mmmmm.

casually worn formal wear.

and that is all i shall say.

一ばん 好きな DOLLHOUSE.

I have nothing to blog about.
so why not blog about nothing?

well, physically they are nothing.
digitally they are amazing~!
i'mma tell you about my favourite sim family. *cue eye roll*
I know i know. it's pretty lame. BUT TOO BAD







left to right:
Reiko, Tegoshi,
Ryota and Kaylynn.
i love them. xD




it started with wee ryota.
well actually he wasn't wee. xD
he was an adult made in CAS (Create-a-Sim, for those unknowning.)
Aries, likes blondes and is pleasure inclined (AS IN FUN, NOT SECKS!)
he was the first sim i planned on throwing into an apartment.
I chose a small, beginner place to start, 3 rooms, lounge+dining+kitchen/bathroom/bedroom,
and chose him a suitable flatmate (who's name escapes me atm ._.;)


checking his wants, he felt like going into a career of dance.
so i quickly chucked a ballet bar in the hallway and got him to work.
he absolutely loved the music&dance hobby, and on his first day as an aerobics instructor, he got promoted a backup dancer.

his so called "jock" of a flatmate also took a liking to the ballet bar,
often playing on it when ryota needed to warm up, and ryota needed his music&dance fix.
he wanted to get a violin... and so he got a violin.
picked it up and produced beautiful, beautiful music ;-;
after a bit of practise, of course. xD

the link of music&dance brought the two together, and to this day they are still the best of friends. BFF's, even. xD
ryota's job needed friends to get promoted, right? so, why not befriend the landlord?
a nice cut in rent would come along with it ;)
...
*facepalm*
BAD IDEA. you see, the landlord is about 30 years older than him, balding, and... blond.
ryota and the landlord ending up getting a mutual crush T__T
they didn't kiss,
they didn't even hug romantically!
they danced together, when i was trying out the new social interactions.
Dance - Classic.
T_____________T
little pink love hearts rose, and my own just dropped.
i sent ryota to bed for that. xD
i'm sorry, but this sim is having a blood line.

i decided it was time to try start that line.

ryota didn't really know his neighbours, and again his job needed friends for a promotion.
i sent him to the apartment shared hot tub for some good ol' socialising, and maybe a bit more ;D
right beside him was a beauty. the kind of one you would want to continue your prettacy with.
she wasn't the usual "first default sim face" kind that you always chose in CAS (which i didn't with ryota. he was tweaked ^_^)

tbc

;-;

i'm sorry to announce...

but...

my fridge... it failed. about 6 or 7 hours ago, my fridge failed.
it does not cool.
but the freezer section goes flat stick.
._.

we can revive it, but not yet.

I think my fridge is broken.

for like a week now, the water's failed to work T_T

and i put my cup under the ice dispenser to have it churn and growl at me loudly.
then, it spat out one single ice cube.

i don't think that's healthy.

leet.

ahahaha. it's the amount of views my channel got this week.
1337 =D

i'm actually SO proud.
of all numbers it coulda been,
it's not one digit off.

*sigh*

:) .

I've lost my ability to think.



It's somewhat blissful...

a better blog.

http://i-wish-i-could-be-as-cool-as-you.blogspot.com

go to it now k thnx.

it's like, a REAL ACTUAL blog!
not a pansy "i feel like this" blog! xDDDD

not that they are bad. but gotta plug alana's blog, it's like a diary, CLASSIC!
reminds me of milk bars.

http://i-wish-i-could-be-as-cool-as-you.blogspot.com

x33.

You know what i love?

male singing voices.
sexy male singing voices.

you know what's the best kind?
when they do that "uahh~" when finishing a note.
like, they are moaning in bed. xD

you know, those orgasm-infused songs
that are really quite
<3. mm. *listens more*
my blogs are getting less personal...
._.;;

Gaki-san.

I absolutely love Risa Niigaki.
She's wonderful.

her voice is so full.
it's... satisfying in a way * . *
especially in the lower notes.
one of the most distinct in Morning Musume.


I didn't like her so much at first
but she grew on me.

lots of good things should grow on you.


She made me love this song:




she sung it shortly after hearing news of the death in hospital of one of her dearest fans, and dedicated it to him ;-;

she's also one of the best Momusu vlogger's!



:3

*bites lip*

oh, that's amazing.

within a day, i bet Skirt, Hirari and Bokura no Love Story *fangirl moment* will surpass my measely 97 hits on that other piece of crap I have on my youtube. xD

dear world.

i am completely and utterly in (fangirlish) love with these two.



