Bahhh . . . ;_;

I went to school again today. @_@ Stupid dance. But I AM planning on knowing how to dance it, even if it kills me {don't worry, it will}.

Yesterday I studied for a citizenship quiz. >_< I didn't focus on the right things, too. Only on three presidents {I think I can tell you what they did in my sleep . . .} and on what the institute of presidentary in Israel is, and barely on what the president's job. >_< She told us to write six diffeerent things the president does, and four examples for presidents. :\ I only had three, and I rubbished the what he has to do part. I think I'll scratch the 70 . . . Hopefully. Hm. And I really studied hard for that! ;_;

Hebrew grammar test on Sunday. It's not something I learned yet, because me and Shiri focused more on the verb. They moved on for the rest of the sentence. :\ So I basically know nothing, but I think I got it now. :\\\\

Going to have a history test on the fourth. I KNOW that stuff. ^_____^ I hope I'll get over 85. ^^ I still have no idea what she wants me to write, so I'll read her summation from Galit's notebook.

It's REALLY interesting to see how she views people. It changes. ^_^ But the poeple themselves haven't changed, maybe a little, but still . . . it's nice to be able to talk to about two hundred of people in my age {less, about 180 in my junior high, 180 in the other one} for about 5, 6, even 7 hours in each day. ^^ You can miss that. :P I always said that the only problem with my shcool that 1) it's in the morning, 2) it's a school. I like my class. A lot. And most of the 'i' classes' {ninth grade. :P} students. And they don't hate me {my class sang me some Hebrew, popular version of 'happy birthday to you' yesterday. o.O}, although when I'm around for more than one day they ignore me, kinda. ^^ I'm the kind of person you never nituce unless I'm gone, if you even notice.

The teachers' reactions were so funny! My last year maths teacher saw me {how could she miss me? :P I asked her if I could join, 'cause I'm a guest, although my level is a lot more lower than that group, I belong to group B, after last year I fought to get to group B. Life's weird} and hugged me. ^__^ When my educator {she gave the students their physics test. XD} saw me she was like this: o.o and then like this: O.O She didn't hug me, though. Aw. ^^ Then I met my bible teacher! She hugged me. XD I really like her, A LOT. She hugged me. :P Then I met my history & citizenship teacher. XD She was happy to see me, too. She was one of the reasons I did that quiz, I promised her. ^^ And my floor-sized-maths-teacher greeted me, too. :P At the last period of the day, our educator asked me if I wanted to come to the graduation ceremoney, and I said 'yep!'. I want to participate in it, though, and for that I have to come for all the days until the end. XD Okay, only about 20 days, I'll live. :P

>_< 43C yesterday. It's about 110F. >_< But when we left school, I told Galit "cool! My fingers aren't freezing! O_O". Still, didn't stop me from complaining. ^^

So tired . . . I get to sleep tomorrow . . .

I looked for the advisor of the school . . . Hm, at one point I just sat in the library and watched Omri playing 'who wants to be a millionaire'. The fool really thought that a camel holds in his hump water and not fat. @_@ MY excuse was 'I try to find the advisor in some kind of ways. One is to run all around the school, and the other is to stay in one place and wait for her to come to me'.

Yeah, right.
*snorts*

And I liked the Hebrew grammar teacher’s reaction. ^^ She only saw me once, and also in a 40 students’ class. :P So she noticed me about ten minutes after the lesson started, and looked at me. “I didn’t notice that there was another one here,” she noted. XD

And in the first night I slept at Galit’s there was a thief. XD He stole a ladder and climbed to their balcony, and was about four metres from us when we slept. ^^ He left the ladder there when her mother kinda caught him, though. ^^

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Well, been at school today, yep. From 7:25 until 13:40. And I even got there on time.

It was fun, I'll write it all in a notebook, I'm late to my friend's. ^_^ I'm planning on going there tomorrow, too. :P

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Off to my friend! Sleeping at hers. XD

Well, then going to school. Third time this year. Scary.

Tell you stories later!

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Iddy's back! Back! Back! :D

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

. . . right after that post. Weird.

