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Tuesday, October 5th, 2010

Time:10:15 pm.
Wow, haven't used this in a while, but I am selling LOTS of old fruits style, sai sai items and TONS of stuff from Camden market.

Her is the items:



Please take a look, lots of cheap items and lots are ending very soon

Thank you! xxx
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Sunday, December 6th, 2009

Time:3:01 pm.
Haven't used this for ages.

I have a new website now.

With all my English work on, essays and notes etc.

If anyone cares.

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Sunday, October 26th, 2008

Time:4:21 pm.
Mood: crazy.
This is a rant post. I don't do them so often but hey I’m not a teenager anymore, I’m in my twenties man, I'm TWENTY! I now have ample right to turn into an intolerant, bitter, old bitch.

I live in Elephant and Castle (representing south of the river, kk) and it's a complete shit hole. You walk past the Causeway roundabout past 10pm you're gonna get fucked up. Go near the estate? Don't even think about it if you value your phone, wallet, or left kidney.

But the good thing is you can walk 10 minutes to the Thames, where the likelihood of getting assaulted by gangs drops about 45%, to an average of around a 1 in 10 chance down from like 1 in 3. Yeah, I can't do maths and I won't pretend I can. I spent my maths lessons in school drawing cocks and people smoking joints on the table in maths class with Alan (I know how mature). So I don't know maths kk.

Anyway, now I like to get away from E+C cos it’s a piece of crap, unless you like getting stabbed. So I always walk to the Thames if I’m going out to meet people and try to avoid going anywhere near that disgusting excuse for a 'shopping centre' which looks like something from before architecture even existed in the 119068500s and someone decided to stick a block of bricks on the floor and call it a development, crowning it with a giant elephant and a crown in the shape of a castle, fucking imaginative.

I’m ranting about shit now; my main purpose of this blog is tourists.

So, I’m walking away from this place, trying to get to somewhere decent where I can have a fucking whiskey god damnit, but a walk to Soho that should take 30mins takes me an hour+ cos of TOURISTS AND STUPID PEOPLE.

I'll tell you about my journey.

The walk itself, should be quite nice...I go past the Thames, London bridge, Big ben to the left, Westminster Abbey to the right, Trafalgar square, good stuff. But, HELLO TOURISTS.

So, I’m walking across London Bridge and a hand starts getting waved in my face 'stop stop' in some sort of aggressive manner it shouts, I’m thinking what the hell is this? The waving continues and said person tries to clear the street as they back towards the road to take a damn photo of their family posing and smiling sweetly against the bridge whilst either side of the waving woman crowds of people gather up waiting to go past who daren’t try to go past as they may feel the wrath of the waving woman’s hand, as I found out. Fuck this, I’m wearing 5 inch heels here and I’m trying to get to my whiskey, get fucked tbh. So I just walk past, fuck your damn photo. The woman starts waving again, as I’m walking past and I get a swift smack around the head with her hand. WHAT. THE. FUCK WOMAN? I stare in disbelief as this small thing starts swearing and the masses that had crowded around her start to dissipate, thankful they can finally move and the woman gets swamped in people passing, her precious photo ruined for the sake of everyone else, forgive me if I’m not sorry.

Ok, so I swear under my breath at this idiotic person, rubbing my head and I’m at the traffic lights, which in London are packed so bad you can't move as people are waiting to cross, you’re stuffed next to 100 strangers and all you wanna do is cross the damn road and OH HELLO TOURISTS, of course, they think it's a wonderful idea to have KODAK MOMENT!! Yes yes, they think, let’s push all these English people out the way so I can get ample range on my camera and take a photo as we are stuffed like sardines in the middle of the road! Yayay, fun times, cue said tourist elbowing me in the face and shoving everyone back to get this treasured image, wtf were you raised by? I've even seen people get pushed over by this tourist activity, and once it was even an elderly woman. Thank you, ignorant people.

They also don’t seem to understand exactly how traffic lights work. They are red, you wait, they are green you go. No, no, they don’t like this. It’s red, LETS RUN they think, what a good idea as the nearly get run over by a black cab and swiftly run back into the massive crowd, waiting patiently to cross when it actually is green, they push everyone out of the way to get a space back in the waiting area, and trample on everyone. Black taxis in London, don’t stop for ANYONE, and especially not you, thank you for stamping on my toes and ruining my shoes...and probably pushing over another old woman.

