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xD If you said so,,.... xD

 

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i agree *LOL

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shttt Star will scream at me it's not true. But we did a quize: my mental age 43, her mental age 20.

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It's just a QUIZ, Ma'am xD

 

 

Don't be too serious :p

 

 

Time to hide my eyes~~~

 

 

See you xD

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Hahaha. I just love to tease you ne. Night night.

 

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hi sis. How are you today?

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I'll going! Btw maybe you have some colorful festival on September? I'll be there! xD

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Ohoo... Looks like someone is on top of the wrold today. Congratulations, Pie! ^^

 

okay, now I know why it's cold here. Seems like the cold wind came from China.

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Getting a visual fields test... and while I'm waiting I am apparently thinking of the hot yaoi I read before coming here... -_-

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Been awake for 42 hours straight~ Not feeling even the slightest bit sleepy. Gotta be that coffee. It's really affecting me greatly.

 

[h=1]Coffee[/h]Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee

affords. I once read something about coffee. The thing said that coffee is good for you;

it stimulates all the organs.

I thought at first this was a strange way to put it, and not altogether pleasant, but

as time goes by I have found out that it makes sense in its own limited way. I'll tell you

what I mean.

Yesterday morning I went over to see a girl. I like her. Whatever we had going for us

is gone now. She does not care for me. I blew it and wish I hadn't.

I rang the door bell and waited on the stairs. I could hear her moving around upstairs.

The way she moved I could tell that she was getting up. I had awakened her.

Then she came down the stairs. I could feel her approach in my stomach. Every step she

took stirred my feelings and lead indirectly to her opening the door. She saw me and it

did not please her.

Once upon a time it pleased her very much, last week. I wonder where it went,

pretending to be naive.

"I feel strange now," she said. "I don't want to talk."

"I want a cup of coffee," I said, because it was the last thing in the world

that I wanted. I said it in such a way that it sounded as if I were reading her a telegram

from somebody else, a person who really wanted a cup of coffee, who cared about nothing

else.

"All right," she said.

I followed her up the stairs. It was ridiculous. She had just put some clothes on. They

had not quite adjusted themselves to her body. I could tell you about her ****. We went

into the kitchen.

She took a jar of instant coffee off the shelf and put it on the table. She placed a

cup next to it, and a spoon. I looked at them. She put a pan full of water on the stove

and turned the gas on under it.

All this time she did not say a word. Her clothes adjusted themselves to her body. I

won't. She left the kitchen.

Then she went down the stairs and outside to see if she had any mail. I didn't remember

seeing any. She came back up the stairs and went into another room. She closed the door

after her. I looked at the pan full of water on the stove.

I knew that it would take a year before the water started to boil. It was now October

and there was too much water in the pan. That was the problem. I threw half of the water

into the sink.

The water would boil faster now. It would take only six months. The house was quiet.

I looked out the back porch. There were sacks of garbage there. I stared at the garbage

and tried to figure out what she had been eating lately by studying the containers and

peelings and stuff. I couldn't tell a thing.

It was now March. The water started to boil. I was pleased by this.

I looked at the table. There was the jar of instant coffee, the empty cup and the spoon

all laid out like a funeral service. These are the things that you need to make a cup of

coffee.

When I left the house ten minutes later, the cup of coffee safely inside me like a

grave, I said, "Thank you for the cup of coffee."

"You're welcome," she said. Her voice came from behind a closed door. Her

voice sounded like another telegram. It was really time for me to leave.

I spent the rest of the day not making coffee. It was a comfort. And evening came, I

had dinner in a restaurant and went to a bar. I had some drinks and talked to some people.

We were bar people and said bar things. None of them remembered, and the bar closed. It

was two o'clock in the morning. I had to go outside. It was foggy and cold in San

Francisco. I wondered about the fog and felt very human and exposed.

I decided to go visit another girl. We had not been friends for over a year. Once we

were very close. I wondered what she was thinking about now.

I went to her house. She didn't have a door bell. That was a small victory. One must

keep track of all the small victories. I do, anyway.

She answered the door. She was holding a robe in front of her. She didn't believe that

she was seeing me. "What do you want?" she said, believing now that she was

seeing me. I walked right into the house.

She turned and closed the door in such a way that I could see her profile. She had not

bothered to wrap the robe completely around herself. She was just holding the robe in

front of herself.

I could see an unbroken line of body running from her head to her feet. It looked kind

of strange. Perhaps because it was so late at night.

"What do you want?" she said.

"I want a cup of coffee," I said. What a funny thing to say, to say again for

a cup of coffee was not what I really wanted.

She looked at me and wheeled slightly on the profile. She was not pleased to see me.

Let the AMA tell us that time heals. I looked at the unbroken line of her body.

"Why don't you have a cup of coffee with me?" I said. "I feel like

talking to you. We haven't talked for a long time."

She looked at me and wheeled slightly on the profile. I stared at the unbroken line of

her body. This was not good.

"It's too late," she said. "I have to get up in the morning. If you want

a cup of coffee, there's instant in the kitchen. I have to go to bed."

The kitchen light was on. I looked down the hall into the kitchen. I didn't feel like

going into the kitchen and having another cup of coffee by myself. I didn't feel like

going to anybody else's house and asking them for a cup of coffee.

I realized that the day had been committed to a very strange pilgrimage, and I had not

planned it that way. At least the jar of instant coffee was not on the table, beside an

empty white cup and a spoon.

They say in the spring a young man's fancy turns to thoughts of love. Perhaps if he has

enough time left over, his fancy can even make room for a cup of coffee.

-from Revenge of the Lawn

 

 

-Richard Brautigan

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Haha I know. I freaked out on my 5th times trying to log in. Then I found out about it. As for all the credits and other things, I'm not sure about it. Key said that to contact him when I create new account. I relly hope my fanfiction and poems are not lost too.

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@Miss R.E.D || Hmmh, I think that Key said something about connecting the new account to the old account's posts so I think that your fanfictions and poems won't be lost. At least let's hope so. I'm not sure about that.

And I would have freaked out as well, but probably would have never learnt about this "account deletion"-thing because my brain doesn't work too well in those kind of situations lol. I'm happy that yours worked though. Welcome back or something. :)

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Eh? What makes you said that..? Did something happen?

 

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Thank you for the comfort ^^

But still, *ehem* I get vote on the poll again muahaha..

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Haha, newbie-sama is it then lol? I bet that many new people will start to think that you're really a new member because of this new account of yours. Run to the introductions already, newbie-sama~ ;)

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