joshua tan invasion

(joshua tan commercial)- i like candy and kitties and poopies eh puppies la and doughnuts and wainbows and inlian lice, eh girl tomorrow got kerang and potato and bitter oumaikot, heehee ihikihik, i like when my boyfriend makes old man noises while going down on me all night for 5, FIVE minutes. =D

poppy?

I've been trying to figure out how to edit sumthing for this blog but honestly I'm stumped. And I lost all my links in the process, SIGH!

Why can't I download a playable version of Joshua Radin's I'd Rather Be With You? ='(


If I could have one wish, I'd wish for new PostSecret every day.

#^&!@

This blog needs sumthing. Sumthing new. Different. Anything, seriously. I'm getting sick of staring at the same god damn thing. Oh btw, the blog is no longer set on private. Don't see the point of setting it as a private blog anymore, since the other pooper isn't even blogging. So, read all you want! Or not.

College is starting next week. And as much as I am still in the bumming around mood, at the same time I just can't fucking wait. Ahh, don't ask me why tho. I'm not telling!

Oh, remind me to stop setting myself wayyyy too high for disappointments. Like, seriously. Should be like my 5th new year's resolution. Kinda hard tho when your personality temperament has disappointment prone plastered all over it, according to Please Understand Me II, by David Keirsey. If you're into understanding the way people function, or why they do in a certain way, or why you're retarded the way you are, I highly recommend it. Changes the way you look at yourself, and those who surround you.

I'm feeling down. Oh well, people always disappoint, so why let it bring me down? Sure fire ways to bring me back to pooping rainbows -invest in new music or invest in new books. Sadly, currently slightly short on cash for new books -magazines might be more affordable in this case, and since the creation of internet and myspace has allowed us access to free music, piracy according to the industry people but wtv, new music it is.

Now, shooh!

i want . .

New postsecret entries!
I want I want I want I want!

Whats a new year without new postsecret?
Not happy :(

Cross your fingers that Frank decides to update tmrw.

another day, another year

While debating on how I'd be spending my new year's eve this time around, a night with the boyfriend or a sober night with the long time bestfriend, -fate dealt my cards for me. The boyfriend had dinner with the family, and my brother took the car out to Star Hill for his fun party, which left me carless and so yet another new year's eve at home for me. Perfect new year's eves don't exist anyways, trust me sumthing will always go wrong. It's just like any other day of the year, people just use it as an excuse to get wasted.

So everyone does the corny look back at the whole year post, I'm guilty of it myself. 2008 was really good to me. When '07 was ending, on the eve of '08 I told myself that the new year was gonna be an awesome one, and I truly felt and believed it. And I was dead on! One event that I will never ever ever forget; my first run in with the cops! Lol, a story that will leave me scarred and laughing for years.

We grow a little more each year, physically and mentally. Some more than others, and some more bad than good, but everyone moves to their own drum beat so who's to judge?I kept my resolutions for 2008 simple. Nothing too big or out of reach -achieve my dreams, nothing too deep -be a better person, and all that load of bull people say every year but never seem to do. It was just basically to enjoy life, in whatever way I wanted to interpret it, with whomever I wanted to, and by whatever means necessary. It was my last year as a teenager, and I believed I owed it to myself to let a little loose. Whether it was partying with a group of people, one-on-one time with that special person, intimate family dinners, or quiet time alone at home, it was about being comfortable and happy with myself and the situations I chose to put myself in. I think I achieved that, so a successful tick for '08.

On to '09 - I'm entering my 20's. The self-searching, self-defining years of any young adult's life. The years where you decide whether you're gonna end up being a forever couch surfer, or a future 'someone'. Some find themselves on their selected paths to being future billionaires, while others still fumble around trying (or not) to figure out what to do with themselves. It all sounds so future oriented, so serious. In tune with that, my resolutions for '09 are gonna grow up a little too.

1. Graduate (with good grades) with a Diploma in Interior Design.
   
2. Get accepted into a University of my choice.
3. Be more confident in my own ideas.
4. Keep my social relationships strong, and mend those that might have been neglected.

Keep 'em at 4 for now. Insyaallah, all of them will be achieved.


40 minutes till the last year of the decade.

I'm off to play Wow with my boyfriend -thats how I'm spending my new years, and it's perfect enough for me :)

To you party animals, have fun, be safe, and have a designated driver on call!

Bye 2008, see you all in 2009 :)

worst diarrhea ever

Period cramps are no fun, seriously. I curl up into a ball in attempt to make myself feel better. It always seems like the right thing to do. It doesn't help much fyi. Like Omar put it; imagine the worst diarrhea ever, and one which you can't shit out. Oh so eloquently put. Weird that it came from a guy though, hm.

I got chased out of my own room by a vermin. A disgusting huge ass rat. Took over my sister's room for more than a week already. Poor kid had to bunk in with the parents. Just finished cleaning, wiping up, and de-rat-ing all surface areas in the room. Should be moving back in tonight.

Holidays always tend to slide towards disappointment compared to the fun laid-back holiday we dream of. We always hype it up too much, way too much. And whats new? I miss college already. Gosh. Someone smack me please.

I wanna watch It. I'll probably wet myself(and not in the good way) watching it but still. I have this strong urge to go up to a clown and just smack the hell outta it. Wipe that disturbing smile off his pasty face. I hate clowns. They have cute noses and the clowns in French Quarter used to blow pretty balloon animals for kid me but now they're just fucking creepy.

Found out I'm what sociologists call a Third Culture Kid. Who would've thought us global nomads were interesting enough to be studied. Well interestingly enough, it cleared up a few things for me.

Cramps are back. Oh have mercy!