Lia.

Then can you consider Pikachu or Jirachi? I AM the person in question, so I get to override the 'No argument' rule.

NO. I do NOT accept that. And being the person in question, I get to override the rule.

I can never understand why I'm never in any personification thread. DX

For me: or or No other suggestions. :V

Ice

I missed you too! <3 How have you been?

*pokes*

Yes, you. :V

This sounds exciting ^ Plus, there are 300+ Pokémon, so we can't actually leave out any active member.

I wish people actually liked and respected me for me.

But isn't that Nasi Lemak? I thought so...

Jovan! *hugs*

KtPT x Nur!

Dear Anonymous, That isn't true. Some people do actually care. Don't be upset, cuz everything will turn out alright in the end. Signed, Anonymous.

I found out that I should stop procrastinating.

this quote ^

Nasi Lemak... Rice, Luncheon Meat, Peanuts and Otah.

I hate when the internet refuses to load pages quickly. and when Pokémon Indigo traded the wrong Dialga. D:

I learnt that the internet connection here isn't as good as I thought it was.

*high fives*

My internet didn't work for the entire day. DX

I don't know what I'm supposed to do there.

I found out that I don't actually *feel guilty about insulting people who aren't children or elderly.

Nice... I hardly have anymore dreams about DCW. What I dreamt last night was rather creepy - for me, at least. I think it went something like this: I was in Singapore with my dad, my little brother and my sister. I went to buy an EP for The Sims 3, but my dad found out about it and locked it up somewhere. He even went into a huge lecture about 'games' and whatnot. Right at that very moment, a portable radio or something started to broadcast someone's screams. I could sort of tell it was a child, because the cries were of a pure voice and the other person's voice was rather deep. I just walked out of the room with my dad still lecturing. I went to look for my little brother, and found him at some TV broadcasting location. We armed ourselves with army guns and set off to look for the child and to prosecute the heartless torturer. I then saw a vision of a preteen/teenage boy studying at a desk. He looked out of the window, and I woke up. I'll call it a nightmare.

This, for Biology class: