Twelve o’clock ( Read more... )

...I have an example of how NOT to write *dies from laughter*
http://theridiculant.metro.co.uk/2009/04/my-dear-your-feet-appear-to-be-marmosets.html

Midnineties. I am 4 or 5 years old in a day care. We are seated at a long, light table and given watercolors and paper. The caretakers tell us to paint flowers (or maybe we just all happened to paint them), and we get to work. We moisten the grimy watercolor sets, painting colorful bouquets. Red flowers are popular that day, and I, like everyone ( Read more... )

The standard procedures (for October and April especially ( Read more... )

I will now proceed to explain the full extent of the awfulness of my dancing in PLAY FORMAT.

Curtain rises. A group of friends dilly-dallies between two rows of lockers after school. A long-haired lad (known as T) starts playing techno/anime songs on his phone.Anne: *starts dancing ( Read more... )

Just to record this for posterity (in public), here is what happened throughout ( Read more... )

Yesterday, Dad, Grandma, and I saw the fireworks at Liberty Park. I would say that they are worth the hype (however, they were not lauched from Liberty Island itself, but Liberty Park ( Read more... )

Yey, I'm alive. Last entry September ( Read more... )

He met a girl that was blind
Shared pain and like-minded
Saw a star go from the sky
And wished that she could see

She opened her eyes
And left him in the same night

You know, a lot of those long posts aren't written in one sitting, but that I come back to them? Long attention span I have not ( Read more... )