These Autumn Days...

I forgot to post this. This is an unripened persimmon from the tree in my backyard! -Almost- kept it as a pet. *shifty eyes*

I love games like this! Hard-earned victories are the most satisfactory. And as Dizzeh mentioned in the chat, look at the kills/deaths score. o_o Oh oh and I have the least deaths and most assists. *wink, nudge nudge* Eh eh? :P

So. I finally made a "Rogue" playlist. Oh and I added Set the Fire to the Third Bar to the list too, because that's Rogue's favourite Snow Patrol song... that's when I knew that I had done something right in life... loool. ONE DAY EVERYONE SHALL BE LOVERS OF SNOW PATROL, BUT GARY LIGHTBODY BELONGS TO ME!... Anywhoo, thanks Rogue for your very good moosic! (Also, a Jay Chou song playing ftw. I haven't listened to Chinese songs in a long while. It was nice.)

My mom and I have been in a biscotti-making fever. This is the third batch we've made. :O I think from afar, this picture looks like the underside of a starfish, lol.

Une jeune fille

"Il  y a une jeune fille, qui habite dans mon coeur

C’est un lieu où la lumière ne pénètre plus  

Et elle veut la liberté  

… elle attend encore."

Happy Halloween!

Colourless.

Coloured! Tjoe is a vampire, Nick is kitty cat, I am a witch, Rogue is a pirate, Squidy is a ghost, Dizzeh is Frankenstein, and introducing Dan, a quokka, as a pumpkin. :) I didn't really assign anyone with a particular costume. I just brainstormed a bunch of common costumes and just imagine each of us in one. And voila! Oh and I made the colours extremely muted... just because. Lol.

First game on Halloween, each of us with skins that we gifted with each other. :) We. Look. Amazing. Oh and we won!

In other news, I finally got a pentakill, lol! Yes, it's bots, but YES.

I'm a mime this Halloween because I'm lazy. And of course it calls for some camwh*ring. :P Because I haven't been this made up in a long while, lol.

Much love to everyone!

The Dust Specks in Sunlight

The morning sun peeks through the blinds, wanting in,
I reach my hands up and dance with swirling specks of dust,
Mindlessly, like a headless animal cracker,
Wandering and wondering, a roundabout,
I want to speak but there's a glass shard in my mouth,
And these words find no exit out;
These thoughts fade like fabric in years of sun,
Gossamer dreams that are never within reach...
The morning sun peeks through the blinds, wanting in.