My uncle Dip's son was killed yesterday.

Their only son.

18.

Studying medicine.

Only home for Christmas.

Stabbed to death.

...

Yesterday, if you asked me if I still wanted to go home I would've said yes. Hell, I used to daydream about raising my own family in Trinidad, even after the ballooning wave of crime hit closer and closer to home. Heh, that's me... ever the optimist.

...

I am not coming home.

That place isn't home anymore.

That's my girl.

It was a good day, 'nuff said (for now).

Frostbyte's root FTP password may have been compromised and I am going to change it immediately, I will set all you guys up with personal FTP accounts to access your directories then change the master password. This will require you to change the FTP information in your Blogger etc. accounts, I'm sorry for the inconvenience but like Stefan's bad luck rubbed off... my laptop was stolen yesterday.

Update: E-Mails sent. If you didn't receive it let me know.

The ever so soft, comfy, and treasured pillow in the shape of Wolverine's head that Lisa gave me in Canada when I turned like 17 or so... is no more.

Gentle cycle wasn't gentle enough, he tore by his mouth... it looked like he threw up his insides. I am not happy, in fact me and happy are officially broken up. I loved that fucking thing.

I've got him in two bags next to the laundry basket, and I don't know what to do. Material's too thin and polyester-ish too sew back, plus his eyes kind of got eaten away... searches on Froogle and eBay have turned up zip.

Does anything last...?

Why don't you bastards HAVE wishlists? I look specifically to Rossi and Krystle when I say this... Update: AND ARTHUR.

And those of you that do... 9 freaking pages? *collapses*

No matter, this is a PSA that the Gosine/Yee Ken household will be boycotting presents this year, except for Louis, who will be getting... uh... litter and the general necessities of life =)

Okay fine, maybe a few presents may slip out, but they'll all be her doing, not mine.

If only I could wrap up the love ;) *oozing sincerity*

*chocking on said sincerity*

Ahem.

Seriously though, have a great Christmas guys. Considering this may be my only post for the season (I hope not, but know better), I want you all to know you'll be missed (whether you freakin' believe it or not), and I look forward to the year I can gather 'round a tree with those closest and dearest... and see Stef open up the box of tangerine edible underwear (with flavour crystals!) from his Secret Santa.

Good times, good times are a coming!

Hoo-flippin-zah.

There's a lot I want to say, but I'll only say happy birthday.

Okay so I lied.

Busy blah blah blah, honestly, history has shown (with some notable exception) that Chan is way too nice to me. I usually don't deserve it, let's hope she never wises up ;)

bon anniversaire

Note: les menaces ne sont pas nécessaires. Not after that anyway. Like I said, way too nice.