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The Ultimate
Cyberbabes:
Alison
Ammie
Satsuki-chan
Bodacious
in Real Life As well:
Lanie
Heather
Jeannie
Linh
Sarah
Sue
Always Hot
ali
Jenni
Kerianne
Malice
Maria
Metamia
Sarai
The Nun's
Priest
Young
Mikey Boy
Stats on
Lika Manga: X
Movie: SwordsmanII
Book: Watership
Down
Hobby: Airmailing
Current Crushes:
Karen
Kasumi Severus Snape,
Hugh Jackman, Megura
Guilty Pleasures:
Disney
Contact
LJ: Silent_Bunny
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I don't know what it says about me that my favorite shift at Tim Hortons was yesterday in Drive Through. Watch it backfire on me tonight.
On an unrelated note, I got a juicer!
Metaphors collided at Monday, February 16, 2004, 10:37 a.m.
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KICKS. MAD. SERIOUS. BOOTY!
Metaphors collided at Thursday, February 12, 2004, 01:58 p.m.
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I really need to write in my blog more, if just to stay in contact with the non-LJ friends on my contact list.
In particular, I need to tell Sarah that I re-read "The Doll's House" and I'm kicking myself for saying earlier that I thought it wasn't as good as "Nocturnes and Preludes." It is better. There's something more humane about it, which makes it more freakier and sadder. It's so sad and horrific, but also so sweet and wonderful. I love Fiddler's Dream. And the whole vortex thing with Eunice and Rose was lovely.
And I can never thank you enough for "Dream Country" and getting NEIL GAIMAN to sign it!!!!! The last story with Rainie was my favorite, but everything was wonderful creepy and lovely as well.
Cognitive science sounds like a good program to go into. I had a professor who's totally into it. And let me know if you're going to Anime North this year because I am and it would be AWESOME to see you there. Definitely need to make more trips to see you. I had a lot of fun last time.
Oh yes, I love "The Star." I wish I could write sci-fi like that.
Metaphors collided at Monday, February 9, 2004, 04:13 p.m.
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Just back from a coffeehouse that Carleton University held for the Christian bunch. I went to support my Christian friends and WOW, are they talented. I knew they were always talented, but it still blows me away how amazing their voices are and how well they can bang on those drums. Makes me almost wish I had done something musical with my life.
Almost ^_^
But the coffeehouse was great. The talent, the dance, the songs, but I still my friends were the best of the group. I'm so in awe.
Metaphors collided at Thursday, February 5, 2004, 10:54 p.m.
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Sarai and Ammie, I got your packages! *GLOMPS*
Sarai dearie, my mom loved the cookies and I loved the sweet sticky bars from Puerto Rico :) Thanks for the food. Food is always a nice thing to get in the mail, especially when I could share it with the family. Plus the shampoo and make-up thing was adorable. Jeannie was sleeping over my place when the package came and she was like, "look, you have perfume now." :) Thanks a bundle, darling. You didn't have to, really, but I'm glad you did!
And I'm SHOCKED that you're pregnant again. Already? But it's good to have kids close together. They become close siblings like that, and it's fun to have close siblings. Congratulations! I'm so happy for you.
Ammie, my love, my darling, my own little chipmunk of genki world domination, had there not been an ocean between us, you would have heard the laughter that came from seeing the rabbit ears. I can't believe you got me rabbit ears! That is so beyond *AWESOME*. I can finally turn my bedroom into a Watership Down sanctuary (bed = Watership Down of course) where no one cames in except dressed up like a bunny. And that bunny! That LOVELY. FLUFFY. BEAUTIFUL. BUNNY! I swear, it looks real. I keep expecting its nose to twitch. I had a staring contest with Bigwig (yes, I named the bunny Bigwig -- I'm incorrigible) and he won. I love me bunny, me own Bigwig. I will lick him all over like a lollipop.
And your letter brought tears to my eyes. I'm going to write you one gushy, soapy letter as soon as I get the time. Hobbit yuri must continue! You're such a sweetie *snuggles* And the butterfly house sounds magical :) coloured pieces of sky moving everywhere *happy grin*
Metaphors collided at Tuesday, January 27, 2004, 09:36 a.m.