. . . on another note, wee, um, it's five in the morning. I have to wake up in five hours, six, tops. And it's WITH that medicine. ^^ I don't want to get back to my old sleeping habits . . . but it just -happens-.

You know what you do to people that are depressed? You don't let them sleep. Really.

Hmm . . . I won't take that Cortisone for my foot, even though my dad says it's not casuing cancer, but I'd prefer being safe than sorry.

WAI! IDDY'S BACK! XD

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Okay, time to write about it fully than say it in random 'I miss Iddy's.

Well, I miss Iddy. For all I know, he can be dead, and I *really* don't want him to be dead. We talked quite a lot, I really like him, and I hate it when a person close to me dies or disappears, and it happened, of course. I take it really really hard.

Okay, so I'm kinda selfish. I don't want him to die to not feel bad. But just for itself, I want him to *live* and be * happy*. He really deserves it.

Anyhow, nighty.

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1) It's not enough that my leg LOOKS swollen and red, it also FEELS swollen. ;_; It ITCHES. Really itches, so much that it hurts, but ti doesn't hurt, it itches. I'm not making much sense, aren't I?

2) Hmm . . . I wanna call 'Rat. And Nee-chan. And Onee-chan. T_T But I keep thinking that I might disturb them. >_< So I get to warn them, and then I get "no", "can't" and "have to go to work". @_@ Wheeeeeee . . .

3) Watched the CCS second movie. The manga is a lot more better.

4)Kepping track with Princess Tutu and Stellvia. ^^ You know you're hooked when you talk to yourself you use the words "ne" and something else. Happened to me today. Hmm . . .

5) I've grown! In . . .0.7 centimetre! :D I still miss 1.3cm to get to the prediction that was made when I was about 10. ^^ Might've been earlier, dunno. My height's now 170.7cm, to you people who don't know Metric, translate it to yourself. Whee! @_@ I want to get them . . . before I stop growing, and I kinda already stopped. Stupid menstruation, had to make me stop growing. ;_;

6) My father's now 47. My brother's now 8. My youngest {I only have two cousins. o_O} cousin also turned eight a week after my brother. They can't decide if they like each other or not . . . at that age me and Maya were sitting under an umbrela. ^_^ Now, you don't have to understand, just a silly cute game that I will forever miss. ^___^ But it's nice to remember it. XD

7) Yesterday Yoav scared our doggess {screw you, Nee-chan! :P} with a small mobiled car. ^^ He kept chasing after her, and she ran away. ^^ She's scared so easily. :P She hates fireworks. And balloons. And nylon bags. And some other random things.

8) I have two phones in my room + my mobile phone. Don't ask me how that happened, nope. I have no idea. ^^

9) I need to find good fics, and good books. IN HEBREW. English tires me pretty easily, and I read a lot slower . . .

10) I wish I could draw. And that this impossible writer's block would disappear. >_< But drawing . . . I always wanted to be able to do that. :\ Even if it's just scirbbling cute chibi stuff.

11) "Hasta la Vista, PMS!"

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I'm still angry at Blogger that ate my post. >_<

The Eurovision was yesterday night. Mostly good songs, nothing above, besides Turkey {that won}, Belgium {that needed two points more to win}, France {that everybody hated, although it was a GREAT song} And Austria {that got into the sixth place although it was in German and an in-joke . . . I liked that song, it was the most amusing one}.

Just songs that are worth mentioning:

The Croatian singers {the females} barely had clothes on. o_O I mean it. More skin thaen clothes. o.o It would've been better if it was done tastefully . . . but it wasn't. But the British girl was a lot more . . . flamboyant.

Germany: "Let's get happy, let's be gay!" -> It says everything, really.

Spain: An AMAZING voice.

Russia: t.A.T.u . . . y'know, they said they'd marry if they won. They also warned that they were going to strip while performing, so the managers of the Eurovision warned them that they'd be disqualified if they did, and we were warned not to vote for them if they did. All they did was holding hands and hug from time to time. Hmm . . . their sounds were original. It was okay, full of mystery! :D

United Kingdoms: Just never listen to the song Cry Baby. It's so bad. ._.

