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Wednesday, August 24, 2005 The only good thing about being female, is that there's a convenient excuse for all the blood they find. Confitebor tibi in cithara, Deus, Deus meus: quare tristis es anima mea, et quare conturbas me? ... she wrote at 10:08 p.m.Monday, August 22, 2005 The capacity for violence is in everyone. Please don't forget that. ... she wrote at 03:58 p.m.Saturday, August 20, 2005 Bought an A3 sketchbook yesterday to reward myself for the extremely insane week. Christianed it with a huge Millia picture on the first page. Yay! Wings are smex. Bought Tenjo Tenge 1 and Air Gear 2... can definetely see how his art has improved over the years. TenTen is pr0n. But Maya is hot and yes, I need to do her kendo outfit XDDD;; Had a MB make-up lecture today. =.=; Wanted to hit the arcade after that, but got dragged out shopping with Hueijing, Adeline and Xuan Wen. Haha. Forgot how crowded Orchard is on weekends. >_> Didn't buy much there, watched everyone try on things. Adeline is so fun to bitch with. XD Charlie and the Chocolate Factory "Golden Ticket" t-shirt is $65 at the Hereen. WTH. But the fit is so perfect... *wails* Bought myself a Happy Tree Friends shirt instead. Shall wear it on Monday. Yay! Retail therapy! Abercrombie & Fitch stretch jeans are immensely flattering. I think it has something to do with the spandex-cotton ratio and the thickness of the cloth but <3333 Am such a fickle idiot, when it comes to clothes. I keep declaring my love for each successive pair of jeans I buy. So sad. =( Espirit has new range of ugly ugly skirts - so disappointing. So tired when I reached home... then had to do something stupid to ruin my mood. ._. Alex is a spaz. Haha, why do I keep doing these retarded things all on my own impetus? Feel like "going postal with an Uzi", as Ken so eloquently put it. Fucking hell. ... *hugs Happy Tree Friends shirt* ;_; Taken from a PostSecrets postcard: [Good Omens, Famine] Thursday, August 18, 2005 I finished my microbiology practical write-ups! Granted, it was mostly rhetoric, but omg! It is done! And I can remember all the scientific names by heart now; somebody please stab me. Chamomile tea is love. It gives me strength to face CATS reports. Only one more presentation to go, then I can quietly and safely breakdown this weekend. >_> Fewmets. Just, really. Bleurgh. Just realised my library book is overdue. Oh no. Shall have to bring it along tomorrow. The latest Holy Zen! comic slays me utter. XD Oh god, computer syntax pickup lines. Priceless. Now itching to play GGXX - no! Must control... ... ... she wrote at 09:51 p.m.Wednesday, August 17, 2005 This week has been termed "hell week" by some clever people, and for good reason. Looking through my schedule makes me want to scream and run. Monday - IPC Presentation, MST CCT test Half-way through and already flagging. How can everyone else be so squee-y over their work? Oh god. Only two more presentations. Go, Alex. Please don't screw up. Stayed back in the library and drew Ky, because I absolutely did not want to do anything studious. =/ Um, he's quite yummy. I really don't like the way his coat hangs off his shoulders though. He must be really skinny underneath all that fabric. Eh. Came home and drew Millia in a fit of inspiration. Okay, am quite proud of it. Drew it entirely without references, only contour lines. =DD It is not entirely satisfying to sex her up, unlike some of the other females, but still. I think she looks alright. Mother came in while I was touching up Millia's eyes and started acting awfully weird (which, in her case is, Really Nice). She passed a whole lot of comments on the face, and then started to go on about how her colleagues wanted me to e-mail them some of my art. Erm. I think this has something to do with the extra print I gave her after Cosfest ("Draw me something... something pretty... a fairy?... something I can put up on my wall...") =.