The Eleventh Hour

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Remember this day.
Remembrance Day.
For the fallen.
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Never imagined actually tapping on my keyboard and then "blogging" something.

Right, let's get down to the funny business, shall we?

So, it's actually worth it to go on a Sunday to look for a hard anodised wok. With bloody grooves too... GAWD! That is so unbelieveable. Well, it doesn't matter now, since we've bought it. That is just... urgh...

Oh, yeah, met another classmate, from the gang of four "Cheena" girls. I'll get smacked in the face for this later. No matter. That makes two-fourths, or 50% of the quartet. Cute.

My feet are killing me. Need to rest. Really.

~ Lyne

All Souled Out

All Souls' Day. Day of the Dead? Zombies!

I dunno. Been like forever since I last posted. So let's see...

(1) If blogger can actually allow me to post, like say, some time this year? If you are reading this, well good for you me, something still works.

(2) My computer is pooned. Everything that should not go wrong, does. So, if I am offline for far too long between hiatuses (such a word?), then something has gotten FUBAR in an old desktop.

(3) I am a Gym Junkie... which is absolute bullshit. But if you must care, I have gone down some ten kilos. It was a long and hard journey, but I am alive. But I do not have the time to live.

(4) Sean Bean. He rocks my world, along with the rest of my common senses and my hormones. (Damn the female biological clock.) So if I say, I have a man on my mind, know that he is right in my primal procreation priority list. Did I say that out loud?

Lyne is alive, but at the mercy of temperamental technology.

Out.