Congrats Chris and Sharon!

Just a quick post to say Congratulations to both Chris and Sharon who are holding their wedding banquet today. It comes as a confusion to most since they are already married but apparently, that is the way things go in Singapore. So here's to wishing them both good health and a long lasting marriage. Of course, we cannot forget the upcoming soccer team - right Sharon? ;)

Looking forward

I went in search for my passport today just to make sure that I still have it considering that it's been untouched since I came into the country and can you believe that I've already been living in Manchester for almost two months? Time flies really quickly when you're not doing anything productive and I feel like such a bum. Just at the end of last month, Dave pointed out to me that we'd already been going out for four months - granted two of which I wasn't here but four nonetheless. And I don't even notice the days go by anymore. The worst part is that I can't remember what in the last two months I've done that's been interesting enough to take note of. No doubt, the trips to London and Cardiff are there but put together that's less than a week and a half!

It's been hard for Dave as well. He hates watching me go through it, hates what it's doing to me - the inactivity and the lack of direction. Bless him, he really does try to come up with new ideas to cheer me up. Yesterday's was by far the best when he brought out the pillows from the bedroom and said rather solemnly: choose your weapon! What could I do except laugh and laugh some more? Silly boy. :D So adorable though.

In spite of it all - my frustration, my aggravation - I will be escaping soon enough. By Christmas eve I'll be exploring the streets of Venice from top to bottom. I was so excited that I even bought a guide book for the city... so geeky! Don't worry, it made me cringe too. :P Nonetheless, Lea the tourist is about to strike out. Thank goddess for planes. I think I'd have withered away by now if I didn't have something like the Venice trip to hold on to.

On my last note, I just have to comment about Gaz getting punched by a tramp... Why? He's a tramp. You should have known better than to get so close to him in the first place! :P Gave me a good giggle though. :)

Loss of a Muse

For some reason or another, I've lost my muse. I have no idea where it's gone or when it left but its presence is not as strong anymore. It saddens me to know that my muse has left me for it was my outlet, my release of emotional stress/distress. Without it, I am not the same. For now, I can only pray that it will come back to me soon...

Hot topic of the month: Relationships

In truth, for Singapore, the subject of relationships is always a hot topic. Why? Because people come in couples here. Regardless of whether they're 16 or 36, the women of Singapore always seem to find it a necessity to have a boyfriend/husband. Even those who aren't originally from the city get swept along by this family orientated culture. According to the Chinese, good things come in pairs but has it been taken too far here?

A little over a year ago, I had a similar conversation with one of my local Singaporean friends. She'd mentioned something about being 28 and the only person in her social network who was single. I distinctly remembered thinking: is that such a bad thing? A few months later, she moved to a different country to complete her studies and emailed me about how she had a new boyfriend. So now I ask: is there such a thing as coincidence?

After being in Singapore on and off for over two years, there are very few people I know who are single. Getting married early seems to be the thing to do here as most women are legally registered by the age of 25. It's scary how it becomes seen as the right thing to do. Almost like we've gone back 50 years where women were expected to stay home, look after the children and make dinner. How primative!

Livin' it up in Bangkok

Han's quote of the week...

"I do a lot of things which are bad for me...
But at least I don't smoke!"

Exploring SE Asia

It’s been half a week since Han arrived and I think she’s really enjoying her first taste of Asia. To be fair, Singapore is probably a good place to start as it has enough Western influence in the city to reduce her culture shock. So far, she’s been to the temple to pray, shopped in street markets, ate in hawker centers… Yeah, I think she’s doing just fine. The thing she’s enjoying most is the weather and the low cost of living. She just can’t get over the fact that shopping here is a lot cheaper than in the UK. Just wait till I take her around in Bangkok. :P Oh, this will be so entertaining. She came with a small suitcase. Mom and I already told her that she’ll need to get herself another bag before the end of next week cause one is definitely not enough. :D

I left on the 23rd so it’s been little over a week since I’ve properly spoken to T. He called briefly and mentioned that he finally managed to persuade his dad to get the internet in their Zimbabwe home… Talk about zero necessity base! I'd die without the net at home. Apparently, now they have to negotiate what type of internet to get. *grins* I’m not laughing… What are you talking about?