So I got past the traffic lights, my beautiful pink shoes now bearing a large brown scuff, but relatively unharmed unless I’m an elderly woman, so god help me one day. I'm walking past Trafalgar square, well more like dodging incoming pushchairs, avoiding large bags being smacked across my head or breasts, which some evidently are, and I’m weaving between couples holding hands because to them, unlinking sweaty palms HURTS SO MUCH!

I turn around to corner towards Soho where the road is relatively quiet compared to beforehand and boom! I see a group of people like a traffic jam of cars piling back a few feet, they are trying to weave their way around something, but what is it, what is causing this pavement jam! Ahh, HELLO TOURISTS! There are 8 or 9 of them, in a line, sometimes they are even holding hands like children in a playground, only they don’t skip; it’s far too fast for them. They are walking, sorry, crawling along the road, taking up the entire width of the pavement, without a space leaving a tailback of 10 or 15 people trying to get past them, without a thought for them they continue to dwindle along, cameras in hand, without a space. People in business suits and briefcases trying to get past after a long 10 hours day at the office, people with their kids, drained, trying to get home with their shopping and me, trying to get to my damn whiskey, AH-HA! Tourist number 1 says. They stop. Smack. The woman behind walks straight into one of them, the woman with her kids smashes into her and her children start crying. The tourists 'umm and ahh' in unison as they grab their cameras and take photos of 10 Downing street, still in a line, still completely blocking everything behind them and stare at the security outside the Prime Ministers house looking like a kid on Xmas as their Mommy bought them a Barbie, chaos unravels behind them, they remain completely oblivious. I take the moment to break the chain between tourist number 4 and 5 and they look at me in disbelief as if I have broken their world. The mother picks up her children and takes her dash to freedom, and the businessmen pick up the pace for they are free! ...And I am closer to my whiskey!

I could continue but, I can’t waste my fingers on typing more about these completely ignorant and manner less people.

Welcome to London.
~x*Bean*x~: Make my little pony happy.

Saturday, October 4th, 2008

Time:3:09 pm.
Went to Fabric last night........


Valium is my friend.
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Thursday, October 2nd, 2008

Time:1:48 pm.
The way Saul Williams uses words really fascinates me. Most of his lyrics are your (almost, with an edge) typical black American rapper style...but there are some that go a little bit past that, and those are where he really shows his talent...

Im gonna post some of his stuff like I like so I have it all in one place. Maybe someone also likes to read his AMAZINGNESS (wohoo literacy at its best right there).

Whereas, breakbeats have been the missing link connecting the diasporic community to its drum woven past
Whereas the quantised drum has allowed the whirling mathematicians to calculate the ever changing distance between rock and stardom.
Whereas the velocity of the spinning vinyl, cross-faded, spun backwards, and re-released at the same given moment of recorded history , yet at a different moment in time's continuum has allowed history to catch up with the present.

We do hereby declare reality unkempt by the changing standards of dialogue.
Statements, such as, "keep it real", especially when punctuating or
anticipating modes of ultra-violence inflicted psychologically or physically or depicting an unchanging rule of events will hence forth be seen as retro-active and not representative of the individually determined is.

Furthermore, as determined by the collective consciousness of this state of being and the lessened distance between thought patterns and their secular manifestations, the role of men as listening receptacles is to be increased by a number no less than 70 percent of the current enlisted as vocal aggressors.
Studies show that when a given norm is changed in the face of the
unchanging, the remaining contradictions will parallel the truth.

Equate rhyme with reason, Sun with season

Our cyclical relationship to phenomenon has encouraged scholars to erase the centers of periods, thus symbolizing the non-linear character of cause and effect

Reject mediocrity!

Your current frequencies of understanding outweigh that which as been given for you to understand.
The current standard is the equivalent of an adolescent restrictedto the diet of an infant.
The rapidly changing body would acquire dysfunctional and deformative symptoms and could not properly mature on a diet of apple sauce and crushed pears.
Light years are interchangeable with years of living in darkness.
The role of darkness is not to be seen as, or equated with, Ignorance, but with the unknown, and the mysteries of the unseen.

