Let me answer the last entry’s comments here.
Firstly, Mummy Ooi, it’s not that I wanted to be ugly okay! How can, everybody deep down has an innate desire to be beautiful, okay!
I, er, merely did not have the confidence to wear sleeveless baju, much less spaghetti straps.
Cos I was freaking ugly okay! I think I weighed like 25-30kg. Being so thin, what if I moved around just a little more vigorously than usual and my sleeveless arm hole moved and exposed my boob? But not that I had any.
Nobody can be uglier than I was last time. So, see if my future daughter dares disobey me and doesn’t wear the nice clothes I buy for her, I’ll slap kau her and bury all her American Athletics tshirts. wtf.
I wanted to post up pictures of my, uh, evolution, but I don’t know where I put my CD of all my pictures before first year at MHC.
So let me just put up pics of my fluctuating (slightly) weight and hairstyles wtf.
Yes, this was a self-taken shot. I’m quite amazed that I dare put up this shot of me fake-laughing. In my defense, at that time I was trying to see how I look like when I laugh.
The conclusion is, my fake laugh is damn fake.
But this is just to remind you of my short hair days THREE years ago. (Has it already been three years?:( ) I kinda miss this haircut, though it made me look like a baby. And I miss those fake diamond earrings (yea la everything about me is fake wtf). And I miss that top too, wonder what happened to it.
You know how Mt Holyoke is almost at the North Pole? Thanks to it (and lots of eating), I put on 5 kg in my first SEMESTER. That shirt is now being worn to the pasar malam (or will be, if I ever decide to go, that is.) I can’t even bear to look at this picture. How could I pose like that? You can totally tell I think I’m damn cute, which obviously now we know is a total universal lie wtf. And WTF is that hanging from my jeans? Do I think my keychain is an accessory? Omg.
Then my hair grew out a little more and I got straight bangs.
My face damn chubby here but my hair nice okay! Is a terrer hair day wtf.
Then I cut layered gao gao.
I bet you never saw such a hiao face before. But look at the hair la ok.
My skin now not good la! How ar! Must be because I got off those stupid pills.
I’m sorry, that you closed your eyes, Naoko. (And I’m sorry my mouth takes up half my face.) But this is the only picture I have of me and my host sisters okay! I have to put it up. Kanae and Naoko at the Orientation Party:))
Okay, I’m off to lie in bed and worry about my future. wtf.
I have a terrible feeling that I will be unable to get a job after graduation (WHICH IS ONLY 1 1/2 YEARS AWAY OMG) and have to leech off my parents, sucking every ringgit from them until they have to check themselves into government retirement homes.
*makes mental note to buy push-up bra to attract rich old men on verge of death.
As much as I say I hate children, something tells me that a lot of factors are going to combine and make me pop one out in the future.
For example, husband’s whining about the continuance of his family line, parents’ nagging about getting old and wanting to play with children on their laps, and my biological clock (traitor).
Even now I’m starting to think some kids are cute! Egads this cannot be happening.
But but! Even if I ever ever give birth, I swear it’s only going to be one. Then I’m going to adopt so my kid won’t be lonely.
I don’t know what kind of fun things you can do with a boy kid, so let’s pretend I’ll have a daughter la.
My kid is going to have layered cuts and dyed hair. She’s not going to be subjected to bowl cuts and stupid fringes that end above her eyebrows by an unmerciful mother, so I’m going to make sure she gets to keep her hair long and layered.
And she’ll get to dye her hair too cos it’s damn cute to have colored hair on a kid. Even the mother hasn’t seen her own original color in years. (Eh ya speaking of which, should I dye my hair back to black?)
And we’ll live in a country where she won’t get yelled at by fierce teachers for un-black hair.
And then I’ll make sure I teach her about makeup so she doesn’t have to endure a fugly childhood.
No no. Seriously, I want my child to know all this so next time she won’t be a wannabe or follow other people’s opinions with no mind of her own. Let her be a trendsetter la. Better than conforming to what other people are doing. If she wants to dress ah lian, why not! But if too ugly I’ll burn her clothes wtf.
Let her have the courage to say what she wants to say.
Dress how she wants to dress. Do what she wants to do.
Then like that she’ll have no reason to not concentrate on her studies either. Cos I’ll take care of all this for her hahahohohehehuhu.
Ally asked me if I’m going to give her money to buy branded stuff since I’m so obsessed with my kid looking good.
