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Name: Adelaide
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: San Jose
Gender: Female
Interests: plotting ways to conquer the world with "Uncle" Tom, auctioning off my french fries ($0.25 cents per piece), Sirius Black, anime, chinese dramas, sad movies, geneology, suicidal pigeons, Harry Potter series, stalking people, pretteh LJ icons, Jerry Yan, lop-sided smiles
Expertise: always having the last word, evil eye, silent treatment
Occupation: Student
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  silensui
Member Since:
7/4/2004
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| "You can pick your friends and you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friend's nose." - Billy, Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy | | |
| *teen angst inserted here*
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I work to retire.
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I think Mrs. R. would be happy to hear that I'm still following the series.  I should pick up the Orphan Train series some time this summer. Just to see how "different" it is now. I remember her crying when she read Danny's part. That was like...whoa.
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Jay Chou's Garden Party/Festival (Yuan You Hui) is an awesome song. <33 Listening to it makes me wanna go outside. Or to a festival.
But obviously, that won't happen because I'm too lazy and people-phobic.
He looks that dude from Beautiful Days. I found him HarryPotter-ed in the Yahoo image search. o.O
The amber coloured dusk is like sweets in a very beautiful far distant place
Your face doesn’t have makeup on yet I fall madly in love
Recollection and shadow are pulled long together at dusk
That admission ticket in my hand counts sheep with me
Peppermint coloured meadow fragrance is like the wind without form
Yet I can keep firmly in my mind your temperament and face
Cold air and glaze has a very transparent feel in early morning
Like my fondness
Being seen through by you
A bud of sun on the stall
I quietly appear by your side
Your hurry and confused appearance
I smile quietly admiring it
I’m withstanding the sun
Only wanting to open the umbrella for you
You lean on my shoulder
Breathe deeply afraid of forgetting
Because of the silly game of catching fish we start to talk with each other
Really hope topics are unceasing and the garden party never closes
The balloon is in my hand
I’m leading you by hand looking around
I want to say some things to you
Yet your eyes pretend to be busy
The egg cake and the jam on the corner of your mouth, I want to taste them
The film of the garden party is being broadcasted
This world, we arrange to wander about together | | |
| Summer makes one feel lazy.
I got to the point where my mouth refused to open because it didn't feel like it. | | |
| And she wrote his name in the sand and let the waves carried it away.
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Somewhere along the way I acquired a bunch of songs I couldn't understand. | | |
| SQUUEEE, Shibby. <3
He looks uber Asian.
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