Romania: It was good. ^^

Israel: Just because. XD


I wanted to vote, but the lines were flooded. I wanted to vote for Turkey, but iit won anyhow! Whoo! :D

{You can listen to the songs here}

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My Birthday words

Well, those are the words that appeared on A.W.A.D during my different birthdays. Enjoy.

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1995:
Subject: A.Word.A.Day--prosy
X-Bonus: We should consider ourselves as spirits having a human experience, rather than humans having an occasional spiritual experience.

prosy \'pro--ze-\ aj 1: PROSAIC 2: TEDIOUS

1996:
Subject: A.Word.A.Day--esthesia
X-Bonus: Do you know what a pessimist is? A person who thinks everybody as nasty as himself, and hates them for it. -George Bernard Shaw

es.the.sia \es-'the--zh(e--)*\ n [NL, back-formation fr. anesthesia] :
capacity for sensation and feeling : SENSIBILITY

1997:
Subject: A.Word.A.Day--janus-faced
X-Bonus: Why should we be in such desperate haste to succeed, and in such desperate enterprises? If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. -Henry David Thoreau

Janus-faced /'jA-n*s-fAst/ adj : 1682 [ fr. Janus, a Roman god that is
identified with doors, gates, and all beginnings and that is represented
artistically with two opposite faces]: having two contrasting aspects;
especially : DUPLICITOUS, TWO-FACED

Verburg, Peter, `Janus-faced' Preston?, Vol. 21, Alberta Report/Western
Report, 06-13-1994, pp 9.
"Prof. Flanagan also objects to Mr. Manning's criticism of the prime
minister for not examining de-confederation. 'I don't care for this type
of Janus-faced policy,' says Prof. Flanagan, a reference to the Roman god
with faces looking in two directions at the same time."

1998:
Subject: A.Word.A.Day--bane
X-Bonus: The value of the average conversation could be enormously improved by the constant use of four simple words: "I do not know." -Andre Maurois

bane n. [OE. bane destruction, AS. bana murderer; akin to Icel. bani death,
murderer, OHG. bana murder, bano murderer, OIr. bath death,] 1. That which
destroys life, esp. poison of a deadly quality.

2. Destruction; death.

3. Any cause of ruin, or lasting injury; harm; woe.

Dana, Richard Henry, Jr., Two Years Before The Mast: Twenty-Four Years
After: Part I, Great Works of Literature, 1 Jan 1992.
"But Captain Wilson tells me that the climate has altered; that the
southeasters are no longer the bane of the coast they once were, and that
vessels now anchor inside the kelp at Santa Barbara and San Pedro all the
year round."

Holmes, Oliver Wendell, Contagiousness Of Puerperal Fever: Part I.,
Great Works of Literature, 1 Jan 1992.
"It seems proper, therefore, to remind those who are in the habit of
referring to the works for guidance that there may possibly be some
sources of danger they have slighted or omitted, quite as important as a
trifling irregularity of diet, or a confined state of the bowels, and that
whatever confidence a physician may have in his own mode of treatment, his
services are of questionable value whenever he carries the bane as well as
the antidote about his person."

1999:
Subject: A.Word.A.Day--repository
X-Bonus: Make me, oh God, the prey of the lion, ere You make the rabbit my prey. -Kahlil Gibran (1883-1931) [Sand and Foam]

repository (ri-POZ-i-tor-ee, -tore-ee) noun

1. A place where things may be put for safekeeping.

2. A warehouse.

3. A museum.

4. A burial vault; a tomb.

5. One that contains or is a store of something specified.

6. One who is entrusted with secrets or confidential information.

[Latin reponere, reposit- : re- + ponere, to place.]

"Bibliotheca Alexandrina, a $190 million project begun by UNESCO in the
late 1980s and recently put entirely in the care of the Egyptian
government, is now under rapid construction and is expected to be
officially inaugurated in the fall of 1999. It promises to be a major
repository of both printed books and of high-technology informationas
well as a training center for the entire Mediterranean region.
Raymond Stock, Alexandrina Rises, Egypt Today, 13 Feb 1998.

