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Took this test...

You scored 39: Others see you as sensible, cautious, careful & practical. They see you as clever, gifted, or talented, but modest...Not a person who makes friends too quickly or easily, but someone who's extremely loyal to friends you do make and who expect the same loyalty in return. Those who really get to know you realize it takes a lot to shake your trust in your friends, but equally that it takes you a long time to get over it if that trust is ever broken.

Right.

I've come to mourn a special friend...

Beautiful,

Today's the 4th anniversary of your death, my special friend. I still think of you. I've never forgotten you. Even now after only writing these few lines I feel the tears streaking my face. How could I forget you when I can still feel you stop breathing under my hands? When I stroked your hair and looked into your eyes as they lost their light...

Even now, fours years later, I still come home and a secret place in my heart hopes that you'd be waiting there for me. I can see your face in all the familiar places, I have a memory with you for all of them. I loved you so much that the loss of you will never heal. I wish I could think of you without crying my eyes out, but I can't.

I've never finished this painting of you. The day you died I put it away. I haven't looked at your pictures ever since and when our song is on I switch the station. Don't think I do this to erase your memory... no... I do this because I remember too much.

If I have learnt one thing about death then it's that it never stops to hurt. Never ever. You only think about it less often, that's all. But when you do, it's just as present as it was the minute your heart stopped beating.

Often I have wished I could bring you back. The weeks of darkness after you went away I begged and cried, wishing I could see you only once a week, or a month, or a year even! Just see you smile and know you're still a part of me. But then I realized how selfish I was and I let you go. The coldness gripped my heart, because I felt how you truly left me, but I knew it was the right thing. You wanted to go and I let you. That night I dreamt of you, looking at me from across a green meadow, covered with blossoming dandy lion and you nodded at me when you turned to leave. I cried after you, but I did not stop you... I have never dreamt of you again.

I have searched your likeness ever since. I felt guilt when I experienced some pleasure that suddenly was possible without you. I still don't understand how life goes on without you, but it does. I wouldn't have thought it possible. But it's only an "after" never a "new". You will always be the perfect one... I love you...

I have to stop now. I can't see the monitor anymore and I'm shaking all over. But it was necessary. At least once a year I have to face this. I miss you, God, I miss you so much...

I will never forget you.


Silver

In loving memory of Amanda
deceased May 1st 1997, 10:40 AM
Viva in Aeternum, Bella.

Digimon 02 of the Future

This is a screencap of the 50th episode of Digimon 02 that probably was drug-induced, right, Meimi? I mean, look at it! LOL


Taichi, Yamato, Daisuke, Sora, Jyou, Mimi


Takeru, Koushiro, Hikari, Miyako, Ken, Iori

Hard to believe, isn't it? Okay, Yamato and Taichi obviously still are in each other's pants, but Ken!! No way! You don't mean to tell me he's actually marrying Miyako! Ugh! And he's still wearing his school uniform? Yeah right! From bishi to chubby within 10 years, same for Takeru, Jyou goes back to nerdidom... Oh. My. God.

Anyway, I was certain that this has got to be a mistake and I rectified it! I give you, Jyou and Izumi of the future: ^_^


This makes sense actually! Not too long ago I was musing about the possible hair color of a Koushirou child. Blue... red... hehehe (yeah, I know...)

We wouldn't want to believe some of the things we saw there, so we decided it must be some kind of scifi-nightmare-alien-sucked-your-brain-horror-scenario that gets resolved by someone waking up from a terrible dream. And it goes like this.

Yamato: AAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!
Taichi: *groans* Mato-chan... sleep, man, you've kept me up all night.
Yamato: God! I had a nightmare!
Taichi: *rolls on his back* What?
Yamato: I dreamt that... that my hair looked AWFUL in the future and you were a lot cuter than I am!
Taichi: Huh? *sits up, grins* Well, I already am, no?
Yamato: *whacks him*

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Ken: AHHHHHHH!!! *bolts up in bed and shudders in horror*
Takeru: Ken? What's wrong? *rubs Ken on the back in concern*
Ken: *still gasping* I had the most horrible nightmare. *buries his face in his hands*
Takeru: *thinks it's a throwback from the Kaiser days* Do you want to talk about it?
Ken:*looks up at Takeru with a wild look in his eyes* It was terrible! We were all grown up and I was married to Miyako with 2.5 kids! My hair was poofy and I was plump!!! *sobs in Takeru's lap*
Takeru: *hugs Ken and blinks* Uh.... ohkay.
Ken: *glares at Takeru* You were pudgy too.
Takeru: Oooiiii.
(courtesy of Meimi-chan)

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Iori: AAAAAAAAH!!!!
Jyou and Izumi: *shoot upright* What? What? What???
Iori: I had a dream! I dreamt that I was grown up and all athletic and handsome.
Jyou: *yawns* So?
Iori: I WOKE UP!!!!

hahaha