=; Which is what I get from almost everyone so I just gave her the print of Stranger and thought that was the end of it. Apparently not. >o< Bloody hell, if I have to take requests from all these office ladies I am going to scream and break something. I don't have time for all this! Either they're commissioning me or that's it. I really can't stand all this crap I get from people who keep telling me, "Oh... I know someone who need people to draw these sort of things... friend... of a friend... yeah, can I have your e-mail?" It's all bullshit - trust me, I've had at least ten would-be "referers" and in the end? Nothing ever happens. I'm still here, taking commissions for a pitiance, and yes, still studying Biomedical Science and not in some fancy design school. =P Ah, life's a bitch, and then you die. I know you love me, Mother, deep down, somewhere. At least you can take pride in something, eh? This "useless hobby"? And you didn't spend a single cent putting me through art school. God, you know, I love you too. ... she wrote at 09:20 p.m.Tuesday, August 16, 2005 Today was an alright day. My classmates are probably one of the last few things keeping me sane. No drama practice today so I came home and painted my CATS model. I've come to a decision: I just won't care anymore about the damn thing. Have them prop it up with their hands while they present for all I care. =/ Frankly, as long as I pass and don't have to retake this ridiculous module, I'll be grateful. There are so many other productive things I could do with my time. Like practising pouring agar plates, or something. What would I know. Reading old stories again, to pass the time. I miss Tami's writing - and she never updates anymore. I wonder how she's been. Go Not Gently makes me cry at the strangest parts. "Some black never comes off, linden-bloom," he said, "the only black that came off came off on you." All the paints are drying. Time to pack up. Waking up early tomorrow. ... she wrote at 09:55 p.m.Monday, August 15, 2005 Touch is an overrated sense. Living in a bubble would be nice, a sort of relief. Conditioned thought makes me feel lost when I see people genuinely enjoying the close company of others. Feeling disconnected - is it something I'm really feeling, or an expected reaction I'm going through the motions for? The heart is such a strange and chemical-addled thing, you can't be certain, ever. I tell myself it's okay to long for closeness, the warmth of careless limbs, curled up safe and dreaming of nothing at all. No more night terrors. No more screams, or curses, or prayers. I tell myself it's normal, understandable, human to want these things. The distinction between wants and needs - Thoughts are heartworms, burrowing under your skin, laying a cache of eggs and white, stillborn things, pultrifying, eating into your marrow. What is it like to say to another, stay, you are my blood, my bone, my bile, you cannot - I cannot forsake you- Accept these thoughts, and relinquish them. Burn them, offer them up. Another prayer, another suffering, which may be pleasing, serving, atonement for a sin. If only wants were not such cruel things. ... she wrote at 10:17 p.m.Sunday, August 14, 2005 Considering cosplaying something really crazy, like Natsume Maya's (Tenjo Tenge) 'deconstructed' kendo outfit. It's insanely easy to make, and it looks quite interesting as well. A perfect excuse to go shopping for pretty yukata cloth~ And maybe a really lux purple fabric for the skirt (though I think cotton is the only thing that will look appropriate). Satin linings! Cheap thrills! Cheap thrills! Liang Court Kino has the prettiest lacquared geta... And I never got to take any photos with my katana /ever/. It's just sitting pretty in my closet, ruining the feng shui. =P Squee! XD Ignoring Chemistry reports. I plotted all the graphs, but I'm too lazy to calculate gradients and rate laws. Pfft. Mother is going to pick brother up from his band concert later, which means the whole house to myself during dinner. Yay~ ... she wrote at 05:27 p.m.Saturday, August 13, 2005 I am ready to throw my CATS project into the swimming pool. I spent three hours on it today, to no real productive end. It's half-done, at best, and I need to cut up a plastic bowl or something, because working with clay is driving me insane. I went blog-hopping and now I have spyware on my computer. =.