Long distance relationships have always been tough but this one seems easier to cope with. Perhaps it’s cause I’ve only been away from him a little over a week but they always say that the first few days is always the hardest. I think it helps that we communicate daily and the fact that I’ll be back in two months definitely helps too. The thought of going back to London seems scarier everyday but my other option is even scarier to accept. Most of my friends have moved on or gone home so I have very few friends left back in London. Change is always tough but in a way, it’s what I thrive on.

Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
Say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth saving me

Nickelback
Savin' Me

East meets Jedi-ism?

Lea as a Japanese Doll. Like the look or are you screaming 'take it away'?

The Misty Isle

This is the third day I've been staying with Dave now and he hasn't kicked me out yet so I figure I must be doing something right. :p Starting at the airport, I arrived to London City just in time to watch my plane take off without me. Now I really have seen and done it all. *rolls the eyes* It wasn't a great start but I cheered myself up again by going to Toni & Guy's for a quick salon treat. Even managed to crack a smile after that.

Dave picked me up at the airport in bright yellow - I almost needed to put on my sunglasses. So I ask if he's been waiting long and he groans about the hours he's been waiting there only for me to find that he lives two meters down the road. What a liar! His house is gorgeous nonetheless. It's so big I think I get lost in here every once in a while. City syndrome makes me very unused to big houses and in the country, I've even got my own lounge. It's great. :)

The Isle is really not as small as they've been worrying me about. There isn't much to do and the main shopping street is scarily short but on the plus side, it's a great place for lots of R&R. A lot of it is spent in the car sightseeing. According to Dave, there's not much to do here but drinkn and unfortunately, that's not one of my hobbies. In fact, I've already been called a wuss at least a million times for not going to the pub last night. As for that pub, do NOT get me started. It's Dave's favorite local haunt and well, it's filled of loyal customers averaging on the age of a hundred and fifty. No kidding. Quaint but not my thing. Problem is, I think we're going back there again tonight. *looks rather resigned*

All in all, I can't complain. He's been a great host and his parents are lovely. The banter that goes round (much of it aimed at poor Dave) the dinner table is highly amusing. Not to mention the little bits of information his mom imparts to me when he's not there... The word 'wimpy' comes to mind... :p He gives as good as he gets though so I'm not worried about my lack of sympathy. I think the part that I'm enjoying the most is when I make comments he doesn't have comebacks to so his replies come in strange noises. I think they're meant to be unimpressive but I'm finding them slightly amusing. Oh, and apparently, I give piercing looks. What lies!

Hazy memories

Han and I were driving home one night from Spy's (seems like we've been spending loads of time there) and the empty streets and quiet surroundings reminded me of the days in HK where I'd spend a lot of time looking out of car or bus windows just waiting to be taken home with each passing street light. Many of them were just before midnight as I caught the last bus to make sure I didn't have to spend 5 times more on a cab. Yeah... Those were the days.

At Spy's now actually. Same old, same old. I had a lot of laughs and the usual amazing time as always but being here with everyone also made me a little sad. It kind of dawned on me that I'm leaving in a month's time. I can't imagine where the next stretch of road in my life will take me nor do I know where I'll end up in the foreseeable future. In the end, I suppose everyone has got to move on from their comfort zone and into the real world of work. As the old cliche goes - time waits for no one - so here I am, ready to be on my way. Part of me leaves with heavy heart for I will always miss these days where nothing else mattered except the silly banter and the amount of weed being passed around. :p Yet part of me is ready to go and make a world of my own. It's time to grow up and truth be told, I've no regrets. Tam, Deeps, Han and even Spy, it may not mean much to you but thank you.

Thank you for being my friends.

A Lil Thinkin'

So my parents are here to see me graduate and to check out my game plan for the future. Yeah... I have no game plan. None which is solid anyway. My best friends are all asking me to stand up for myself. To tell my parents: Right, I did the degree you wanted me to do. That's it. Here on, I start doing what I wanna do. Sigh... If only it were so easy. Thing is, I don't feel like I've accomplished anything. My grades were practically appalling. No one has said it out loud but the feeling is there. My parents have been so far supportive on the topside but who knows what's beneath the surfacial perspectives? Could be harsh going. None more harsh than my own because I know I could have done so much better. That just really bites.

Anyway, enough whinning. T does enough of that for half the people I know. No offense honey but I'd already said it to you. :p So, my aunt is here tomorrow. I'm picking her up from the airport. I can't wait. It has been a very long time since I have seen her. We used to meet up at least twice a week in the good ol' days. ;)

Game plan: stay abreast of stuff. Get a job. Otherwise, get my sorry ass deported back to HK to get a job. Either way, I still need that job!