We claim the present as the pre-sent, as the hereafter.
We are unraveling our navels so that we may ingest the sun.
We are not afraid of the darkness, we trust that the moon shall guide us.
We are determining the future at this very moment.
We now know that the heart is the philosophers' stone
Our music is our alchemy
We stand as the manifested equivalent of 3 buckets of water and a hand full of minerals, thus realizing that those very buckets turned upside down supply the percussion factor of forever.
If you must count to keep the beat then count.
Find you mantra and awaken your subconscious.
Curve you circles counterclockwise
Use your cipher to decipher, Coded Language, man made laws.
Climb waterfalls and trees, commune with nature, snakes and bees.
Let your children name themselves and claim themselves as the new day for today we are determined to be the channelers of these changing frequencies into songs, paintings, writings, dance, drama, photography, carpentry, crafts, love, and love.
We enlist every instrument: Acoustic, electronic.
Every so-called race, gender, and sexual preference.
Every per-son as beings of sound to acknowledge their responsibility to uplift the consciousness of the entire fucking World.

I kind of see a little bit of an existentialist attitude there.

-Parts of Coded Language
Truely epic!

And a few other little clips:

I can recite the grass on the hill and memorize the moon
i know the cloud forms of love by heart
and have brought tears to the eye of the storm
and my memory banks walk the forests and amazon river banks
and i scream them into sunsets that echo in earthquakes
shadows have been my spotlight as i monolouge the night
and dialouge with days
soliloquys of wind and breeze
applauded by sunrays

we put language in zoos to observe caged thought
and toss peanuts and p-funk at intellect
and motherfuckers think these are metaphors
i speak what i see
all words and worlds are metaphors of ME
my life was authored by the moon
footprints written in soil
the foutain pen of marshen men
novelling human toil
and yes, the soil speaks highly of me
but earth seeds root me poetry
and read forests forever through resscitation

-FromElohim 1972.

And this is just funny as fuck

I used to hump my pillow at night.
The type of silent prayer to help myself prepare for the light.
Me and my cousin Duce would rank the girls between one and ten
and the highest number got to be my pillows pretend.

-From Black Stacy

And my favourite:

The wind is the moon's imagination wandering. It seeps through cracks, ripples the grass, explores the unknown. My love is my soul's imagination. How do I love you? Imagine.

From the 1998 movie 'Slam' which Saul Williams plays Ray Joshua in.

The end!
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Tuesday, September 30th, 2008

Time:2:00 pm.
Why don't we speak like we write?
Sentences littered with adjectives and descriptive words. ~Even when we tell a story with speech it's colloquial, unspecific and less detailed than a typical story. We don't describe scenes in depth. If I wrote how a general conversation would go with one of my housemates, it would seem unintelligent and dull. Books arent always fantasy, they often mirror real life. But we don't talk like we write? I would never talk like this. It would probably have loads of 'like's thrown in and 'yea's. We don't speak in metaphors and comparisons. We don't use 'techniques' for speech. Do we?
Is it because we don't keep our spoken words saved that they simply pass along with time, undocumented, that they seem less intelligent or well scripted? Or do written words really say more than speech?
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Subject:Stream of conciousness
Time:1:38 pm.
Free writing?
I don't know if I like it as a means to develop a story...it's more of something in itself. I like it as is.


So today we were told to do this 'free writing' on anything that entered our head and just write it...Feeling stupid was the purpose, apparently...
I doubt anyone else in the class has this kind of problems/thought pattern for our lectures ....

