Especially if you made to go get the mail and all you are wearing is a pair of shorts and a tank top.
Sorry my internet stalkers. I haven't bee updating because well.. festivities everyone !
And many things have happened over the course of the last few days it to scandelous to tell, so I guess that leaves me no choice but to give a run down of my holidays. Tee hee!
December 24: My unwanted family member comes over with her unwanted boyfriend and unvirginize my mind. Candycanes, napkins and nutcrackers will never be the same again. She gives me some Britney Spears perfume to make me feel like a hoe. But a good hoe all the same.
Deember 25: CHRISTMAS! I go to my grandma's. We all stuff ourselves silly. We talk, talk, talk , talk because that's all we know how to do besides eat. My dad phones (dont ask why he wasn't with us, long story) to say that my mom and I have to get ready to leave in about half an hour because unwanted family member wants to spend time with u (and mooch off some food from us). I am pissed. Open presents and what do I find: SOCKS AND REESE'S PIECES CANDY. My two current obsessions in the same vicinity. it was heaven =).. but then I had to leave. Was bored to tears for the next couple of hours.
December 26: Boxing Day. I went. Got lots of stuff. Am a happy spoiled princess and is even more happier when she realizes that she still has money left. Day is cut short though because unwante family member comes over for lunch and starts making me mum.. stress. Its not good when shes stressed >__< Then I go to cinema city and watch Changeling :D That movie made me cry and I really needed to go pee but I didnt want to miss anything so I stayed in my seat. And the movie just got longer..and longer.. I ran out of the theatre and found relief. Went back and the movie was over. WTF. 2 more minutes and I would have been free. NOOOO!
December 27: Went to the hairdresser. Unwanted famly member came with us because she has nothing else to do. Gets hair like mine and prompts me to get a new hairstyle. I refuse to have the same hair as a 30- something teenager wannabe. So now i have a.. shag like thing O__o. At least it gives me an excuse to wear my headbands. I haven't seriously wore them since I was six. YAY! I'm a kid again. xD
December 28: Um.... Woke up in the afternoon. Had lunch for breakfast, watched Across the Universe! Twice. That was my day. Gansta. Oh, I also fractured my hip or something. Couldnt move for half a day. Whoppee!
December 29: Woke up in the afternoon. Realized that I am a sleepyhead. Ate lunch. Went back to bed.
Today: I'm doing this freaking blog arent I xD
Well.. my hip still hurts. I wonder if its serious? I better not die from this O__O
Anywho... watch:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m0YL9Y4hBzQ
I laughed so hard after I watched it that I just had to share it with you guys ! xD
Your welcome !!
- Your Dorito Queen
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
A Cry For Help
Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, and all of the others, including Love.
One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all repaired their boats and left.
Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to persevere until the last possible moment.
When the island was almost sinking, Love decided to ask for help.
Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, "Richness, can you take me with you?" Richness answered, "No I can't..There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place for you here."
Love decided to ask Vanity, who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel, "Vanity, please help me!" "I can't help you Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered.
Sadness was close by so Love asked for help, "Sadness let me go with you." "Oh...Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"
Happiness passed by Love too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her!
Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come Love, I will take you." It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that he even forgot to ask the elder her name.
When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Love, realizing how much he owed the elder, asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who helped me?"
"It was Time", Knowledge answered.
"Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?
Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is.
Author: Unknown
One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all repaired their boats and left.
Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to persevere until the last possible moment.
When the island was almost sinking, Love decided to ask for help.
Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, "Richness, can you take me with you?" Richness answered, "No I can't..There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place for you here."
Love decided to ask Vanity, who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel, "Vanity, please help me!" "I can't help you Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered.
Sadness was close by so Love asked for help, "Sadness let me go with you." "Oh...Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"
Happiness passed by Love too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her!
Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come Love, I will take you." It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that he even forgot to ask the elder her name.
When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Love, realizing how much he owed the elder, asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who helped me?"
"It was Time", Knowledge answered.
"Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?
Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is.
Author: Unknown
Imitation is the best form of flattery...
... Just not when the person imitating you is 30-something years old. >__<
It's just gross.
