From Phoebe:
One nendriod, Kagamine Rin, Daughter of Evil.
SO AWESOME WAIFU.
(Plus drawings which I WANNA SEEEEE - she hasn't finished them yet)
From Amelia:
One Amigo album.
FUCKK OMG I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.
From Amelia and Megan:
Four SHINee badges, Taemin, Taemin, Taemin, Taekey.
HAPPYZ
From Gladys:
One SHINee photobook. Night.
SOOO FUCKING HOTT OMG /DIES/
Hundred plus brithday wishes on FB. Spammed with notifications, in the end it became, Blah blah and blah blah along with 100 friends posted on your wall. Thanks FB. Only got spammed a little. ^^
/EDIT:/ From JieLing, Rachel, and Valerie:
A sexehh Taemin mug.
/EDIT/: /EDIT/: There are actually more, but I got lazy.
24 February 2011
23 February 2011
BIRTHDAY TOMORROW
Tomorrow's my birthday and I know I'll get MANY MANY awesome prezzies. Kekekeke. Phoebe's busy drawing me stuff, because her senpai (ME:D) forced her to... yeah.
Apparently my life isn't interesting, and to be honest I'm kind of bored with it myself. So whenever a special occasion comes, I am all like, JUMPING AROUND, POKING PEOPLE, BEING HYPER AS HELL.
But at the same time I've just written a few hundred words of a Laven angstfic in one go.
Lazy bitch signing off.
Haz homework.
Apparently my life isn't interesting, and to be honest I'm kind of bored with it myself. So whenever a special occasion comes, I am all like, JUMPING AROUND, POKING PEOPLE, BEING HYPER AS HELL.
But at the same time I've just written a few hundred words of a Laven angstfic in one go.
Lazy bitch signing off.
Haz homework.
20 February 2011
To me, Helen
I need to remember that my dad is a bastard who doesn't know how to deal with emergencies.
Never again am I going to let him deal with stuff regarding time.
Previously when a car door closed on my finger... oh yeah, pleasant memory, that one. He went and parked the car properly while I was crying like fucking shit and my finger turned black. He walked back to where I was running cold water over my finger. Note: WALK.
And so, today my brother was dancing on the carpet and tripped. He hit his head on the TV stand thing and a huge bump appeared. Seriously big, like maybe three cm plus across and two plus cm down. Thickness... well I don't know about that but the bump looks like it's going to split his head open or something.
Of course when that kind of things happen, you run around trying to get ice and stuff before the poor victim dies of some swelling or things like that.
And of course when a little kid hits his head he starts having a tantrum, screaming and yelling about how much it hurts, and NO he doesn't want ice because ice is too cold.
Well.
My dear father yelled at me not to shout (the only way to be heard above my brother's screams) and grabbed my shoulder, pushed me out of the room, and closed the door after that. My mum followed me out so in the end there was him and my brother in the room. Oh and wait, did I mention that my dad doesn't think it very super-duper important to put ice on the fucking bump? And not wait until the kid has screamed his lungs out and the bump becomes so big that a doctor is complete necessary in the case that he wants my brother to survive?
Great. Plus it HURT when he pushed me out.
Right now I'm settling for pissed and hurt. Later I might just conveniently forget to tell him that anyone's injured.
Yup. I need to remember this. Don't want anyone to be dying of a minor injury just because he handled it.
Never again am I going to let him deal with stuff regarding time.
Previously when a car door closed on my finger... oh yeah, pleasant memory, that one. He went and parked the car properly while I was crying like fucking shit and my finger turned black. He walked back to where I was running cold water over my finger. Note: WALK.
And so, today my brother was dancing on the carpet and tripped. He hit his head on the TV stand thing and a huge bump appeared. Seriously big, like maybe three cm plus across and two plus cm down. Thickness... well I don't know about that but the bump looks like it's going to split his head open or something.
Of course when that kind of things happen, you run around trying to get ice and stuff before the poor victim dies of some swelling or things like that.
And of course when a little kid hits his head he starts having a tantrum, screaming and yelling about how much it hurts, and NO he doesn't want ice because ice is too cold.
Well.
My dear father yelled at me not to shout (the only way to be heard above my brother's screams) and grabbed my shoulder, pushed me out of the room, and closed the door after that. My mum followed me out so in the end there was him and my brother in the room. Oh and wait, did I mention that my dad doesn't think it very super-duper important to put ice on the fucking bump? And not wait until the kid has screamed his lungs out and the bump becomes so big that a doctor is complete necessary in the case that he wants my brother to survive?
Great. Plus it HURT when he pushed me out.
Right now I'm settling for pissed and hurt. Later I might just conveniently forget to tell him that anyone's injured.
Yup. I need to remember this. Don't want anyone to be dying of a minor injury just because he handled it.
19 February 2011
CLASS BLOG
Just did random stuff and edited my class blog. Never knew it could be so tiring. Anyway. Maybe should remove myself from the link in case my teacher sees or something -.- dunno. Lazy.
iPhones are hard to use
Online with jinglin's phone right now. Can't find anything and the keyboard is hard to use. Plus I keep pressing completely unrelated buttons. Forget about caps. I just want to survive this post.
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