This week's theme: Words from the names of newspapers.
(Example: The Repository of Canton, Ohio.)

2000:
Subject: A.Word.A.Day--exuviate
X-Bonus: When you say that you agree to a thing in principle, you mean that you have not the slightest intention of carrying it out. -Otto von Bismarck

exuviate (ig-ZOO-vee-ayt) verb tr.

To shed or cast off (a covering).

verb intr.

To shed or cast off exuviae; molt.

[Exuvi (ae), Latin, from exuere, to take off + -ate.]

"SI on the other hand never seemed able to exuviate its image as a `fixed
income house' ...."
R.N.M. Upton, Salomon Smith Barney Holdings Inc., Investext Reports,
19 Feb 1999.

This week's theme: verbs.

2001:
(none)

2002:
Subject: A.Word.A.Day--impresario
X-Bonus: An honest man can feel no pleasure in the exercise of power over his fellow citizens. -Thomas Jefferson, third US president, architect and author (1743-1826)

impresario (im-pruh-SAR-ee-o) noun

1. An organizer, promoter, or manager of public entertainments, such as
a ballet, opera, concert, or theater company.

2. Any manager or director.

[From Italian impresario (one who undertakes a business), from impresa
(undertaking), from imprendere (to undertake).]

"Even on Broadway, few stars have crashed as spectacularly as Garth
Drabinsky, the impresario behind Ragtime, theatreland's highest-grossing
show."
From Riches to Ragtime, The Economist (London), Aug 15, 1998.

"All the world's a stage, / And the men and women merely players: / They
have their exits and their entrances; / And one man in his time plays
many parts." So wrote our friend Bill Shakespeare some 400 years ago in
one of his most profound observations on human condition. Yet, we often
treat this life as if we really are the people we're playing. Imagine how
few troubles we might have if we remember it's only a role we are playing.
All we need to do is to play it as best we can and then gracefully exit
the stage.

This week AWAD features words from the world of theater. -Anu

2003:
Subject: A.Word.A.Day--ugsome
X-Bonus: The only wisdom we can hope to acquire is the wisdom of humility: Humility is endless. -T.S Eliot, poet (1888-1965)

ugsome (UG-suhm) adjective

Dreadful, loathsome.

[From Middle English, from uggen, from Old Norse ugga (to fear). As in many
typical stories where one child in a family becomes well-known while the
other remains obscure, "ugly" and "ugsome" are two words derived from the
same root -- one is an everyday word while the other remains unusual.]

"The grandmother is at times ugsome ..."
John Moore; 3 Women, 3 Generations, Clever Word Play; Denver Post;
Mar 7, 2002.

This week's theme: words to describe people.

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Not too cheerful, eh?
Note the X-Bonuses. ^^ They're fun! :D

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This past week was a very bad feet week.

Seriously.

Once, I try to put Ayelet's bag down. The chair falls on my foot. Yepyep. It was followed by a loud 'OW'.
Today, I was opening a drawer. And my toe hits another drawer. A louder 'OW' was heard.
Then, ab hour ago, I try to go backwards with my chair, and it rolls on my foot. >_< Nothing bad, thuogh. I took it away quick enough . . . hmm.
I'm not planning on going anywhere this week, nope.

{On another note, BWAHAHAHAHAHA! Tomorrow morning only Yoav will be at home. XD And he and I are knowon at home to be totally oblivious to the things that happen around us. ^^ He more than me. ^_^ Hmm . . . meaning for that? ^^ I can talk to Rattie-chan! :D}

Hmm . . . maybe not. Because I walk when I talk. And I usually hit random things around me. @_@
I have to think about it! O_O

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Something that was found in Ayelet's psychology textbook.

"Question #16:

Ronnen is too shy to go to parties and he is afraid to create relationships with people. If you were a drug dealer what drug would you recommend him to take?

1) Alcohol
2) Heroine
3) Cocaine
4) Nicotine"

I really have no idea what's the correct one, but REALLY.

