Home sweet home T__T

*STONE*

I just spent my whole night last night and my whole day today (which started at 5pm) playing pokefuckingmon.

DAMN LIFELESS WEI.

I should be doing my programming assignment which is due at 11.59pm tomorrow but instead I'm rotting away on the laptop, desperately searching for ANYTHING else to do.

I just searched AirAsia and the cheapest ticket I can find is 269$ which is still bloody expensive - 800+rm.

Of course, I can just work 14 hours (less than 2 days work) to cover that expense. I am willing to pay that amount to go home early.

My mom said she bought my ticket for the 26th of June already, but I've trawled through her AirAsia mails and account and found nothing. Maybe she was mistaken?

Tried texting her to skype me, but for some reason it's not going through.

I feel a bit guilty just THINKING about buying a new ticket. Even though I'm going to pay for it myself, it's still wasting my mom's money, which is limited.

But I really really really want to go home. I'm dying here at Melbourne. Life isn't hard. Life is easy. TOO easy. I'm BORED TO DEATH.

I just found out that my semester actually ends on the 28th of May, and NOT June. Whatthefuckthissucksman. The whole of June is allocated for exams - which guess what? I ONLY HAVE ONE!

The timetable is coming out on the 3rd, so I'm anxiously waiting for it's release and praying REALLY REALLY REALLY (oh god I've been good luck please favour me) hard that it's in the first week of June. Then I can go home and celebrate my birthday with all my loved ones. *__*

I still remember last year's celebration. Celebrated with mostly my sister's friends (none of whom I'm close to) and 5 of my new classmates (only one of which that I'm close to) and a bottle of Absolut.

I was really touched that my friends bought me this huge fancy chocolate cake and all, but you know, nothing beats celebrating your special day with the people you're closest to.

Not to mention, 1.5 cups of Absolut had one of my extremely alcohol-intolerant friends screaming and kicking on the floor hysterically for more alcohol. (She had another half shot and was promptly sent to bed.)

I, on the other hand, was rolling around on the bed giggling incoherently and hyperventilating while on the phone with my boyfriend. (That was after 3 consecutive ice-less shots of peach vodka.) Then I decided to sleep cause I didn't like the dizzy feeling. Then I woke up, ran to the bathroom and threw up into the toilet bowl. Then I went back to sleep.

What a night, huh? I didn't even get round to cutting the cookie cake my sis bought for me. What a shame -__-

This year, if all goes well, I may be celebrating my 19th birthday with my friends and family. Maybe a day out with mom and Sam, then off to clubbing with Viv and then going home and hugging my bony boyfriend to sleep.

Sounds much better than doing shots with classmates in my apartment huh?

I blame Viv lor! She keeps harassing me to come back earlier and making Msia sound so much funner than Melbourne. -___- I already wanted to come home earlier, and now I feel like I HAVE to come home earlier or perish of loneliness and boredom.

Seriously, what am I going to do when classes finish on the 28th of May? I'd like to work, but it's only 20 freaking hours a week (maximum allowed with a student visa), which is only 2 and a half days. What am I going to do with the other 4.5 days?

Shop? I've shopped in every affordable and convenient place in Melbourne already. I don't feel like taking a 45 min train ride just to go shopping in some expensive mall in the suburbs.

Game? Please. I'd rather game in Msia where there's no lag. Oh CS how I miss thee! *___*

Go clubbing? Er, no thanks. If it's not free, I'm not going. And the only club-worthy friend I have NEVER gets drunk. Which means, I'd be the only doing the chicken dance and rolling on the dancefloor swinging head around singing. Awkward much?

Well, it's still awkward even with a friend, but at least you get to share the shame. :)

And I'm sure she will want to flirt and dance with boys, and I DON'T want to, so who am I going to dance with? I can't very well hog her the whole night, that would be ridiculously selfish.

Much as I'd like to join in the fun and flirt, I just can't imagine myself disrespecting my boyfriend that way. I know he trusts me and all, but I'm sure it would hurt his feelings if I do - and I'm not willing to do that just to drunkenly dance with some random horny guys in a club for a night.

I'd rather stay home and play CS with retardbengs than do that. And that's saying a lot.

Ha. That reminds me of the night I was such a spoilsport at Maison. I blatantly refused to dance with any guys although I was high and came alone...and I just kept waggling my finger at them like a scolding schoolteacher, shaking my head and tottering away unsteadily in search of more ice cubes to crunch.

