Is my brand new header invisible only to me..? ^o)

Is my brand new header invisible only to me..? ^o)
My little sister’s learnt how to count ahead of a hundred. She’s sitting next to me counting [reached 820. concentrtion must not falter] with the greatest look of concentration to have ever appeared on her face. and creased wrinkles on the forehead. Counting on her fingers.
she just reached “ten hundred and one” haha.
You know how you sent in your name age birthdate etc to cartoon Network Birthdy Bash hoping to get a feature on TV, and even daring to wih you’d get one of those special Birthdy Bash packages, but always ending up with sheer disappointment rather than either? Well, worry not, there is hope!
My brother apparently [...]
Gears of war is a game.
Similar to Call of Duty, except you fight strange creatures with different weapons. MOre sci-fi, yes.
It is uber cool.
It is uber cool because it has a cool weapon.
The weapon is a machine-gun-cum-chainsaw which which you shoot/chainsaw your rivals.
Chainsawing is fucking cool.
Chainsawing is fucking cool because everytime you chainsaw a creature, [...]
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My eyesight’s getting worse. Meaning my number’s increasing. Meaning parents aren’t happy. And like all unhappy parents, they look for something to blame. A Reason, see. A necessity of life. The Point of living, none? Go shoot yourself.
And before this pots turns into anything more like my sister’s blog/morbid/wmo, let me get [...]
Miss F: all those videogames of yours.. fighting this one and killing that one and shooting.. it’s so pointless girls..
Me: but they’re not all about shooting and killing..
Miss F: what?
Me: they’re not all about that.. there’s other kinds of games as well.
Miss F: yes, but what would you[a generalised you] pick? obviously tha fighting one na. I [...]
Saad Haroon is going to Lyceum for some meeting thing.
It is quite probable that Saad Haroon goes to Lyceum annually for these visits.
I’m going to Lyceum.
Ramadan has been screwing with Time Schedules. Rozas are crappy, and halfway through i’m desperate for an “accidental” drink of water. Here’s my normal daily routine, in a roza:
5.00 sehri. dont sleep after
7.00 school
2.00 return. goto kitchen. remember am fasting. be exhausted. sleep.
5.00 – 6.00 wake up. sulk. maybe read something crappy to get mind [...]
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The brain on my bag
which I had for a day,
but could not keep much longer
because Yamna took it away.