Er hell no. I’ll teach her to find nice cheap stuff in obscure shops. Again, just because everybody’s wearing it, doesn’t mean she has to.
And yes, my kid is going to Princeton. No shitty women’s colleges or rural areas for her. Unless she wants to.
Yea yea so I went as a rabbit wtf.And I look horrendous in most pics, because (1) once I take any alcohol, even cooking arak I’ll turn red (2) I hate camera flashes.
But there were lots of really cute costumes, because you get in for free with a costume. If you just wear a hat you get half price. So everybody dressed up.
let me just show you costumes okay!
Obligatory picture of the 3 of us. Er Angela & Christine groupies can wipe up your saliva now thanks wtf.
Christine is a nurse, Kelsey is a devil, Angie is a french maid.
Me as a Mexican WTF. No la, somebody stole my rabbit ears and gave me his hat.
Nah nah the sexpots wtf. XD
Neal as a sketchy dude. He wore Hard Gay hat and glasses too (not visible in pic wtf)
Trey as a (very drunk) tennis player.
A very weird panda. There was someone dressed as a horse too complete with rubber head, but I couldn’t find him to take a picture.
With Marilyn Monroe. Angela’s host sisters, Yukiko and Ayumi are dressed as a witch and Minnie Mouse respectively.
Jon as Tommy, the Green Power Ranger. I was trying to help him adjust his mask.
The club is actually damn small only. It’s called World, ironically.
Christine, me, orange juice wtf, Angie, Morgan as an angel, Brandon as a pirate.
Me red after orange juice wtf. Yea lah I damn suck la! Thanks a lot, Fat Her for blessing me with such tolerance.
I refuse to show my face.
Maybe this will be my new signature pose. Usagi Chan Peace is getting old. Plus I already have the ears anyway.
Oh thank goodness not red anymore.
Going home. WIth Jacob the Yellow Ranger. =.=
For the first time in my life I’m going to celebrate Halloween. Not in US but in Japan. Oh the irony wtf.All the Americans insist on going clubbing and since you get free entry if you’re fully costumed, I die die must be fully costumed.
So so the problem is what am I going to be! I am freaking kiasu and I ain’t going to spend money on some store-bought costume which won’t even fit me.
Angela and Christine are going to be a French Maid and Nurse respectively. They got all the good costumes!
All the costumes I saw on sale were for 170 cm tall people. Wtf how many Japanese girls are 170 cm tall?
Angela and Christine both got the 155cm one tho, which is still 10cm too long for me. :((
They almost wanted me to buy this BUMBLE BEE COSTUME meant for toddlers at height 120cm!!
The costume was yellow and black striped and had a yellow cover around the head with black furry antenna on it!!!
And it reached like below my belly button!
Quite cute if it actually fit me and wasn’t meant for a baby’s body but no way am I going to walk around Kyoto dressed like a bee. =.=
So I must make my own costume. And cause I’m so broke now, I’ll probably have to resort to just getting bunny ears, wearing white and being a rabbit.
Rabbit! Everybody always dresses as rabbits! I’m going to have the world’s most common costume.
I wanted to be Minnie Mouse. Cos I can buy the ears, and gloves, and wear a red skirt. But Angela’s host sister is already doing that:(
ANy good and cheap ideas for costumes! If not I really have to be an animal who eats its own shit. wtf.
Hiroshima was a blast!No pun intended.
The A-bomb site and musuem were damn touching. And we heard a bomb survivor’s story about where she was when Hiroshima got bombed. Fucking sad la I cried like shit. So did Angela & Christine but Trey just looked at me with an impassive face. Fucking heart of stone.
They preserved this building in memory of the bomb’s effects.
Dammit I forgot what this is called. Inilah padahnya blog so late.
This is a bird’s eye view of Hiroshima before the bomb was dropped.
This is after. Every building wiped out, even the bridges across the rivers are gone. Imagine the devastation you’ll see everywhere if you survived it.:((((
A child’s tricycle.
There were a lot of other touching and horrible artifacts too. There was one which was this huge block of concrete and granite – it was the entire front steps and pillar of a bank. There was a dark shadow on the step and the rest of it was white. When the bomb hit, there was a person sitting on the steps, and the power of it turned the steps white but the person was carbonized, that’s why a shadow was left. :(((((
A monument to Sasaki Sadako, the 12 year old girl who acquired leukaemia as an after-effect to the radiation. There, she’s the girl that everybody folded 1000 cranes for.