I also vaguely remember elbowing some guy on the dancefloor who hugged me from behind. I don't know what happened to him. Poor guy. After all, I guess he'd expect that a girl alone on the dancefloor in a club would be single, obliging and high. How unlucky of him to stumble upon a very stubborn, taken and violent girl. (With bony elbows too.)

Hmm. I digressed again. Back to the point.

If I come home early, that means I'd have plenty of time to get my long overdue driving license. YAY?

And I'd have more precious time to spend with Sam. Now that he's working I only have his nights and weekends and that will never be enough! No!

I also want to go camp at some cc and play CS until I fall asleep. I want to go and find Helyna (until now also belum -_-) and game/bkt with her in Klang. I want to stone at home.

I would rather do nothing at home in Malaysia than do nothing in my apartment at Melbourne. This is because:

1. I can escape the chilling winter. I HATE THE COLD.

2. I can entertain my mom, who's home alone with nothing much to do but watch TV and make jewellery.

3. Shopping in Msia is generally 1/3 the cost.

4. There is a much higher chance of my friends asking me to go out (as compared to here, where I only go out with Amanda.)

5. I can play the piano, I can play with my dogs, I can play CS.

6. Boyfriend! Need I say more?

DAMMIT. I can't wait for my timetable to come out. PLEASE LET IT BE IN THE FIRST WEEK OF JUNE.

Please let mom be mistaken about the fact that she bought my ticket already.

Please let me earn some AUD before I go back home.

Please. Please. Please.

Amen.

Over/under

Was reading Cosmo when I came across an article: "Your body naked - How you see it and how men see it." Or something like that la. It's some article to convince women to not be so critical about our bodies and that men really don't notice or care about your flaws all that much.

I flipped open to read it, eager to see what people thought about skinny bodies with small boobs.

And guess what? ALL of them were of overweight women with/without huge boobies. -__-

So basically they were implying that being overweight is the only confidence issue women have. How about us underweight folks?

I know you girls will wave your hand dismissively or snort in derision - "Shut up la. So skinny still wanna complain. Diam diam lah!"

I find it incredibly biased. I see the point you're trying to make and I agree completely - I'd rather be the size I am now, skin, bones and all, rather than be an obese person.

However, we underweight people also suffer from body image issues - whether it is as severe as those of the overweight people, I don't know. I have never been overweight (after 4 years old) so I cannot judge. For the same reason, I feel that you girls who think that you're too fat shouldn't judge us either and dismiss our worries as unimportant.

You say "just eat more la? What bullshit problem cannot gain weight. Just EAT only la!"

It's not as easy as you think. If I could eat more I certainly would. I'm not anorexic nor bulimic so I'm not modifying my diet in any way that makes me unable to gain weight.

I am just not hungry, ok? You say alright, one extra slice of cake won't do me on harm, right? Just eat it la. But the fact is, I'm already full to the point of nausea. I feel like bursting just by imagining that slice of cake going down my throat.

Overweight people probably have either one of these:

1. Lifestyle problem

2. Appetite problem

3. Gene problem

Well, guess what? Underweight people have the same problems too. So if you say it's SOOOO hard to lose weight, you should understand that we have just as hard a time gaining weight as you are trying to do the opposite.

Just eat la! How about you just stop eating la?

Is it all that hard to stop your hand from shovelling that extra cookie into your mouth? We have a similar problem, I have a cookie in my hand but instead of having the urge to stuff my face with it, I have the urge of dumping it back into it's container.

I feel full just looking at it.

You may complain about side cleavage or muffin tops, I complain about stick-like wrists and knobbly knees. Neither are attractive in our own eyes.

If you're self-conscious about whether guys find you attractive, these are the main things that come to mind when it comes to women's bodies:

1. Boobs

2. Ass

3. Legs

I am lucky enough to have the saving grace of having long legs, albeit with mismatched lengths and a slight boniness around the knee.

But I do miss out on having boobs and butt. Until now I still feel so much less feminine than my peers because I basically have a boy's silhouette.

Sometimes, when I go out with a group of friends of both sexes, I don't truly identify myself with either side. It feels like I'm sitting between the lines of the manly man and the womanly woman.

I'd love to be able to wear what I like. I don't want to wear singlets - I may have gained 5kg over the years (only) but my collarbones and still collect rainwater.

