Tuesday night I told silencestation, "Man, I just know there's going to a massive boatload of bad karma to befall me after this."

Didn't take very long for it to catch up. I'll deal and hope that's the brunt of it.

It does remind me of the day we were forced into a studio for Jun's masters' graduate gown and as we were shuffled into the three-person group photo, Jun in the silly gown, the Dad in a tweed jacket and myself with hair slicked back and a pinstripe vest, I did think to my pai kia-looking self: Whenever this photo comes out, it ain't gonna be a surprise who's the failure in this family...

EDIT: I must be feeling much better now since I'm feeling more angry and self-righteous than depressed and worthless! 8D

( Being unwise. )

Last weekend silencestation and I fended off our schoolwork for the Satuuurday and went to see our beloved vox_veritas and her cru' at Manikako at MAAD at the Red Dot Museum and as we spoke to her and the very fun allemarthe did we realize that our answer for the “it’s been two years!!! What have you been doing?” culminated in “School. Dying. Sometimes bleeding.” [Jun’s bled every single TDA so far. 8O] Man you know that is seriously it. Every time the semester starts up, which is most of the year, life kind of slips away. Non-class days are a vortex of readings and assignments and readings and prereadings – Jun and I go out once a week to shop for groceries. Groceries!!

I used to be a people person but that idea faded off fast. My world looks like this:
School
School
School
Spectator sports
Art BJD Transformers Writing Photography Geekery

( Having been wise. )

Thus this is why you never see me during the semester – and out of it, I’m pretty much doing what I wish I could’ve done during my semester. I’m probably going to die before 50 from a seizure.

I've been bizarrely sewing-ly constructive inbetween readings and home assignments, so after I raged at my Friday lecturers for not releasing next week's lesson plans [thereby thwarting my study schedule] I said "Fine! I'll do Yana/Miko's ***!" and set out to cut interfacing. 15 minutes later I rummaged around and said, "I think I'm out of black drill." silencestation said, "What? Impossible!" and I said, "Yes, I know." and Jun said, "It's probably because our cloth is all over the place. Why don't you clear up the stuff, you'll probably find it sometime."

So it's about a day later and I have 8 drawers of tidied-up cloth and I have confirmed that indeed, I do not have any black drill on hand, nor any substitute like canvas or cotton. The irony burns at my past gothy tendencies; the black leather, suede, silk, satin and vinyl are all laughing at me. Whatever I'm going to get some tomorrow after class. ಠ_ಠ

Anyway, with this clearing I now have a pathetic little bin of the most hideous cloth [largely leftovers from the time the Spotlight ladies really liked me and gifted me scraps, or from cosplays]; I have deigned to submit and do sigh actual prototypes for stuff I sew....so that means for every piece of BJD clothing that henceforth shows up, you will know there is a horrific purple/hot pink version of it sitting in our house, awaiting burnination.

Right now I have Miko and his esteemable sister Rennes sitting on my serger in a pantomime of "ILU my little brother/Get away from me you ho"ness, and the Tsukasa headmould's ability to pretend to be the Mari/o headmould's sibling makes me happy. But I'm too lazy to take a photo of that so here's Rennes with a crapton of new shoes, assisted by mushrooms:



The irony is that we don't even like buying shoes. As it is, Rennes' shoes are occupying about 1/3 of shoe-drawer space. Women.

Time to check out the school system again, to see if my slacker profs have done anything about next week's content... #@*(#.

( - though I probably shall not exclaim as I die - )

- "oh willow, LoudTwitter, tit willow."
[stereophilic twittery.]

( - though I probably shall not exclaim as I die - )

- "oh willow, LoudTwitter, tit willow."
[stereophilic twittery.]

( - though I probably shall not exclaim as I die - )

- "oh willow, LoudTwitter, tit willow."
[stereophilic twittery.]

The one band I said I'd definitely go to a concert to, and I missed the news by two days. I am deeply devastated.

On the other hand, I probably would've been driven bugfuck by enthusiastic local sing-along to 'I Will Follow You Into the Dark'.

Before I forget. I forgot her the last time I posted, so here's two head-shots of Stella, which was used to test-run different skin shading [I've since settled with the spectrum in the Pocky shot, which I really like, and that Djinn inexplicably really likes too! That fills me with joy.]

( Oh Stella )
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I've been meaning to post for a while, but was largely motivated by my forage out into the Wild World today [ie. to Chinatown Square Center and back to Kovan to do much grocery-shopping] to do so because of a sight I have to record.

