everyone including the guys hugged me (that shall be ticked off on my bucket list :D) and I left with warm, fuzzy memories :3

I’d like to know how it’s like to fall in love.

But now I’m home I have to do homework 3: and write my story :(:) and try desperately to develop my characters and MY GOD FINALIZE THEIR NAMES ALREADY SO YOU CAN WRITE and get my storyline straight. If anyone bothers to answer, here are a few questions I have about writing:

  1. How long should a chapter be? As in, approx. how many words/pages (on a Word document)?
  2. How long does it take for the pre-story planning process?





Published December 23, 2013 by sophiachandler

To say that Saturday was anything but magic would not have been right.

Because it was.


Okay I’m just going to stop with the dramatic intro. I’m still on my #YOLO high after all my partying on Saturday. Remember I told you guys I would be partying non-stop for three days? I’m back! And ready to update you guys on what happened!

On Friday it was a gathering at Jason’s house. I might or might not have mentioned that. I’m just going to rush through this part because the real deal is the next day, but anyways, it was a bit awkward with all our friends around. Especially since they knew about it. I swear I tried to enjoy myself and have fun with Clarissa (remember the Cohens I went on vacation with? That was my best friend mentioned) and her lil’ sister, Elle. Who is too cute for words. I got myself wet splashing around in the wading pool after trying to get my slipper which I dropped in the pool. Then we played wink murder, which I shall not go into detail about because my performance was too embarassing to discuss.


“We’re goin’ at it tonight, tonight
There’s a party on the rooftop
Top of the world tonight, tonight
And we’re dancin’ on the edge of the Hollywood sign”
~Tonight, Tonight by Hot Chelle Rae

I think it was all a blur. But this is the party where I’ve finally opened out and stepped out of my comfortable, cynical, world-mocking shell for a long moment to take a deep breath and see the beauty of being human, of being crazy and normal and letting everything go for one night. We played Truth or Dare, and I let all my secrets evaporate into the misty, cool night air, not once stopping to turn back and bow my head. I hugged people. I hugged people I don’t talk to normally, people I’m wary of, people my once paranoid self termed as “hates me” and people I love and cherish very deeply (I’m talking about you Kia, CCJ, Clarissa and Sam!), so much that I point to them and go, “She’s my girlfriend.” (Remember that for your whole life, Kia!)

I think this is the first time I’ve truly ever felt like I belong.

Sunday was really nothing, but I managed to eat quite a bit for the buffet! I had a nice long nap afterwards ^^

Earlier today I had my high school orientation. It was nice seeing all my friends again, and hugging them to death, and learning that I would be taking up Japanese on the side together with Kia and a couple other friends. I got my books and stationery – the usual stuff. Nothing very new or exciting.

When I came home, I brainstormed a bit and… I am pleased to announce that I am in the midst of writing a new story! Once I proofread my first chaoter and stuff, it will be up on my Wattpad page. I’ll inform you guys too!

And I realise I haven’t been using my Twitter a lot lately… I’ll be starting to now!



Published December 20, 2013 by sophiachandler

I was reading a Tips and Tricks on Wattpad book (I try to read every single one I come across nowadays) when I noticed that one of the tips was to keep a journal/notebook close by so that you could write down all your ideas that would pop up randomly when you least expected it. Especially, the narrator went on to explain, by your bedside, so that you could scribble down something just when an idea struck you before bed and you didn’t want to try and remember in the morning. Or you could use it to record down your dreams too, before you forgot them.

And that got me thinking about my dreams. I have weird dreams. Doesn’t everyone? There’s always this recurring dream that I have of some guy that looks suspiciously like Tarzan wearing nothing but a thong, freefalling with his arms reaching out towards the light at the end of the long rock tunnel he’s falling through. Like Alice In Wonderland. I used to keep having that when I was about six, and it freaked me out.

There’s also another dream that I’ve had recently.

The dream is really. Freaky. I think I must be reading too many Battle Royale wiki pages already. My mind is being possessed by some bloodthirsty spirit.

Anyway, in my dream our entire grade was in a war. And by war I mean soldiers and guns and killing and blood. I saw a lot of blood. I can’t be sure about dead bodies.

I don’t remember the war part, only the post-war stuff. And there was one very vivid part, towards the end of the scene, that I remember really clearly. That part is the freakiest.

So what happened is that towards the end of the war, our side won, and we started collecting bodies and everything, for some reason. The war was taking place in this swampy place, with a river, I think, but there was land on one side and a river and on the other side of the rover, a thick, dense jungle. Bodies that for some reason looked brown and lumpy and human-shaped poop were being fished out of the river and stuff. And then I heard someone call, “Pierre’s (not his real name) dead!”

(Pierre: what I am currently calling the grade genius because of his capability to be amazing in every single freaking subject in class.)