Am I bored or just anxious? Do I want to be here or would I rather be in bed? Would I rather be in bed because I want to avoid anxiety or because I'm lazy? No. I do want to be here but it's so difficult. I'm constantly fighting an inward battle with anxiety and panic disorder. Even as I think and write it's still there. Listening is difficult. I want to listen but it sometimes becomes impossible as my focus isn't on listening it's on thinking. Or trying to avoid thinking. Because thinking worsens anxiety and invokes panic. I'm thinking about why I'm feeling anxious worried I'm going to panic. I'm worrying what people would think if I did panic. They'd think I'm a freak right? I worry people can tell i'm anxious. I don't even know why i'm anxious, I just am. Can they tell? What do they think? I'm still trying to listen and think, and get rid of the anxiety and panic at the same time. Do I need to get up? Do I need to leave the room? If I leave the room everyone will look and wonder what I'm doing. But if I stay here I might panic, then that will be worse. What if I leave, shall I leave. NO, I can't leave. Just stay here. Breath normally. Stop thinking. Hand movements. If she opens her mouth one more time i'm going to tell her to shut the fuck up. Completely irrelevent. There's no drilling today, the man in the skull top. I like skulls. Why? Do I like death? No? I wish I had the ability to lose myself in something so completely that nothing else mattered anymore. That's what heroins for right? NO thanks. It's totally psychological, the more I think of it the worse it gets, the worse it gets the more I try to stop thinking but the more you try to stop thinking, the more you CANT stop and then it gets worse. Blah, a vicious cycle.
Don't make me talk in front of everyone. I don't like talking. I like listening. I hate feeling like I might be expected to talk and have an opinion. I certainly have one, but I don't feel it necessary to tell everyone and have them judge me upon it. I listen and develop my own. Don't ask me to talk. I'll talk when I want.

...............and yeah that's what goes through my head in about 10 minutes of my lecture...my lecture is 3 hours long..

I don't know why i'm documenting my course shit online. It's nice to have it in front of me where I can read it easily, without all my notes scribbled all over it.
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Thursday, September 25th, 2008

Time:2:17 pm.
So, I've just started a degree in Creative writing and have been ordered to 'Keep a journal, keep a notebook, write EVERY day'! which of course seems logical being a writing course and all...So here I am...my er, old friend LJ.

Even as I write this I don't know if I should be doing this course. I'm hardly a writer. I could be, but I just don't really put enough effort in and it's not really my 'passion' so to speak. Everyone in the class has their forte whether it be poetry, script writing or short stories. I don't have a category, or a preference. But I do have ideas..it's just how to convey them which slaps me in the face...
We had to write about ourselves through a piece of clothing today. As in, what was our favourite piece of clothing and how we expressed ourselves via it. I was ....well, i just could not believe some of the peoples writing. It was just amazing. Littered with descriptive words I can't even use in the correct context, painting images of technicolor with words. WTF. How do they do it.. I hope I learn.

We had to write, this 'lifestory' in 4 chapters,below age 10, teen years 13+, present and future, all using a peice of clothing to describe ourselves of that time. We had 5 minutes for each, btw.
Heres mine:

Age 7
My pink jelly shoes.
I couldn't go out in summer without them. I wore them in the park, the paddling pool, even the bath. They were my play shoes, my shopping shoes, my walking the dog shoes, even my slippers. When they broke my life ended and finding more was a neverending quest i'm sure my mother really enjoyed...I must NOT have blue ones, or white ones, and they MUST be the same shape as before, just the same. It took weeks but we found them, in pink, of course. They still sit in my cupboard at home, in their childish size 10 glory..If only I had size 10 feet....

Age 13
My dirty, disgusting Nirvana hoody. How I cringe to think of it now. It bore a great significance back then...It WAS me, wearing it defined me. I felt it completely necessary to set myself apart from the mainstream. It told everyone 'Hey I listen to Nirvana not Britney Spears'. A must have. A lesser developed expression of self. VIA a band?... I can certainly think of far better options now....

There's something about the 1950's style and era that simply screams elegance and culture, a certain air of finery that surrounds the fashion itself that can be replicated, to an extent, in the present time. That really appeals to me. I couldn't be without my collection of 1950's style swing dresses. There is nothing better than dressing up for the evening and becoming a representation of pure 1950's glamour, darling.

At 50 i'll still be nowhere without my trusted bottle of hair dye. Which i'm sure will be of more dire necessity with the inherent, unavoidable invasion of grey hairs. I hope I haven't turned into my mother, dear God I really hope not. I'd certainly hope I've aged gracefully, wearing a cardigan and pearls, still mirroring the classic 1950's look. I imagine myself sitting in front of my window, which is the entire wall, looking out at the beauty and or destruction(who knows) that is London whilst writing or reading, or drinking with friends. Whichever the plan is for that day.