My dad was handily in the same area photocopying stuff, so he picked me up after grocery shopping [very conveniently, since I had a big grocery bag and three other bags of stuff that couldn't be fit into the grocery bag – I would've trudged home by MRT and foot]. As he drove out of the winding carpark, my eye caught…

A car that was modeled exactly like Binaltech Smokescreen.
And then I looked up and saw the little 'Taxi' sign, and realized that some geeky taxi driver decided to dress his atrocious blue taxi up as Smokescreen.
I was slightly bemused at first because Smokescreen's BT design has 'SUBARU' emblazoned across the front, and I didn't think that taxi was a Subaru; until I saw another taxi of the same model and realized that it was a Subaru. So evereh bodeh geeky in Singapore, man, watch out for that Smokescreen taxi and try to get a photo because I didn't manage to! TAT
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So after recording that anecdote, I know it's somewhat late of me, but I'm not into hoo-haing anything about school, so here it goes.

( academic issues so forth etc. [no actual record of my results, so don't bother about lording it over me.] )
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Happy note : Transformers! Our Masterpiece Megatron was tragically impotent when we de-MISBed him, and the guys at U-Toys were all too nice to be willing to replace him. I went to collect TakaraTomy repaints of Classics Starscream and Megatron too, of which are painted lovely. I think they're finally getting used to the fact that we're actually collecting Transformers for ourselves.

Also, I still can't believe Botcon themselves basically created Screamer and Skyfire's kid. Duuuude. Man, everytime I see it my brain busts, and I like these guys!

That reminds me also that we actually have a lot more Transformers than we appear to have, and our dad has been nice enough to approve our collection of Giant Robots and has suggested - while looking at them on his own accord - that we should get a glass cabinet for them. Frankly, I think we get our collectors' genes from him, the man who has a ton of pretty-women-playing-chinese-orchestra-instruments figures, and other figures he finds beautiful, of which there are horses and oddly, sheep. Toy collection? HIS FAULT. XD
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Happy note too! BPAL.
For the Lupercalia update : Smut 2008 | Love Poems: La Vita Nuova | Love Poems: Love's Philosophy | Love Poems: The Presence of Love | Novel Ideas for Secret Amusements: The Spell of Amorous Love | CNY: Earth Rat [2008]

- and some imps/frimps we got from a few purchases :
Bewitching Brews: Schrödinger's Cat,
Sin and Salvation: Sea of Glass,
Ars Amatoria: Bordello,
Excolo: The Muses: Thaleia, The Muses: Erato, [both discontinued]
Celestials: Mars.

( This...is....BPAL!!!111 )

And we got a wonderful little parcel to extend this BPAL happy from Cassiel [kyashieru, whom I hope has received my truck-load of squee on MSN. XD
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I've got a little bit more news but I'm going to wait for a bit first, and otherwise I am sewing as fast as my fingers will let me.

Firstly, I've got to link you to Djinn's little Singaporean drama : Katong Laksa 2009. This little gem came about last night when a cryptic conversation of whether one could be a writer in Singapore cropped up, and on the fly, she created a small passage what sent me into peals of laughter at every sentence [I think "he punched his tray onto the tray rail" was particular genius, and the last line had me falling off the bed in uncontrollable fits] – so if you dislike localised 'literature' and their blatant Orientalist exploitation of their Asian culture like I do, please read it, and make Djinn feel slightly better about me having made her post it in the morning before we've slept on a school day. XD

I'm taking a little time off today to plonk the art I've done but not posted in a while [and quickly post in sangrose10 before three days are over], so here we go. Fair warning that they're in chronological order, and I just found some from uh, last year, so… XD;;;; Fair warning.

( Girls, Girls, Girls )

( For chronology's sake, one male picture breaks it. Damn you, Nat! )

( Okay, back to Girls, Girls, Girls! [One mildly NSFW, undies] )

And that's about it. Now back to the sewing grind, and alternatively dreading D-Day Friday, which in local news, is the coming of my doom arrival of my A'Level results – and I'll probably have to survive through a couple of hours of the school gloating about how fantabulously the statistics did and ignore the students.

Also, $#*@ing somewhat-indie bands! Union of Knives! Statistics! Southland! etc! Why no lyrics?! TAT

PS: Oh, I just thought I should note that my dyed streak is still nicely going strong, though I've grown out about an inch of it.