My shoulder blades protrude out the end. During bad periods of time, I can see my sternum between my boobs if I stretch backwards. My ribs are visible beneath my skin. My knees stick out. My wrists are smaller and flatter than a 6 year-olds. My butt is round but barely there. On bad days my cheekbones protrude - coupled with dark circles under my eyes I look like a druggie. Strapless dress fall off if they aren't elastic. Hip bones poke clearly through soft/thin material.

There's such a long list of insecurities I couldn't name them all now.

Sometimes I look at girls who complain that they are fat and I feel like remarking sorely that they have awesome boobs and a jeans-worthy ass. But I don't because that would be a social faux pas - you're just supposed to sympathize with them and say 'oh no you're not fat at all!' If I do either, I'm still labelled as the lansi skinny chick trying to patronize everyone with her epic skinniness.

Grr, the double standards sometimes.

Luckily my bf doesn't really mind what shape or size I am. (But how can he, since he's so bony as well? HAHA)

Most days I don't have an issue with my body, but you know some days you wake up having an 'ugly day' and the rest of the day you mope internally about how you aren't as gorgeous as you'd like to be.

I'm actually pretty happy with the way I look, but not completely satisfied.

I also read in the Cosmo article that taking the Pill causes instant weight gain of about 5 kg. Talk about taking the easy way out. And I don't even have to worry about pregnancy should an accident happen.

But I don't wanna take it. I have this (probably irrational) fear that I'll become infertile if I'm on the Pill for too long.

On the plus side, the Pill helps reduce period pain - mine are so severe that I'm reduced to semi-paralysis in a pool of tears occasionally. I also heard it clears up your complexion - but I'm not as worried about this as I once was. Pimples come pimples go; as long as they don't scar me it's okay.

I don't even know what's the point of this post. Maybe just a rant to make myself feel better on an Ugly Day. Maybe to express my annoyance over the double standards for underweight and overweight people.

Anyhow, I see some people who eat roughly the same amount as I do, but have no problems gaining weight. Mine can spike like 2kg and vanish when I wake up the next morning. I don't know if the scale is crazy or whether calories evaporate through my pores.

DAMMIT.

/hunts for snack

Just came back from Kota Kinabalu, where my oldest cousin finally married his high-school sweet heart. *dreamy sigh*

The wedding was done Western-style - the ceremony and dinner was supposed to be held on the beach, but alas!

Stormy weather!

So we had it indoors but it was amazing nonetheless. :)

Awwww it was so romantic la...makes me wish my wedding day would come earlier. *__* Which probably explained why I was the only person who chased after the bride's bouquet after her toss missed the whole crowd of girls.

My aunt picked it up, intending to hand it to my sister, but since I eagerly ran forward she gave it to me and I hoisted it high in triumph!

Kidding. I just took a picture with the bride, who proclaimed that her wedding dress was now mine to wear for my own wedding. WOW! I love the dress, its so pretty *__*

Afterwards, the bride and groom and some of the guests (40 people only) got a little bit high and started dancing and doing some raunchy stuff.

OH and they had the garter-removing ceremony that I like so much! Traditionally, the bride wears a garter (a band of fabric normally used to hold stockings up) around her thigh underneath her wedding gown. After the wedding, the groom is supposed to slide the garter of her leg with his teeth, signifying the end of the bride's virginity. *__*

My other cousin whispered to me that she could see her pepet and that luckily she had a brazilian wax WTF HAHA. Then the bride pula was saying really loudly that she wasn't wearing a bra etcetc WTF I dowanna get high on my wedding wei!

Anyway after that someone stuffed the removed garter down the front of the groom's pants and the bride had to remove it with her teeth. AHAHA looks so obscene, and it took so long too -______-

After that the groom did a lap dance for the bride where he unbuttoned his shirt before finishing it. Then the 80-year-old grandma shouted:

"THAT'S IT? TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT!"

LOLOL what la these people rawkzors la. 80-years-old wei, no joke.

Entahlah, but I really enjoyed the wedding la, it's so much more fun that the usual waiting-forever-for-the-next-dish-to-come, 150 yamsengs from 150 tables and the old fart karaoke session at the end.

Did I mention we had barbeque dinner? Oh yes, lamb with mint gravy and cheese-stuffed sausages. I LOVE I LOVE YES YES!