=; Fantastic. Clever, clever people, don't you realise hosting background mp3s on your blog doesn't come free? Prozac Nation had a happy ending. How surprising. Think I'll go play GGXX. Killing for kicks and giggles. Maybe I'll try to use I-No. ... she wrote at 08:08 p.m.Wednesday, August 10, 2005 I am exhausted, I am exhausted - Pillar of white in a blackout of knives. I am the magician's girl who does not flinch. If I quote anymore Plath, I am going to go mad. Being your own knight is a simple, yet unbearable thing. Being someone else's champion, or having someone wear your token - neat roles, defined courtesies we strive towards. Safe, understood, if banal niceties. Feeling special. Feeling purpose. On your own, there is no one to expect anything from you. On you own, there is no one to hold you, or on to you, as you pull apart in sinewy pieces, on the altar of your own black desire. ... she wrote at 09:58 p.m.Sunday, August 7, 2005 Stayed at home the entire weekend. Slept, on and off, almost done with my library books. I need to make a model of a toilet bowl for my CATS presentation. Out of clay. I spent $6 on it and now I'm afraid to even touch it. =.=; Art Friend is such a bloody rip-off. I'm going to Popular to look for metallic clay to make a rough prototype first before I rip open this packet. I want a new sketchbook - catridge paper <3, some new pens perhaps. Need to start drawing again. I'd like a jacket as well - maybe that gorgeous red one from Calvin Klein. It's a guy's cut though. =( And completely out of my budget haha. ... she wrote at 08:54 p.m.Friday, August 5, 2005 Alex fails at life, again. My mouth was a crib and it was growing liesI didn't know what love was on that day my heart's a tiny blood clot I picked at it it never heals it never goes away I burned all the good things in The Eden Eye we were too dumb to run too dead to die This was never my world you took the angel away I'd kill myself to make everybody pay This was never my world you took the angel away I'd kill myself to make everybody pay I would have told her then she was the only thing that I could love in this dying world but the simple word "love" itself already died and went away This was never my world you took the angel away I'd kill myself to make everybody pay This was never my world you took the angel away I'd kill myself to make everybody pay I burned all the good things in The Eden Eye we were too dumb to run too dead to die - Coma Black/Coma White, Marilyn Manson ... she wrote at 09:46 p.m.Friday, July 29, 2005 Once upon a time, I have discovered, covers a multitude of sins. I occured to me, while drawing, that what I've been searching for is not a "boyfriend", in any romantic sense of the word, but a muse. Something glass-spun and dark-eyed; something equally beautiful and broken. Jagged razor edges, brief half-smiles. Something inspiring. Something out of a dream, perhaps. I've said it once, I'll say it again: I hate boys who look like boys. Scruffy, unwashed, disgraceful things. I like perfect, elegant, knife-sharp manners, black humour, and knowing poems by heart. So mannered, he's almost frigid. Measured voices. Sharply-dressed scarecrows. Broad, straight shoulders. Delicate, high bones. A cruel smile. Perfect white teeth. Pale, lily-pale, and bloodless. Faultless articulation, eloquence, a head that compartmentalizes and doesn't indulge in self-pity. I don't want kicked, wet-eyed puppies; I want stalking hellhounds. I wouldn't mind if my muse were queer - I'd love him even more, if it were possible. So we wait. For Icarus, for Kir, for Calliope. Old myths and smoke-prayers. We wait for someone to tell us a changeling story, and make us believe. In the slowing-down-honeying of time, in sea princes, in whispers, in lies writ in spit and blood and dust - and in love, perhaps. ... she wrote at 11:23 p.m.Wednesday, July 27, 2005 Dragged my laptop to school, because I felt so computer deprived at home. I ought to do Maths Online, because I'm only two topics to completion (ie. two topics behind everyone else) - but I too lazy. Of course. I passed IPC, and felt immensely digusted with myself at the grade. Today I drew Maple in Maths class. I gave her larger eyes than I was supposed to. She doesn't look her age. I really hope we won't be tested on implict logarithms. Erm. I feel utterly useless in school. I'm not clever, and everyday between classes I daydream about flunking every single subject and transfering to design. Not that they'd let me, but, well. I can't fail, but I can't ace anything. Mediocrity is so disheartening. So tired. So fucking tired. I don't know what I'm doing wrong. Whatever you do, you just can't win. Finished reading Lord of Emperors. It had a sad ending. Why can't I cry when I want to? D'Angelines can weep for beauty, but I can't even do that anymore.
