Thank you SKWs!
"You know your mother, Malfoy? The expression on her face - like she's got dung under her nose? Is she like that all the time or just because you were with her?"
-Harry Potter
Thank you Saikang Warriors for helping me these days :D
Especially Jimjams, who risked getting caught by BLim. The choice of picture? Oh well Jamie looks like Jam Hsiao anyway.
Picture: from Stickgal.blogspot.com. Go see her pictures! They are incredibly cute.
Yeh-heh I've been watching Nobuta wo Produce lately. I've finished Episode... One. Incredibly slow, I know.
It's bedlam in this asylum house of mine. I can't go out (duh), I can't use the comp without worrying that my mom would come back any moment, I don't have books to read (other than those bloody textbooks), I can't watch TV and there's nothing much to eat. I don't even have a proper black marker.
I changed my cast yesterday. I was hoping that I could remove that damn thing completely, but the doctor came along and said that he'd have to twist my foot around to see if there's any more pain. I didn't feel much pain when he twisted my ugly left foot right and left, but when he bent it forwards I nearly kicked him in the face from the pain.
So he said "I think you'd have to change your cast and come back to see me in two weeks time" and left me sitting in the plaster room crying the shit out of me. It's hard to even BATHE with this fucking thing.
But I'd rather put it on for another two weeks than go twist my foot again, right? If I twist my foot again (touchwoodchoychoychoy) I'd have to put a cast for six weeks.
Agah I hate this. Really.
-Harry Potter
Thank you Saikang Warriors for helping me these days :D
Especially Jimjams, who risked getting caught by BLim. The choice of picture? Oh well Jamie looks like Jam Hsiao anyway.
Picture: from Stickgal.blogspot.com. Go see her pictures! They are incredibly cute.
Yeh-heh I've been watching Nobuta wo Produce lately. I've finished Episode... One. Incredibly slow, I know.
It's bedlam in this asylum house of mine. I can't go out (duh), I can't use the comp without worrying that my mom would come back any moment, I don't have books to read (other than those bloody textbooks), I can't watch TV and there's nothing much to eat. I don't even have a proper black marker.
I changed my cast yesterday. I was hoping that I could remove that damn thing completely, but the doctor came along and said that he'd have to twist my foot around to see if there's any more pain. I didn't feel much pain when he twisted my ugly left foot right and left, but when he bent it forwards I nearly kicked him in the face from the pain.
So he said "I think you'd have to change your cast and come back to see me in two weeks time" and left me sitting in the plaster room crying the shit out of me. It's hard to even BATHE with this fucking thing.
But I'd rather put it on for another two weeks than go twist my foot again, right? If I twist my foot again (touchwoodchoychoychoy) I'd have to put a cast for six weeks.
Agah I hate this. Really.