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Birthday
• 1992-02-27
Gender
• Female
Location
• My house, in front of my computer...I guess
Member Since
• 2004-12-02
Occupation
• Trying to get Anger Managment, thinking Jakotsu is awesome
Real Name
• Rachael

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Achievements
• After about a year and something...I finally managed to draw Yugi's hair! Also, I forget things very easily... I've actually forgotten things two seconds after saying them
Anime Fan Since
• I liked it when I was younger, and then it seemed as though anime got wiped from the existance of the UK, until they started to show YuGi-Oh! Then I got hooked again.
Favorite Anime
• I like nearly all anime, but to name a few of my favourites it would be Yu-Gi-Oh!, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Noir, One Piece, Rurouni Kenshin, InuYasha and others.
Goals
• Stop forgetting things, think of more random things to say...and oh yes. Build a giant snowman thing that looks like a mecha in my backgarden.
Hobbies
• Getting mad easily, forgetting things all of the time, bopping and singing along to random songs.
Talents
• Uh...forgetting things. Wait a moment...what did I just type. Lemme check....




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myOtaku.com: Serenity Wishes


Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Funeral
Hmph. I guess you're wondering what I mean by funeral. Well, read on. But first, let me tal about my budgie, named Nobby.
I've had Nobby since I was six, and I've nearly had Nobby for 8 years. 8 years...seems a long time, doesn't it? So you can guess he's very old at the moment. Old enough to die...
At the beggining of my summer holidays, Nobby was ill, as you may have read. But he did make a fast recovery.
A few days ago, he came down with the same symptoms. But I thought he would recover.
How wrong I was.
Last night, I was sitting doing my homework, when Nobby fell off his perch. I didn't really bother about that, since he's always doing it. He's done it since he was a chick. But then, he started to run around his cage, from one corner to the next. But on the corner furthest from where I was sitting he stopped moving. He was dead.
I've just buried him in the front garden. I actually almost started to cry. I know it sound stupid, crying over a bird, but I've had him since I was little. He's been like a best friend to me. He's always listenied to what I've had to say, even if it wasn't by choice, and I've learnt him to speak. He's always had something to say, even if it was just tweeting.
But now he's dead, and that's upsetting to me. I did take a photo of him on my mobile (cell phone), but that mobile broke. I took a photo of him on a camera, but it didn't develop. All I have left of him are memories, and a small grave.
The house is far quieter without him around. I miss him already.
But do you know what the scary thing was? No? He died with his eyes ope, looking straight at me, as though a cry for help. But I couldn't give it to him. I was going to make a sprite of him, or something like that, when I relised I couldn't. So all I have is memories.
I suppose Nobby lived for a long time, and was really old. But I feel guilty in some sort of way.
I hope you don't mind me if I be miserable for a few days...

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