FAVORITE:
.dayofweek.: sunday
.leastfavoriteday.: monday.detestable
.flower.: black rose.violets...which are,quite obviously,violetXP
.specialskills/talents.: writing i guess. and arguing with ppl.
.shampoo.: herbal essence.and those they make in new zealand.
summer/winter.: winter
.trampolines/swimmingpools.: trampolines.

PERSON WHO LAST
.calledyou.: kway teow i think
.sleptinyourbed.: me.full stop.
.saw you cry.: gen n ale. during the passion.
.madeyoucry.: erm.my best friend nat.but that was err....9 10 years ago?
.went to the movieswith.: alethea.peter pan.
.yelledat.: kavya.
.sentyouanemail.: nat

HAVEYOUEVER
.said I LoveYou and meant it.: define the said love
.gone out in public in your pajamas.: haha..does swimming for bronze badge count???
.kept a secret from everyone.: lots.
.cried during a movie.: yes.passion.lotr.les miserbales.gladiator.
.been to Hawaii.: no
.been to mexico.: nope
.China.: yeah. the toilets suck.
.South America.: noo
.wished you were the opposite sex.: sometimes i guess. when i wanna play soccer/badly need a ps2...and also when im in a cmic shop n whole grp of dumb guys crowd round the shelf, n its embarassing to squeeze btwn them =X
.apples or bananas.: apples
.blue or red.: blue
.spring or fall.: fall
.what are you going to do after you type this.: study english
.what was the last meal you ate.: doritos.eating now
.last noise you heard.: my ice cream cup toppling n oaths from ym mouth

FRIENDSHIP/LOVE

.do you believe in love at first sight.: dun believe in love at all
.do you want children someday.: debatable
.most important thing to you in a friendship.: loyalty.trust.respect

OTHERINFO
.do you speak any other languages.: duh
.last book you read.: arthur-the seeing stone
.name some of your favorite things in your bedroom.: my pillow.mogu.saiyuki file.GBA.comp.
.things you dislike most about yourself.: blunt n sarcastic.yay for me.
.worst feeling in the world.: when everyone around u seems so fake, and u cant be sure ur real either
.who you love.: god
.who you miss.: nat n nigel

USER INFO:

.glasses/contacts.: glasses
.braces.: yep
.you get embarrassed.: when i trip over words in an argument. n when someone insults my anime lol.
.what makes you happy.: god.anime.writing.dreams
.what upsets you.: dreams.fags.phonies.wannabes.snobs.

FINISH THE SENTENCE
.i love to.: write and watch the ink flow, because every stroke brings me closer to what i can envision
.i miss.: nat.gen.happiness.
.i wish.: the world isnt real.
.i hope.: i'll go to heaven soon
.i am annoyed by.: people.
.i am.: different
.i want to be.: a writer who writes with her spirit, so that every sentence carries a mystic aura that screams different.
.i would never.: betray.
.id rather be.: what i am than what others want me to be
.im tired of.: feeling like the most insignificant person in the world.
.i will always be.: the one He loves

LAST
.movie you saw.: The Passion of the Christ
.phone number you called.: joanne's
.last show you watched on tv.: beverly hills cop 3

HAVEYOUEVER
.thought you were going to die.: every day of my life.
.wanted to run away.: mostly
.think that you are beautiful.: i dont care. my words are what is beautiful and everything else doesnt matter.

i dunno. just saw n i like these weird stuff.
just finished reading a compre about slavery in ancient rome. talked about how spartacus led an army of ard 100 slaves tp battle and conquered almost the entire rome. however, dispute broke out among the diff. races and so they disbanded. they reutrned to their homes but were turned awya. eventually they fell in a battle with the roman emperor, and spartacus was killed.
i can see it all now.

the sun blazes like a furious ball of titanic fire in the crimson streaked sky. shadows limned the horizon, blades cutting the heavens like needles upon a pincushion. blood soaks into the sandy ground, and cries of battle resound for miles across. metal clanks upon metal, a screaming, screeching sound-- painful yet sweet. in the midst of it all, a lone warrior stands up to the giant, his sword a meagre fly in the face of the enemy. he swings, but misses. with powerful fists crashing down, he is speared through the heart and out the spine. his mouth gapes open, as he watch3es all he has lived for, fought for, diminish away with his spirit. all his senses comprehend is the irony of it all. rome taken in months, claimed back in a day. the truth and the freedom he fought for-- his hope crucified on a cross.

a lone pearl, a dazzling tear, streams down his cheek. all he has fought for. everything.
everything has turned to dust.