Funny thing is, most of my friends from uni that I've known for three years have all sort of disintegrated and moved on to doing their own things. I've always been able to pick up and leave easily so I've no problems but this time what throws me is that I have no home to return to. The country my mother lives in only accepts me on a two week visa. There are no job opportunities where my dad lives and HK is devoid of family excluding my aunt and my lil bro. It's kinda sad. I think in a way, we all dream of the good ol' days and how good it used to be once upon a time...

Classics Misunderstood

As old as the world is wide, Greek Mythology has ever been the founder of fair tales and dramatic lore. In them, the Gods, like humans, have each their own faults and fill of insidious predicaments. The foremost of all, family politics. *smirks* Perhaps that is one thing which all must endure including that of the Gods. For endure we shall regardless of our desires. They are 'family' after all...

Well loved is the tale of the beauteous Persephone and the Lord of the Netherworld, Hades. It is a charming tale thought oft told wrongfully, or so I believe. 'Tis true he spirited her away from the world above as it was then. Yet he was the captured, not she for he was captivated by her, his epitome of sunshine. Unlike most tales say, he did not imprison her. Instead, he set her free from the protective confines of her mother, Demeter, Goddess of Harvest. And so in the Underworld she found freedom but more importantly, she found a different kind of beauty - one none could embrace as completely and heartily as the realm's true queen. Thus in her dark lover's domain, the Maiden Kore became the beauteous Persephone, Goddess of the Soul and the Harbinger of Spring.

In the beginning Persephone was frightened. Whispered rumors of the Netherworld and its cold ruler had long burned ears and set faces of distaste of all in Olympus, home of the Gods. Though unknown to the youthful Goddess, such harsh words merely proved that the Gods were no wiser than humans in judging one's character. Nonetheless, even as she ventured forth into this exquisite place worlds apart from what she had known all her life, she found them groundless. Misjudged and wrongfully feared, her husband was compassionate as he was just for never under the overprotective wings of her mother had she felt so secure than in her lord's arms.

Then came Demeter's threats of frost. So grievous was the loss of her daughter that she fell into despair neglecting her duties of nourishing the earth. As reluctant as Hades was to cast loose his sunshine, the release of Persephone followed Zeus' pleas and Hermes' dire messages of a dying earth. Tears flowed freely past the midnight lashes leaving undeniable trails of sadness on the paleness of her face even as she was speedily flown back to her mother's side. And so Hades watched her go, leaving a shadow in his heart and an emptiness in his realm that had never been...


*Next Chapter - The return of Persephone*

Lew Alton sighed, cast his eyes ceilingward, and then nodded. When he looked at her again, he seemed both grave and mischievious. "Women!"
"And what does that mean?"
"That females are both the greatest blessing and the greatest curse ever invented."
"Odd. I feel the same way about men - as well as thinking that we ought never have taught them to speak!"

The Shadow Matrix
Marion Zimmer Bradley

Apparently, I have been found out...

"You weren’t thinking. You always come up with the most elaborate, certainly genius, strategies, but you can’t seem to see them through. Its because you don’t really think of the consequences - even while you anticipate your opponent’s movements, you forget your own"

How shocking.

If only fiction could become reality

I was on Amazon the other day and finally gave in to my weakness and bought a little parcel of books before my exams... Yeah, smart. I know. Believe me, I've even lectured myself all about my idiocy. Anyway, one of the books was an anthology which contained four novellas related to a previous trilogy I was practically obsessed with when it first came out: The Black Jewels Trilogy. (If you haven't read it, you're missing out - badly!) The author? The brilliant Anne Bishop. She executes and delivers perfectly. What more can I say, the woman's a genius. She creates a world that is nowhere near perfect but still elegant, beautiful and appealing in every way. I am envious of her imagination. So much so that I'd love to live in the world she created.

