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4.05.2006

last night i was so paranoid i dont know why. is it because we was talking about the escape rooms fad. because whatever we do, we can't get out of the crimson room. much more if we got out of that. we have to get through the viridian room also. with that skeleton under the rag. it's so freaky, i think i will just kill myself with the insence sticks if i were there. plus that door leads to a complete darkness. that other useless door! ooh, escape rooms boosts my claustrophobia. aaaaaaaaaah! is that claustrophobia???

anyhway, this morning, i broke the law. maybe that was what the paranoia was about. well, as a matter-of-fact, i wouldnt get a fixer if it wasnt for my pay! i wont be getting my pay if i dont process my nbi asap! and if i dint get a fixer, my clearance would be released on monday pa! i cant wait that long! i want to swim and see pishy get drowned on sunday...

so even though it costs me 480 (plus 10 for that defective ballpen which was lost) i took the chance. it's now or next week. i have to choose now.

because even though i wont be paying richard for that stupid rent and electricity bill, i need the money to move in to another place. i need a pad! we need a pad!

so fixers helped me but i had to pay them. money really means a lot these days.

haay. that nbi. i looked guilty. i AM guilty!

give me siomai.
x 4:31 p.m. x

misshell aka mike aka michiko aka june::

i was born on Sybil's birthday at 3:15 am.

i reside in an almost inhumanely tiny roomie with a toilet room shared by 17 other boarders. 17 is unlucky for me.

i work at nowhere as of the moment. i just draw.

i own a multi-colored bead bracelet with a red lace.

i eat rice once a day, and i shit every two days.

i love watching pishy do the 3-5, i wonder when can i have my own load.

i hum share the shower with someone very closely related to me.

i can't sleep without brushing my teeth.

i want to eat shrimp sandwich, NOW.

i sigh, yawn and scratch my head when i'm bored.(don't we all do?)

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

*kunwari seryoso*