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03:27am 05/10/2009 |
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Mum, I remember checkers. And being taught how to play card games that I never can win at. And I remember how he reminded me of you. There isn't a lot for me to go on in trying to remember Poppop. But one thing I can say with absolute certainty is this... If the love your father had for you was anything like the love you have for your children, then he doesn't fault you. You didn't break that promise, Mummy. You followed your heart. And I ask you as your daughter and friend... who taught you to follow your heart, to follow the music in your soul? You would never want me to stay in miserable situation just because of a promise I made to you... In fact, stepping out on a limb, I would almost say you would be first in line to kick my ass. And hazarding a guess... your father taught you a fair bit that made you into the awesome person, and perfect mother you turned out to be. Yes, I called you perfect. Because, for us, you are. Having your childhood home gutted, and changed, and forever destroyed is painful. Please believe me when I understand the sentiment. And yes, you have the memories regardless. But part of me is angry I can never take Patrick through the house I grew up in and relate all the stories. As for your sisters... I can only thank you for your influence that made my relationship with my sisters better. Actions do speak louder then words... and their actions have spoken volumes. And not just to you, but to all of us. I love you, and consider yourself hugged, repeatedly.
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12:39pm 13/09/2009 |
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So, it used to be that when I would write a story, I was dying for someone to read it, and let me know what they think. It wasn't cause I wanted a pat on the back... I more or less wanted to invite people into my world to see what they thought of it. And over the years I have been sorely disappointed in that. Mainly cause the people I want to have read my stuff don't, and the people who might be reading it, never tell me what they think. So, I quit writing for a time. Periodically I would work on one project here, another there. And yes, I do have fanfic awards for compositions... but its the people I care about that I want to hear from. I put down my quill and walked away. And it hurt, leaving that world. But there was no return from what I was throwing out into the ether, it seemed a futile effort. Enter Patrick. He NEVER tells me in comments what he thinks. And if I drag it out of him, he will give me an opinion... But he reads everything I write. So, all those stories I have hidden away from all those years... I guess they belong to him now. They are his to read,.... and no tell me what he thinks >.< And perhaps, with him with me, more stories are coming.
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| Things Our Parents Teach Us |
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12:10pm 03/09/2009 |
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It used to piss me off to no end when I was younger when I realized my parents might be right about something. And even more so, when I had to extend gratitude for something they taught me when I wasn't paying attention. In this current incarnation of Fig, I find it pisses me off less, and makes me love them more. Mum and Dad had work, usually taking them far away for extended periods of time. And yes, whe Dad was gone, at times it was a cause for a party. But I remember being little and begging Dad to take Teddy with him to Homer, cause I didn't want Dad to get lonely. Just cause things were not always "peaceful' when Dad was around, doesn't mean I didn't miss him. But enough of that Ramble for a sec. Having been used to the long-distance aspects of relationships, I find that I handling this separation better then some of my contemporaries. I am well versed in the distance that Love can travel. Its almost like, growing up was "boot camp" for this experience. ROFLMAO However, knowing that my Mummy has her own current experiences with Karl being gone for long periods of time, means that when she says she knows how I feel, she does. It also makes me feel a shit ton better. See, for the longest time, I would tell everyone my mummy was my hero. Which she still is ;D. And knowing Mummy has done it, and is still doing it, means I will be fine. Because my mummy knows the ropes, and she has never let me fall. So, here is a big hugging thank you to my mummy. I love you! and no, I am NOT going to apologize for puberty. music: Crazy Train - Ozzy Ozbourne |
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10:06am 28/08/2009 |
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Conversation is the cure for every sorrow. Even contention is better than loneliness.