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Finished writing after five hours. @_@ It stil needs editting, but it's okay. ^^

TIRED. @_@

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Wellllllll . . .

Just {an hour and a half ago. ^^} started a new original short story, called "Of Angels and Lions". I really like the idea of it, and I already wrote a half. XD It's, well, about angels and lions. ^__________^ And no, you won't escape from reading it! :D

I have 'Rat's phone number! XD XD XD Poor Rattie-chan. He plans on running away. ^^

I'm tired as hell {Tiredashell! XD} and my back hurts, but I don't dare to go to sleep before I finish the story. XD

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One word, sixty seconds:

"Boxes hold things inside. If it's properly sealed, a box is a way to hide yourself from the world. It's easy to find boxes, just as it's easy to hide. Boxes aren't literally boxes. Just little cells where you keep yourself in."

One Word.

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Moving!

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That was Nee-chan, not me. o_O;;;

XD

She generously agreed to host my blog. ^^

I have a new template that I really like. Poor Nee-chan and Ma-nii-chan worked on it for about four hours, together. ^^

THANK YOU. ^^

Hmm . . .

Today, I had a chair that fell on my leg. o_o; Ayelet always puts her bag on the kitchen chairs . . . and it's sometimes on the way. So I tried to put it down, and the chair fell on my leg. ;_; But y'know what's weird? Instead of having my feet hurting {it's only annoying me}, my thigh kinda hurts. Must've hit a nerve of some sort.

I spent the weekend at Ayelet. Watched a couple of movies. Went shopping. ^_^ I have clothes! :D And a couple of new soaps for a couple of reasons. o-o

I keep losing weight.
Well, that's not ENTIRELY true. I don't lose weight . . . it just looks like I do.

I hate maths. They were created to annoy me.

Started to read the New Testament.
I don't want to offend anybody . . . but it's complete bullshit. ^_^;;

Just one thing that set me off {well, there were a lot, but that's the most} was the fact that it's important what you think, and not what you do, unlike Judaism.

Y'know, Christianity is Judaism. Sort of. And there's been a contract.
You broke it.
God broke it too.
You can't demand anything from him. He can't demand anything from you.

It's not like I can . . . I don't do anything that I'm supposed to, and I don't ask for anything.

But it's kinda angrying me. God was never forgiving, and all of a sudden he forgives anyone!
Well, bullshit it is.

Hm.
Shower.
Night.

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Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Low
Schizoid:	Low
Schizotypal:	High
Antisocial:	Low
Borderline:	Moderate
Histrionic:	High
Narcissistic:	Low
Avoidant:	Moderate
Dependent:	High
Obsessive-Compulsive:	High
-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --

Heheheh.

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Oh, I'm also quite hyper.

Hmm . . .

My eyes number's grown, and I see worse than my mom. I can't really distinguish betweeen failrly small objects. Ie, can't read the letters on the keyboard without glasses. I just see buttons.
o-o

And my eyesight's worsening.
o.o

HURRAY!
@_@

XD

*must watch Three Faces of Eve*

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Well, I've been told to blog this. ^______^

I feel HAPPY. About myself.

Taking care of your look does that to you. :P
I need to do this more often. ^______________^

I like my hair and I like my eyes. ^_^ And yes, I DID admit that I'm cute. ^_^

And I think I lost some weight. XD

I have the potential, now, only to use it. ^^

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That was an interesting expreience.
Talking to Jenn and Nathan.

Nathan talks really really fast. T_T I couldn't understand most of what he said. T_T I love him.
Just not the way he talks.

I HATE that.

Jenn, on the other hand, was fun to talk to! XD I understood MOST of what she said, aside from what, three words? Four? ^^;;;;;

And I talked . . . fine. I was understood.
That's GREAT to be understood.

Now, if we'll talk from time to time, she'll notice that I'll start to stutter more oftenly . . . and to talk fast, and to swallow words. ;_; And when I laugh, I'm not understood. ;_;

She likes my accent.
Weird girl.

