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Saturday. 8.26.06 9:42 am
Aw, you've all made me so happy! I feel so welcome here! Thank you!
I wrote up a little piece after finding nuTang. It has nothing to do with nuTang, alright? Just some philosophical rambling that I had to get down. You see, I start thinking in my head when I have nothing to do. In this case, I was in front of my laptop which was pretty lucky. Ususally I draw some sort of conclusion in my head, make a note to remember it, and then forget it the moment I open my mouth. -.-' Anyway, I had gone through a few blogs and saw that you can post things like that up here. I was happy and that got me wanting to join (well, it pushed the rising tide to 'yes!'). So I wrote it up while I waited for to someone to give me an invite code (Thanks, dave!). So go ahead to my Reading and read!
*Note: (Quote from my comment to The-Muffin-Man) It is all speculation. Different ways to think/look at it. (End of Quote)
I just keep thinking and writing while things churn in my head. I start in one direction and end up in another that way. So I could contradict myself. I never know.
Oh, yes, one more thing. Kuri reminded me of something about me. I didn't put this in my profile, but I like comics, too. Manga and some anime (depends). If I'm in a bookstore, I'll go check them out. Or whenever I have time on my hands and I want to read. I would go to Fiction, but sometimes my eyes get tired and I just want picture books...I read enough.
Sunday. 9.24.06 3:31 pm
Good afternoon, m'lads and gals. How is everyone this glorious day? =]
My day went off in a bang and ended in the solemn drones of violins.
**The unexpected surprise of having lunch with a few family friends. And being able to go and visit a friend of mine who was volunteering today. I got her the gig by-the-way. =D
~~Then, the mother-master's decree to go back to moving boxes and bags alike. So out came the tiny laundry cart and bulging baby muscles (mine). Trying to heft them big boxes by this petite and delicate of a lady. Mother-Master couldn't be seen in public with them, of course, and so it was my job to do so.
My skin is sensitive, very sensitive. So when I finish climbing the mountain of...things (while carrying box after box), little welts have appeared all over my arms. And legs. I'm poofed. >.<
Yet I'm still not done yet. Whopee. And I still have to paint the apt., that is, if my mother can possibly make up her mind. Two choices: paint it ourselves (whatever colors we like => we bought the paint already) OR let the building paint it (white by cheap paint).
Oh, and please check out my Reading room! I have posted up a short not-story thing. I had found an interesting detail-thingmajig in one of O. Henry's short stories. So I decided to emulate. =P Bad by-the-way.
I have another one from Sylia Plath's The Bell Jar, but I don't have time to post it. I have to go back to the storage space...
--Oh, wait. My site's dimensions/proportions are messed up. If you can't read my short not-story like me =P, highlight the whole thing and copy 'n paste into WordPad or whatever. Sorry...^-^;;
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