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Ohayo and hajimemashite.
heart Yes, yes, sadly I'm another one of those Japanese-wannabes. Can you blame me? It's such a wonderfully flowing and exquisite language. Every time my friends speak in Japanese my legs grow weak with envy. T
crying T And each time I tell myself to pick up classes during winter break. And each time I look into that conspicuous hole in my pocket and sigh.
Wow. That sure is a lot of 'each times'.
Besides bemoaning the fact that I wasn't born Japanese, I love food. But he who generalises is a fool. That's why I shall specifically state that I hate bittergourds and eggplant and black beans. All, you might have noticed, are veggies. ;3 So sue me.
O_O Look at all the rubbish I'm dumping into this poor little section! *ahem*
I am like a cat. (Or would like to think that I am) I'm lazy, and have on many occasions bitten the hands that have fed me (i.e. parents, but hey, who hasn't?
biggrin ). I love playing with fish, and eating them as well. A cuddle now and then wouldn't hurt, and I am (weirdly) attracted to balls of yarn, especially those soft and fuzzy ones that poof up all around. Sometimes I need time alone to prowl the streets and roll in chocolate when no one's looking, but most times I'm up for a chat, even a latte or some Kickapoo.
J-pop gets me high. So does TANK. And all the other music I've listed down there. Do I have any security blankets, you ask? Hohoho, I have 3. My bolster (given to me when I was 8, passed down from grandma), my music and my sketchbook. Yes, so even if I won an Oscar trophy or had the Mona Lisa stowed somewhere in the recesses of my room, these are the few things I'd rescue from a fire.
Well, I can't spend this whole entire section glorifying myself, can I?
^~^
Psssst. I procrastinate alot.
Ooooh, it's midnight, I have to go!
*dong* *dong* *dong*
*drops a glass slipper*
My life's philosophy:
船到桥边自然直。
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