And then we saw him laid out with glasses intact (somehow) and everything. And then we were all shocked, and grieved over his loss for a long time. Then someone cremated his body and made an altar to him.

That’s when I woke up.

At first I went, “Whoa.” And then, because in the morning my brain tends not to work, “why do I hate Pierre so much that I decided to kill him off in my dreams?”

That’s just one small example of how idiotic my brain is during the morning, after an especially mind-numbing class, et cetera. Then there was this other one time after an especially mind-numbing extra lesson (told you!) when I spotted a colleague of my dad, and waved to him. When he didn’t recognize me, I went, “Unh… unh… I’m my father’s… daughter?”

Ahahaha soooo funny.

I sound like Prince Charming in this video clip right here – but I digress.

That aside, my dream would make a very good story. I remember this other ‘group contribution’ story that someone created. But anyways the plot was based on a dream of an alien attack or something, but that was years back. And people had to die, but when we asked the whole grade to contribute no one wanted to offer themselves up for sacrifice. Everyone wanted to write from their perspective. I think I tried to voice the perspective of one of my fashion-obsessed, clean-freak friends, Willow, and mimicked her in the form of a cliche shallow popular teenage girl. And when we were eleven, these two other girls Tori and Harlow (not their real names!) and I wrote a story that was in the form of one of those cliche teen high school novels, with us being the popular clique and the main characters. The novel was basically all about our shallow love lives and partying and teenage awkwardness.

Don’t judge, ‘kay? I mean, we were only eleven and young and naive at the time.

I think now I’ll keep a notebook next to my bed to jot down my story ideas before bed.


P.S. If you want to read a teen fiction novel that will leave you, literally, rolling on the floor in fits of laughter, please check out Not All Blondes Do Backflips by CrayonChomper! I think she’s amazing!

I’m Sleepy

Published December 18, 2013 by sophiachandler

(image taken from: Daily Puppy)

Note: I meant to post this a day earlier, but my Internet crashed *sniff sniff* Treat it as a bonus post 🙂

I’m writing this after a hectic last-minute-Christmas shopping trip which lasted nearly five hours. And that’s not even inclusive of the eating and drinking part.

Well… I’m not saying I didn’t have fun. 😛

Kudos to my aunt and shopping buddy who managed to stay patient as I “shop-hopped” from one store to another! There were seven stores in total – I counted.

And then after I was done with my shopping, we went to a Ben and Jerry’s and had ice cream – good times, good times 🙂

On Friday I’m going to be Santa…. *sigh*

Because this was such a short post, I’ll leave you with some parting lyrics 😉 hopefully you guys can guess the song name!

“There’s a history through her 
Sent to us as a gift from the future
To show us the proof
More than that, it’s to dare us to move
And to open our eyes and to learn from the sky
From a cemetery
In the center of Queens”


Memories Aglow

Published November 27, 2013 by sophiachandler

I would have reblogged this from Kia’s blog, but I decided not to slack off and do my own narrative instead. Heh. 😛

Yesterday Kia and a friend hosted a barbecue for some of the kids in our grade at her home. Only it wasn’t much of a barbecue, because it rained, and they couldn’t start the fire, so the fifty-something kids in attendance mucked around in the function room with the stereo that Kia’s dad brought down (and also with a soccer ball). Then some of them decided to jump in the pool, fully clothed (clearly, they were drunk on soda) and push others into the pool, including my best friend.

There’re several playgrounds in Kia’s home including swings and a rock-climbing thing and this superfantasticawesomesplendidamazing zipline which we all jumped on, and let me just tell you that it is so much fun hurtling down a rope with the wind in your face and your hair flying out behind you… and then reaching the end of the zipline, where the hook(?) that’s connecting the zipline to the seat strikes the stopper that prevents you from hitting the metal bar which is the end of the zipline, causing you to swing up high, and then travel back at a slower pace in the opposite direction, before coming to a stop.

And then at about eight we all feasted on marshmallows.

We didn’t get to roast them, because the fire died… T.T but marshmallows are soft and gooey and chewy even without being roasted so I didn’t really mind! 😀

I can’t really find anything else to say about it… it was all fun and magical and me being more chatty than usual, especially with some boys. The moment at the swings was when I got high on euphoria, because there’s something amazing about being high and free and almost flying off your seat when you’re trying to beat someone in a swing competition.

I went to bed pretty late, and when I woke up all I could remember were memories that were glowing at the edges, like someone snapped a picture of the whole thing with an Instagram filter.

I’m going to throw in some lyrics from a song that really symbolises how I feel about the whole thing…

“Three thousand miles away
Feels like it’s forever
Seems like yesterday
We were just running around town together”
~ 3000 Miles, Emblem3

I listen to Emblem3 too!