We did try not to look so happy. Trey, me, Angie, Christine, Ruby, Neal.
Us with school children who were fascinated with us and kept wanting to take photos with us.
Oh yea, when me, Ang, Christine and Ruby were sitting on a park bench, this old homeless looking guy came up to us and shook all our hands. Then he asked Angela if she worked as a bar hostess WTF. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!
Then we took a ferry to Miyajima Island which is where we stayed. At a very beautiful traditional Japanese hotel!
Mia, Christine, me, Angie, Andrea. Yea my forehead damn high. This is why Darren calls me a bald nut wtf.
We got to stay in the suite! This is the dining area.
My feet and Angela wtf.
Then we got to eat a fancy schmancy traditional banquet style dinner. Got sashimi, oysters, (Kobe?) beef and other orgasm-inducing food.
There was a famous shrine near where we stayed, with its gate in the middle of the sea. And what did some idiots have to do? Swim out to the gate wtf. Damn not holy okay! (but actually I wanted to see them do it too la)
Jon, Brandon & Neal =.=
And now for the highlight of the post wtf.
You know Japan and its public baths? Where you have to go in naked?
I did that. ARGH!!!
Every hotel has its own onsen, with a place where you sit down and wash yourself clean clean then hop into the freaking hot bathtub/pool thing to soak.
I really didn’t want to! I thought I’ll die of embarrassment but everybody told me I cannot not come to Japan and not experience onsen at least once and it’s really damn good and I won’t regret it yada yada.
So I decided to go with Angie and Christine at 12am so there won’t be anyone else there.
Us without makeup. We have to go in there totally clean ma. I’m aware I look like death warmed up without makeup (especially concealer)
And then I was so freaking nervous that to give me strength and courage wtf I had to drink Neal’s beer before going in.
The whole time I wanted to back out of it so badly but in the end I dunno how I managed to go inside there and bathe =.= I kept wanting to laugh everytime I looked at Angie & Christine but after a while I got used to it and I don’t even feel like we’re naked anymore wtf.
Okay end of onsen story you think what porn ar wtf.
The island is infested with deer.
The shrine gate in the day. Low tide.
Group picture!
Another group picture.
Errr…
Samurai Aud wtf.
The infamous Monkey Aud. Monkey Christine, your face fail la!
Our souvenir from Miyajima! Bought cos Angie’s yukata is pink, mine is light blue and Christine’s is yellow.
Okay there’s this fucking mountain called Mt Misen that we went up there by cable car. Christine, Angie, me and David in the cable car.
The view from up high.
When we reached the top, it wasn’t actually the summit yet. The guys thought it would be great fun to climb all the way to the top and dragged us along with them. Okay, dragged me because Angela & Christine were damn genki/semangat and actually ran up the fucking mountain. WTF!
Me, I stomped, whined, panted for breath and kept collapsing ont he side saying “Just leave me here to die and go ahead la” wtf.
In tne end I had to be carried over Trey’s shoulder =.=
So there I did it! At the summit, we climbed up this huge rock like 8 feet high and sat there. (OK la actually Neal and Brandon lifted me up)
And because I’m too kiamsiap to pay for the cable car down, we actually climbed down the freaking mountain ourselves. 2.3 km of steps okay! 2.3KM@!!!
Halfway down I freaking fell down. WTF! I slipped on the sand and fell and hurt my ass and arm:((( And stupid bitch Angela just stood there and laughed.
And then at the Shinkansen station on the way home I fell down on the stairs again! What is this!
Now I can’t move my legs.
Watanabe-san (AKP program coordinator)
Bye bye! See Neal so tired he sleep already. Yealah no need to laugh la not funny at all.
Damn tired going to sleep now.
====EDITED TO INCLUDE HAIR CURLING INSTRUCTION wtf====Woooh here I am blogging again! Miracles do happen wtf.
Us AKP (Associated Kyoto Program) people are supposed to take, other than regular classes, special ones called Practica where you learn useful interesting stuff… like learning to make Japanese desserts! (Sorry Mum, I’m not taking that class even though I know you desperately want me to)
I’m taking a class on deciphering Japanese song lyrics meanings.
