oooooooooo. just installed netscape 7.2....and it looks a lot better than ie.

i shall now use netscape from now on...or at least until i find something very wrong with it.

HAH. another breakaway from microsoft! take THAT!

i like the tabs thing too :)

and it is a LOT faster. woot!

debate training. i just love the looks of astonishment/horror/indignance when the moment of dawning comprehension comes...:P

mediator, as usual, without rancour.

interim time filler.
temporary affection.

33/41 for it quiz.

DAMMIT.



...i will confess to you that i love him...

i think.

so-LEM-ni-ty.

murder! murder!

aoowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwa.

its OVER. very good.

now follows the obligatory post on how the damn thing was a nightmare.

woke up on a bright and cheery morning (i think) and trundled down to school. fencing warmup and general down in the dumps session. then freakout, rehearsal and makeup.

i quite seriously detested my eyebrows.

2.30 pm was quite the rehearsal. the audience was...very unresponsive. *sigh* which was probably why it ended up like a rehearsal. juliet lost her dagger temporarily. baaaaaah.
romeo and juliet curtain call was...amusing. juliet needs to learn to hold a sabre properly :P

was tickertaping people during the break.

8 pm, however, was GREAT. i LOVED the audience. *grin* jinin and sam got the "wah lau"s from their kissing scene. they even got a loud smack from the audience. amanda was on fantastic form :P in fact, so was everyone.
did i swear during the fight scene? i'm not sure.
the dagger-point-down thing was incidental. heh. the audience were "wow!". the stage manager (phuing) was bemoaning the damage to the stage.
heh. tybalt and mercutio curtain call. gay faggoty stuff. with a rose included.

and cockroach act in both performances. i think it thought it was queen mab. or the vibrations caused by the pounding of feet on wooden boards excited/scared the life out of him/her/it.

i like sabres :)

i. am. damn. tired. slept for 4 hours this afternoon. or 5. not sure. and the back of my knee hurts. oh well.

fencing! yay! i think.

blah. now its down to homework and mugging.

and a total of one big sunflower with a foil-wrapped-base, a smaller sunflower with a nice tag and a decapitated pink rose which is still suspiciously fresh. and a backache and a heartache and a headache.

I am the Grim Squeaker, the Prince of Cats.

um. tired. um. thankfully fight scene cut. um. homework that will pile up on all of us.

um.

mood. ummable.
music. crickits. yes crickits. and crackits. and crickets.

aaaaaaaagh. i am damn absent minded and now my phone is in my house with 0 batt and lost. those who have seen the state of my room will know how damn hard it is to find things if you dont know where they are.
in fact, i dont know if it IS in the house.
aaaaaaaaaaaagh.

mood. frustrated.
music. chet baker - the night we call it a day

lost it years ago. sanity. you're welcome to join me. so far round the bend cant poke it with straight pole my brain is gone.

where's pinky.

oh the irony.

hang on to the straight pole.

screw all

yes nown.

you know i'm sleepy when i start typing in ungrammatical short stenteces and bad spellign. and idont btoher to correct the spelling or the spacing.coz i cant be othered to press the spacebar.

i need a focus. dammit.

crashing. now.

boythisshaltnotexcusetheinjuriesthatallofyoudamnlothavedonemesoturnanddraw.

headache during math test not good.
oh the irony.

...more than prince of cats, i can assure you...

...Trust me to know and to do what is best,
And I will take care of the rest.

But trust is the colour of a dark seed growing,
Trust is the colour of a heart's blood flowing.
Trust is the colour of a soul's last breath,
Trust is the colour of death.

Give me your trust said the queen on her throne,
for I must bear the burden all alone.
Trust me to lead and to judge and to rule,
and no man will think you a fool.

But trust is the sound of the grave-dog's bark.
Trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark.
Trust is the sound of a soul's last breath.
Trust is the sound of death.


mood. bleak.
music. lord of the dance. playing in my mind.

*sigh*. tired.

i just feel really, really dead nowadays. guess it must be the fencing, but it really feels...dead. like that poem we did today, the irish airman forseeing his death. total apathy because he cant change it. same here. i just shut myself off from it when it starts. i'm not confronting it not because i dont want to, but because i cant change it.

...cut me up - you wont need a rag.
i have no blood left to spill
in this dessicated husk i call mine.

intense, glistening, glaring
boring straight into the core
the calm shatters
and with it your chance.

en guarde, et vou pret, allez.

wild eyes, dark eyes, fey eyes.
intent
on the game at hand.

the hunt is afoot.

cut, slash, parry.
snick the blade an inch from your eye
relentless pressure.

and impale yourself on your own.

lunge, twist, riposte

the blade all depends on where you are coming from.

dodge, disengage, desperate for time

fumble.
flick.
and the game is over.

i envy many people. i probably will go to hell for that.

but i have too many things i am deficient at, and i dont even bother to correct it. if anyone says that whining wont help, yeah i know. but it makes me feel better.

and positive attitudes are supposed to help. its supposed to be easter.


gods i'm really past caring.

my right arm is a bundle of open nerve endings.
give me anesthesia and i'll be your friend for life.
in fact, give me an overdose.

I WANNA TAKE UP FENCING!!!!!!!!!! *sigh*
a sabreist especially.

have training scars. know now why mask is essential. as with plastron etc.

whee know french now.

god for the first time in 2-3 years i shall sleep early. i hope. i think raymond conked out at 8.

there's lightning flicking outside the window, faulty neon lights of the gods.
the cars are far away; they cant reach me now.

its cold. inside and out.

...save me, fill me, just dont kill me...

this is so cute. icon war

hmm. well. at least i can skate better now. have found out the hard way that skateboards do not have suspension. now my feet feel like just after pins and needles and an anti-massage.

my mom can skateboard. *grin*

when i go skateboarding and brothers go blading, i will bring my own socks. my brother has bigger feet than me. he also sweats a lot. feet-wise. so if i wanna blade without pre-sweaty socks, i need my own.

tired. i like the sabres. they're sitting in my room and they look damn cool.

i seem to be able to injure all fencing instructors i come into contact with.

A SILVER Dragon Lies Beneath!

I took the Inner Dragon Online Quiz and found out I am a Silver Dragon on the inside. My Inner Dragon is to dragons what the Ranger is to humans. Like all metallic dragons, Silvers rigidly adhere to an internal code of conduct. Each Silver, however, must develop their code individually, a fact which explains their unique dispositions and actions. Silvers are often considered shadows dwelling on the periphery of dragon culture (much like human Rangers), but they can always be counted upon to speak the truth and help their allies. Because no one but a Silver knows what they'll do next, their alignment is "Chaotic Neutral."



Being a Silver isn't all shady head-games, though. I possess considerable intelligence and self-confidence (whether they manifest themselves or not :P ). Magic isn't really my bag, but I'm awfully good at slipping in and out undetected. Which, by the way, is probably due to my slightly-below-average size. My favorable attributes are dependability, durability, problem-solving, mist, and pewter. Like my human counterpart - the Ranger - I'm a superb weapons user and have an especially good command of my icy breath weapon. I know I might be tough to understand at times, but that's just my way.



.......
the hell? i'm a mage end of story.

i am going to be badly physically abused during rnj. s&m fanatics, this is your reason to come.
it appeals to all classes/people/types/aliens/things.

tickertape!!!!! tickertape!!!!!
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brought back down to earth by a blog thing. straight down to earth to rest 6 feet under.

hmm. it comes out as "peng". as in "hit"
and on the blog its got funny letters.
stupid greek letters.



tickertape!!!!! tickertape!!!!!
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