Eiji Wentz and Teppei Koike.

that is all.

huh.

why is it
that when people are wearing helmets and not on a bicycle
they look a wee bit special?

i want to walk around town like that someday.

sorry, sorry~

i've been too focused on visual creativity to focus any of it on writing.
does anyone else find people that they would be happy with just staring at forever?
it's so dangerous.

what makes things so pleasing to the eye?
it's such a mystery, you know?
what is it that makes beautiful people, beautiful?

i wonder how long they spend, watching themselves in the mirror.
i know if i were one, i wouldn't leave it xD

*sigh*

Miss Pickett.

She's quite lovely, you know.

she wrote a blog about me!
it would only be polite to reurn the favour. ^_^

we talk into late hours of the night like right now,
keeping me up! *shakes fist*
xD kidding. i couldn't sleep anyway.

we are each others pillars!

We get into similar trouble.
The kind you aren't looking for;
the kind that sneaks up and bites you for something long ago.
black sheep of the family, unite!

boy... this blog is dull next to hers.
but then again, she's pretty pro at this thing.

she calls me amby. =3

what a bad way to finish. so incomplete xD
i blame my writers block.

i love you bitty!

continuing to defy the blog title.

my neck hurts. ;-;

i've lost my will to elaborate.
*shrug*
it'll come back.
i just something.
something other than my straight out thoughts.

i need to construct this.

another slab... erm, chip, of nonsense.

i am very upset.

my Kanjani8 video will not convert onto my mp4.
it says it's not compatible.
yet it says it in AVI.

at least i found Halcali through all of this.



so campy, i LOVE it!

*quiet look*

... i sense a disturbance in the force...


also, i need to stop caring so much, it's really none of my business.
none at all. yet i find the need for it to be.
i crave helping others.
but more often than not, i ruin it.
i'm missing something.

Euphoria.

Earlier today, I was dreaming about things to happen next year,
the production, which I am going to have a part in,
the new Japanese teacher (!! x3)
the cafe~
possible new people, and the leaving of others I'd like to see off,
finding out my new classes,

coming back as Year 12s.
I've said this before, maybe not on my blog,
but year 12 is the height of highschool.
11's are really fresh, a bit clumsy with the system,
13's are sagely and priming to leave,
but 12's... *sigh*

but then again...
there's that new 5 period a day system.
and that means, obviously you don't get every period a day.
I'm not even taking Japanese next year (well, it's unlikely at this point)
and I'm going to miss P.E, really.

*shoves away*

BUT
I am no longer afraid. In fact, I'm quite looking forward to it~!
I'm excited, I can't wait till it starts again,
I'm missing people.

and Mrs Shaw is leaving. =D



this is a mention of Brit.

The unrhyming couplet post.

Wiki ThePPN is down again. ;-;
I love that site, so, so much. *sigh*


I'm too sad to write about it.
So I will tell you this.

I just, clicked on my profile, Profile Views. 69.
SO WHAT I've been conditioned to find that funny.


*grimace*
I need more milk. ._.

EDIT:
AWH MAH JESUS. I just went out to grab myself a glass of 2% (x3)
in the dark, because I'm stupid and like the feeling of sneaking around
and I walked right into a dining chair and got one of the bigger frights of my life.
Even more than when I walk into the dog, because I can sense that.
This was completely unexpected.

Hello, class...

An angel came to my door today. I got a text this morning,
amu~chan u ther? i need 2 drop sumthn off 4 u.. chek ur cell quick or itl be lyk thos random no warnin visits u hate!
I rushed get visitor ready, and opened the door once I heard the burgler/visitor alarm go off. I saw her walk up in her Woolworths uniform, with a bottle of white gold grasped in her right hand. I gasped, just a little.

Let me explain.

Today I am going to talk to you about 2% milk. You know, the black top milk. Maybe you don't know, it's highly underrated, which is a shame. But I suppose, more for me. ^___^

I myself have never been much of a milk fan. I've been put off my it's mouthfeel, for years I had only tasted whole and drank it only with powder additives. But, early 2006, we came across a predicament. A rent house. Hate to say it, but I'm actually a high maintenance person. I had trouble adjusting to being one of those non-own-home people. It was a small place, too, and for the first few nights I had to sleep on the floor. No internet, but my computer came in after a while ^_^

I was having a down day about living in this unwelcoming place, and I was thirsty. I went to the fridge, and there was absolutely nothing to drink in there, except this weird kind of milk. Black bottle, I had never seen it before. As I said before, I'm not big on milk. I reluctantly brought it out, and slowly picked out a glass from the mini rack. I poured a small amount into the glass, and sculled it back. It was like heaven flowed out into my tastebuds. I couldn't believe myself.

I liked this milk? Milk?! I don't like milk! But this majestic... 2% stuff was the best thing I had ever had the privilege to taste. The highlight of my existence. The re-appearance of the black top milk let me live day by day with a smile... until we moved. It has been almost 3 years since I last felt the silkiness of 2% in my mouth. Other than today.






