IE 6-less
Category: Blog/AExA related, Conversations
« æ·lyn » says: http://www.aunexamor.net
« æ·lyn » says: does it scroll horizontally for you?
Tammy says: no. but I am using a 1440 x 900 resolution
« æ·lyn » says: it’s actually scrolling in IE
« æ·lyn » says: i wonder since when…
Tammy says: want me to check on ie?
« æ·lyn » says: i use 1280 x 800
« æ·lyn » says: yeah
Tammy says: hmmm there’s the scroll bar
« æ·lyn » says: this is so strange X_X it wasnt there before
FireFox FTW, Mom speak <3
Category: Conversations, Mom
She’s so adorable.
mom: what did you to my computer
me: nothing! why?
mom: you removed Google
me: what no, just type it in
mom: no it’s not here *shows Quick Launch*
me: just click on the blue E, it’ll go there
mom: but where’s the orange google 1 ?
me: …
me: you mean this one?
me:*drags FireFox down to Quick Launch*
mom: that’s it
me: you’ve always used the orange one?
mom: yeah why
me: nothing, from the start?
mom: mhmm *busily types in recipe sites*
1 Firefox loads Google as its homepage, so she associates it with the browser.
Mom says…
Category: Conversations, Mom, Relations
«|[æ·lyи]|» says:
conversation w/my mom just now«|[æ·lyи]|» says:
mom: i’ll tell you a joke
mom: there’s an eagle
me and sister: yeah..
mom: you know what’s an eagle?
mom: *flaps hands in wing motion*
me and sister: no mom we don’t know, we’re illiterate *sarcasm*
mom: yeah
mom: so, what do you call a sick eagle *big grin*
me: my sister 1
my sister: noo that’s not it
mom: ….
me: …
sister: …
mom: illegal!! (ill - eagle)
sister: HAHAHAH
me: o_o
sister: HAHA
sister: laugh asma laugh
me: haha?
sister: you laugh because it’s lame, not (because it’s) funny
sister: -_-Leo says: LOLLLLLLL
«|[æ·lyи]|» says:
she heard it from a green and yellow worm on TV >.<Leo says:
lmmfaoooooooo«|[æ·lyи]|» says:
hahahaLeo says:
thats so cute
1 I’m always calling my sister every possible thing; it’s second nature now.
Sleepless nights
Category: Conversations, Relations
It’s exactly 4:44 am.
The trouble with sleeping early is waking up at what should be an ungodly hour. The only sounds I hear are the hum of the fridge, the tick tock of a tiny pendulum clock, and the creaks of mom’s bed as she changes her position, unable to sleep.
This sadness is overwhelming.
My brother’s door opens, the old wood protesting loudly against the worn tiles. He moves past me and towards the bathroom. A few minutes later, he heads my way and rests a warm hand on my shoulder.
“You’re awake.”
“I know.”
“You were asleep.”
“I woke up.”
“Go back to sleep.”, he says as he walks away, back into his room.
—
It’s now 5:05 am.
The echoes of his voice still resound in my head.
If it were only that easy, I think.