"Dreams Made Flesh" has a very beautiful story about Kaleer's Heart and the Sadist, two protagonists in the previously mentioned Black Jewels trilogy. Aside from the obvious romantic relationship between the two, it was a story of family, care and most of all acceptance. The latter touched me. It's a rare thing, acceptance. Most are too caught up by the superficiality of the material things in life. My friend and I had a chat last night and he exclaimed that parents are strange creatures, at which point, I laughed. You found this out now? 'Truth,' I had said to him, 'It had nothing to do with being parents or even being strange. It had everything to do with being desperate.' Desperate people who tend to be in denial make stupid mistakes. That is practically a scientific fact. It is human nature to fight change. Obviously, it would be so much easier if we gave up and accepted that things were going to change regardless of how much we rallied against the Gods and the World BUT, that is never going to happen. It's in the blood. What can I say? Sometimes, the long way is just so much fun. At least one gets to vent all of one's anger.

I am looking forward to reading the rest of the book although I am sure none of the other stories will be as endearing to read. This one touched the heart...

Merry month of May

The sun's out these few days. Temperature's perfect and yet I am hiding in my room with my lights and blinkers on striving to revise for the seven evil exams that I have coming up. My first bane of my life will be over in a mere two weeks and what do I know? NOTHING! Truly, I've spent almost everyday in the library this week and last and yet I still feel like I haven't done enough, haven't worked at all... My stress is starting to get to me but in a way, it's good cause it makes me work. Panic, I found, under certain circumstances helps keep the blinkers on.

Some of my friends have been starting to complain about my lack of attention and appearance all the way round. In effect, cutting myself from the world made my focus easier and while I would never have done it in the past, my new found perspective in the last few weeks have changed that. People complain about not being able to get hold of me but I figure, if it's important enough, they will try harder. If it is not, it can be ignored. Doesn't mean that I ignore everyone though. Every once in a while I escape back into the world where I remove my blinkers to save my sanity. Yesterday, a few of us met up at a friend's for dinner and some wine afterwards. As usual, I had a laugh and it was great although I cannot believe Masa! He made chocolate cake again!!! As anyone can imagine, it totally killed my anti-chocolate decision *sigh* but oh well, it was gorgeous. :D I will miss this lot immensely when we all leave. People have to move on. I only hope our paths will cross in the future.

Foz has been quite sweet lately. Every once in a while, almost as if to remind me that he exists, he'll pop into my room and give me a little present or ask if I need any coffee, etc. My recent one was a Fruits Basket notebook from the Anime/Manga shop in town. :) I know we live in the same apartment but it's so rare for us to spend any time together at all. We have different friends, different activities and Foz's girlfriend is always around. Not that I mind of course cause she's just such a lovely person. Some of the stuff she does just makes me laugh. :D Like the time when they went to Spar and bought a Kinder Surprise then became disappointed cause it didn't come whole and she had to put it together... *LOL* I don't think I need to tell him how lucky he is to have her. Nonetheless, these days I'm starting to wonder if I have to make an appointment to see him - no doubt, he probably thinks the same of me. :p

Singapore

My holiday in Singapore has been really pleasant and unfortunately for me, extremely unproductive. I spend most days at home ignoring the rest of the world and playing with my dogs while watching the CSI DVDs that mom has started to collect. Yeah, my new obession. When I start reading a textbook, I find that it's no where near as interesting as cracking a case with Greg Sanders or Horatio Caine. I can't believe Speedle died! But I have to admit, Wolf is definitely cuter to watch.

Weather here has been two extremes. I am told that we're hitting the end of the storm season but on some days, the sky baffles me dotting itself with a few fluffy white clouds and immense sunlight. On other days, we get dry storms with sprinkles of rain here and there but thunder and lightning to scare Curly a little.

It's back to reality for me soon. Wednesday morning flight out. It's a 9pm flight which should be awful cause I won't be sleeping most of it. I think I might cry... Oh well, life goes on and I'm supposed to be camped in the library. Definitely need to make up for not studying in the last week and a bit.

The most amusing part of my visit back was going drinking with my god-brother. He's such a lightweight! 2 drinks and 2 shots in three hours and he was down. Ok, so the flaming lambor was horrible. That was several shots mixed in so even the colors were a little weird so even the sight made me very glad I wasn't the one drinking... :) Before 2pm, he was ready to hit the sack. What a disappointment! :P To be fair, he does have an excuse, he lives in a country where alcohol is considered and illegal substance to trade. Scary isn't it? Can you imagine people like Rhod or Daimo living there? They'll die of thirst! Not to mention that a lot of the women there are muslim... ;)

Home again

It's been a mad rush the last few weeks. From the moment my T appeared at my door to my birthday and beyond. Now that I'm home, my mind has settled much more. Towards the end, I was close to having a minor breakdown due to stress what with everything going on around me. In truth, I can barely remember half of what has happened. Everything's just been swallowed up somewhere...