it's just your ghost
Monday, July 25, 2005 Just got my maths paper back. Scored exactly what I expected - just average. Everyone is worried to death over IPC; if I pass... well, perhaps the gods will smile upon me. =P Tired. Had a strange dream last night - dreaming I was in someone else's bed. Dreaming someone else was in bed with me. Woke the whole house up screaming. "You sounded like you were being raped last night," Father intoned, boredly, when I shuffled out of my room in the morning. Yes, Dad, rather. What is the worth of a pound of flesh? Reading Lord of Emperors, almost done with it. A hundred odd pages to go. ... she wrote at 03:36 p.m.Sunday, July 24, 2005 Long, unproductive weekend. I planned to practice GGXX, but I ended up writing night court ficlets. Michelle Cross has a gorgeous voice. She sounds like a younger Tori Amos and er, infinetely more coherent, lyrics-wise. I have a new muse; her name is Maple. She's not much better than Hyacinth. -_o It seems everyone in the night court is a bit screwed up. It might have something to do with their really dysfunctional childhoods and the way they get sold off. Hur. I have no idea where she sprung out from. I intended to make her a colour-character, but she sort of morphed into a solid personality, and I had to give her a backstory (longer than his eep!). Wondering if I can get tickets for the Natsumatsuri... or else I might have to queue for ages that day. Nevermind, will have Aoi to accompany me in that case. XD Debating whether to wear a yukata. I have six to chose from, but no obi or geta. Tomorrow's morning classes are cancelled (we made up for them last Thursday already). Yay~ I can sleep in late again. Wonder why Aurenn hasn't called; probably busy with AEP stuff. I miss her lots. XP ... she wrote at 09:13 p.m.Friday, July 22, 2005 The internet is lagging like a bitch. I can't load lj, but anyhow. I'm back! Yes! Common tests are over and I screwed up 1 out of 4 papers so hey it ain't so bad. XD My brother is whining, tossing and turning. Serves him right for not letting me on earlier. >P Now he can't sleep with the lights on. Eh. I finished Sailing to Sarantium! IT IS BRILLIANT. (Okay, and there was only a wee bit of smut, and it didn't crop up again, so it's alright.) I want to buy Tigana and eat it all up, but first I need to finish Lord of Emperors (the sequel to Sailing to Sarantium) OMG COURT INTRIGUE YAY YAY I LOVE YOU GUY GAVRIEL KAY, AND YOUR MIDDLE NAME IS SO HOT. Laggy, laggy internet. Piffle. ... she wrote at 11:35 p.m.Thursday, July 21, 2005 "I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
- Mad Girl's Love Song, Sylvia Plath ... she wrote at 08:22 p.m.Tuesday, July 19, 2005 In the midst of common tests. Today is a "free day" (ie. no paper), so I get a bit of internet-time. I lost my ATM card. AT A CASH DEPOSIT MACHINE. I took my reciept and happily walked off without waiting for my card to be returned. Unfortunately it was not retained by the machine (someone took it... bored idiots...) so I need to fork out money for the replacement. Yet more proof that Alex is indeed just bloody brilliant. 6 months before I get to a decent standard in GGXX... at least based on the gamers I know. Aniki plays May which is disturbing, and yet utterly in line with his character as well. Only five more months to go... time to go joystick-hunting at Sim Lim. My throat and nose hurt, in a vague achy way. Just saying. 271 pages of Sailing to Sarantium so far. Read most of this in one sitting on Sunday. Now it's all SEXSEXSEXYAY, which miffles the reading experience quite a bit, and I enjoy George R. R. Martin's way of handling the smut better than Kay's but I quibble, yes. Alas, I am still very much biased towards Martin's style, because it is very beautiful in a stark, unpresumptuous way, made even more aching when he inserts a descriptive phrase, whereas Kay tends to be heavy-handed with the purple prose. I suppose both are equally sound stylistic devices in their own right, depending on the effect that the author wants to achieve. Since Martin is writing a sweeping epic, and Kay is focused more on a single main character, well, it's to be expected I guess. ~300 more pages to go, but I need to revise, urgh, so no more human drama for me until I get my IPC done. (At this point in time, you might have come to realise that I don't do Harry Potter. I'm quite happy to amuse myself with spoilers, though I've only watched the first two movies (primarily for Ms. Granger), but, yes. I really don't think I'll be reading The Half-Blood Prince, ever.) ... she wrote at 11:10 a.m.Sunday, July 17, 2005 Aileen smiles and rests her chin on her hands. "Of course, love. It's not finished yet. Not September's, not yours either." It was a good story, Jared thinks. Idly, he turns the tumbler on its coaster. "He should be