Just a short pop-in - well, largely I've been very busy; and I do somewhat resent people claiming I'm 'so lucky to veg at home' because 1. I don't veg, 2. You weren't forced to pick up crappy bit jobs that pay naff. Yup, oddly enough I'm been very busy keeping up the house, seeing Djinn off to school, sewing the Giselle stuff, working on the website(s), CGing, so on so forth. Unfortunately there's not enough hours in a day, and time keeps running out before I've really managed to do much, which I also resent. My casual time is going to end soon; I might've fucked up the A'Levels and so may be in reallydeppsheet when the beginning of March rolls around. Well, there're always night classes...

I'm still in a dilemma about the Giselle line, wherein I'm not sure if I should premake five of each because that's really going to take a while, and who knows if anyone would want to buy any at all [barring some lovely people who expressed their interest explicitly, but that certainly doesn't make up to five...] or whether I should premake one or two or three. But that wastes dye, which is always annoying... Well, I'll work more and we'll see.

Today I took a break from alternating at the computer and at the sewing machine to sit down and make patterns of ballet slippers to complete Petr's Giselle costume, so that I can finally take fullbody pictures of him and take his 'off with the fairies' eyes out of him; and him out of the Giselle costume which I'm fairly sure he's not happy in. The patterning took surprisingly fast, and a little trial test with recycled cloth scraps turned out decently pleasing, so I'll probably just complete the other side and call it a day later. In the meantime, Pet [sounds somewhat like Pi-yet, but joined and faster : Pyet?] can be all Cinderella-ed out.





It's been so long since I've touched the camera. As Djinn pointed out to me, the slippers likely should be dipped more - but I'll have to make the other side match, so oh well. It's been a while since I've done anything with ballet, and in retrospect I should've checked on the internet, but it worked out nicer than I thought it would/could, so I'll let it slide. I do admit there's little left of my ballet days, but 'least I still remember how they're constructed, and I can still do a mean pointe. That's better than Pet can do.

I've been having all sorts of torrid dreams that seem to cram together all the anxieties I shouldn't have since I'm not actually doing anything nowadays, what with school and schoolmates and - kitty litter? And relatives and being overseas? Whu?
I have been made quaintly happy though, with neu!preordered Transformers comig in, and that would explain my previous post, which was detailing great glee at them making a veddy hawt figure of Prowl.
That reminds me that I really should start doing the coding for the FSTs we're posting this month.

Going to the bank tomorrow to cuss at staff about false promises, but considering their line of work I'm not sure why I'm bothering.
That's my TMI post for the next month or so, or maybe until the next time I take photos again.

EDIT PS, my handle has been changed to M43. Not that it'll make an actual difference per se - but when you feel like indulging me you can go with 'M'.

So the prelims will restart again in two days, and I've already had a nightmare about the prelims. This must denotate an anxiety which is uh, not so subconscious.

The other subconscious dreams that I've been having are things to do with protruding and crumbling skulls [ie. mine] and dislocating lower row of teeth which dislocate with the gum [also mine], so I guess the other subconscious anxiety I have is uh, calcium deficiency.

One side of my ribcage seems to have swollen and has been so for a while now, but I've no time to bother with it - hell, I haven't even had time to cut my hair. [It now is messily layered and flips up slightly behind.]
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So all this ramblin' [ramblin' man!] is really to post this :



[photoshoot on DoA | tangled]

Because I had a vision of the last photo, and so I constructed the photoshoot around it. I tweaked around the settings until Djinn double-approved of the colours and slacked off for an hour to take photos. The clothes aren't made by me, by the way, they're from Amelie Tailor and they're falling apart, but it looks real good. XD
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In other doll-related and cosplay-related news - well, not that it matters to anyone, in all honesty XD;; - guys, Djinn and I [and subsequently Tangled] will not be at EoY this year. [That delays dolly Suzumiya Haruhi till next year.] If we can manage to make it for The Doll Affair, I know I can't handle the workload of both the con and the dolly event. Nobody's going to miss us at the con, anyway. [And again, this is said in all honesty without any pretense. There're so many lovely doll setups and we've been so out of the loop.]

So there we go.

Maybe if I cared a little less, I'd do a little better.

Exploring the possibilities of an inverse relationship between effort and grades! Conclusive results will only be released at the end of the year, as I bludgeon myself with my monitor!
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ON the other hand -



:]

The dad must stop leaving the windows of the apartment he does not stay in open.

