What time is it?

5:06 Finally done (sort of) with studying... now to hope that i can actually sleep in these three hours i have left without my crappy roommate's music bothering me...
 
7:42 Hmm i feel like drawing a [MENTION=4859]Snowkitteh[/MENTION] in a box of wolves for some reason~
 
2:55 The time for my Japanese cousin to arrive here is getting nearer.
And we can't even understand each other. :XD:
He speaks Japanese, I speak Filipino. How's that? :confused:
Both our mothers speak Filipino and Japanese though(they're sisters. And no, they're not Japanese) so maybe we could let them translate what we're saying. :XD:
 
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A given mission, mechanical assault, manufactured devotion.
Red eyes, an upside-down form. Even the twisted shape was made to be that way.
No matter how cruel the slaughter, worse than a demon's,
or how gentle the kindness, greater than an angel's,
a machine has neither will nor madness—only code, and a few bugs.
So why, then, does it feel so unbearably sad?