You see I have this... family member and she's a new addition this year. A new mouth to feed, someone else to please, another person to get on my nerves, someone who could be cool in her own little way except she talks to me like I'm 10 and she dresses like a teenager and recently it seems she's stealing my style (except she hasn't had the guts to where socks like mine yet.. phew!)
I can understand the talking to me like I'm 10 years old. There is a language barrier that we must demolish but that can be easily accomplished. I could actually start a conversation with her and she could hone her english skills because she does know english, she's just too..iunno.. lazy to think? But than she should also notice that I do know how to speak/write/understand the language. She just chooses to ignore how I just don't want to talk when they're talking about grown up things - which is by the way all the freaking time.
Then there is this style issue. It just disgusts me. She has to understand she's not a teenager anymore (I mean she had a freaking baby) and she can't dress exactly like my generation. I understand she wants to feel young and that she feels that she gots to keep up with us and feel stylish but you know what? You can look stylish and blah blah blah with sophisticated clothes! And for crying out loud! Don't tuck in your shirt if the shirt is half a size to small to begin with >__< AND don't wear pantyhose with your shorts, especially if I can tell that its pantyhose! :( I understand wearing tights with shorts (because I do it) but with tights you don't visibily see the fabric getting stretched. Tights just looks like a second skin, but not black pantyhose TSK TSK.
But I got to admit that some of her clothes are age appropiate but is that just a fluke? I mean it just seems like she's trying to one uup me all the time. O__o
Like yesterday, she was talking about getting a haircut and making it look exactly like mine., I DONT WANT A 30 YEAR OLD CLONE -________-
Then she likes to talk about losing weight and stuff and is all envious of me because I ate more than her and i look so skinny. Well FYI, im a freaking teenager and I need food if im ever gonna survive. Also my metabolism is topnotch! I can't help it D=
.. and my mom yesterday even confessed that all of the above was getting on her nerves O__O
So i guess that ends my rant for now. I needed to vent. I needed to scream. I needed to just let it all out. Though after reading this, it seems pretty petty and stupid compared with all the problems of this 'new family member'. But I sort of don't care cuz its her life. Shes the one who messed it up in the first place.
Toodles mon internet stalkers :D
It's just gross.
You see I have this... family member and she's a new addition this year. A new mouth to feed, someone else to please, another person to get on my nerves, someone who could be cool in her own little way except she talks to me like I'm 10 and she dresses like a teenager and recently it seems she's stealing my style (except she hasn't had the guts to where socks like mine yet.. phew!)
I can understand the talking to me like I'm 10 years old. There is a language barrier that we must demolish but that can be easily accomplished. I could actually start a conversation with her and she could hone her english skills because she does know english, she's just too..iunno.. lazy to think? But than she should also notice that I do know how to speak/write/understand the language. She just chooses to ignore how I just don't want to talk when they're talking about grown up things - which is by the way all the freaking time.
Then there is this style issue. It just disgusts me. She has to understand she's not a teenager anymore (I mean she had a freaking baby) and she can't dress exactly like my generation. I understand she wants to feel young and that she feels that she gots to keep up with us and feel stylish but you know what? You can look stylish and blah blah blah with sophisticated clothes! And for crying out loud! Don't tuck in your shirt if the shirt is half a size to small to begin with >__< AND don't wear pantyhose with your shorts, especially if I can tell that its pantyhose! :( I understand wearing tights with shorts (because I do it) but with tights you don't visibily see the fabric getting stretched. Tights just looks like a second skin, but not black pantyhose TSK TSK.
But I got to admit that some of her clothes are age appropiate but is that just a fluke? I mean it just seems like she's trying to one uup me all the time. O__o
Like yesterday, she was talking about getting a haircut and making it look exactly like mine., I DONT WANT A 30 YEAR OLD CLONE -________-
Then she likes to talk about losing weight and stuff and is all envious of me because I ate more than her and i look so skinny. Well FYI, im a freaking teenager and I need food if im ever gonna survive. Also my metabolism is topnotch! I can't help it D=
.. and my mom yesterday even confessed that all of the above was getting on her nerves O__O
So i guess that ends my rant for now. I needed to vent. I needed to scream. I needed to just let it all out. Though after reading this, it seems pretty petty and stupid compared with all the problems of this 'new family member'. But I sort of don't care cuz its her life. Shes the one who messed it up in the first place.