I can honestly look at this and know exactly what it means. There, indeed, would be proof of my Celtic Blood :D
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| New Fiction : (title under construction) |
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04:08am 17/08/2009 |
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This is a new original work, something that I am writing in honour of someone who has proved the definition of love and friendship to me. I dedicate this story to Patrick. He helped me find my quill again, and reads everything I write faster then I can type it. In him, I re-found my wonder of the written word, and peace to write my stories again. This is for you, my love. ( Read more... )mood:  creative music: New Divide - Linkin Park |
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07:41am 14/08/2009 |
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So, my entries into the rounds
Round 1.) List your five favourite fictional characters of your own creation and tell us about them; not simply their likes, but the qualities that *you* love or hate about them. Talk about the things they've enlightened you to, or the best part about writing them. What makes you proudest of your creation? Or, you can just ramble on and describe them for a while before saying why it is they're in your top five. I honestly can only bring forth one character to the table. The others have all buggered off to the Caribbean for the summer, chasing pirates. The Character that I Meme today is a 2067 year old vampire. Well, technically she is 2059 at the moment and quite particular. M'Lila, or Malila as she prefers now, was a Gaelic slave, bitten in Ancient Rome, and had the intestinal fortitude to bite back.
A significant blood exchange occured, and she was reborn as a vampire. Her inner demon, Lyveska, was not very strong, and Malila overpowered her. She spent 500 years cutting a bloody swath, getting even with everything the Romanshad done, whether or not her victims realized this. Then she got bored, and began to experiment with being good.
I love the character of Malila because of what she represents to the Fandom. BtVS (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) is rife with hugely diverse and aged characters. But due to mythology, anyone under 1000 is stuck in this Archetype. You know, gloom, doom, trapped, stupid minions.
Malila came into existence, originally to be an ephemerial earth spirit to guide our hero. But the bitch has teeth. Malila is one of those characters that is the voice of the author in the story. She is mean, and cutting, and compelety dedicated to her goal. But at the same time, you can play with the wisdom and compassion that you would find in the Elder Female Character roll, while playing with the Ancient Amoral Evil-turned-Good character.
I hate how she always gets her way. I have tried to write her death a thousand separate ways, each one more wrenching then the last, and I hear her going "I've lived for 2000 years... do you honestly think THAT is going to kill me?"
Round 3.) For the future: we all have distant ideas of stories we want to tell and the people who will let us follow that path, the seeds of what will become an original character. Alternatively, you might also have an already drafted and developed character simply waiting for a story in which to debut. Which ever way it is, tell us about a couple of them and what it is that makes you keen to write them.
Eirrythia and Ethantian. These two are a seet of 8000 year old Elvin twins who decided to cross over into the human realm. Yet, to boot, they have the entire legacy of being the Crowned Heirs of their people, if they ever get done in this realm to go back. They are... close to my heart. They are witty, funny, and somedays, quite corporeal. I start to write their story, and I get non-linearly sidetracked. To date, I have 26 vignettes to tie into the main event, that has not even been written yet.
