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"Grief is a most peculiar thing; we're so helpless in the face of it. It's like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver. But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what has become of it."

Sayuri, "Memoirs of a Geisha" by Arthur Golden

Well... it's soon time to run off to get my hair done for L'oreal - which is kinda exciting simply because this will be the first time my hair will ever be coloured professionally .. then I go jetsetting on a terribly evilly long long flight of boredomness ( Read more... )

erm.. an ocicat apparently.

It was a mellow and pleasant but long day today ( Read more... )

It's getting ridiculous being tired in the afternoon but never managing to be sleepy again till 4am. And by that stage, I get to the fear of not falling asleep soon enough to avoid having to fall asleep with daylight spilling in <- mission impossible ( Read more... )

Well.. I ate a stick today.. and what seemed like half a reel of cotton. Naturally - I didn't feel so good and I surprised my family by barfing it all up (like the lovely thoughtful gift-giving kitty that I am) in the bath tub. I'm still not sure how I manage to get in and out of that bathtub being as clumsy as I am. oh yeah - there was lots of ( Read more... )

Is there where I write?

I think so..

Well.. cheerleadering we sorta did and pom poms are surprisingly noisy. Thanks to Lisa et al for their efforts and YAY to no cameras!!