dead. September said so before. Vincent's a clever, clever boy, but he ought to be dead." He licks the condensation off his fingers. "But he isn't, is it? We all aren't." Her lemon-slice is sinking sadly in her glass of water. Jared watches it trail stringy pulp as it descends. "I always though it was a little like smoke," she gestures, thin hands fluttering, a billowing shape. "Like apples. You know, they fall to the ground and next week they're gone. Eaten. Rotten." Smoke-shapes move through his head. Vincent lying in a pile of red apples. Worms wave to Jared from the tangle of his hair. "God," Jared declares, suddenly, too loudly. He checks himself, purses his lips. "Aileen," he says, softer now, "I miss him." "He'll return, soon enough." Aileen pats his hand reassuringly. "Right before you even know it." "We're going home, then, when he does?" "We are, dear." Aileen runs her thumb across his knuckles. "Yes, we are." you left and now all the words are coming back ... she wrote at 12:54 a.m.Saturday, July 16, 2005 Am so hyper I'm bouncing off the walls. I feel giddy, like I need Ritalin. Daaaaaamn. And my leg keeps twitching. Went out today with Ziru and friends. Fantastic time. Bought Guy Gavriel Kay's "Sailing to Sarantium" series ahaha am going to flunk common test at this rate. Oogled anime merchanise and I found the Millia figurine I've been eyeing - both versions!! (Isuka - Normal, and red.) The price of love: $62. >.< Did not buy it obviously because fantasy novels have drained my wallet. Had lunch, cracked bad jokes, then split up to go to the arcade. Played GGXX to a few bewildered friends who cheered Ate a most decadent dinner - sushi and milk tea. My stomach protests, but it died down while I was watching GalaxyQuest OMG ALAN RICKMAN TOO FUNNY XDDD My legs ache a little - walking and the rain, I guess. Need more excercise. Am an old, old woman. =X ... she wrote at 11:02 p.m.Friday, July 15, 2005 Why is it that the lyrics I make out in all the songs I listen to different from the ones listed online? Puzzling. Craving hazelnut pralines. God, I get the oddest cravings at times. Played GGXX for two hours today, working off imagined stress and this feeling of inertia. Trying out different characters helps you get a better feel of the controls, I find. Taken a liking towards Johnny. Mmm. XDD; He's fast, rather, and I like his style. Played Millia up to the final stage (FINALLY!!!) and promptly got my ass handed to me by Boss I-no. And I dodged her bloody Megalomania move but her normal stuff just killed me. I only beat her, like, one out of three fights? x.X; Sigh. Need to have faster reflexes... learn to block... learn to RC/FRC/dead-angle attack... argh... ... I'm getting somewhere, I think. The question is, am I getting there fast enough? Two years ago I put down my writing to concentrate on my artwork. It wasn't a definete decision, just something that happened over time. I guess I just ran out of pretty words and decided to express myself in drawings. It worked, fairly well, I suppose. There are some things you can't convey in either words or pictures. What does one do about it then? It's late. Wow. I'm surprised my brother can sleep with the light on. And I missed the O.C again, for the millionth time. --- Funny, how the more I write, and draw, and pull image after image from my head and slap them on paper, the lighter I feel inside. A strange sort of emptiness follows after each picture is done and signed, after a thousand words are tided up and double spell-checked, proof-read. A belated elation - how is this supposed to make me feel better? Am I supposed to feel happier hollow? Yet, as time wears on, the feelings collect again, I need to drain them. Beg another request, another idea. Devouring magazines in search of inspiration. Make myself remember and cry and spill it out, ink-blood running over keys and fingers and words words words enough to drink, enough to drown in, and never feel lonely again. I like creating things. I like saying phrases and giving them life and trying out new words, even if it sometimes displeases people. I want to know the name of everything in the world, I want to define every feeling and every negative space a person leaves in their absence. I want to rationalize these things in the hope that once I have a word for every part of this external environment I can begin to understand and grasp the complications inside of me. I want someone to sit me down and explain these intangibles, explain them like a hydrogen-bond-reaction, like orbitals and neurophils. I want someone to say "It's okay," and blot out the circus in my brain with a touch, a turn of phrase. ... she wrote at 12:28 a.m.Wednesday, July 13, 2005 He's all done now! Three hours of colouring - my best results to date. XD Click on the thumbnail for the full picture.