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| Meme: I Stoled it { Five Fictions That Changed Me} |
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04:19am 06/08/2009 |
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(ganked from Tristian) What are the top five most memorable pieces of fanfiction that you've read over the course of your reading/writing 'career', that changed, influenced, or marked you in some way? (1.) Evolution Vignettes, Lady Fig I wrote it. How perfectly narcisstic of me. But for all intents and purposes this fiction has indeed changed a lot of how I approach writing, and indeed my own life. The reason I put this on here, is a few years ago I was trolling for a fiction, and I happened across this story. I was all caught up, and being twisted, and wondering what on earth can this author do next… and I went to write a note, requesting a continuation and had a dumb moment. It was MY email address. I immediately opened my fiction file on the hard-drive and lo-and-behold, there it was. I was quite embarrassed. One does not usually read their own work and not recognize it. The vignettes are rough, and never stinting on the pain. I think it was the first time I had ever took a step from the path of PC stories, and wrote something from my depths. It was the first time I ever had a parental review, and it scared the shit out of my father. The commentations from readers were overwhelming. I was stunned. The first one was penned out after a near-molestation attack from a then-boyfriend whilst listening to Sting’s Thousand Years. Such a pivotal moment in who I was, and the first step I ever took in writing for the sake of writing. (2.) Something Old Series, Ducks I love what-ifs. That being said, what Ducks did was re-write an entire genre. When she first wrote the opening I remember receiving a feedback from her, telling me she loved the pairing of Spike and Faith, and she wanted to steal it. In those days, Buffy-authors were close knit, and very much a family. When I read the scope of what she did, I quite literally sat there stunned. She hit highs and lows and impasses and solutions that were stunning to the mind. She commanded the characters as a general might, wringing every nuance of feeling and verve from this tapestry we all loved so well. BtVS fans can be horribly rabid, yet Ducks was reknowned for her work, and the fact that everyone agreed, she was one of our best. (3.) Bitch Envy Archive, Tamara & Lex The Evil Twins. You cannot have a list of pivotal fiction without mentioning these two. They took everything wholesome about Buffy, Roswell, SG-1, Charmed, and twisted it with glee. Things that would never cross your mind would happen. It was like imagine your favourite fandom, and the characters are milling like peaceful sheep in the meadow. And then comes these two traipsing through with chain-saws. The stories were shocking, and addicting, and somehow SO accurate to the characters. I still don’t know how, but never once did they mis-characterize anyone. They taught me that ANYTHING is possible if you possess a sick and demented mind capable of the unthinkable. And the unthinkable truly does an awesome story make. (4.) Sins of the Father, Indie Let me state, ANYTHING Indie writes is amazing. This one is for Anakin and Padme, and it tells a different story of Star Wars, and I find myself saddened that she has not finished. Truly, this is a story that must be read, to be grasped, http://starwars.indiefic.com/SotF/index.html She, too, has an evil twin, Tango. It is hard to describe what makes these two so amazing, you must simply read of the fiction. (5.) Smuck-Fest, The Author Knows Who They are When someone can take the Smurfs and turn it into a porno, something like that stays with you. To this day, I watch the Smurfs with a smirk on my face.
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| Scary Thoughts Abroad..... |
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01:23am 04/06/2009 |
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All my life i have always tried to follow a basic maxim that all things happen for a reason. That there is a guiding pattern to the way that life tends to play out. It's easy to see if you know where to look. Whether it is a teacher grading a paper down that creates the next Tolkien, or a car crash convincing people to slow down, there is a meaning there. I have examples from my own life that I can cite. From a Language Arts teacher telling me the Sci-Fi was limited as a backdrop, a reality that would never last, I learned that you write what you want, critics be damned. From a dear friend dying, I learned that hiding behind half-truths keeps you from really living. But none of this certainty that there is a reason helps me right now. The theory is that there is a reason for everything, a pattern that guides all. I find codes in things, I can follow patterns. But this web that my life has woven has taken a shape that I am unable to fathom. I swore once to never marry, because everything the damn institution stands for is distasteful to me. And yet, I found that I married, and the reasons I did so were to further the things I do believe in, I just happened to find myself in direct contention with the Government- after a fashion. I basically am a stay-at-home wife. Not because of any laziness, or desire of my spouse to control me. It is because it is logically unsound to find a job at this juncture. He gets deployed in July/August. And he is away until later in June. Which means anytime that he is home is precious. It would be a definite imposition to an employer to allow me the time off. Therefore, not working allows me to facilitate his schedule. Not that the inactivity is not driving me mad. And yet, I am struck with the soul deep conviction that this is the right path. I am following the steps I was meant to. I just can not trace the web in its entirety. And at times, that scares me. Not that I am not in control, with that I made my peace long ago. Just more the realization that when I can't feel the pattern is when Life usually pulls the rug out from underneath me. So I find myself tonight, praying to She whom I follow that She will protect him. And that She will guide me. And with the strength of my mind, and the reality of my twisted self, I might indeed fathom this web my life encircles. Is it too late to buy a vowel?