One bizarre insect a week I can handle. But two! And Djinn is deathly terrified of handling these things, so I step in. Earlier this week we had a Silverfish - I kid you not, a honest-to-goodness silverfish - invade our studyroom, which made Djinn panic like crazy because 1. silverfish are grotesque, 2. the amount of books and magazines we have in the place. "It moves like lightning!" She wailed as I dashed in and watches it scuttle soundlessly across the wall. "Go away." I said, assertively and after a while of debating what to do, I send Djinn to fetch a plastic cup and kitchen tissue. With deathly stealth, I slammed down the cup over the silverfish, disorienting it and then with more deathly stealth, I lift the cup and smoosh it against the wall and er, clean up the wall.

Today - just now, really - suddenly a moth fluttered from the curtain and flew about the place as I ducked at appropriate moments, Djinn distracted at her computer. "There's a moth." I say, factually. Djinn says, distractedly, "Is it huge?". "Yeah. It's on the curtain." She looks to the left, and starts from her chair in terror. The moth flutters over to the fabric cupboard and Djinn flees the room [her Wimpy is far above 10%...]. "Hand me a plastic cup," I yell out and am given a plastic cup. With more deathly stealth, I approach it cautiously, wondering whether it would be big enough to encompass the diameter of its wings. I also decide I don't give a shit. The cup slams over the moth - I get a close look at it as it flutters in the cup. It's a full-breasted furry beast of a moth; it's beautiful, really. "Did you squish it?" Djinn says, peeking in. "No." I say. "Yeah, I hate squishing moths. Even more than I hate squishing spiders."
"No, I hate squishing big things."

"I never knew these existed in Singapore." I say, as Djinn wanders in. "Get me some cardboard."
"We have every type of moth here, I kid you not."

With the cup now blocked with a piece of card, we progress to the balcony. "Don't switch on the balcony light." I say, with Djinn sheepishly admitting "I nearly did that." Commanding her to step away from the glass doors to the balcony, I step into darkness, the place only illuminated by the tennis court of the condominium next door. The moth is released, and it flutters thankfully away.

"Fly towards the light!" Djinn calls, as I watch its silhoulette flutter towards the tennis court.



You know, I can only imagine its unromantic fate. Bzzt! urk.

Also, in other news, I'm doomed.

I have a few things to talk about! That I haven't the time. I wasn't going to post, but I think there's something I really should do before it's too late.

PLEASE WATCH TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES. Please. Relive that childhood [even if you never had it]! It's so fantastic that Djinn and I have gone to watch it thrice and plan to watch it at least twice more.

It made me so happy, the script is really good and particularly entertaining for older fans of TMNT. The rendering is also fantabulous, I adore their expressions and the fight scenes are fast and furious, very nice. Also - gah, the best scene ever is the clash all TMNT fans have been waiting for : Raph versus Leo. BRILLIANT. [And kind of hot.] I really wanted to do this long review on how lovely it is, and how funny and witty and enjoyable it is - but I simply can't find the words to describe it. Please please please please go and watch TMNT. TAT I implore, beg, etc of you, before its run finishes. TAAAAAT Especially you American dudes - they need to break 100mil in domestic box office to get a sequel and they're not gonna make it! TAAAAAAAAAAT

I love Djinn. :D She is a chameleon! Who can draw humans and turtles! Imagine that. :O
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Also, before I run off, I'm going to be baleful about falling to bits. After having a hangover without alcohol in the morn I scooted myself down to the doctor today, deciding once and for all to check whether that bronchitis was gone, what's up with the pain in my knee and my ankle and what's up with the up-throat business. So the gastric virus was not a surprise, the bronchitis shouldn't be a problem anymore but definitely the ankle is somewhat loose ligament-wise again and the knee has cartilage issues - ie. mild to moderate symptoms of osteoarthritis. I might have to go to a orthopedic specialist again, which sucks money - and that gets me.

