Who we are
She runs.
She runs faster that she ever has, and she runs further than she has ever done. She paid no heed to her shoes giving up against the ground, being sent flying from the soles of her feet and she ignored the pain as she ran over rocks and the glass on the street.
She has to run. She must run.
But she's not running hard enough.
Korean galore?!
Oh my god. It's finally happened. I've started watching Korean dramas! *cries* All thanks to my mom.
But hey, I'm looking at it a different way. The one I'm watching interests me well because of all the politics and major backstabbing, so there's not much room for romance. Woot.
But the one my mom's watching now, Slave Hunter, makes me a bit queasy. Which is a good thing, because my senses are still holding on!
One step closer
Tomorrow another little meeting! Fingers cross, and I'm going to bring along my HDD, if not my laptop too. But then again, I'll need a laptop bag, which I don't have at all. Well, I do have it, but not with me. Um... not entirely sure where it is.
Ah poo. All in all, my fingers are crossed.
From zero to… ZOMG I HAVE NO TIME FOR MYSELF!
It’s amazingly weird. I’ve gone from a state of bum-hood (Lazing around the house) to frantic oh-my-god I’ve gotta do this project and that project and here and there and arrgghhh!
Which is actually not that bad, but I’m kinda feeling like I’m on the brink of falling into the fathoms of hell. Fathom. However you spell that, which I can’t.
Summary? I’m breeding a new pair of bettas, taking care of the lil ones which are not so little any mone (they’ve grown up so… slow ><), going through hamster duty, taking care of several injured fishes (why are they all trying to KILL each other?!), downloading the entire season of Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood, doing some actual paying projects (money! WHEE!), practising on some layouts to impress would-be employers, sending out CVs to potential jobs, looking around to do some online courses, and that’s just the tip of the ice berg.
Holy hell. What have I gotten myself into?
Parting is such sweet sorrow
Ah, the use of such cliche words is… cliche.
But yes! It seems like both Baileys and Creme are getting to the point of throwing each other out of the cage. Bailey has her belly covered with small cuts, so I’ve seperated them into different cages.
Well, more like Bailey gets the cool cage with the awesome toys, like the wheel of DOOOOM, the little shack and a funkified bridge thing. But don’t feel sorry for Creme just yet! The lil’ gal loves to dig, so I’ve put her into the dome cage and filled it with wood shavings, so she’s tunnelling everywhere.
Now if she can only stop falling into her water bowl, then things would be a ok ><