*sip*
Haaa~

I'm a happy camper.

T_T

Wow, this blog went down the shitter quickly.
One day! One bloody day, and now I deem it sucky.
Maybe I could fix this.
I've been able to keep twitter going. Maybe now this?
....
time to get out the anonymuse.

i'm scared of using that...


xD you of all people! incredibly amusing to text. it surprised me a little, but then again i should have expected it.

i miss the old you sometimes. we were more alike then. i preferred that you, but you probably don't.

i wish you would get the hint, cuz it's killing me.
and i wish you would stop that. it's mean! it's close to literally heartbreaking.

you scare me to talk to sometimes, you know? you're high up there, and i become afraid. it's stupid.

you're taking me too seriously. xD but i guess that's hard to gauge with me.

i'm gunna miss classes with you. so dearly.
and you
and you.
and YOU. ;-;

YOU are hard to gauge. i should know you by now. well i guess i do but i hate it when you do that.

stop thinking I don't love you xD

it'll be okay, yes? i'm sorry. i'm so terribly sorry. but you know that. and it'll pass. right?

i can trust you with anything. i love that. i love you. but i know things are likely to change. i don't want that... i'll try hard to keep it how it is!

my favourite things about you haven't changed from the start. thank you.

doesn't it feel funny, we were terrible enemies not so long ago a fair time in the past? i'm grateful we were seated together that day.

you are so underrated. you have to go through this with me! okay?

spontaneous addition:
ZOMG you are so awesomely cute xDDD how did i not notice you for so long!


Woah. o.o
I think of lots of people! My mind loves to go on long walks on the beach at sunset, it seems. Gives it time to think.

Reflections.

One two followers. That's enough for me. :D

*burnt my lip on a spring roll* ;-;

I think it's time for a serious post. Somebody get me the serious cat macro, QUICK!
AND SOME ICE!

Mirrors. I find my self drawn to them relentlessly. I could spend and ruin a lifetime just staring, like young Narcissus did. But I don't find myself anything near gorgeous. And yet, I stare. I stare and stare and stare, wasting time, hour upon hour (maybe not that much) just looking. Maybe, it's because it looks right back. I don't feel the urge to avert my eyes, which I sometimes do with people.

Other people have noticed it too. I'll have an intense conversation with them, staring at myself in the mirror. I'll stop for a good 5 minutes in the bathroom, when I should be getting ready for school, making me run late. Maybe just to assure myself I'm here. Maybe to check nothing notable has changed.

I think I perceive things differently. I can look at myself in a mirror nonstop, but I can't stand looking at photos of me. They're horrible. They're ALL horrible. -

*just realised I still have this up*
too tired to continue.

Nn, douzo.

How my 13 year old self viewed creative writing in literal and imageretic sense. If you can't think of something to write about, write about writing itself. xD stupid poetry. I never thought myself as much as a painter of words back then, I never reckoned I was any good at English. It's a hard subject to gauge, like art. Many different ways of expressing yourself throughout a very similar medium, but it's definitely not a scale right-or-wrong factor.

GET ON WITH IT AMBER! DDD<
words,
flowing through my fingers
like a glistening stream
trickling through my hands
to my fingertips
to the paper.
Dark blue lines,
circles and curves
with so much depth
and meaning to those
who understand.
Thoughts swirling through
my mind
drifting about aimlessly,
waiting for a use.
Suddenly one sparks,
and sets alight muses
which surround it;
Flickering brightly
for a moment,
they disappear
and mould together
to form an idea
that drips down
onto the clean,
white paper
in front
of me
.

It was supposed to look like a river, okay. xD


IT WON'T SHOW THE SPACING! FOOL!

I don't like it when it's empty!

Let's view some of the texts I sent out, last night!
You don't get a choice, cuz that's what I'm writing.
That is, you don't get a choice if you don't exit out of the blog..


2:39 am;
Mark: POOS AND WEES

2:43 am;
Andrew: Hey mum can you go put the dog away he's barking like a tree zzz

2:47 am;
Neville: Can you buy some more 2% milk while you're out nev, i just spilt the new carton on the dog

2:49 am;
Liam: Filthy mallard.

2:56 am;
Todd: Hey it's kathy here, can you pick up you father's brand of adult diapers at the supermarket, we've had a bit of an accident and i forgot we ran out
(that day on the bus... orginal inspiration for these...)

