Thank you for the music

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Friday, 29 February 2008

I think we're all degenerating into bipolar blobs of spastic-ness in black, white and green. (:

And whippi, our dearest monkey with a fetish for alliterative animals, wants a purple octopus. -___- And cause we don't deny annoying apes anything, I found one for her.

See. It's delightfully grouchy. It even LOOKS like whippi. Grins rather evilly.

On a side note, melmel says: 'none of you go out with your class you hear' for the thursday play. Let's all shove her into a cupboard and spam the WO AI NI rat song in her ear for an hour for prosperity's sake.

Btw there's actually a cd called: "Windflowers: The Songs of Jerome Moross". I cough and look at bel and whippi pointedly.

Lichen was reightarded

Wednesday, 27 February 2008

hello reightards i say rather cheerfully.

WHO IS GOING BLACK COMEDY LIGHT TRAGEDY ON THURSDAY. I DEMAND. if we all are we can meet up for dinner before joining our classes.

reightards outing.

gives out chocolate.

stay happy dudes.

meln was reightarded

Monday, 25 February 2008

HELLO ALL YOU DARLINGS~

Okay we all know today has been exceedingly depressing for most of us, what with lecture tests and all (btw I stay faithful to my belief that lecture tests are undoubtedly made of copious amounts of agony, depression and everything vile), but look on the bright side. WE GOT THROUGH TODAY.

4 more days to go till the end of the week. (:

Someone teach me how to play the guitar quick. I need to play something that doesn't make too much noise to relieve stress.

OR. I propose a reightards outing. To like a kickboxing place. You know, those shady places where they provide you with gloves and helmets and those bolster (bloster!) lookalike things and you paste erm the faces of people who slapped girls in primary school/people who shattered our Iago fantasy into a thousand little glittering pieces with damdamdam and then squirted water onto them. And we'll engage in our manly pursuits and all grow muscles hurrah.

And for whippi:

To talk to her and bite all the people she don't like. (:

Lichen was reightarded

Thursday, 14 February 2008

I don't know why I felt like typing in French. Here is a translation so kindly.

"I wear my heart on my sleeve.
Happy Valentine's Day!
I miss you all lots.
Why am I writing in French? I don't know, but I love you guys."

Labels: ecards

Mary L was reightarded