Other peoples were far better.
Writing about their dillusions of grandeur or their transformations into Spiderman...
Mine is pretty dull imo.
I have to develop my ideas more, get out of the box?
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Thursday, October 26th, 2006

Time:12:28 pm.
Mood: energetic.
YAaaaaaaaaaaaay my lip is pierceeeeeeeeeed. IT HURTS. the ring is too big. i dribble when i drink. I can't eat properly. but yay :) :S..

LOOK this is disgusting xD

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ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, yum..something!
It was fun. I can't wait to change the ring, ugh so massive and ugly! My flatmate was like EWW WHATS THAT ITS HUGE!! I can't help it and I can't speak properly... I have Japanese class in an hour aha, that's gonnna be fun........

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Wednesday, October 25th, 2006

Time:11:33 am.
Mood: busy.

OK, not a year but almost. Omg so much has changed !

I moved to Oxford! I don't think anyone reads this anyway..........but oh well!
Yeah, I moved to Oxford to go to Oxford Brookes uni, JAPANESE IS SO FUN! We have learned SO much and I've only been here for 6 weeks. Kumiko is ccccccrazy sensei she jumps around waving her arms about shouting SUMIMASENNNNNNN!!! hehehe, I like it. I know hiragana and katakana almost perfectly now, and a few kanji BUT KANJI IS ANNOYING. I don't like kanji ToT.........

Hmmm I was speaking to some 4th year students who just got back from Japan for a year and they said they were suprised how little they understood cos they knew little vocabulary even though they had been learning Japanese for 3 years! aahh! I'm really scared but excited about moving there, I HOPE I get to go to Tokyo university and they don't stick me somewhere like.......quiet xD haha. No, I will get in there...must studdddddddy! benkyoshimasu! lol

Oxford is sOOOO different to London. It's like ONE place in London is the whole of Oxford, say....Finchley, yeah. The whole of Oxford town is liek the size of Finchely. ONE place in London. SOOO tiny. There's a few nice places though, I like it. ITS REALLY SLOW though, takes ages to get to where you need to be and my flat is stuck in the middle of nowhere between Cowley and Blackbird Leys....The nearest shopping place is like 40minutes walk away and walking to uni takes about 40minutes aswell.

fnerrr I have linguistics seminar in an hour I have to leave in half hour, it's so boring. Today we are analysing a political text for 'maxim floutation and performative speech acts' DULLLLLLLLLLLLLL. I might not go actually, we have a substitute teacher who is just going to do that all lesson. No, I'm not gonna go. NO I NEED TO GO. Ugh. I'll go to the next one, when the proper teacher comes back.
UGH I wish I could just do Japanese, not stupid English and Linguistics aswell cos it's so boring! I only like doing Japanese, don't like anything else but noooo I can't just have a single degree in Japanese apparently :( Well, if I was only doing that I'd only have 4 hours of lessons a week! I have 8 with English..Well it's supposed to be 10 but I don't like human communication so I don't go. ha.

HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM I have lots of work to do I can either go to boring seminar and not learn anything or I can stay here and do lots of work and understand it. Yes I think i'll do that! Then go to the gym, yes. Then go to the gloc. yeeeeeeeeees. I shouldn't drink really. I keep getting drunk on like 4 drinks it's bad!....embarassing aswell

OOOH tomorrow i'm going to get my lip pierced....maybe twice. I want my centre and side, hmm. I really want my tongue pierced aswell but I'm scared!

I KEEP SMOKING. Since coming here I smoke nearly every day, about 3 a day. It's bad!

Does anyone speak Japanese and wants to help me :(? I need someone to practise with too. Its annoying tho, i can't type in Japanese on my laptop >_< gah
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Saturday, October 22nd, 2005

Time:2:43 am.
Note to self: Write English essays at this time in future.
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Time:2:40 am.
At 3am on Friday evenings I am usually found sitting in front of a dated desktop PC with a numb bum and lots to say but nobody to say it to. Just looking at that long unpunctuated sentence makes me feel a tad nauseous. Why do I only ever feel like this in the middle of the night?
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Monday, October 3rd, 2005

Time:2:53 pm.
Mood: okay.