Toodles mon internet stalkers :D
Saturday, December 20, 2008
You. Me. Sock Part-ay!
I can't help it. I want to keep telling my story to the world, even though the world doesnt have time for me. *sigh*
This is the number one most important fact about me. If you don't memorize this and copy it word for word, there is something wrong with you.
I love socks! Boo-yeah!
And that's all I want for Christmas this year actually. No fancy shmancy presents for me this year. NOPE. just socks. but please make the socks fancy shmancy!
To rely imprint this little sock-obsession into your brains, I'm going to recite to you a poem that I wrote in English about.. you guessed it... the iceberg that sunk the Titanic. LOL No actually I'm joking. It's about socks ^___^
This is the number one most important fact about me. If you don't memorize this and copy it word for word, there is something wrong with you.
I love socks! Boo-yeah!
And that's all I want for Christmas this year actually. No fancy shmancy presents for me this year. NOPE. just socks. but please make the socks fancy shmancy!
To rely imprint this little sock-obsession into your brains, I'm going to recite to you a poem that I wrote in English about.. you guessed it... the iceberg that sunk the Titanic. LOL No actually I'm joking. It's about socks ^___^
Socks
by annabanana
Aimlessly you put them on
by annabanana
Aimlessly you put them on
One by one
They shelter your feet from the cold like mittens on your hands
And protect you from the bubbling blisters that come from wearing shoes
They are relentless soldiers and yet you say:
“Oh my, what a measly pair of socks”
You take them off
One by one
Your hand scrunches them up
They’re tightly held, they cannot escape
A stain has exposed itself
You need to wash them, now
Instead you carelessly throw them down on the floor
One by one
The wear and tear that they have suffered shows
The holes are numerous like Swiss cheese
They scream and shout for a bath
You hold your breath as they are a smelly pair of socks
You realize how long those socks have been your friend
One by one
They have been stretched to their capacity
Your big feet wider than the bottom of the Titanic
Oh, the depths that you have sunk too
These socks have helped your feet along
You look at them
One by one
The colors are fading away
A sign that they have grown old, lived out their use, taken their last step
You scrounge around for a new pair of socks in the drawer
Your beloved pair of socks has met their match
Awesome no? The physical version of this poem is actually in my sock drawer. Just for kicks.
Wholly crap I can't stop blogging. xD
Maybe I'll talk about dance. Yeah, that's what I'll do now.
It's the one thing that my parents dont want me to do. My phiroettes might damage the carpet and my jumps might make a disturbing noise to the people living downstairs.
It's the one thing that keeps me going. Without it I would be a depressed cookie without any signs of abs.
It's the one thing that I'll probably keep doing when I'm older. Even when I have kids, whenever
I have kids, I'll encourage them to dance. If not, I'll just build my own dance studio in my basement.
I just discovered that I have a passion for dancing just last year. Don't get me wrong. I danced before, but that was before I realized that I even had a smidgen of talent within me.
I even bought some knee-high socks specifically so I can wear them to dance class LOL
But it's probably the one thing that most people think that I shouldn't do. -______- Do I care? Somewhat, but I still do it anyways.
Dance gives me the strength to express who I am without words. Even so, my message is still unclear to the world.
~*`/~
Oh YUCK, my blueberry yogurt has expired >__<
Toodles everyone.
xoxo,
Gossip Girl ;)
Awesome no? The physical version of this poem is actually in my sock drawer. Just for kicks.
Wholly crap I can't stop blogging. xD
Maybe I'll talk about dance. Yeah, that's what I'll do now.
It's the one thing that my parents dont want me to do. My phiroettes might damage the carpet and my jumps might make a disturbing noise to the people living downstairs.
It's the one thing that keeps me going. Without it I would be a depressed cookie without any signs of abs.
It's the one thing that I'll probably keep doing when I'm older. Even when I have kids, whenever
I have kids, I'll encourage them to dance. If not, I'll just build my own dance studio in my basement.
I just discovered that I have a passion for dancing just last year. Don't get me wrong. I danced before, but that was before I realized that I even had a smidgen of talent within me.
