Today I combed my hair backwards, regardless of results. The next time I looked at myself in the mirror, some hours later, I found out that it looked as if I had this on my head:
Month: January 2004
Long time, no see. Let’s see what it brings.
1. What does it say in the signature line of your emails?
Nothing. However, I used to have an email address with the following quote in the signature line:
“You nearly had me roped and tied, altar-bound, hypnotized,
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear ‘You’re a butterfly,
And butterflies are free to fly, fly away, high away, bye-bye.” –Elton John
I was 14 by then.
2. Did you have a senior quote in your high school yearbook? What was it? If you haven’t graduated yet, what would you like your quote to be?
“We’re not learning to be architects, or painters, or writers. We’re learning to be. That’s all.” –Sir Paul McCartney
3. If you had vanity plates on your car, what would they read? If you already have them, what do they say?
It would say “MSKITE” or some interesting word, like “VORTEX” or “OKASHI”. Once I saw one that read “AFRICA.” I thought that was really cool. I don’t like those that say “HOTCHK” or something equally stupid…
4. Have you received any gifts with messages engraved upon them? What did the inscription say?
Yeah, my fountain pen. It says “Olavia Kite.”
5. What would you like your epitaph to be?
I have no idea.
My race against Japanese illiteracy has begun.
This is Melissa Donile. Don’t ask me how I got her picture. I’m sure I can get yours if I just devote enough time.
I’m writing about her because I haven’t answered the letter she sent me for my birthday. I know. I’m a despicable being. I AM!!! I know I’m an ungrateful person. I take ages to write back! It’s awful!
I met Melissa in my Spanish Conversation Table at Loras College, during the spring. She was so witty, it was so much fun to talk to her! I have some pictures of her and Minori (yeah, Minori went to my table too), and I confess I do miss her. I don’t know why I am so careless about never losing touch and all that stuff. I believe myself so busy when I’m actually wasting time. Wasting precious seconds that cost friendships.
One of these days I’ll write Melissa the letter she must be waiting for. In fact, I should write all the letters I never wrote instead of staying behind the bars of this blog. It will be like taking that final flight after so many years of frightful isolation within my own house.