Post by jia li of china on Oct 8, 2012 13:39:37 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px; height: 550px; border: 10px solid #dddddd; background: #c5c0c0; color: a9a0a0; vertical-align: top; text-align: justify; font-family: Georgia; letter-spacing: -2px; padding: 5px; line-height: 15px; font-weight: bolder; ]lullaby of birdland, that's what i always hear when you sigh, never in my word-land could there be ways to reveal in a phrase how i feel. have you ever heard two turtledoves bill and coo when they love? that's the kind of magic music we make with our lips when we kiss. and there's a weepy old willow, she really knows how to cry. that's how i'd cry on my pillow if you should tell me farewell and goodbye. lullaby of birdland whisper low, kiss me sweet, and we'll go. flying high in birdland high in the sky up above, all because we're in love.lullaby of birdland, that's what i always hear when you sigh, never in my word-land could there be ways to reveal in a phrase how i feel. have you ever heard two turtledoves bill and coo when they love? that's the kind of magic music we make with our lips when we kiss. that's how i'd cry on my pillow if you should tell me farewell and goodbye. flying high in birdland high in the sky up above, all because we're in love.lullaby of birdland, that's what i always hear when you sigh, never in my word-land could there be ways to reveal in a phrase how i feel. have you ever heard two turtledoves bill and coo when they love? and there's a weepy old willow, she really knows how to cry. that's how i'd cry on my pillow if you should tell me farewell and goodbye. lullaby of birdland whisper low, kiss me sweet, and we'll go. flying high in birdland high in the sky up above, all because we're in love.lullaby of birdland ella fitzgerald |
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| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 360px; margin-top: -500px; z-index: 1; position: relative, bTable][atrb=style,border: 5px double #bdbdbd; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.6; background: #ffffff; ] It was a weekend. Sunday, to be exact. While everyone else was hanging out with their friends, doing last-minute homework, or simply catching up on sleep, Jia was once again on her own. She was up at 10:00 sharp, an acceptable time for the weekend, in order to throw her hair in a bun, put on a smallish floral dress and extensively broken in black flats. While she acknowledged that the outfit didn't hold the normal grandeur of her usual style, she also considered that she likely wasn't going to run into many people today. After all, it was in the thick of autumn, and people were going to be spending their time outside. The Chinese girl strutted into the library with a beaten-up sketchbook clutched to her chest, giving the librarian a small smile. This place was somewhere she frequently visited, and she liked the librarian a lot. The two never really bothered each other much, which she appreciated. The Asian princess took a seat on a fluffy couch, surveying the collection of this month's already dog-eared fashion magazines. Jia was sure she wasn't the only person who looked through these, but she probably spent the most time on them. Although the magazines were from all different countries, she picked out the American one. She liked the American fashion the best - the models and celebrities looked like they had simply thrown something on, but it looked good. Jia flipped through page after page, looking for inspiration. The girl made light sketches in her book, trying to get a vague idea of what she wanted. When she found a suitable idea in her mind, she started to sketch furiously. The princess considered the tranquility that came from creating something, like you had contributed something to the world. She liked it - although she did not donate anything truly practical to the vault of ideas in the universe, she certainly donated something, and that was good enough for her. A sci-fi book suddenly caught her peripheral vision, and she turned her head to look at it. Perhaps she would read it, maybe get some inspiration from that. However, her thoughts stopped as the door to the library opened. Jia turned her head once more, to look at the newcomer. Who would possibly want to come in here on the weekend? TAGGED : asdfasdf WORD COUNT : 389 NOTES : blah, first time playing her~ CREDITS: TEMPLATE by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC |