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| What Does Your Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich Say About You? |
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03:33am 25/05/2009 |
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| Your PB and J Says You're Adventurous and Accepting | Your eating style is gluttonous. If you like something, you're going back for seconds... no matter how full you are!
You have an average sweet tooth. While you enjoy desserts, they aren't exactly your downfall.
Your taste in food tends to be quite eclectic and wide. You are an adventurous eater, and you like many types of cuisines.
Admit it, you're a little trashy and low class at times. You're definitely more comfortable at a tattoo parlor than the theater.
You are a tough person who isn't afraid to live life fully. There isn't a lot that scares you.
Precise and controlled, you can be a bit anal retentive when it comes to how you like things. You're definitely a perfectionist. |
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01:21pm 23/05/2009 |
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So, i got whacked by Murphy. I had an altercation with a mouse, and now am sporting a knee brace and black-and-blue bruising, Patrick left at 130 am on Friday, and i have a cold. You know, the colds where it takes over your sinus', makes you sneeze, throat hurts, and you produce enough phlegm to drown the planet... thats what has taken over my brain. And i miss him.... bleh. Have to go sneeze again.
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| Robots Can't Sniffle |
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08:27am 15/05/2009 |
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So I had to go on base the other day to get some paperwork figured out. For those of you who don’t know, ‘base’ is Camp Lejuene, NC home of the Expeditionary Marine Forces… and kind of the bane of my existence. Well, not quite. I have a love/hate thing with the USMC, but love is too strong of a word. Deciding to join the Marines was what gave Patrick the intestinal fortitude and concept of self enough to move out of his cocoon of misery, and realize what he wanted from life. And that in effect led us to each other. So… yeah Anyway, I was getting final paperwork for Tricare, which is health insurance. We get to the office, and there is a packet that he needs to fill out, with some info from me. I am watching my dear spouse write in semi-bad handwriting, as his brain goes schizo… and I look at him, and go “Deceased? Something you're not telling me?” He looks at me with the funniest queerest look I have a seen yet to date and looks down. The packet had a question, regarding the Sponsors military standing. Options being, Active Duty, Retired, Deceased, Reserves. The Deceased box was directly below the Active, and the box was larger in size. Patrick claims it was just screaming out that the x was supposed to go there… Damn, easiest question on the form… Anyway, adjusting to married… everyone asks how I am doing on that. I tend to not understand the significance of this question. I am not living a high vaunted Married Life, I am living with Patrick. Which is blissfully normal, and more special than I ever imagined. I think we argued a week or so ago. I got irritated, he was irritated, there was sniping… and then there was something else entirely :p. I don’t know. We tend to see eye-to-eye on a lot of things, that the irritation that pops up I think is purely for an aphrodisiac sense, then any actual expression of discontent. It has crossed my mind once or twice, that the fact that we have short periods of face time, that maybe we sub-conciously subdue the malicious forms of friction… We have noticed a couple of commonalities that thrill me when they pop up. He’ll be describing the reason he does something, and I finish his sentence. Like why you sleep better with comforter due to the weight of it… Eh, it goes on. I bitch and whine about the fact that I am squishy, and lack of a tan. He glares at me, grumbles I am perfect the way I am, I frown and tell him he is biased. He grins, agrees and usually gives me one of the huge rib-cracking hugs, and I quite forget I was complaining a few minutes ago. I have tried to piss him off, with comments… just to see how he reacts. Most of the time his ADD is prevalent and he looks at me with a clear face and says “I love you, have I said that today… what were you saying?” So either I can’t piss him off, he knows me well enough that he can circumvent me, or he has a more spastic brain than me… Hmm probably all three in my case. Sometimes… he reminds me of my mum. He will dislex-i-fy things, and though I translate them instantly, I usually dissolve into giggles. Ergo the title of this post. But one things scares me. I broke a promise. One to myself. I swore I would never break like I did years ago. And I am facing a potential that could very well happen. And I REFUSE to live as if it is already a forgone conclusion. My mum made me promise something that morning, when I shattered. And the only reason I kept it, was people needed me. Owen needed a rock, mum needed something, Greg, Bert, Ali… that was why I kept it. I was talking to Owen yesterday, and told him, that if ANYTHING happens, he was the wielder of the Duct-tape. Cause someone made me promise… only unlike mum, he made me give my word. The one thing I don’t break…ever. Yes I am being vague… cause no-one particularly needs me, not like he does. So… game plan, everything goes fine, he comes back from the sand-box with a tan and over-active libido. And that is the only option. So what, I might have made some contingencies… sue me. I am grumpy however… Yes I just changed the subject, I don’t care if it was blatant… He hurt his hand during grappling and crap… his finger is swollen all to fuck, and he can’t wear his wedding ring. Which makes me a crabby-kitty. Yeah, its just a ring… my ass. Maybe I should go make me some breakfast, rather then continue to ramble like a Cat-lady with curlers in my blue hair... Hmmmm maybe I’ll dye my hair today…. mood:  umm... cookies? music: Nelly Furtado |