It seems that in regards to medical issues that ignorance is bliss. I remember Djinn thoughtfully saying that her tooth - and my tooth - didn't hurt until they poked at it. And it probably would have continued like that if they didn't poke at it. And it's true. Not saying that ignoring my knee or my ankle would've nullified the pain, but certainly I'd have less of a time being frustrated about it. The knowledge [that I acquired after looking at Wiki because the doctor that was in today was not the metro, young tanned one who is very good about explaining what the hey is really going on, but the nice but rather patronising older guy who does not care to tell me anything - come on dude, how the hell would I know what glucosamine is] that I basically can't recover/heal my knee cartilage is kind of getting to me - like the horrid realisation when I was 7 that I would never have perfect vision again.
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::goes away to contemplate turtles::

So it be the last day of my holiday, of which I spent doing my work and readings and a little bit of Tangled stuff [no block tests, you see]. Going back to school makes me baleful, because there's so much more constructive work I do at home as opposed to attempting not to stone out in lectures and staying awake – whereupon I completely lose my urge when the lecturer worriedly asks the rest of the people in lecture : "Am I going too fast?" ZOMG NO.
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I had the joy of going out with Djinn on Friday and getting Sheva a suit, hee. I like the look! Very stylish. I'll definitely take an Armani-type photoshoot when I can. : D

Also, explaining my ::headdesk:: type of entry with Sheva's intro post – well, people will know; Djinn will know and now you will know that I'm not the type to first of all buy stuff. I don't indulge. I hardly want things. I didn't want to want Sheva. As Djinn said in a bit of a giggle about it I seemed to be sunk. And I dignifiedly got Sheva for myself with the gingham dress, except Djinn couldn't resist buying a pretty little cheongsam for her future bunny and Sheva to share.

So you'll have to suffer my photos of a stuffed lamb. I'm sorry, but you'll have to deal with it.
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This is a shameless, but wholehearted appeal for the artistic folks on my LJ to contribute to sangrose10. It saddens me that there's little activity; I love the concept and I don't want to let it die and rot, it would be lovely to see you guys there. We've switched to a bi-monthly prompt system, so working on prompts won't be too much of a rush. Do check it out and consider! March/April prompts have just been posted.

Past the plea, I haven't posted the semi-recent art recently, so here goes :

old → new; click for full view


Also, since I've joined Synapse [Publications] in my school, I've done a few graphics ie. two posters for CCA Carnival and an illustration for one of my articles, so here goes : ( Posters : 1. Pen is Mightier than the Sword, 2. Read Between the Lines; and Shine )
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Since the dramatic! story arc I'm taking right now will not appear on Tangled until high heavens fall etc. [since we're posting it when Tangled has finally been rehauled], I figure it's harmless to post this.



Sei says it all. Also, the lovely luxurious thing he's wearing is named ~*Seishurou*~, given to us by the ever-lovely Joey [vox_veritas]. ♥ He looks fantastic in it. Brings out his eyes.

Sitting down in the hours of break, working, working, study.
Then food poisoning, potential root canal treatment, twisted ankle, diahorrhea, cramps.

My god, I'm falling apart. In February. And plus, I think my teachers on Thursdays hate me. The truth is, why would I want to skip school if I've finished my work? Man, I'm pissed. I'm going to attempt to ignore this and force myself into slumber. With any luck I'll awake early enough to complete my econs and my history.
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On a slightly more positive note - Tea and Ren's new eyesies! Yay for gurls.

The end of the day comes - the lockers not yet occupied, the doors swing in the wind under fluorescence.



Self-portraiture in vain.

I think I'm ahead, or so I like to think I am. I've managed to do all my work in advance to free up the little time I have when I get home, so I can do other things like sew. I'm thinking it's not possible, and I'd better take advantage of this lighter load of work while I can before the A'Level rush comes in to smack me on the head, so I've been sewing. I am an industrious individual by nature, I've found. I hate blaming it on horoscope but that's one way to explain it.

One of the more interesting questions I've encountered this week was "Do you feel liberated?", it followed with "I mean, in Synapse, from Visual Arts." My answer was yes, accompanied with a why?. He said that he was going through a bad process in his current co-curricular activity, and the girl sitting next to me said she was too. I felt really sorry. "Oh man," I said, "Oh man, I'm so sorry. But you see, I think they measure your CCA in your testimonial year by year. That's why I made sure I was out of Visual Arts before the first session in the beginning of the year." They nodded in faint and sorrowful agreement, and decided they may as well last it out the next 4 months. "You see," I said, "There's no point spending your entire week dreading that two and a half hours of CCA, no point spoiling your life like that." I hit the nail on the head, the girl said with great misery. I said, "Well, next time, don't torture yourself like this. Life is only this short." I held up my hand, with a 6 centimetre gap between my thumb and my index finger. The girl laughed, imitated my hands and told the guy - "Your life is only this short!"

Yeap, your life is only this short.

I've also been having these sex and sexuality talks in civics and I find no sympathy for teens with Aids without having acquired it through birth or rape or something that was completely not their faults. All the teens say, "I never thought this would happen to me." Despite all these civics talks and the biology chapter in secondary 2? Where the hey have you been? Jeebus.

