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A silvery globe, glittering and shiny - held down by a length of pink ribbon, held down, prevented from floating away. It veers left and right, heedless of the little girl holding the other end of the string, bumping against the people to the left and right. With eyes full of wonder and adoration, the little girl withdraws the pink ribbon, pulling the silver balloon towards herself. She looks at her own reflection in the silvered surface, occasionally polishing it with an embarrassed, half hearted gesture.

Sometimes I only remember after lights out. Sometimes I don't remember at all.

What's your story?

what's the point

of me reviewing your paper, editing them, correcting them, inserting comments - when all you do is to "accept all changes" and ignore the comments, then forward them to all the authors for "comments before submission". and when someone points out the same things as I do, you forward me their commented version and ask me to make changes. I read their comments and
HELLO I HAVE ALREADY SAID EXACTLY THE SAME THINGS! JUST BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE A PHD/I WAS NOT INVOLVED IN THE EXPERIMENTS/I AM YOUR SUBORDINATE/I SUPPOSEDLY KNOW NOTHING DOESN'T MEAN THAT YOU CAN IGNORE MY COMMENTS AND THEN TELL ME TO MAKE CHANGES. THERE IS A REASON WHY I PUT THINGS IN COMMENTS... BECAUSE YOU, YES YOU, ARE SUPPOSED TO READ THEM AND DO THE CORRECTIONS YOURSELF. IT'S YOUR EXPERIMENT. IT'S YOUR PAPER. NOBODY ELSE KNOWS WHAT YOU ARE TRYING TO SAY, WHICH OF THE SETS OF CONFLICTING DATA IS CORRECT, WHERE YOU GOT YOUR EQUATION FROM. WHY SHOULD I "DO CORRECTIONS" TO YOUR PAPER AGAIN? YOU ARE PROBABLY GOING TO IGNORE MY COMMENTS AGAIN.

Once in a while I need to type in allcaps.

from Dears by Gackt

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たとえどんなに傷....も
どれだけ傷つくこ...になっても
誰にも僕は止められない

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oh how I love his (MARS live) platinum box CD.

Another grey day in the big blue world

Sakamoto Maaya

And now she wakes to another grey day
In the Big Blue World
And her room's a tiny cage for a golden bird
O where did love go?

And now the baby, that looks like him,
Starts to cry again
And again, again, eternally over again
Do rivers ever end?

Count a thousand drops of rain
Washed down the drain
Is life the same, in a way?

Catch the bus that never comes
Clouds block the sun
Is life the same, in a way?

What will tomorrow bring?
Will birds sing?

And now the flowers in the window box
Seem to bow their heads
As she sits and stares with eyes, sad circles of red
where did love go?

Never a letter or a call
A knock upon the door
So much like life, in a way

Watch the hands move round the clock
Tie time in knots
Life does the same, in a way

What will tomorrow bring?
Will birds sing?

Let the birds sing!

And now she sleeps in an empty bed
Through a starless night
But she dreams of snow-white doves
Bringing branches of love
maybe that's enough

Count a thousand drops of rain
Washed down the drain
Is life the same, in a way?

Catch the bus that never comes
Clouds block the sun
Is life the same, in a way?

Never a letter or a call
A knock upon the door
So much like life, in a way

Watch the hands move round the clock
Tie time in knots
Life does the same, in a way

What will tomorrow bring?
Will birds sing?