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| What Big Cat Are You? |
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12:06am 10/04/2009 |
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| You Are a Black Panther | You see through people. You understand others' motives and plans. You have a knack for predicting the future. You just know what people are going to do.
People are attracted to you. You are naturally able to influence other people's thoughts. You have the charisma to be a beloved guru or dictator. It's all about how you handle it. |
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| My day..... |
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09:40pm 09/04/2009 |
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So i kinda had a girlie day. I took care of the hedge that WAS my hair, and the caterpillars masquerading as my eyebrows.... YAY to grooming.... I also got necessities for home... HORRAY microwave. And I got sniffies.. Bath & Bodyworks had a sale, buy three, get three free.... i smell purty now... BUT, I just got done seeing what amounts to porn in my book. New movie... Vin Disel..... Nummy Charger.... /drool....... Go see Fast & Furious..... oh the cars..... WHY THE HELL ISN"T THE HUBBY HOME /grumble
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| What Type of Car Are You? |
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11:16pm 01/04/2009 |
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| You Are a Sports Car | You're a wild one! You love thrills, and you tend to be very impulsive. You never quite grew up, and you have a very youthful spirit.
You're flashy and are a total showoff. You love to be noticed. You are eager to take risks. You can be reckless at times... you feel immortal! |
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| Do You Need Therapy? |
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11:14pm 01/04/2009 |
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| There's a 75% Chance That You Need Therapy | You almost certainly need therapy. And there's nothing wrong with that. Lately life has not been easy for you. Why not let a therapist help you sort things out? |
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03:01am 30/03/2009 |
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How much have you changed in 6 years? Six years ago..... 1.) How old were you?: 20 2.) Where did you go to school? Nothing at the moment 3) Where did you work?: BSI 4.) Where did you live?: Niskiski Alaska 5.) Where did you hang out?:home 6.) Did you wear glasses? reading 7.) Who was your best friend(s): Owen 8.) How many tattoos did you have? none 9.) How many piercings did you have?: 6 in each ear 10.) What car did you drive?: 88 Dodge Van 11.) Had you been to a real party? nada 12.) Had You had your heart broken?: um yea -------------3 years ago---------- 1.) How old were you?:23 2.) Where did you go to school? Working full time 3.) Where did you work? Short Stop, UPS, and then Brookstone 4.) Where did you live?: kenai, Alaska & Newark, DE 5.) Where did you hang out?: home, azeroth 6.) Did you wear glasses?: nope 7.) Who were your best friend(s)? gail, james, Shannon, nate 9.) How many tattoos did you have.?: 2 10.) How many piercings did you have?: 3 in each ear 11) What car did you drive?: none 12) Had your heart broken?: several times 13. Single/Taken/Married/Divorced? Single, blissfully --------------------Today-------------------- 1.) How old are you?: 26 2.) Where do you work?: no where currently 3.) Where do you live?: Jacksonville, NC 4.) Do you wear glasses?: reading 5.) Who are your close friends? Patrick, Ronnie, Diego, Brian 6.) Do you talk to your old friends?: sometimes 7.) How many piercings do you have?: 3 in each ear and tongue 8.) How many tattoos?: 3 9.) What kind of car do you have?: Hyundai Sante Fe 10.) Has your heart been broken?: yes 11.)Single/Taken/Married/Divorced?: Married
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02:51am 30/03/2009 |
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Anyways. The post! The Meme! Geekgrrllurking tagged my kitty ass on this one. Tagged by Geekgurllurking. Tagging...Diz, Elaine, Figgles, and InspectorBoxer. And without further ado… Have you ever wondered what life would be like without your best friend? Ouch. That is all that can be said. Ouch. Cause it fucking hurts. But the thing is, before it happened, I never wondered what it would be like. I never thought about it. But I can tell you this. Life without your best friend makes you paranoid. Cause you end up expecting them all to vanish. So, yea, Ouch.
