Unless I'm a threat, you don't have to let my thoughts restrain you.


Cowardice is the bane of us womenfolk. ;)


If this is the way it's gonna end, I say end it all.


Frippery. I wonder why I bothered.


Backstabbing and hypocrisy. Ah...


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I've completed one chapter of the untitled story. Now I need someone to comment on it for me. Any takers? =/

French today was exceptionally good. (:


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Splurge splurge splurge. I love.
I would like to announce that...
after being...
jean-less for
hm...two years or so
I have finally gotten a pair of jeans.


-waits for applause-
-no applause?-
-really none?-
-oh well.-


Patheticness. Hm.


I've downloaded so many DHr videos. And read more DHr stories than ever. Sadly it seems as though TF won't be acting in the fifth movie. (fifth, bloody fifth, not this one) He's 18 already.


Time flies huh? Hard to believe that DRadcliffe was only 11 when he started filming the movie, and now he's sixteen. Bloody five years. Has it really been five years?! I feel as though the movie only began showing like, last year or last last year. Hell. Five years!


And Tom Felton is 18. Emma Watson is... I don't know. Rupert Grint, no idea. Oh well.


Five years!!!


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There was a saleslady who was really nice. (:
59 reviews for I.S... hm. More? Please?


Hell.

My clothes are uncomfortable.

Mm.


Michelle lyy just gave me a website of dmhg fics. And dmhg music videos. (:


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Chapter 22 of I.S. got uploaded yesterday or something and only 3 new reviews. Very, very touching tragic tale.


kick your arses to kingdom come


-rolls around laughing-


Divine humiliation. Touche!


My new plot. Oh well. I don't know.

I just visited neopets.


Oh, no, no, no, before you start thinking I'm some deranged retard, let me explain that it was a sentimental thing. I mean...nvm. You see, I had nothing to do (no fanfics! sob) so I just... went to neopets...


And I decided to advertise my guild. A sort of apology to the leader to explain my one-year disappearance.


And then there's this weird girl who's looking for a guild, and she says 'add me on msn! add me on msn!'


And I, with nothing better to do, adds her on msn.


Thus results a fifteen minute long conversation with her trying to convince me to give her my password.


It was irritating, how she kept putting up that crying emoticon. And saying, 'PLZ! PLZ! PLZ!'


Not to mention, 'i promise i wont scam!!!!!!!!'


I didn't give her my password. She annoys me. A lot.


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Anyway, I came up with an idea for a new fic. An Asian girl moving to Wethersfield. My ultimate dream, but anyway. I've got the plotline figured out already, so all I have to do is complete my LJ fic... I'm even figured out the names, but I'm not telling anyone because I know Paula and Robyn will laugh at my choice. Some poeple won't find it too amusing.


12.59pm.


Emerson Williams High. It's a real school in Wethersfield. That's where my story is set.


1am.


Happy Wednesday, everyone.


It's romance, of course.


I think it's a completely original plot idea, um, I'm not boasting.


And for once, it's not fanfic. Not that there's anything wrong with fanfic, but you know what I mean.


6 contacts online. Hmmmmmmmmmmm.


Nothing. I'm just bored.


I want to talk to someone!


Gosh, Bryan -my cousin- is forever out to lunch.


Not that I talk to him much.


Oh, I never talk to him. At all.


Vice versa.


It's pretty sad.

I confirmed my attendance with Ms Siti. Since when was there a Mdm Mageas at ZPS? I'm not well acquainted with the receptionist staff at ZPS, though Ms Siti sounds familiar... probably because she has a common name.


Wish I didn't have to attend training later. Then again, it's at NYP, so maybe it'll be interesting... as long as my dear seniors don't force 4 rounds of half-sprints on us. I don't know what they were thinking when they set off last Friday at such a quick pace for four rounds. Look, I know that after weeks of examinations they need to release all their pent up energy, but they could be classified as hyperactive.


Pity your juniors. Please please please.


I sound pathetic.


Maybe that's because I am pathetic.


Orange scrunchies! My favourite.


www.writing.com


My latest penname: Finella Ealasaid


I'm thinking of putting in "Elysia" somewhere there, but I can't figure out where...


Oh, my diary, I'd almost forgotten.


