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1. It's so nice to see people having their birthdays in November. I only had about one other person who was born in November back in The Hoedean, then comes Cambwidge with a football squad of November-born people, and that's only within my circle of acquaintances, which is about 1/1000 of other normal denizens of this world. Only one word to say. Woohoo.

I am interested in a lot of pagan/superstitous/mythical ideas, some may say too much for a scientist, but then Dawkins should go and be spanked for being a bullying git. An amazing scientist and a decent writer (alas, the two qualities often do not go hand in hand) , but also a fanatical Arsehole.

I digress.

Astrology attempts to place people's behaviour according to when they were born. Actually it is according to positioning of stars the moment they were born, and since precise location of stars on the sky has moved since Astorology was devised it's not that accurate anyway, but it is interesting as a concept that people born around the same time have certain defining characteristics.

2. Some lovely MSN conversations;

People in London: So, when you're descending down upon here to plunder Chinatown and lay all London restaurants to waste in pretense of 'birthday dinners'?
Gaa: Hmm, I've got carol service on the day itself...but after that whenever's fine.
PiL: Sure? You don't have works to do or anything?
Gaa: *giggles* I break up that week.
PiL: DIE EVIL MANIAC DIE! *runs away in tears*

Gaa: Boo.
Rosanne(My amazing(ly American) younger sister and my slash protégé): Go away I'm busy.
Gaa: Well since I'm nearly at the end of the term I don't really care about work anymore. You sohuld do the same.
Rozy: I'll KILL YOU! USELESS SCUM! YOU DON'T EVEN WRITE PORNS ANYMORE!

Well, it's not my fault that I've got 6 weeks holiday...*smirk*

I kinda deserved the latter conversation because apparently high-school kids across the Atlantic have only 10-day holiday around the Christmas. Despite this, my sister has taken pity on my lonesome suffering during the holiday and is coming to stay with me for her *entire* winder holiday, during the time my college would be 'closed' (ie. no library, no buttery, practically noone around). No she really hasn't, she just wants me to tutor her on AP biology. Anyway, she's my sister and at least has half a brain so it'd be good, at least I am spared from beating those brainless bimbos into doing stuffs and expiring myself in the process. I am an impatient teacher.

I also deserved that conversation because I cleaned out my LJ account recently, not to pretend innocence, but to weed out loads of rubbish, to clean away embarrassingly bad stuffs and to deny that I had a complete standstill in the slashing business during 2 years of Sixth Form days. Besides, my taste changed considerably during the said years. I'm not really mature yet to face all my faults. Hopefully when the holiday begins I can start writing fics and other dreadful scraps again, ho ho ho!

I'd need a beta in that case. Hopefully you'd realise that my english grammar isn't...perfect. After 6 years of living in England, I can speak, listen to, read and write English with enough confidence to go around but sometimes some grammar points confuse me. To top it off, I'm record-breakingly clumsy.

It's just creepy that my written English is steadily getting better than my written Korean. True, I can write perfectly fluently in Korean, I very rarely make grammar or spelling mistakes, hell, most Koreans make more spelling fuckage than I do in writing, but my creative well is starting to dry up in the Korean side of the pool. I know why. It's because when it concerns creative writings I read way more in English than in Korean.

Well, can't help it.

3. My life's dream is slipping away from my hands. Ticketmaster is being extra evil and refusing to accept anything else than credit card for payment. There is no way that I can use my parents' credit card to buy me a ticket to go to a metal gig.

But, but, but but but but but but I want to see Teh Band Of Gawd Nightwish, please don't deny me from seeing my Hero Band from age 11. Please...*cries*

*Aurally masturbates by their music*

4. My birthday plan, by the way, is rapidly falling apart. Carol service on the day itself, supervision on Friday...there will be no problem spending time with people I know here, but when can I go and meet my minions mistressess companions in EBIL in London?

5. The word 'procrastinate' was my favourite word ever since I learnt what it meant. It describes what I aspire to be, what I am most good at.

Therefore the new title.

6. Is it just me that you fail to find any respect in people who write their fic works (fanfic or original) in chat-language? Yes, I use them in gay abandon, but only according to which person I'm communicating with. Doing that is like writing my essay in Lolz-tongue. (Hmm, might be interesting. YO FLAWA I CAN HAS MOAR SMEX WID U? I CAN HAS?) Please, people. This is about self-respect. You don't want to be seen as shallow idiots in front of stuck-up bitchs such as myself.