Onto brighter things, the most recent memories are of my birthday. There was a dinner on monday at Zizzi's. Some couldn't make it but I had a lovely time regardless. Then on Tuesday night, I had a surprise party from my Japanese and Chinese friends. It was amazing the amount of trouble that they'd gone through for me. I felt terrible but so happy at the same time. They made Apricot Cheesecake as well. That was gorgeous... Wednesday brought around a little gathering at mine with Jen's cake. That was lovely too. I couldn't believe how big she'd made it. Everyone had gone through so much trouble in those three days to make sure I had a really good 21st birthday. Thanks so much guys. I don't really know what to say - a definite first, if I may say so myself. ;)

WOOHOO!!!

The cast is off!!! I can wash my hair properly now!!! It feels so good to be mobile again. Oww... Ok, that was perhaps too much movement but still... YAY! :D

New day, New Beginning

I have never been so awake at 6 in the morning in a very long time. The cause? *grins* A secret. For those of you who think you know: IT'S NOT THAT! *LOL*

Hopefully, I'll get some work done today. I haven't in a very long time and basically, it's about time. Starting on my management accounting would be a good idea since it's technically due in a week. However, on the bright side of life, I have an extension cause some black ass fractured my right hand. :( Yeah, no kidding. I think the worst part is that he actually was supposed to be my friend. T was immensely pissed off at one point. In fact, he worked himself up into a very stressed knot. Not to worry though cause I let him run out of steam before I told him who it was. And then it started again... :p

Anyway, my hand is hurting again so it's about time to stop. You have no idea how difficult it is to have your right hand casted when you're right-handed. It's ridiculous. At this rate, I'm going to be ambidexterous by the end of the month.

I want out!

Frustration is the only word of which I can describe my current feelings. Frustration of my immobility and most of all, of the circumstances my immobility has placed me in. However, as a so-called friend said, apparently it's my fault anyway... or as I quote "I have no sympathy for you." Thanks, it's great to have friends like this who only listen to one side of the story and make assumptions about the rest. And don't give me all that shit about sitting on the fence and not taking sides when you already clearly have regardless of the unspoken words. Everyone knows actions speak much louder than words.

Never mind. I am not one to bitch. Let's move on. I have better things to do with my time but it seems to me that maybe it's time to have a closer look at the people I keep around me.

T's been lovely. Calls every once in a while to see if I'm ok and if I've died somewhere in the midst of my frustration. Poor Foz has been running around doing all these little errands for me. Rhodri's been playing chauffer and even Gaz came by to help me out with some housekeeping errands. I adore my friends. Little gestures mean lots to me, especially at a time like this. Thank you loads!

Lea's Day Off From Life

So on Wednesday this week, I took a little day off from life. For a moment or two, I almost convinced myself that I was relapsing into my depressive mode. Fortunately, I woke up and decided against it. So I spent the day in bed. Well, tried to anyway. Me being me, I ended up going for coffee with a friend and then later going to another friend's birthday pub crawl. During coffee, I was tired. During the pub crawl, I felt out of place. For one thing, I'd stopped drinking as much so I didn't constantly have a drink in my hand like the rest. And for another, they were all my friends but not really. It was the strangest feeling. I knew most of them and while I was fairly close with the birthday girl, I could only be at best considered acquaintances with the rest. We went to the welsh club and I've always been an RnB club person so that was definitely a foreign place for me. Don't get me wrong, I'd have gone regardless but perhaps next time I should take heed to leave when I feel the need.

Is it really?

"Happiness is good health and a bad memory."
- Ingrid Bergman -

Forgetting things that upset you is always the best option. In fact, it's my favorite option. Nonetheless, what do you do when they come back and bite you in the ass? I have been on many a quest to find happiness. First losing it and then working hard to find my way back to the optimum I previously had but did not realize. People are all the same in the end: the grass always looks greener on the other side regardless of the reality. I never knew what I had until I lost it and to say that I can learn from this mistake is untrue for I know that it is very repeatable.

Fortunately for me, I've passed the critical stage where I no longer rely on medication to walk in our world. It was a painful fall but a harder climb. Blades away and thoughts contained, perhaps it was the best way to make it a lesson I will never forget. So now I walk with away from the shadows, my past no longer haunts me but unforgotten. Scars take a long time to heal but they will never entirely go away. I will always be grateful to those who helped me to stand for I owe them nothing less than my life.