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Just for your information:
I am turning over a new leaf this Sunday and will be symbolizing it corporally by being dunked in water in the name of all that is Holy and Biblical. Literally. If anyone wants to witness this, do let me know ^___^
Metaphors collided at Saturday, December 20, 2003, 01:31 a.m.
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The thing I love the most about summer is that there is sunlight until nine thirty at night. Having the sun up in the sky for that long is amazing. I can't describe how much I love having sunlight outside when it's just a couple hours away from midnight. Even if it's just leftover blazes in the sky after the sun itself had set, it's still awesome that I can read a book without the porch light after the best of prime time TV is over.
Then fall comes along, and darkness hits the city around five in the afternoon. It would depressing, if the sky didn't have this weird band of colors in it and the rain didn't come and give me the one thing I love the most about trees and that is black bark. Yellow leaves, black bark, trust me, it's a sight to be hold.
But leaves goes away, and it starts getting dark around three and I get really really depressed. Add essays and looming exams and me going, "Grr..."
But then it snows. And it shimmers and reflects the light from the streetlights and kitchen windows and Christmas lights that people are already putting up. And the sky is white. So white that things appears brighter at night than they do in the day. It's so bright that at one o'clock Tuesday morning, I stood out on the street and read a book.
I don't know which I like better, the sunlight sky in summer or the pearl white sky in winter. Either way, I can read a book outside.
Well, winter is colder *grin*
Metaphors collided at Thursday, December 4, 2003, 12:14 a.m.
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Currently in the university library, photocopying my readings for this week, a guarantee that I will actually read them.
Yes, I'm freaked over the fact that I'm actually taking school seriously this semester. Damn that C from last semester.
Metaphors collided at Wednesday, October 1, 2003, 05:51 p.m.
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You're welcome! I hope it was good day for you :) Oh, and I watched watch Phamton Lover (with Finnish subtitles *grin*) in your honour. I've been in a musical mood lately, and Leslie Cheung has the loveliest voice.
Ammie: Q-ball yelling "car" and running towards them *lol* Kids are so adorable! Your nephew sounds so cute. I love where Data's eyes were looking *lmao* I love that picture! Everyone else shielding their faces is just too funny, especially Georgie. Only Beverly looks not so horrified, but I always suspected she had a crush on the captain and was probably happy to get a... um, peek O.o
Sarai: Thanks for the pictures of Emi-chan showing how fearless she is :) Don't worry what other people say. You were there, so she was fine
Alison: *lol* Handclapping indeed. I remember sitting in the anime club going, "!?" at the end of the show. Here's hoping for a good ending for X... whenever CLAMP gets their lazy asses around to finishing it. And darling, you need to get a livejournal, just so I can molest you in public ;)
Whoo hoo! Another convert to mooncakes!!!!!
Metaphors collided at Friday, September 26, 2003, 10:44 p.m.
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*chuckles* I'm such a bullshitter. Me waxing poetic over seasons is like taking a kid to the attic window and telling her she'll fly if she jumps out of it. I amuse myself :D
It's September 25, 11:10 here, so I have fifty minutes to come up with someone that's amusing but not bullshit for
Malice's official Ottawa birthday here. Unfortunately, my brain is still fried, so the best I can come up with is HAPPY BIRTHDAY MALIKE!
At least it's bolded. And you really are awesome and I really do wish for a great year for you. May Leslie Cheung continue to be beautiful in any movie he's in.
Metaphors collided at Thursday, September 25, 2003, 11:06 p.m.
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I should be social blogging, but my brain is still fried from this flu. I should be emailing, but I've just spent three freaking hours helping my semi-illiterate older sister email around for a job and I'm just too annoyed at the moment to write anything in an email except blatant bitching. I also should be making a decent start on the mountain of homework I have, but after a week of steady of studying and diligent homework doing (I am determined to do well this year after the disatrous results I got last year), I need a break.
Should, would, could, but won't.
Instead I'm going to wax poetic about Autumn.
Lika's Thoughts on that Very Glamourous Season, Autumn
Autumn used to be my favorite season, before irresponsible and carefree summer stole its place. I'm always sad to see summer go, to realize that I can't wear my pretty clothes anymore and now must revert to spending five months dressed up like an green-and-pink buffulo, that bathtime will once again be a icy form of torture, and, this one hurts me the most, that the sun will no longer set at nine at night for another nine months or so.
