and i just realized that my profile on blogger looked something like this:

Riviea
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fine, be that way.

is lazy, bored and procrastinating. i'd need hypnosis, therapy and lots and lots of guidance to get rid of this problem. though i guess someone cracking a whip and kicking me off my chair would be just as nice. if not better. and interview dates are confirmed, whoo! 23rd of June, 5pm. going to be one hell of an event to look forward to. especially since siao meng and i don't have the same dates. i dunno about charmaine, and i hope/pray/wish that if ray-chie gets in she gets the same date as moi. i don't enjoy the idea of having to ruuuuuuuuusssssshhhhh to vj like after school.

i realize that CD is actually a very adventurous fic to start on for me. especially when i'm still suffering from the aftermath of what i call the 'lemon allergy' where i can't read... well, lemons. turns out that it's just that i've become a grammar nazi. i'm allergic to bad grammar and spelling instead of lemons. it just happens that most lemons have this... weird thing with being badly written. not that i blame the author, i wouldn't want to go and read through something of that kind over and over to search for spelling errors. it gets a little weird after a while. oh, but i am completely fine with CD, even if the chapters i've been reading have like... two of them which are around 95% pure unadulterated lemon AND cursing/profanity use. i should remember not to read lemons while having a glass of lime juice, though. it's not a nice feeling to have something that sour choke up the airway when you're halfway through laughing. or choking. or... i dunno, staring at the screen in disbelief? or finding amusement at everything. (1)

-shifty eyes-

mum is going through what i shall hereby name as a 'health freak' phase. there is a glass of fruit juice waiting for me every effing day. and it's not always fruit as in orange juice it's more of tomato-orange-carrot-apple juice which is enough to make most people retch x.X;; nya...

(1) Riv has a twisted sense of humor. seriously. she finds it highly funny for one thing when a conversation of this sort takes place:

“Hey!” Yami protested, hopping off of the barstool, “You try having a body for less than a week and figuring everything out!”

Kaiba shot back, “I think you’ve figured out plenty.”

“Not that you’ll let me prove it,” Yami retorted with a smirk, walking back over to Kaiba.

“Look, do you want fed or not?”

“Fine, fine,” Yami said a little dejectedly, backing off in the interest of getting food and soon.

yes, not very funny. but please, devote your attentions to the words 'fed', 'figured' and 'prove'. maybe a bell may start ringing soon.