Today we learned a song called “Naga Sou Sou” which in Okinawan dialect means “Tears falling” (very rough translation on my part)
The lyrics damn sad okay! I think it’s supposed to be about a brother and sister separated or something.
But it freaking sounds like a long distance relationship. T_______________T
Let me type out the meaning for you here cos I’m damn free.
Turn the page of the old album, I mutter (mutter wtf so unromantic) thank you,
Always always in my heart you’re the person who gives me encouragement.
On clear days and rainy days, that smile comes to mind
Though the memories are far, even if they fade
I’ll search for your image, the day it comes back, my tears will flow
On the first star of the evening, that’s become my habit to pray
In the sky which gives the evening twilight, in my heart I often search for you
When happy, when sad, I think of your smile
If I can see you where you are
Surely someday, I will go on with my life believing we can meet.
On clear days, on rainy days, that smile comes to mind
Though the memories are far, even if they fade
Lonely and missing your memory, my tears flow
Fucking emo okay! Some more the singer (Rimi Natsukawa)’s voice damn high and the music damn sad sounding!
I nearly cried in class wtf.
Okay okay talk about happier things. Like my hair!
You know how all those Japanese girls manage to curl their hair so fucking beautifully?
I HAVE ACHIEVED IT.
With the help of my trusty curler and some curl-preserving spray.
Stop looking at my face, dammit. Told you this post is about my hair already.
Left view!
Right view. Eh my profile nicer than my front face la. *makes mental note to take pics from the side from now on*
Back view. The top at the back also must curl okay then only got oomph wtf. That’s Darren’s piggy smashed against the wall btw hahaha.
Want me to teach you how to do this hair or not!
First of all, you must have super layered hair. The shortest layers must be… as short as your boyfriend’s hair wtf. Seriously my layers start from one or two inches from the top of my head.
Then just curl la wtf. Actually it just occured to me that nobody wants to read about how I style my hair. =.= Just pretend I never said anything okay!
I mean, just say my hair is nice. wtf.
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Okay, okay hair tutorial coming up wtf.
Got the layered hair already right?
Divide your hair into two, then into another two, so you have four sections in total. Or six or eight, if your hair is thick. But that is impossible because if you layered so much already you can’t possibly have that much hair anymore.
With your right hand, take the piece of hair closest to the right side of your face. Holding the curler with your left hand, position it so that your left arm is over your head and your hand holding the curler is hanging over the right side of your head.
DON’T clip your hair with the curler.
Instead, hold the end of the strand, and wrap it around the curler so the curls twist outwards AWAY from your face. Make sure you wrap it tight enough and the closer you hold it to your roots, the better.
Then for the 2nd lock of hair, which is the behind and lower one, repeat the procedure except this time curl it inwards instead of out.
Then repeat for the other side of your hair, but like using the opposite hands, etc.
Oh by the end of it, if your hair is too ringlet-y and looks too much like a dollis, use your fingers to light comb thru your curls and mess it up so it looks more natural.
Oh yea, and take the shorter pieces of your hair on top and curl them too. For more volume.
Ta-dah! Go try and tell me how it goes okay! Also let me know if you find a better way to curl hair!
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Okay, tomorrow is class field trip to Hiroshima to look at bomb sites. I’m sure I’ll come back a good deal more depressed and wiser about the ways of the world wtf.
North Korea, if you detonate your bomb, I’ll. I’ll, kill somebody named Kim. wtf.
(I’m joking ar, Koreans! But not you, Kim Jong-Il. wtf)
If you have me on MSN, you would probably notice that my nick right now is:aud<3 [Where Is My Travel Pass & Student ID!!]
On Sunday I went for this festival something like Gakusei no Matsuri (Kyoto Student’s Festival) I dunno what the real name is.
(And I bumped into people I know there! Not even AKP, but normal Doshisha Students. I dunno why I feel so touched bumping into people I know. If at Mount Holyoke I bump into someone at the mall, it’s like so? You’re from MHC also wat. And you came on the same shuttle bus at me okay. I know cos I saw you. wtf. Cos there’s no other way to get around this hicksville.
Anyway.
On the way back, I must have dropped my entire card case somewhere because like er, the whole thing is missing?
Very troublesome okay! The travel pass (tekiken) is for me to take the subway and bus as much as I want. Without it I was like some paralysed vegetable for two days. Everytime wanna go somewhere have to prepare change.
Dahlah I always drop things, everytime I take out my money I sure drop it. What is this!