I'm typing a back story for him. Info dump! Those interested can read on. Hyacinth is eighteen, and stands at a modest height (~160 cm). He has a slight build, thin shoulders and narrow, long limbs. His skin is pale and has a slight ashen cast to it. He has large, thickly-lashed green eyes. His hair is dark and appears violet under the light. It is layered and falls to his waist. He rarely appears with his face unpainted - due to all this, he gives the impression of a frail girl. Hyacinth speaks little, and rarely smiles. Abandoned at birth, Hyacinth's true name was lost when he was sold to the night court. He did not bloom until his twelfth year. He has spent the majority of his life sheltered in the wall of the court. Hyacinth knows nothing about his parents. He has no known siblings. Hyacinth is rarely advertised, and his role is primarily that of an entertainer - Hyacinth dances well, and often it is enough for to him to be on display. Nonetheless, he holds the rank of courtesan, and for good reason. Hyacinth wears ear cuffs on his right ear. They show that he is property of the night court. The faint smell of sandalwood accompanies him wherever he goes. ... she wrote at 05:04 p.m.Wednesday, July 13, 2005 Re-reading Good Omens. This book is a blast. Eek! And it's already Wednesday. >.<; Aniki is back from San Francisco ~ wonder if he wants to go out for tea. =( I wonder if Mother will let me out, after I spent the whole of Sunday at Cosfest... ... Pop psychology makes a girl's day. Take the quiz here: http://quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx Vaguely accurate, but then again, selective thinking. Hur. Your view on yourself: You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you. The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for: You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for your life partner. Perhaps you should be more open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking for might hide their charm under their exterior. Your readiness to commit to a relationship: You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person. The seriousness of your love: You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love. Your views on education Education is less important than the real world out there, away from the classroom. Deep inside you want to start working, earning money and living on your own. The right job for you: You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success. How do you view success: You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying. What are you most afraid of: You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel. Who is your true self: You like privacy very much because you enjoy spending time with your own thoughts. You like to disappear when you cannot find solutions to your own problems, but you would feel better if you learned to share your thoughts with a person you trust. ... she wrote at 11:06 a.m.Monday, July 11, 2005 My mouse is dead, and now I'm using the tablet to navigate and click. This is damn sad... Yesterday was Cosfest. Went to sell prints~ super fun, but oddly tiring. I felt like I was losing my voice towards the end because I was being a chirpy shopkeeper over the horridly LOUD SOUND SYSTEM. >.<; MEEEEEHHH. Anyway. Aki-chan's artwork has improved 4587301712 times and I'm afraid to sell stuff with her, because she's just that good. She's great to share a booth with - we had so much to crap about. Her dollfie-lurve is rubbing off on me, too, and pretty badly at that. OMG, EL, MY LOVE, WHY CAN'T YOU BE REAL?!?! XDD Luckily, still managed to turn profits at the end of the day, on top of the booth and printing costs. Then, I happily went and blew it all on dinner and transport. LOL. Have a bit left though, enough to make prints for the next round MWAHAHAHAHA. Sawah came! So happy~ And she even saw Rika perform! <3 And so did Marian and Christine ZOMG have not seen you girls in ages. X3 They all bought stuff. Hehe, feel so loved. I heart all of you wildly! Met so many new people and artists; super tired at the end of the day. Went to have dinner at Sakura ("Thai" food, that turned out more Chinese than anything) with Zio and company. Everyone kept encouraging me to lose my table manners - god, ate like a /savage/ yesterday. If Mother saw me, she'd rap my head with her chopsticks. @.@; The whole group of them are so damn funny (lame and off-colour, as well, but you can't have it all, so) - reminded me of Charis, Lance, Michael, and Brandon. Good times. Six more days of holiday left - have to start planning a study timetable. =( I spent the whole of today vaccuming and dusting my (shared) room. Changed all the sheets and pillow cases - Alex, Magiclean woman! Huzzah! ... she wrote at 03:45 p.m.Friday, July 8, 2005 CATS presentation was a relative success. Yeah! Another thing I can happily strike off my to-do list. Tomorrow there's a microbiolgy test in the morning. I studied, but nothing seems to penetrate my foggy brain. ;-; Ohnoes. Aegis: No worries! XD And my laptop works now. Guess I hit the power button too many times. Lag~ ^^; --- baker baker, baking a cake - Baker Baker, Tori Amos ... she wrote at 11:06 p.m. |
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