Longest month of the year

Right! That's it! I'm voting February my most hated month of this academic year as of yet. I can't take it anymore. Not only do I have to put up with this ridiculous weather, I also have a never ending trail of coursework to be handed in. It is literally one after another. First IB, then financial and after that management... *ARGH!* I'm going to die somewhere in the middle of it. No wait, I am in the middle... :s

That aside, my life has been depressingly dreary. In fact, it has come to a point where I question if I even have a life anymore. Some of my friends think that I've gone underground while others simple believe that I've vanished into thin air... Apparently, I'm not my (and I quote) "sociable self" anymore. *rolls the eyes* If I had time to be anything but mundane, I would. It's not like I have a choice in this matter. After all, I really REALLY do want to graduate. It's definitely time to move on. Cardiff is getting smaller by the day and the people here don't change. South Africa seems like a nice place to be these days...

Paris is the key to my heart - Anastasia

I miss it already. It was a short holiday but everything I expected. Half a day of shopping and a day at disney - it was great. My only regret: we didn't have enough time. Still, regardless of that wonderful trip, I am paying for it now as I have less than 12 hours to produce a 3000 word essay which is not going well at all. *sigh* Yeah, I really should have started earlier. Exam time is over, holiday time is long past. We're back to the grind and this time it's definitely for a long time. 3 courseworks in a row excluding the decision to change modules by tomorrow afternoon... Is it possible for my sigh to get any louder?

The Bluestocking

Indeed, that's what they categorized women who adored reading in the past. The men were scholars but the women, they were merely bluestockings. Unimportant and completely mundane. *makes a face* Seriously, sometimes I'm thoroughly ashamed to be part of the evolving human race when I look into our history.

I read a lot. In fact, I'll read almost any book that perks even the slightest interest in me. For preference though, I've always loved fantasy novels. My favorite motto: why read about reality when you can soar through dreams? Lately, I've gone into a romance phase, despite the dry period in my life, and have come to pick up a fair amount of books under the historical romance genre. See, can't help it. Even when I'm reading other genres I still prefer a little bit of otherworldliness in the stories. After a while, I find that there's a pattern in all the books of this genre. Aside from the happily ever after part, I have discovered that the heroine usually always has to suffer immensely at the hands of the hero - because he is blinded by his pride and insensitivity - before they find true love and happiness. In my confusion, I had a little discussion with my sister: was it just me or does the whole thing seem immensely ludicrous? I'm not saying that the book isn't well written because it is; as is the plot but in terms of reality, is it altogether there? The book I've just finished goes like this...

The heroine is of noble birth and is engaged to another man. The engagement is abruptly broken and she finds herself sold in marriage to his rival who doubly insults her by offering a handfast marriage instead of a proper one. To add criminal insult to injury, given that he suspected (although untrue) she was no virgin and perhaps carried his rival's child, he ravished her on the night of their marriage. Since it was a handfasting marriage, both parties are free to leave the agreement at will. If it were me, I would have ran as far as possible away from him from that spot onwards. The author had already claimed that she hated him at that point, what was to stop her from doing so?

Going forward with the argument that heroine stayed to try and make things work between them, why would she then plan to trap the hero with seduction as her "woman's revenge?" This is not even halfway into the book but I'm going to give up trying to make sense of it now. If I think any more on this subject, my head will explode from all the contradicting facts...

Oh yeah... and then there's my exams on Monday...

Curly chewed at a dead lizard!

No joke. I was totally horrified! All I could do was scream, call for Edeline and then scream some more. Even insisted of having her teeth brushed afterwards. Disguisting! We still have no idea where she found it but to be honest, I really don't want to think about it. The imagine of that dead thing lying on the red carpet with no arms is going to give me enough nightmares for a very long while. *shudders*

So, spoke to Vixen today. That girl came back from the dead and emailed me recently. It was good to hear from her and about the things she'd been up to. Had a litle catch up session and then we had to cut it short. Oh well, that's Vixen for you. Inaccessible as usual. *grins* I called Aya as well but there was no answer. At least I caught her online long enough to have a quick chat and wish her happy birthday. :)

Anyway, back to the studies. I have 10 days. It's definitely not a good sign.