I even bought some knee-high socks specifically so I can wear them to dance class LOL
But it's probably the one thing that most people think that I shouldn't do. -______- Do I care? Somewhat, but I still do it anyways.
Dance gives me the strength to express who I am without words. Even so, my message is still unclear to the world.
~*`/~
Oh YUCK, my blueberry yogurt has expired >__<
Toodles everyone.
xoxo,
Gossip Girl ;)
Contrary to popular belief, I'm not a crazy fan of doritos.
... That's not to say I don't like them.
I started this blog because Jamie told me to and I'm as bored as a sloth on a stick. Mind you, I wouldn't want to know where that stick is at. O__O
I guess I'll try and treat this as my journal or dairy or whatever. That might mean that this blog might die in a couple of months. Weeks. Days. Hours. Can we even go as far to say minutes? I'm sorta bad at keeping track of things, and I'm quite forgetful. Let me give you an example of how forgetful I am because you don't really need to know but I want to tell you internet stalkers out there anyways.
Case 1 of Moi (thats right, I'm a case... suitcase LOL):
Today at the Chinese store my mom phoned me and asked me to bring home some pumpkin or squash or SOMETHING of that nature. Naturally I don't do as she asks and I wander off into the drink section so I could get some of the asain juice I was going to get originally. I found them and was overwhelmed with how many flavours there were. So I got 2 of everything. 10 bucks down the drain right there. Then I passed by some pocky and I ask: who can resist pocky?!?! Blah blah blah my adventures end at the cashier and guess what? I don't have any pumpkin -_____- Then my dad who miraculously appears out of nowhere is standing by me waiting for the line to freaking move and once we reach the front he's all like "OMG THERES NO PUMPKIN". and he runs as fast as he can to get it. It was a funny sight since my dad is no runner and he jiggles like Santa.
Hmmmm... There's a pimple forming on my forehead... great. >____<
.
.
.
.
.
.
I'm hungry.=(
My asain juice is just making me go pee -___________-
My nails are sparkly.
AND OMG I NEED A PB&J SANDWICH RIGHT NOW OR IM GONNA MURDER SOMEONE.
No I'm not fat. If you think that you can super glue your feet to the ceiling and pass out.
I had a dream last night. If only I could remember it. T________T
Oh and that chick's bitch needs to talk to me again. I miss making fun of you.
I started this blog because Jamie told me to and I'm as bored as a sloth on a stick. Mind you, I wouldn't want to know where that stick is at. O__O
I guess I'll try and treat this as my journal or dairy or whatever. That might mean that this blog might die in a couple of months. Weeks. Days. Hours. Can we even go as far to say minutes? I'm sorta bad at keeping track of things, and I'm quite forgetful. Let me give you an example of how forgetful I am because you don't really need to know but I want to tell you internet stalkers out there anyways.
Case 1 of Moi (thats right, I'm a case... suitcase LOL):
Today at the Chinese store my mom phoned me and asked me to bring home some pumpkin or squash or SOMETHING of that nature. Naturally I don't do as she asks and I wander off into the drink section so I could get some of the asain juice I was going to get originally. I found them and was overwhelmed with how many flavours there were. So I got 2 of everything. 10 bucks down the drain right there. Then I passed by some pocky and I ask: who can resist pocky?!?! Blah blah blah my adventures end at the cashier and guess what? I don't have any pumpkin -_____- Then my dad who miraculously appears out of nowhere is standing by me waiting for the line to freaking move and once we reach the front he's all like "OMG THERES NO PUMPKIN". and he runs as fast as he can to get it. It was a funny sight since my dad is no runner and he jiggles like Santa.
Hmmmm... There's a pimple forming on my forehead... great. >____<
.
.
.
.
.
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I'm hungry.=(
My asain juice is just making me go pee -___________-
My nails are sparkly.
AND OMG I NEED A PB&J SANDWICH RIGHT NOW OR IM GONNA MURDER SOMEONE.
No I'm not fat. If you think that you can super glue your feet to the ceiling and pass out.
I had a dream last night. If only I could remember it. T________T
Oh and that chick's bitch needs to talk to me again. I miss making fun of you.
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