Convent Girl is Shi Lin's (aka Shi-chan
or the Syaoran no Miko) pita. New
layouts almost always give her a
p.i.t.a, yes, but she manages somehow. XP

Shi Lin:
a) lives in Singapore
b) really IS a convent girl, go figure. :p
c) was born on 22/07 (prezzie? <3)
d) likes 70s-80s, new age, metal, alternative and J-rock
e) thinks Britney Spears and her fellow poppers should be hurled off a cliff
f) hearts bishies, be they shonen
or seinen, m/m, writing, NP, canoes,
guns and cool tints
g) turns white whenever she sees
flying bugs bigger than her thumb -_-v
e) gives thanks for a whole day if she passes Physics or Maths
h) is older than SOME people think
she is. XD

Talk to her:
inbox - featherfur@hotmail.com
IM: Meep2Mop

Pages:
cerulean # evergreen # ynoh

Archives

Kyoudai-tachi:
Oneesama I -- Pensieve
Oneesama II -- Tegretol Dreams
Neesama -- Kelemenopy
Niichan -- Ecchi Pitas
Tin-onee -- The Pillow Book
Sakki-neechan -- Disintegration
Erin-neechama -- Kyoko
Mei-chan -- Sasayaku
Jin -- Doushitano?!
Kix -- kaijuu ga iru
that damn duck
Samantha -- Kaoru Camui

The Funkay Ones:
Mika-chan -- Aqua Stranger
Charlene-chama -- Spinel
Pei Yi -- On The Edge
Selene-chan -- Standard Deviation
Yin -- Frazzled
Nat-chan -- Kagami
Meia-san -- onedimensional
Jae-san -- a land of water sugar
WhiteCat -- which way is up?
Talya-san -- Firedancer's Handbasket
N-san -- Velvetpaws
Sabina-sama -- Nikutai no Yume Blog
Val-san -- 12 o' clock in Chinatown
Frank-san -- Spent Casings
Gwynne -- Randomosities
Adeline-san -- Applesauce
Jen-san -- Twisted
Aithine-san -- Aithine's Digressions
Alexandra -- Starlighter
Aine-san -- Green Tea Ice Cream
Nin-chan -- Betsuni
Yun-tachi -- Hoshi Akari
Aki -- Flower Candy
Suika -- case of missing teeth&toothbrush

Good Stuff:
The Bish Diaries: guys * gals
sissify.org
Yami no Matsuei log
theonion.com
sekai seifuku
HTML Goodies Colour Codes

pitas.com -- hold those ofuda! ^_^

# september 16, 2001 #
np: No Ordinary Love -- Sade

[ _ [ : *snuffles vaguely*

Well...heh. I feel loved. To everyone who showed concern about Sharon, you KNOW who you dears are, thanks and hugs. Ima no atashi, amari heiki ja nai kedo, mou daijoubu yo. (and Meia? I want konnyaku jelly. *shiku*)

I would have been, as my ancestors put it, ming2 zhe2 bao3 shen1 (shutting up to prevent sticking feet into mouth, in other words), but I will say very frankly now that I'm sick of this. 'Taint nuthin but personal feelings, you mind, and any moron who tries flaming me will have an effigy with your email drowned in hydrochloric acid. Are you heartless because you don't weep and mourn and dress in black and light candles? There are *some* hurts that don't bear physical expression. Dammit, you *bimbos*, is it so WRONG if I don't CRY? I'm not your usual weepy adolescent girl, okay? I have DIGNITY, no matter how screwed my perception of that word may be. I do NOT enjoy breaking down in front of a bunch of people who don't give shit about how I'm really feeling and expect them to sympathise. I do NOT make a habit of sitting and staring melancholically into space thinking of what I lost. I have cable and I get five channels screaming about the bombs and showing me footage of the planes crashing into the towers, like, every day, since Oyaji and Niichan are following this like bloodhounds. The papers and the occasional webarticle are all I'm touching now, and I'm just wondering, how long before all this becomes nothing more than a shadow of the past, before the people around me go back to normal lives and worry about normal things? Not too long, I hope, though I have a vague idea of how too freaking idealistic I am. I suppose it would be rhetorical to say that the mere mention of a war between Islam and the West scares me absopositivefuckly SHITLESS. (hugs all of kyoudai-tachi esp. esp. sakki-neechan) I don't think I've told you yet how glad I am you're physically safe.

I don't want to talk about the blondheads up at the Singapore American School who were glaring at Fahd when I went to the library with him the other day, regardless of the fact that they didn't even know Fahd's brown skin housed a Christian convert. I don't want to talk about how Ken has a black eye from fighting with some of his schoolmates cos they thought he was descended from some kamikaze. (after all, Pearl Harbour II! could'ave been those stinkin' Japs, couldn't it?), OR the frops in class who were worried about nothing except whether N'Sync and Josh Hartnett were in the NY area, for the only reason that I'd end up throwing somethings sharp and heavy, if only in my mind.

ANYWAY. 

Jap oral yesterday sucked worse than a babe eating cotton candy. Kaiwa was so Not Happy. >_> Tan-sensei was looking at me all funny when I told him I liked male teachers to be 'kind and gentle'. *o_o's at self* At least I've organised all my files and I am going to Start Mugging today after logoff. Damn, and I wonder why I always want to fic when exams are nearing.

tsuzuki deflowered a sakura tree at 11:37 a.m.