I think I'm actually rambling because I have nothing to say. My life currently mainly consists of living through the week and moaning for the arrival of something that will probably only come in the beginning of March.

[Also, this is just one of the sweetest things I've ever seen. I like it when people make the world better. :]

I was immensely relieved that this year, we had a good open space and were not at all thankfully in earshot of the stage. But this is also - I believe the first year I've looked back at the end of the con, and thought, "what the fuck did we do that all for?" I was talking to Tashi about this, how it felt so odd that it was a day we were looking forward to, and doing so much preparation for - and bam! Here it is, and here it goes. And inside - nothing. Not that people didn't stop by the booth and all, but after all the crap that happened today including the front-door not locking and a bag splitting resulting in items accidentally left at home - well, 7 costumes, 5 custom wigs, was it worth it? I don't know. It was nice to see actual setups this year though, I think the doll booths looked very nice. :D

Also, am I that unrecognisable as Watanuki, or is it because no one has seen that image before, or reads xxxholic at all? Because you know, you'd think that standing behind a booth with "TANGLED WEB xxxHolic 2006" wasn't a giant hint or anything.

But in any case, the real crux of the post, is that in half an hour, I will be carted off to Changi airport and soon will end up in China, Fujian. I'm not at all excited, far from it, I haven't gotten sleep and I really, really hate guided tours with 5 different hotels. Missing the weekend premiership, wasting precious time after having sacrified a great part of my SOUL to the EoY - but definitely since dad relents to us going to Europe and Japan, yes, of course we return the favour. Still, I wish he wouldn't lie about the program and the number of hotels we're staying in and so on to try to make it sound better, because it really isn't. I'm going to try to enjoy myself as much as possible. However I can. Will be back late 23rd, so merry christmas eve in advance!

HALLELUJAH!

wait, you lie! I don't have an erect penis! D:
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On the other hand, a quiz! The one everyone has been posting! It's not just the indepth analysis and the pretty results it comes with, but really more of the fantastically cute and adorable layout that the quiz has! It's seriously nice. And so're the humour books they recc. It's the only quiz where its marketing has worked on me. [But obviously not enough, because I'm not buying them!]



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Gawd, I hate this, I woke up at what I call an unearthy time of the morning and I couldn't get back to sleep. Now it's 2pm. SAD! I'm SAD!

Things are getting hard to juggle. Working fulltime on the costumes, but I have a pesky little/BIG History group essay first draft to handle before the con and leaving on the day right after that. I'm interestingly making semi-decent progress - it would be a mind-blowing experience to have everything done the night before the con, and get some amount of sleep without stressing out till morning. Wow! That fucking blows my mind.

Since we're going to China, I have to get some clothes done too. The con is on the 16th, we leave for Teochew and Fu Jian on the 17th at 5 inna morning, and I'd like to be packed and have some sleep too. Si Ye needs some male ethnic clothing, a new shirt to match the Volks cardigan. Sana needs not-his-ethnic clothing, an emo hoodie. Tea needs ethnic clothing.

What's left for the xxxholic stuff?
1. Finishing touches to Spider Lady + Doumeki
2. Yuuko [getting Glory over for her Lishe bodeh]
3. Zashiki Warashi
4. Maru + Moro summer outfits

Hmm. That really could be far worse! It's not that bad. Godspeed!

Oh, also - the poll results are that I should cosplay Suzumiya Haruhi, 4 votes to 3 for Nagato Yuki. I shall take this into serious consideration! Djinn says if she went by my personality she'd pick Suzumiya Haruhi too.
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Agh. I'm being driven crazy by Volks' teasing little banners of their Dolpa 16 dolls. I'm unfortunately and terrifiedly especially interested in Amelia, and I'm hoping she's a rerelease of Olivia for Japan. Someone, anyone, please, please get the guidebook and post pictures of the new DP15 dolls. TAT
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(  - but I don't want to go to school! )
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Man U vs Chelsea game! As everyone and their grandmother predicted, 1-1. Chelsea needs to stop letting up after they score, they honestly could've won. But I'm glad they didn't, because I utterly hate it when someone - anyone - scores past Edwin van der Sar. Also, Gaz is so good with kiddies! ♥
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The thing is, I was supposed to post about something but I'm not sure if I have. I've honestly spent this whole LJ entry indulging myself and milling over what I was supposed to be posting. Forgive me if I double post today.