Okay, I want my wedding to be something like this one la. :D:D:D

Pretty pretty family pic ^__^ Yes the dress code was white - I'm going to have a dress code for my wedding too so watch out la. I'm going to make you all dress as HoN heroes or in a CS outfit of your choice to celebrate how Sam and I met - through gaming ~_~

HAHA just kidding. But maybe la. See first. :P

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Retail Therapy

Went shopping with Amanda and Jen on Friday after school, although I felt physically and emotionally exhausted. After all, isn't shopping the miracle female cure-all? (Although it's likely to be only temporary; effect reversed after checking your bank balance.)

Bought very un-Stephanie like clothes to wear back in Malaysia. Can't wear them now cause it's still cold out and the clothes are bloody thin/short.

Bought:

A casual plain black strapless cotton summer dress - $7.50

Description is deceiving. So long but the dress is plain nia.

A pair of shorts in a beautiful bluey-green with minimal magenta trim - $8

Most expensive but it fits me so well I couldn't help it. I'm still a US size 0 -_- Amanda wanted it and found it initially so I felt a bit bad running off with it gleefully but it wasn't her size anyway oh well.

2 thin cotton halter tops with lace trim at the bottom - 2 x $5 = $10

I started showing interest in halter/sleeveless tops once I discovered putting on weight hid most of my awful poky collarbones. I still look skinny but not emaciated anymore so whattheheck lots of Msians are skinny anyway so why can't I wear them also?

Bought one white one black and I love them, though I have no idea what to wear them with.

A silver and black hairband - $3

Don't normally wear elastic hairbands cause they normally give me headaches, but this was so pretty and cheap and $2.95 - yea fell for the 'didn't round up' marketing shit - and I could share it with Den anyway so it's worth it.

2 sets of bikini ties - 2 x $1 = $2

So pointless but so cute! They're actualy bikini ribbons that you add on to your bikini - 1 in the middle of the top and 1 for each side of the bottom. Decoration ma.

Then I totally forgot that my bikini bottom is the skirt type and so I couldn't tie them on anyway. =_= And also the top was too thick and the ribbon couldn't go round BLABLABLA abcde.

Tied them on Sheepy and Butt and they look adorable so whatever la. Can put on my new hairband also haha.

And.....

That brings the total amount of damage of to: $30.50

But I rounded up most of the prices so it's likely to be 29-something.

So much stuff for under $30! I damn pro wei. I calculated the shit without discount (also rounded up) and it totals $157

Got mom's jeans genes la. :)

A while back I also bought a beautiful off-white spring coat for $20 and knee-high faux leather boots for $40.

HAPPY STEPH! :D

Luckily I have Amanda who's willing to shop all the time and actually buys stuff instead of looking.

Shopping alone or with a relentless window-shopper = a bit sien after a while.

Yay for Amanda! Yay for shopping!

Bwahahaha.

I want a new phone

Yes, I have changed a lot in the past few months.

For one, my blog titles no longer have cryptic meanings or witticisms. They're just...what I want to say. I'm far too lazy to think up something fitting or clever and no one every reads the title anywayyyyy.

For another, I used to say that phones are not important - but now YES THEY ARE LA. I mean I don't text like crazy or even call much but the thought of not having a phone now makes me shud-d-d-d-er. D:

How is Sam going to call me leh? :(

Anyway, my mom bought me my first ever phone...my OWN phone, not a hand me down, that is...in January 2008. I chose the black Ericsson w910i.

I still love it until now. But sadly, it shuddered and died in my hands a mere 2 weeks upon my arrival in Melbourne. So yeah, I'm stuck using the free phone my sis got for mom with my 2-year phone contract - an Ericsson 595.

And it is ugly. Like. Shit.

Heavy, ugly, laggy, small screen.

What else could I ask for in a phone? I mean, seriously.

._. Lyk omgwtfbbqs its lyk da best phone evahhhsss!

The things I look for in a phone:

1. Slide design

2. Sturdy keypad

3. Doesn't lag

4. Big screen

5. Light

6. Slim

7. Fairly good camera - 5 mp and above, preferably, for those on-the-go shots

And I was surfing the Sony Ericsson website to hunt for a new phone when I stumbled upon this:

WTF SEXY OK?

It's meets all my criteria except for the light and slim part, but HELL YEAH SEXY OVERRULES ANY OTHER DESIGN FLAWS OK?