Review my DMHG fic!!!

I want ice cream. Gelato. Mint. $2.90 per single scoop. I love. Italian!


Heh. My DMHG fic is finally up. Mm... One-shot, of course... Review, please?
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2648727/1/


Reviews make my day.


But of course.


I think I'm going to be like Emily Dickinson in the future, only as a novelist, not a poet.


And Xiaxue appeared in the newspaper today. I read that post about handicapped toilets and I kinda agree with her. Anyway, they can fine her, put her in jail, flame her like hell, but the thing is - she's always gonna stand by her views. Actions can be forced, but not our own beliefs, so I don't think they're ever gonna crush her.


I think the Gryffindor Quidditch team, before Ginny came in, defines the very inner cool of cool. Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, Oliver Wood, Alicia Spinnet, George&Fred Weasley, Harry Potter... ah. I know, I memorized their names, how much of a fanatic can I be? I guess I have a thing for sports. And sports teams. The team spirit and everything, only I think the c'div sec1 2005 hockey team is pretty much split into half.


I guess us two sides just can't get along. Well, we get along, but we're too different to be close buddies. Shudder. Can't imagine, really really can't imagine.


One side is made of the outcasts, and the other side (which comprises the majority of our team) is made of... the others? Oh, I don't know. I don't particularly despise any one, at least, not anymore, but I know some people who harbour dislike for others. Je me demande pourquoi.


TRANSLATE IT, YOU LAZY IDIOT.
www.altavista.com/babelfish

I guess you know which side I belong to. (:


Press Alt+F4, please.


Are you still here?


Oh well, good for you.

None of my contacts are online. Pretty understandable, seeing as it's 1.46am. I thought, however, that I-ain't-no-sexist Joshua would be online at this time. Hm, lies, lies. Though I think it's more probable that he's blocked me. We had a conversation that might have inflicted harm on his manly pride. -ha, ha-


Still, on account that he spells "pessimist" as "pacimist", I don't think he'll ever read this. (:


I love hats.


I went to far east plaza today, and it's enough to make me want to deface every single item with the Billabong logo on it. Not only is the brand name exeedingly stupid (in my opinion), it's so common! There was this shop where practically every single bag had that dumb billabong logo on it. If I'm not wrong, I've seen all of these bags before. Originality is something they sadly lack.


Mm. Remus/Tonks is adorable. I read a WIP R/T fic, and they're really mushy, which is naturally a bit sick but the entire plot is really ingenious...


Oh, and how come all Slytherin guys -with the exception of Crabbe and Goyle- are portrayed as devilishly handsome? i.e. Draco Malfoy (this I have no doubt), Blaise Zabini (ditto!), Evan Rosier, Regulus Black, Tom Riddle...


Not that I have any objection, but it's getting a bit cliche. Well, I guess nice names have to be suited to nice looks. For the most part.


And, is Pansy Parkinson the only Slytherin girl in her year? Apart from Millicent Bulstrode, I mean.


Harry Potter's getting to me. I've finished writing the DMHG fic and I'm quite pleased with it, I just need to make Draco seem more... Draco. Make him meaner. But I've portrayed him as a more or less nicer person, because war has softened him (reverse effects, I know, but there's a reason...) and ...


Nothing very fluffy.


But I don't think you want me to ramble on about my writing.


Oh well, trying pressing Alt+F4


AU REVOIR.

I sense your probable exasperation.


Kinda ambiguous, don't you think?


www.allpoetry.com
literature, oh literature


After reading countless HGDM fics from Dangerous Liaisons, I've been inspired to write a story/poem about that couple because I really really really dislike my current HGDM one-shot. I've resorted to saying HGDM instead of DMHG because I'm a feminist. (:


Although I must admit, it's easier to type DMHG.


I prefer LEJP.


I don't like Ginny.


I don't know why. She just annoys me.


Maybe it's just because I don't like younger sisters.


Yeah, that's probably it.


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Aw, shut up.

There doesn't seem to be much to do apart from hogging the computer and downing countless cans of coke. There's something in me, nagging and nagging at me to start my holiday homework. I hate naggers.


I plan


Jog.
Library.
Cinema.
Homework.
Tennis.


I'm feeling especially nostalgic these days. This is my 300th post. Go me.