I really do love having daylight until nine at night. It's something I never got over since I was a kid.
I'm sad to see summer go until after my sister's birthday. I use my sister as my Autumn clock. Her birthday over, and then it's Autumn. And it's wonderful.
I've always been at my creative peak at Autumn. There's something refreshing and crisp about that season that makes me think better, clearer, prettier thoughts. The air is clean, and the rain is nice. I don't like spring or summer rain; they smell like earth and blood and raw flesh and worms. They're not refreshing, I don't care what anyone says. But Autumn rain is clean, smelling of wet leaves which I have to say is a much nicer smell than earthworms.
Autumn is the most colorful season. Summer has the brightest colors, brilliant in the sun, but there's something about the dull, rusty colors of Autumn that makes it more vivid. Leaves and pumpkins and corn and the usual things, for how familar and common they are, there's something mystical and surreal about it all.
Autumn has shades that you only see at that time of year. Sunlight alone seems to be made of a weird shade of blue, white, pink, and orange, coming through the windows. I never understood why autumn light had that weird aureole borealis effect to it. It's like windows are prisms that separate the colors. It's the only season where it happens. Plus the shades of blue at dawn. It has a certain eerie other worldly quality to it. Probably why a lot of my most contemplative writing is done during autumn. It feels like a doorway, between the past living reality of summer and the hiberation of the coming winter, where the memories are trapped.
It's by far my most nostalgic season. Every single autumn I go through letters, stories, memories of my past and try to capture something of the times when I was happiest, creative, full of love for life. I didn't even have to go through them this year. I simply woke up, saw the strange shades separated in the sunlight, and felt like I was eight, like I was fourteen, seventeen, twenty two. It had that same feeling to it, woods and dirt and beauty and freshness, when I saw colours and friends and things fantastic that only came in Autumn. The last two days, I feel like I'm in some wonderland of past smells, sights, and emotions. It's glorious, beautiful, and dangerous. Autumn has always been the most dangerous season for me.
Spring and summer are young, seasons that I create new memories in (although the beginning of spring is a typical time for me to remember the other times snow melted and what happened then). Winter is the seasons that recalls the memories from the earth, from old times when snow fell on the castles of kings and queens and nobles and peasants, fire roaring inside while people ate and listen to songs and stories. But Autumn is the season that recalls the memories of my life, my old dreams, my old beliefs, my old me. It used to be the season where I retrieved into my past, going after what used to be. Now I rather live in the now, the what can be and hopefully will be, so I prefer summer.
Well, that and I can wear skirts in summer ^_^ Plus ice cream, and dumb summer movies and no school. Summer ROCKS!
But still, it's been nice these past two days to get a whiff of the past. Not so much. Just a tinge, a glance at the shades, and a strange sudden image of me, at fifteen, sitting on the back deck, surrounded by fiery leaves and fallen rakes, with a paper bag over my head, loving how the waning sunlight filtered through the brown speckled paper.
Metaphors collided at Wednesday, September 24, 2003, 09:59 p.m.
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Now that is one cute kid!
Metaphors collided at Friday, September 19, 2003, 11:50 p.m.
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Tomorrow, I said. Tomorrow my ass. I've got to learn to stop making crazy expectations. Blame school. I haven't taken a full course load in two years and I'm overwhelmed by the amount of reading I have to go through. Anyways, I had a fantastic weekend, mostly because I went to Toronto with my brother and saw Sarah, which is always a treat. I'm still dreaming of that non-tomatoe sauce pizza she gave me a taste of. It was so much fun, going through a couple of comic book stores, DVD stores, walking downtown chatting and discussing various TV shows and books and movies, and getting FUCKING PSYCHED! over the fact that she got me an issue of Sandman autographed by Neil Gaiman. Not just autographed, that incredible sweetie, but he actually wrote my name. I can't even begin to tell you how freaked out I got!
So yeah, it was awesome ^___^
Ammie: *squeals* So happy you got the book!!! And that your mom doesn't want to come to Ottawa for the sole reason of murdering me because I cluttered your place with purple hearts ^^ Hope you enjoy it, and yes, the utter wrongness of the "Hello Kitty" keychain comment. Well, I would have to say, that is the last place I ever want to see it hanging *ROTFL* Glad you like the icon. I love it myself *hugs Jeannie* Oh, and Ammie-Love, you (and Alison) NEED to get a Livejournal!!!