Hell, it's so sexy it didn't even get assigned a letter+number, but it got an actual NAME ok!

Sony Ericsson Aino.

Aino aino aino woaini T_T

First time I ever thought a white phone was sexy. I normally like bronze or black. *_*

/drool.

I would ask mommy to buy it for my 18th birthday but

1. she already bought me a SECRET present (oh please not a Lamaze musical octopus x_x I actually got that last year ok. Together with a 300rm Borders gift cardm but yeah. Infant educational toy. Hm.)

2. it's not released yet.

3. it looks expensive.

I guess I could survive with the fugly 595 for now.

It's uglier than it looks here, trust me.

If only it were another colour or design then I might not hate it as much.

Wow, look. Huge improvement! In a girly way la. Typical boys ignore this please.

...WHY NAVY BLUE LA?

It brings back memories of my primary school days. No fun at all.

Many thanks to the bf for offering to fix his old Ericsson P1i so I can use it for the timebeing. :) He got iPhone edi wei! Yao yeng :O

I would like an iPhone too, but I think it's overpriced and I like traditional keypads. Don't get me wrong, I fancy touchscreens too, but I think it's really inconvenient for under-the-table texting or music control.

(AINO HAS BOTH TOUCHSCREEN AND KEYPAD)

I digress.

Anyway, to make the P1i usable, he has to reformat the Windows - meaning the memory will be wiped, along with all our precious memories and texts.

T_T

It wouldn't be so sad if I still had them in my phone. But yeah, my phone died even earlier than his. =_=

Awww. :(

By the way, his first sms to me was at 4 am in the morning while he was hunched over a toilet bowl - to tell me he had too much to drink and was happily puking.

Okay. I exaggerated.

I don't think he was happy while puking.

Anyway, sad laaaa. :(

I know, how often are we going to go back and read those thousands of messages anyway?

But it still makes me a little bit sad to think they will be obliterated FOREVERRRRR.

Sniff.

I want a new phone.

/whines

Ai-no ai-no ai-no!

(Chant like the old Eno commercial)

iSuck!

Today I did one of the silliest things I have done in a long while.

This morning afternoon, I woke up with an impulse to CLEAN CLEAN CLEAN (wow looks like I have potential to be a good housewife after all) so I cleaned my laptop screen, my keyboard, put clothes in the washing machine, vacuumed the rooms, changed the sheets, tranferred the clothes t the dryer, vacuumed my bedsheet (too lazy to change HAHA.)

After all this, I was very irritated to find that 30 minutes after cleaning my keyboard, there was DUST again.

ARGH.

I had just finished cleaning up my table, and I noticed that there were crumbs on it. Being too lazy to wipe, I whipped the head off the vacuum cleaner and started sucking up the potato chip bits like how I sucked up 100s of ants that day.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck me!

Why not vacuum my keyboard?

I know hardware shops sell cans of compressed air to blow the dust out of the keyboard and various nooks and crannies in your hardware, but then you'd still have to clean up the dirt that falls out at the end.

With the vacuum cleaner (with its flat head off) I could just suck out all the dirt and dust and that's it, end of story!

Gleefully, I waved the sucking machine about an inch over the keyboard, marvelling as the bits of dust flew into the tube without resistance, like a human floating up and into a summoning alien spaceship.

Okay.

Anyway, I was just congratulating myself over my ingenious idea when a loud POP startled me out of my reverie.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck!

A glowing blue cavity stared at me where my 'End' key used to be.

It glared, like a disembodied soul would at the person who ripped it from it's physical being.

Shit.

Kicking the 'off' button on the vacuum cleaner I got on my knees and started patting the machine all over to find out how to open it.

Finally, I gave the tube's head a sharp twist and it came off.

I flipped the cover open and stared into a gaping hole - the hole of the vacuum bag introducing me to its inhabitants: dust, hair, crumbs and dead ants.

And somewhere in its belly, part of my precious birthday present from my boyfriend.

@#&^@$

With that thought propelling me and overcoming my disgust, I took the bag out to the balcony (don't worry, Den) and started poking into the forbidding hole, prodding around for a hard objects, hoping that vengeful ants who somehow managed to survive to weeks in an oxygen-deprived environment wouldn't rear up and attack their captor with their formidable mandibles.

Realising it wouldn't do me any good poking around blindly, I started grabbing the bag and feeling it around thoroughly like a horny Achmed and his 70 beautiful (FEMALE) virgins.