Then I have to scramble around legs that belong to people who don’t even bother to help me pick it up when the coin is on their toe. wtf.
Anyway I’ve gotten a new pass and new university ID already. Stupid ID cost me 2000 yen and the travel pass a whopping 34 000 yen! That’s like RM900-1000! Or USD340.
Luckily I’m getting reimbursed for it.
Today I went for my first ever Japanese traditional fan dance class.
It has been my dream ever since I dunno when to learn traditional dance!
Cause I’ve failed at normal dancing. And Ballroom dancing. I was okay at European folk dancing cos that just involves a lot of jumping around which I can do.
My lifelong dream is to be graceful.
I don’t ask for much what. Just a little more grace while walking, to trip less and to drop things not so often too.
Anyway, all excited I went to class and sat down on the floor with everyone else to listen to the teacher. Then she told us to stand up to learn how to put on yukata properly.
I got up, slipped and fell down.
What is this!! Dance lesson also haven’t start yet! Yukata also haven’t even put on!
Fucken embarrassing la.
I feel like it’s getting worse too. I swear everyday I either trip or drop something at least once.
Maybe because before this I took Chinese medicine which the sinseh said will cure me of clumsiness (you think he bluffing ar?) and now I’ve stopped.
Coincidence? *tales from the crypt music*
wtf.
Quick update.Yalah, I’m getting lazier to blog nowadays. My fake fingernails are hindering my typing okay! Don’t ask me how I write. I sat for a test that day and two of my nails fell off. wtf.
If only I can think of what I want to say and the words will just appear miraculously on the screen/paper.
Okay a quick recap of what I’ve been doing the past week.
Oh before that! I have to tell you something!
It involves public transport again. Which shouldn’t be surprising because my life basically revovles around it anyway. (have not learned to bike yet).
So! The other day I was on the subway with Angela, and she got off at her stop. I waved goodbye to her and happened to glance at the middle aged man sitting next to me who was playing with his phone.
I snuck a peek at his phone screen.
Wah fuck! It’s a video of a penis being wanked!
Why is he watching such videos on the train?! I dunno if this is his way of being an exhibitionist and I hope to high heavens that that wasn’t his own penis on video.
I dared not turn around to his side anymore and sat at the edge of my seat for the rest of the ride.
And then after that while I was waiting for my bus, a whole bunch of old people crowded around the bus BUT DIDN’T GET ON AND BLOCKED ME FROM GETTING NEAR IT AND THE BUS LEFT WITHOUT ME.
This is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard of. The whole place is railed up and there’s only one opening for people to go through to get on the bus and this stupid bunch of people crowded around it but they were actually waiting for another bus.
I dumbly stood there and waited for them to get on the bus. My moral teacher taught me to be respectful to my elders okay. (Everyday I take the bus I have to give up my seat to old people okay! Cause my whole bus is filled with them. I guess they take it to go socialize with their friends.) Besides, you know la, old people move slower ma, so I waited for them to climb slowly up.
Mana tau they acted like statues and stood there and the bus drove off.
Celaka had to wait another half an hour.
All right on to nicer experiences.
Recently, there was a Comb Festival held in Gion, which is the geisha district of Kyoto. The festival is held to like celebrate and thank combs (wtf) which are apparently the staple of a geisha’s life, because they decorate their hair with them everyday.
Gion is preserved so it looks straight out of a movie. Memoirs of a Geisha to be exact wtf.
The only nice picture of me that day. I’m stuch with a stupid leech on my back. wtf.
We watched a parade of sorts.
Random picture of me at lunch with my unfinished homework. I dunno what’s wrong with me this semester. Everyday I’ll forget to do my homework. and have to finish it at lunch. I try to remember okay! And I do do it, but somehow I’ll forget one part of it or something. Either that or I’ll go the opposite way and do homework that we don’t need to do.
And then we went to the Kyoto Disaster Prevention Center.
Maklumlah, Japan is a dangerous place what with earthquakes, typhoons and whatnot. So they decided they had to build a center to educate citizens on what to do if there was a disaster.
But it seemed more like a themepark to us hawhaw.
Fucking tired already. We went through like 7 disasters in a day okay wtf.
They put us in a tiny room with air vents to feel what it’s like to be outdoors during a typhoon. The wind went up to 32km per second. I screamed my lungs out. Oh but in the presence of a camera I still had the presence of mind to pose.