Metaphors collided at Wednesday, September 17, 2003, 02:09 p.m.
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GAH! Brother is visiting from Toronto since Saturday so that's why I so so so so so behind, but I am not ignoring you (deliberately anyhow.) Much social blogging (it boggles my mind how much has to be done but it will be done!) and livejournal replies to come, hopefully tomorrow.
HOpefully by then, I should have the links fixed. Need to add Sarai *hugs*
And Ammie, expect much lickages and suckages when I get back *GLOMPS*
Metaphors collided at Wednesday, September 10, 2003, 05:39 p.m.
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LEEKA.
Dammit. I did it again. Sure, I needed a new layout, but I didn't have to lose my links in the process >_<
Metaphors collided at Thursday, September 4, 2003, 11:04 p.m.
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We found Sarah.
Yes, that means my youngest niece went missing. On the first day of school, because, you know, my family never does anything without a bang. What happened was this: My younger sister went to pick up the kids because I was late, and she didn't have her contacts on and was as blind as a bat. Her reasoning was if she stood there in the pick-up yard, the kids would see her and come up to her.
Several things run in my family, loud sneezing and elbows that bend backwards and such, and sadly, that sort of reasoning is one of them.
Anyhow, I got there and we found Connie and couldn't see Sarah anywhere. We found her teacher who told us that someone already picked up Sarah. Now considering that both Sarah's parents work until late evening, we both went "HUH!?" out, went home, didn't see Sarah, went "HUH!?" some more, saw the teacher back at school, and let her join us in going "HUH!?" So we went home and my mom tells me that someone phoned us and told us Sarah was waiting at the bus stop.
The bus stop? The kid lives down the freaking street from school! Three minute walk, two if you run. What the Frith would she be doing taking a bus down six houses? And of course, my mom who can't speak English didn't know which bus stop so my sister and I went down the street that bus follows and spent a good twenty minute looking for her, one going down, the other going up, which amused me to no end because my younger sister still didn't have her contacts and walked squinty-eyed the entire way down.
We didn't find her, so we went home, and there she was with her sister. The bus driver phoned again and Mom told him to leave her at school, where she and Connie picked her up. It turned out Sarah's name was on the bus list and the teacher packed her up there.
And now taking the spotlight off Sarah, Connie, who's in grade four but is taller than most of the fifth graders, told me her teacher is real nice but was stressed out because "there was too much trouble today." I'm thinking, it's the first freaking day of the school and he's already stressed out? He still has 265 more days to!
And it dawned on me. We also have 265 more days to go, and if they were anything like yesterday, it's going to be a stressful year. Hoo boy.
Metaphors collided at Wednesday, September 3, 2003, 11:33 a.m.
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The always lovely Jeannie watched it and said she thought of me – Awwww -and I watched the first episode and thought of Ammie. Dahling, do yourself a favor and get yourself acquainted with the incomparable Agent Paper who kicks booty in that genkily bookworm don’t-you-DARE-mess-with-me way. Pity the fool who gets between a girl and her book, for he calls down the wrath of all things great and paper. Never underestimate the power of paper. Papercuts freaking stings in their thin, metallic deepness, Paperwings soar in their magnificient glory, Paperclip is still the best hour of TV ever, and is there a prettier image than the play of shadows and lights behind the transparent whiteness of a papermoon?
Plus I love how the word "paper" sounds out loud ^__^
Metaphors collided at Saturday, August 30, 2003, 12:56 a.m.
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About
the name Thlayli Thlayli, which translate into "Bigwig"
in English, is the Lapine name of the bunny from Watership
Down Lika madly and passionately wants to lick all over like a lollypop.
She finds him manly and rough and sexy and couldn't care less that he was
a rabbit. She would have all twenty eight of his kittens if he wasn't so
freakishly fictional.
About
the name Lika
Known as Hong
in real life, she also goes by Darla, but prefers Lika over both online.
Lika, because this is IMPORTANT, is pronounced "Lai-ka", not the
horrid Leeka. She will not answer to anyone who calls her Leeka. Or for
that matter, Leeks, The Leekster, Leeky, or the ever popular Leaking Tap. |