Eureka! My fingers pinched something hard and angular.

Without hesitation, I plunged a pair of fingers into the opening directly at the spot where I felt the object.

Angels sang and rainbows appeared as I held up my prize - an 'End' key, wrapped in hair and covered in dust and god knows what else.

Shit. It looked like it had been in there for YEARS, not mere minutes.

It was wrapped around thoroughly with hair and had dust in its every cavity. It took me a while to free it of its bondages and I rushed it to the bathroom where I revived the dying victim with cold water and tender loving care.

T__________T

Patting the key dry with tissue, I pressed it into its rightful place in the keyboard. 'End' looked like it had been there all the while and not, instead, been through such a terrifying and traumatic ordeal.

Staring at my wholesome keyboard, I debated whether to tell my boyfriend about the incident or not.

Would he find it amusing?

Or would he be horrified at what I put his expensive present through?

I told him and he laughed. :)

That's a winner for you, folks!

By the way I don't think I've shown you guys pics of my Lycosa yet, so here you go. ^_^ Took them ages ago but had no reason to post them up, until now!

Accidents are powerful catalysts, indeed.

Sexy backlit beast. *purr*

Razer logo on the multimedia touchscreen. :)

You can control your media player from here, no need to open it and change songs/volume or play/pause manually. ^_^

You can also turn the backlight on/off/WASD gaming cluster.

WASD gaming cluster. :) Cool, huh?

Doncha wish your boyfriend was awesome like mine?
:P

Oh no :(

See, this is what happens when you attempt a long distance relationship: People try to steal your boy! T_T


To be his gay partner summore. Sigh. :(

Anyway, today I went for my first field trip of the year - only one week into uni! - and we walked down Flinders Street which is really really pretty and has this really classic European shopping arcade and tiny little cafes everywhere. If any of you ever come to Melbourne, I'm dragging you there to have lunch. :D

After that, we crossed the Yarra river and walked to Federation Square and did our first gallery tour - we have to write a gallery review later. -_- Ah. I have no idea how, but as you all know I'm pretty eloquent in my bullshitting so there shouldn't be much of a problem. ^_^

We only toured the collection of Rosalie Gascoigne - omg I almost typed Miranda Cosgrove again I don't know WHY but her name keeps popping into my head whenever I'm trying to recall the name of the artist. =_=

Miranda Cosgrove - Nickelodeon kid

Anyway Rosalie was this Aussie with a French surname who was born in 1917 and reached her peak of creativity around 57/58 years old. Her husband was a scientist - a serious astronomer - and she lived on a mountain in Canberra and worked as a housewife.

Then she started walking around the bushes nearby and began to collect junk and created her artwork. O_O I have pictures but they're pretty crappy - no flash and I hurried cause there were so many other students waiting to take pics too. Not gonna upload today, gonna use up our bandwidth limit - the meter resets tomorrow so I may upload then if I feel like it. :P

When I first walked in, I was every bit the skeptical left-brainer - you call this art? Wtf.

Then, I slowly got into the artsy mood and I came out going oohhhh ahhhh coollll. O_O I could see her evolve from putting together little bits dolls heads and cans to bits of signboards and zinc boards to make pieces that looked remarkably like paintings from a distance.

Whoa.

Ok, most of you aren't going to understand a word I say or how I felt - maybe perhaps Ling so I'll stop babbling. :D

On another note...I WANT THIS:


SO PRETTY OK?
Shitty Razer makes such pretty products that make me drool. @(&#^@*&#

The Lycosa already looked pretty damn yeng with its electric blue backlit buttons (oh yes I find backlit keyboards pretty damn cool) and its media control.

WOWOW no longer need to tab out to control iTunes. O_O!

And the WASD backlit could be pretty handy though for those late night CS sessions where I don't want the whole freaking keyboard glowing at me. Or maybe I'll just keep the room light on. XD

And now they have the mirror edition with a glossy finish. WA. They really know how to appeal to female geeks. O_O *gleam*

But I do have some concerns over fingerprints and smudging. -_- I sometimes like to apply lotion while at the keyboard so yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaa that may be a problem.

EITHER WAY.
Mirror edition or not, Lycosa...MINE PLEASE!

*hint hint to mommy*
Psssst, 18th birthday. I don't want a car XD

Bf not allowed to buy.
Surprise me please? :P