Night, going to cook my tired legs . . .
And my stings.

In other words, going to have a five minutes' shower and then sleep.

One step into knowing Nee-chan and Marshmallow-nii-chan in RL, accomplished. ^_^

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The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	High
Level 2 (Lustful)	Low
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Low
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Very Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Low
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	High
Level 7 (Violent)	Moderate
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Low

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

XD
XD
XD

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Hm.

Yeah, it's been a while. ^^; A lot's been happening.
I don't really feel like telling. o_O;

Hm. Ithamar had his birthday. My cousin is going to have his on the fourteenth . . . sheer coincidence, I swear!

Hmm . . . I learned today that after every cup of something that contains caffeine, you should drink water, because it causes you to lose liquids. <_< *drank already a litre and a half today . . .*

Hm. Learned something new in maths, and worked a bit on Arabic . . . I need to practice my writing, though. T_T

I started to write again. It's somewhat good, somewhat bad . . . because I only write when I'm depressed.

'Rat! Go and do your homework! :D

Hmm . . . I got two days ago a kilo {2.205 pounds} odf lettuce. I think I've finished about a half of it already. >_>

Started to think when I'll do my bagruts. Thinking of doing at least two in this winter . . . Citizenship, English, maybe Hebrew grammar and literature. I'd study with my friends if I make sure I'll do some of the bagruts at the same date. ^_____________^ My maths teacher says that I can be ready to do five points until the next summer, and I'm not sure I can make it. ;_; It's FIVE POINTS and it's MATHS. I'm pretty much sure I can do five points at almost everything else . . . but MATHS? ;_______;

Sports? <_< >_> I'll stay out of it. @_@

I miss my science channel. ;_;

I pre-ordered two copies of the fifth HP. One for me, one for Maya.

I miss Iddy.

I want to find good fanfics/books.

I want to sleep . . .

And I showed Nathan my tactless nature. @_@ And I'm not proud of it.

I hate calculating.

I hate mosquitoes, and they apparently love me . . .

It's HOT.

I miss singing. ;_; We had a forced 'vacation'. ;_;!

I miss my grandmother, too. @_@

I like Israel, doesn't matter how much she sucks. It's just part of who I am. ^_^

Hm . . .

Iddy, come back! ;_;

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It hurts.
It hurts so much, to dig inside. In everything I refused to see, and listen, and accpet, or let go . . .

It hurts to sing.

It hurts to talk . . . I want to run away. I still do.
And I don't think it'll disappear anytime soon.

Why can't things be left as they are?

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Second time I’m writing this. @_@

Tabyk’s postcard just arrived. ^_^ I really started to worry. Three weeks, I think. ^^;;;; It has this cute girl from Digi Charat in kimono. XD {White and purple, to prove that I really got it. ^^;}

He owes me dinner! XD

On the other hand, I think I managed to read his name. But he wrote the rest in a nice handwriting. Managed to read it easily. ^^; It’s so frustrating that I can’t read handwritten things. They have to be super-understandable. ^^; Kinda frustrating.

I like his Y and W. o.o Really do. ^_________^; My handwriting is a mess. Not just in English. In Hebrew, too. And in Arabic I barely understand WHAT I’m writing, so I’m not a good judge. ^^;


On another note, Jenn and Nathan broke up. If they continue to talk to me about it, I swear I’ll cry. ^^; But I really don’t care. They need to talk; I’m ready to listen. It hurts not to be able to comfort them. Not able to hug them. Not being able to hit them when they act stupid. I love ‘em {yes, I sling that word around. Sue me. ^_^}, and I don’t want them to suffer, so I listen. Well, listen isn’t the right word. I read. ^^;

And another matter, I’m feeling bad. Did sports today and got that weird pain. WHICH WASN’T FROM EXHAUSTION. Well, of course I was exhausted. ^^; But it was TOO DAMN EARLY for me to be exhausted. And I felt like vomiting, which didn’t help. I also keep falling asleep . . . an hour here, two hours there . . . kinda annoying.


Wai! I got the postcard! FINALLY! XD

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