The fire-fighting room. Where you learn to use fire extinguishers. The extinguishers are filled with water and you have to spray it at a screen showing a fire. The sensors on the screen will extinguish the fire if you spray correctly:D
Now I know what to do if my house catches fire.
This hut we’re in was supposed to go through a landslide. Quite scary got wind blowing and shit.
Earthquake room. We were supposed to sit inside, and when the earthquake occurs, we have to get under the table so if anything falls it won’t fall on our heads.
And if the earthquake lessens for a while, you have to get up and turn off your gas, heaters and check to see if your door can still open if not you’ll be stuck inside after it’s over.
One of our friends, Will put his legs under the table and not his head, so I guess he’s dead if a real earthquake occurs. Actually same goes for the Program Director who got stuck under the table. HAHAHAHAHAAH.
I still have to blog about our trip to this themed restaurant called The Lock Up which is decorated to look like a prison. The waitresses all wear slutty prison guard uniforms complete with hat, baton, miniskirt and boots. Hoho.
But that’s a story for another day.
Babai.
I’m sorry! There’s alot of shit to be done here okay! I also wanna blog more wan! So far this week, I’ve had a quiz, an exam, about 50 pages of reading to do, the Kyoto Disaster Prevention Center to visit, geisha to see, and karaoke to sing wtf.
Will blog about all these later ok! Patience is a virtue wtf.
How did I ever forget to introduce my precious to you?
I’m so touched! My first ever camera phone! Okay fine, my first ever COLOUR phone.I’m that outdated. Actually the entire Ooi family is outdated. Like a month ago only Mummy and Fat Her Ooi upgraded themselves to some canggih mp3 phones whatever those are.
My phone making friends and camwhoring with Angela’s.
Naughty boy, exposing yourself in public like that. wtf.
My phone has become an object of camwhoring. Not only that, it has replaced my camera as the Keeper of Memories because my camera sucks ass and failed me again even after paying RM180 to repair it. I hate you, Minolta and Sony.
(I’m sorry la my pupils are so small. *feels like photoshopping it but dunno how*)
Last weekend we went to Shijo (actually we do that every weekend but that’s besides the point).
A temple I guess. Dunno why I never bothered to ask what it is. Probably too distracted by the shops nearby.
Because I’m the one with the manly voice and Angela sounds like an anime character, I get male roles as usual and have to be the samurai while she’s the geisha. Notice the space around my face and notice how Angela’s face hole is struggling to fit her head. AHHAHAAHHAHAHA.
We ate at this Alice in Wonderland themed restaurant.
Looking below.
The bottle very nice.
Our omelettes. It was an omelette restaurant,
Sticker pictures. I’m addicted. Fuck Malaysia’s 400 year old sticker machines, this is where it’s at.
Another day at Shijo.
At a ramen shop. The kind which is like 2 feet square and where people walk in and order and eat standing up at the counter! 😀
Anticlimax wtf. Japanese MacD’s.
Fake nails! But cannot see properly. Though you can see my foot, The Club anklet and teddy bear pajamas.
One day during a 3 hour break, we went to Kyoto Imperial Gardens. Dunno what’s so imperial, seems like a regular park to me. Went to play on the swings, see-saws and frisbee.
Seconds before this picture was taken, Trey offered to push me on the swing. I was standing on it and he proceeded to push me so fucking hard that I nearly fell off. I was 90 degrees up okay! 90!
Stupid Neal blocking my face.
Me and Trey.
Me and Neal.
Me and Masato. He looks like someone I know called George so I keep calling him George wtf.
With Mari. She reminds me alot of Jolene (Lai)! Got or not, people who know Jolene?
Aud and Ayaya (Matsuura? wtf)
Usagi Chan Peace dei!
Batman returns wtf. I didn’t have time to get into proper position! Truth be told, my Batman impression is damn jouzu/skillful with arms akimbo and chest thrust out wtf. Too bad you don’t get to see it. wtf.
I know this is a little out of place what with the cheerful pictures and all. But rest in peace, Verushka. We saw and played with each other only occasionally over the years whenever our fathers brought our families together or we had birthday parties. I don’t know you that well, and the last time we saw each other was 5 years ago, but I am sad beyond words at what happened. Whatever caused you to do what you did must have been terrible and I hope this is a release for you and you’re happy wherever you are.
You will be grieved for and missed more than you can imagine.
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