3:00 am;
Jo-Ellen: Jo, i have a confession. Your nan's a gilf

3:04 am;
Katie: Vegemite, vegemite, yummy morning noon and night, eat it for breakfast, lunch and tea, vegemite's for you and me

3:12 am;
Annah: We're soaring, flying, there's not a star in heaven that we can't reach, if we try, yeah we're breaking free. You know the world can see us, in a way that's dif

3:18 am;
Timm (double m, not the other one): Remember to slip, slop, slap and wrap, and keep safe this summer. This has been an advertisement from the Invercargill licencing trust

3:23 am;
Matt: You are: the colour yellow! you are happy and bright, and are fun to be around. Your optimism is infectious. To take this test again, Click Here

3:30 am;
Brit: Jubes, jaffas, jelly planes. Fruit bursts, pineapple lumps and smarties. Chocolate covered raisins, peanuts, almonds,
Snakes, where's the ladders? I'm hungry.

3:33 am;
Atrayl: Oh... oh that's unfortunate. Would you like to buy some of our new man pills? 3 extra inches guaranteed, and your woman will love you for life. Try them today!

3:41 am;
Georgia:
G rape
E gg
O range
R adish
G oatcheese
I ngham's chicken
A SS

3:59 am;
Matt (reprise): oh hai! Are you hungry? Cuz i have a piping hot bowl of STFU here for you! *spills on lap* AHA, BURN! ..it's cold? Sorry sir, i'll get a new one right away ._.;;

4:05 am;
Cam (random ex of friend): Nah, i reckon the indian one is hotter than the police one. Although, i like the look of the handlebar moustache and yummy leather if we're being honest here...

4:13 am;
Kenzie: Having fun isn't hard, when you've got a library card and i say hey HEY! what a wonderful kind of day, where we can learn to work and play, and get along with e

4:17 am;
Hayley: Hey kelly, have you seen the toilet plunger anywhere? I can't seem to find it, you didn't take it home with you did you? Give it to david next time you see him

4:20 am;
Kayla: Kayla where's my mum and dad

4:29 am;
Alana: So yuu wan a lahge chikin frai rice an a swee an sao pawk? Okee pipteen dahlah, here, yoh nambaa twenty faib.
...
...
NAHBAH TWENTY FAIB HERE YOH OWHDAH!!

4:33 am;
Emma: Oh FUCK THERE'S A HOLE IN THE BOAT! QUICK, somebody wake up jeffery so he can sit on the hole and clog it while we try drink the starboard dry

4:35 am;
Mikayla: My pokemon bring all the nerds to the yard and their like, you wanna trade cards, DAMN right, i wanna trade cards, here's my pikachu, with electric charge

4:42 am;
John: *runs up stairs* risin up, back on the streets, Did my time, took my chances. Went the distance now i'm back on my feet, just a man, and his will to survive, it


... e_e
good lord. Intoxicated from lack of sleep.

On Blogger Since June 2007

Okay, 3rd time I've tried this on here, and it didn't work.
I promise to continue this blog. AND I AM FULLY NOT SHEEPING~!
Look! I've had one for ages bro. *points to title*
One was a dream-diary type blog; one was a period-by-period journal of my day the last week of term one, '08. I saved that one, because it resurfaces old memories quite splendidly, just as I had wished it would do someday.
But that's another story, for another time.


How to start this off...
When it's time to write, I just can't. Only in my spare time. When I decide it's time to write. I hate people reading my writing. No, really. xD But I'm getting better. When the style of writing is the focus, I tense up and refuse to let people see. I hate it. You know, up until they decide to dislike me, English teachers are fond of reading my work out to the class. And I hate it.


It's getting close to Christmas. ^____^
I love Christmas. The presents, obviously, the honey glazed ham, the strange feeling of "Family Time" you get... the decorations in the streets, the decorations in the stores, the decorations at home (none currently, it's mum's job and she's off holidaying). But I really love it when Christmas songs ring in your ears. It brings back memories, specifically memories of about a year ago, then a year before that, and a year before that, and so on. Most people hate Christmas carols. But not me. They (literally, in fact) sing Christmas out to me. You know it's time when you flip on the radio and Snoopy's Christmas greets you giddily, and that time's a good time.

Can't say I'm a fan of Christmas specials on TV though xD


I don't know how to write this. It's so difficult. But every time I get the urge, I'll flip this open, okay? Rather than the old pen and paper. Blogs could be mixed in with stories, stories that never finish because I don't know how to finish them. Stories that I get bored with and toss away. I'm not a poem writer though. Good lord, no. That poem anthology in year 9 was absolute tourture for me. There was a pretty mint one I wrote though. *sunglassescoolmsnface*


OH. Last night...
Uh oh. I sent out a barrage of irrelevant (don't wanna use the word random) texts to a number of people. Finding those messages in you outbox... it's like waking up next to a cheap hooker. Or a really, really ugly person. Imagine the shock when you open your eyes then! o____o
Sorry, sorry.

I'm kinda proud of them, though. I like my mind.


AND I STILL HAVEN'T FINISHED THE VACUUMING