Would you risk your life to save a random stranger who was in danger? Before my current involvement, I would like to say yes. Now, I tend to consider what holes I leave behind should anything happen to me. Does the topic of celebrities bore you? Rather yes it does actually Happy or sad? Happy Which is better: iPod, TV, or computer? Computer! TVs are …bleh, and ipods are evil Would you ever want to be a part of the army? Almost joined the Army. But being married to a Marine is as close to being in the military I want to be. Are you into screamo music? Depends entirely on my mood. When I say "Sodapop" what's the first thing that pops in your mind? A kinky conversation I just had with a good friend of mine When you feel sad, how do you relieve your feelings? I bottle it up inside until the next time I see Patrick, then I hug him until it all goes away. Do you like things just because your friends do? Nah, I actually will decide to not like it just to spite them at times If you came home with a tattoo, what would your mother say? Yell at me if the artwork is bad Are you in a relationship? Um, yeah, ring on left hand…. Check, getting called ‘wifey’… check. I think that means I have one of them there relationship thing-mes Do you own your favourite movie on DVD? Yesh…yesh I do. Several of them in fact Do you still own VHS? Gotta get a new one. Mine died…. Bastard machine Would you ever hug a stranger? My family is strange… does that count? Have you ever been threatened online? ROFLMAO, yeah I have Do you have any pets? Yes. But he is being cat sat by me sisser Markers or crayons? MARKERS!!!! Doughnuts or bagels? OOO MOOSE IS LOOSE BAKERY… best donuts EVER
Which subject is your strongest? Anything that was not of the math
Ever wonder if you're someone's everything? Hmm…. Let me get back to you on that
Last song played more than three times? Enya “Snow”
Last person to fall asleep with? Patrick
Tie yourself to someone for a day, who is it? Patrick
Last time you were really happy? Talking to Patrick (seeing a theme)
Ever skip class? Yea. Mummy helped
When do you want to die? 13th of never Marriage? Said I never would, but look at me now… Married
Did you take a nap today? Nah, slept until 1pm Who got mad at you last? Patrick
Last car you were in? My sante fe Last person to call you beautiful? My husband
What color is your room? White, icky white
Where are your parents right now? Mummy is in Aus, Karl is in Aus, Dad is in Alaska
Could you use some sleep right now? Sleep is for the week.
Does someone love you? ..maybe a few people Remember the first time you kissed the last person you kissed? Oh hell yea!
Do you like to cuddle? YES! Have you ever made out against a car? *grin* uh-huh
Have you ever kissed someone you weren't dating? [ Plead the fifth
Are you ticklish? Maaaaybe
What's on your bedroom floor? Scottish short sword TAGGING : myownantihero camalus thellyntyn im_alex_inside jenncgf iryana
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