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Your Japanese Name Is...

Kohana Shijo

What's your Japanese Name?

your name in japanese quizes. always multilating my name.

You Should Get a Rose Tattoo

Sexy and classic You are pure rock and roll, party girl. So is your tattoo.

What Tattoo Should You Get?

That's really pretty!

On Average, You Would Sell Out For

$1,078,508

At What Price Would You Sell Out?

$$$$$it might be less, if i weren't so desperate for money$$$$$$

have you guessed, how unwilling i am to study?

Your Superhero Profile

Your Superhero Name is The Gamma Nova Your Superpower is Super Strength Your Weakness is Itching Your Weapon is Your Gas Throwing Stars Your Mode of Transportation is Chariot

What's your Superhero Name?

For my recent superhero fixation. i even dream about being one, damnit. my weapon will be FARTS and BURPS!

look what i found while procrastinating medisoc studies..

Your Eyes Should Be Hazel

Your eyes reflect: Intellect and sensuality What's hidden behind your eyes: Subtle manipulation

What Color Should Your Eyes Be?

HELP

btw, i need help with this template!!
fugly thing.
narrow columns, all that wasted space,
and well, not all that fantastic.
my favourite part of the whole thing is only
that the fancy 50's housewifey looking part
of legs has a skully tat right above her
prim heels.

HELP ME, DESIGNER GEEKS GENIUSES!!

you could have it all, my empire of dirt.



i broke a promise to myself today.
i smoked.
i didn't know it's common knowledge that shisha contained tobacco.
"... so where did you think all the smoke came from?"
i thought i was just fruity, dirty air in a pretty vase. a cheap thrill.
i know, i know.
it begun as a spontaneous novelty for me. unfortunately for me, the guy i smoked it with, A*, quit smoking (cigarettes) two days before. he failed to mention the two days part in all his casualness, hence my assumption that it was, well, a while ago.
for his girlfriend. he quited for his girlfriend.
who of course, was there, to bridle in smiling silence, for the two hours we were smoking shisha in arab st.

a little... wracked with guilt.
my mom would cry if she knew. my father's partial, shotgun excuse for being the bastard he is, is, you guessed it, smoking. doesn't help that he is your typical japanese man.
the gf, my especially close friend, hinted, and i didn't notice.
he was trying to quit. and i sprouted horns, forked tail and turned flaming red.
i caused the first rift between them. being franky sorta people, we mended, but still.
i broke a passionate promise to myself. and enjoyed it, when i was non the wiser.
pathetically queasey, from the guilt, nicotine and loath combination.

honestly though, i'd admit.
it was fun, learning how to smoke. breathing techniques, apple minty taste on my tongue, the minor high, pretty vase, looking like a dragon(a feat harder then i thought) and a keepsake. :)
pictures to come.

wikipedia can't quite decide if shisha is worse or not as bad as cigarettes.

i know in weeks to come, this would be a laughable insider joke between the three of us.
but for now,
all the beautiful, crafty, underground things i hysterically, feverishly adore in arab st won't tempt me back there anytime soon. nope. not even CHEAP GORGEOUS fabric.

this is where the practical bitch in me chimes in with,
"ah well, at least i got fantastic craftacious stuff today already!"

what a bitch, no? :)

There's a charm in my pocket,
to keep me safe when you are away,
When you became the charm in my heart.


All the sweet, sweet people who commented on the last, rather embarassing post. :)
Off to ChiangMai, Thailand on the 14th March! :)
Marketing test today :/
Over and done with :D

Am I psyched for for ChiangMai or what?

Of course, when I signed up for this trip I had the happiest visions of building a playground in a super kampong style village, where we would wash our clothes by beating it with sticks, sleep in mosqitoe nets, have no wireless network (THE HORROR.) and spoil little scampering kids with a dollar's worth of sweeties.

Stop laughing, it's a shy vision. See it got scared away.

So instead, I'm going to teach english, conduct activities and give... computer lessons?!
uh-oh.

Catch a falling star,
put it in your pocket,
save it for a rainy day.


i am sad.
sometimes there seems to be a reason why.
like that bastard.
or school. family. friends.
or heck, the other bastard.

other times, i wonder, too.
i feel like i spent my entire semester in mild depression.
last semester too.
i am Jack's wasted life.
my new friends probably think this is the way i am.
maybe depression is the wrong word.
it is, afterall, a medical condition with all the inherent gee gaws.

i keep quiet.
and when lips are laid together for too long,
it doesn't stay as limber anymore.
a mold of concrete grows over them.
the tongue seems to swell
fat, lazy and thick
til it fills the mouth
and solidifies there.

i am sad.
often, i question my decision to go to mass communication.
ambition aside, i seem to fade more everyday.
i can barely muster the motivation to make my school deadlines.
i know i should be very worried and very driven to make my grades.
so i am.
i have groupmates i cannot let down.
i hate the competitive, manipilative and false in here.
i hold back from their growing camaraderie.
don't ask me why.
i think i may infect people with my sadness.
im not the best company anymore.
i only talk when necessary nowadays
and sometimes, rather sporadically.

maybe i am not sad.
it's not quite right.
i am emotionless.
numb.
yeah, numb.
everything seems to be on mute and a mile away from me.

i remember the loudmouthed, opinionated, cursing bitch i used to be.
sometimes i can still resurrect her for my old friends.
she would think i'm a bloody idiot for publishing this.
and that depression is, really, for attention seeking losers.
she hates depression.

but i don't much care anymore.

hopefully megabitch would be back in full force for next semester because i need her back to deal with that bastard. bastards.

I muse.

im exhausted. i look fugly, haven't shaved the requisite areas, am border-line panicking, and only because i'm too tired to waste that kind of energy. the guy from reference service at NLB sucks. i am about to spend the entire night on marketing. there is flash, editing script, a locvid test tomorrow afternoon i havent got time to study for and medsoc tut to prepare for in the morning. and i really want to try to do a poster.

when you have finished whinging to anyone who would listen, what do you do?





procrastinate, of course. even when it is VERY unadvicable at this stage.

For your amusement, here's something to muse tonight. (bad pun. but i digress.)

Q. Why do they never watch TV in the movies, except in horror movies?




:)

i got bored. and aisyah reminded me about blogging. and i'm off to do more work now.