I am soo pessimistic heh.

Lack of sleeep did it see. Attempting to be optimistic.....I probably will get into uni, I am only one grade off.. I can easily make it up...I hope

I'm not so angry anymore. I slept for 13 hours >_<

I still have a cold but....that's nothing.

My friend is out of hospital and OK.

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Sunday, October 2nd, 2005

Time:12:30 pm.
1.Open up the music player on your computer.
2. Set it to play your entire music collection.
3. Hit the shuffle command.
4. Tell us the title of the next ten songs that show up (with their musicians), no matter how embarrassing. That's right, no skipping that Carpenters tune that will totally destroy your hip credibility. It's time for total musical honesty. Write it up in your blog or journal and link back to at least a couple of the other sites where you saw this.
5. If you get the same artist twice, you may skip the second (or third, or etc.) occurrences. You don't have to, but since randomness could mean you end up with a list of ten song with five artists, you can if you'd like.

1. Anata - Built on Sand.
2. Ayria - Debris (chipset remix by code64)
3. Genitorturers - Velvet Dreams
4. Dieselboy - 6 Million ways to die
5. Talvin Singh's Breezeblock
6. Chicks on speed - Song for a future generation
7. Kittie - Pink Lemonade
8. Alice in Videoland - Going Down
9. Peaches - Cum undun
10. Plump DJs - No way.
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Time:4:03 am.
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Time:4:02 am.
Mood: crushed.
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Wednesday, September 21st, 2005

Time:6:45 pm.
Omg, Iris.


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Monday, September 12th, 2005

Time:9:32 pm.
Mood: contemplative.
Today i'm going to write about a few things which have been on my mind lately.

Japanese films with English dubs. NO. JUST NO. DO NOT DO IT YOU LAZY FUCKS. Just read it. It was made in Japanese. It's not meant to be watched with some shitty American accent, it's a JAPANESE film, not an American one. This was brought to my attention a few weeks ago when some people decided they just HAD to watch Akira in English. I got extremely pissed off. It's just plain lazy. The film was ruined.

I could rant more but..nah.
Just....don't watch Japanese films in English.

Second thing.

I miss old times.
I had a memory flashy type thing of a time in Amie's room when we were in year 10 or 11, all us girls all went there, ate pizza and watched Edward Scissorhands and cried about him not being able to eat the pea. Then danced and held hands whilst singing to Jack Off Jill. It was the best time EVER!! I love times like that...Just chiling out. It never happens anymore, always at pubs and stuff. I can't remember the last time we all just got together for the evening and talked and ate take out and watched movies with wine and stuff...it must have been over a year ago. But yeah...I just got really sad thinking that it will never be like that again. We aren't the same people anymore, and we couldn't all be together like that ever again :( *cries*

*Enjoys talking to herself* :D

Willy Wonka: Even with Johnny Depp it doesn't come close to the original. EVEN with the pink fluffy candy floss sheeps!

And some more pictures of my babies :) (Changed their names tooooo.)

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Fatty+Tinker (Okay her name isn't Fatty, it's Bambi....but still..she's huuuuge)
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Thursday, May 26th, 2005

Time:10:48 pm.
Mood: calm.
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My paint skills :D oo ya:D

I decided that from now on, my journal is going to be friends only.. because I want it to be..
So, if you want to see my silly nonsense and random pictures, then comment to be added pleaseeness ^_^

And there is like..a lot of people on my friends list who I don't know who you are!
So, umm.. tell me? Pleaseyy


XxxxxXxxxxX <3
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Wednesday, May 25th, 2005

Time:9:04 pm.
Mood: bouncy.
I finallyfinally got my hair extensions after evil bleach completely fried my hair...next stop? Brown. Not that there is anything wrong with brown atall, it just doesn't suit me. WELlll not thinking about that for another 2 months because I have lush extensions :D:D

Before and afterness:
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It looks fake though.......and it's bumpy a bit......But I can't complain for £100altogether!

I should be revising for psychology but I cannnnn't :'(

*runs round in circles*
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