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Vitals

Birthday
• 1992-10-04
Gender
• Female
Location
• West Lothian
Member Since
• 2004-10-19
Occupation
• Founder and owner of the GiggleComics Company
Real Name
• Laura Brown

Personal

Achievements
• Learning to Ice-Skate after 14 Years of NEVER DOING IT,becoming the Expert Skiier in skiing classes first day
Anime Fan Since
• 2000.
Favorite Anime
• Sailor Moon,Ranma 1/2, Eerie Queerie,Fushigi Yugi,Fruits Basket,Inu-Yasha, Imadoki!, Absolute Boyfriend, Ayashi No Ceres
Goals
• Become manga artist, or animator.
Hobbies
• Drawing manga, reading, writing.
Talents
• English,Business Management,History,Art,Manga drawing

myOtaku.com: LAURA-CHAN

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Friday, August 13, 2010

Yaaaay Samba!
Hey guys, sorry it's been ages! I have been at a Samba practice tonight, since I am performing at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival tomorrow to help a friend raise money so she can go to India and teach English!
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Thursday, January 28, 2010

Blimey O'Reilly!
It's been ages since I actually posted anything on the site, and I apologise for the delay!

Welcome to 2010, a new year and a new decade!

2009 was an eventful year, what with losing Patrick Swayze and Michael Jackson!

And 2010 has started off with an earthquake!

Hope you all have a great year!

~~Laura-Chan~~
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Friday, January 1, 2010

Happy New Year!
Happy New Year everybody, it is the beginning of 2010, a new decade! Yus!

May it be special for you ^_^

~~LAURA-CHAN~~
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Thursday, July 9, 2009

A Bard's Epitaph
Is there a whim-inspired fool,
Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule,
Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool,
Let him draw near;
And owre this grassy heap sing dool,
And drap a tear.

Is there a bard of rustic song,
Who, noteless, steals the crowds among,
That weekly this area throng,
O, pass not by!
But, with a frater-feeling strong,
Here, heave a sigh.

Is there a man, whose judgment clear
Can others teach the course to steer,
Yet runs, himself, life's mad career,
Wild as the wave,
Here pause-and, thro' the starting tear,
Survey this grave.

The poor inhabitant below
Was quick to learn the wise to know,
And keenly felt the friendly glow,
And softer flame;
But thoughtless follies laid him low,
And stain'd his name!

Reader, attend! whether thy soul
Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole,
Or darkling grubs this earthly hole,
In low pursuit:
Know, prudent, cautious, self-control
Is wisdom's root.
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Monday, May 11, 2009

A Red, Red Rose
O my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile!
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Monday, April 27, 2009

Ae Fond Kiss
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!
Ae farewell, and then forever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
2.
Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,
While the star of hope she leaves him?
Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me,
Dark despair around benights me.
3.
I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy:
Naething could resist my Nancy!
But to see her was to love her,
Love but her, and love for ever.
4.
Had we never lov'd sae kindly,
Had we never lov'd sae blindly,
Never met - or never parted --
We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
5.
Fare-thee-weel, thou first and fairest!
Fare-thee-weel, thou best and dearest!
Thine be ilka joy and treasure,
Peace, Enjoyment, Love and Pleasure!
6.
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!
Ae farewell, alas, for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
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Thursday, April 23, 2009

To A Haggis
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o the puddin'-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye worthy o' a grace
As lang's my arm.

The groaning trencher
there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o need,
While thro your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.

His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An cut you up wi ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!

Then, horn for horn, they stretch an strive:
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
The auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
'Bethankit' hums.

Is there that owre his French ragout,
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi perfect scunner,
Looks down wi sneering, scornfu view
On sic a dinner?

Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckless as a wither'd rash,
His spindle shank a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!

But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll make it whissle;
An legs an arms, an heads will sned,
Like taps o thrissle.

Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies:
But, if ye wish her gratefu prayer,
Gie her a Haggis

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Monday, April 20, 2009

To A Mouse
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty
Wi bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murdering pattle.

I'm truly sorry man's dominion
Has broken Nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth born companion
An' fellow mortal!

I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
'S a sma' request;
I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,
An' never miss't.

Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
It's silly wa's the win's are strewin!
An' naething, now, to big a new ane,
O' foggage green!
An' bleak December's win's ensuin,
Baith snell an' keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,
An' weary winter comin fast,
An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro' thy cell.

That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou's turned out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
An' cranreuch cauld.

But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!

Still thou are blest, compared wi' me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But och! I backward cast my e'e,
On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho' I canna see,
I guess an' fear!
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Thursday, March 19, 2009

Mon aime
And many people dared to say that I loved you, and I will forevermore reply that nay! I loved you long ago when to mine eyes you were too pure to love another, and now that I see the ultra-violet light of truth beaming down upon you, how can I possibly love you knowing your truth?

Et beaucoup de gens ont osé dire que je vous ai aimé, et je la réponse de forevermore de volonté qui non ! Je vous ai aimé il y a bien longtemps quand aux yeux de mine vous étiez trop pur pour aimer des autres, et est-ce que maintenant que je vois la lumière UV de la vérité rayonner vers le bas sur toi, comment je peux probablement vous aimer sachant votre vérité ?

And much of people dared to say that I loved you, and I it response of forevermore of will which not! I loved you a long ago when with the eyes of mine you were too pure to like others, and now that I see light UV truth to downwards radiate it on you, how I can probably love you knowing your truth?

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Friday, February 20, 2009

The Letter That Made Me Frighten Half A Dozen People
The date was Saturday the 14th of February. Valentine's day. A time for lovers everywhere. Little did I know that the best news I'd had since last year was just about to bite.

At approximately quarter past two in the afternoon, my Mother telephoned me on my mobile.
"Laura, you've got a letter here."
"Yeah? Who's it from?"
"You won't believe it, but..."
"But what?"
"It says '10 Downing Street' on the back!"
"Oh-my-god! I can't believe I got a letter from HIM!"

I laughed like a madman on drugs, leapt around the streets and nearly got hit by a car.

And why, you ask? Because I received a letter from the most important man in the country.

I received a letter from the Prime Minister.
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