So on a not so sunny afternoon, HC Girls' Soccer arrived at the site of their final battle against IJC, the dragonfly infested fields of Tanglin.


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For anyone who even remotely gives a damn:

High fever over past 3 days. Missed 2 papers :D Lost 3 kg :D Love and hugs needed. Promise not infectious. Probably. It's more effective than a diet anyway

Considering the benefits of vegetarianism. Doesn't mean I like animals though, slobbering beasts. Except Pandas. Lovely, highly endangered, picky eaters.

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Huang Cheng, yet another victory in expressing the creative potential of HC students, yet another year of passion, devotion and equality for all man. Can I ever mention Huang Cheng without making a communist reference? Just as much as Faith can see the colour purple and not snigger ( Read more... )

I don't know how it ended up this way but I'm going to have to take the SAT. FOR REAL DDD ( Read more... )

I deem today [belatedly] Joey Appreciation Day. Such a sweet, wonderful girl. Why can't our juniors be more like her? Stupid GEPers. What's with the attitude? No wonder people hate us ( Read more... )

I can't stand the angel-mortal game!! Ahhhhh. Is every average kid's interest 'eating, sleeping and slacking around'? I thought gobalisation made us all hip and happening?! HELLO CHILDREN WHAT DO YOU USE THE INTERNET FOR? Other than sending chain mail, chatting in lol netspeak and inflicting others with badly spelt days of your life ( Read more... )

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Miyano Mamoru's journal post upon releasing a character single for Tamaki [translated]:

Isn't it sooooooooooooo cool??????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!☆☆☆☆w(゜o゜)w
I'm like Gackt☆☆☆(>_<)I'm like Gackt☆☆☆(>_<)（haha）
Innit suuuuuuuper cooool～～～????☆☆☆

This guy is going to be Raito? XD Like Gackt indeed.

Fun

1. Burn lots and lots of promised CDs. Wheedle others for ( Read more... )

She trudges forward in the midnight gloom.
It hangs like a shroud, clinging to the fairness of her alabaster skin. Her feathery eyelashes, frail like the first snow of a bitter winter, flutters and closed in the slightest of motions.
It is cold.
She sighs, subtle and distant as the tinkering of silver bells in some obscure cathedral. Her breath ( Read more... )