WARNING: Some words or viewpoints used in this blog may not be suitable for dim-witted souls.
Numero UNO: Everyone knows or is some how, some way associated to that one person who can't seem to find anything else better to do than constantly brag and flaunt everything they have or own. Am I right? And the most annoying thing about it all is how they try so hard to interpret that they're not actually trying to show off, but everyone who knows better knows that it was their exact intention to bolster in the first place. The funniest part about it all is the truth! Oh how I love the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth...and that is, get this: NOBODY ACTUALLY GIVES AN INFECTED, LOUSY PIECE OF SHIT. There once was a saying that went something like this; when your work speaks for itself, don't interrupt. Unless you are in every way flawless, keep your worthless bragging shit to yourself. It's such a nuisance even when it's accidental I run into that shit.
Numero DOS: CLINGY BFs and GFs. I'm no expert at relationships but actually giving your significant other the chance to miss you sometimes may help your relationship. Try it out.
Numero TRES: Pricks who don't think they're being racist when they actually are.
Numero QUATRO: We always, ALWAYS come across this type of girl who thinks it's cute or funny to act like a complete dipshity, incoherent, moronic, dumbass. It's not cool, and no one is impressed by your mentally challenged brain that controls the rest of of your handicapped body. Quit pretending to act like a ditz, everyone knows you're just constantly seeking for attention. I'd rather gouge my eyes out and drink horse piss than listen to your dull, short-coming stories of your life.
Numero CINCO: Were you aware that there are people who aren't satisfied with their lives, so instead they try to find ways to make someone else's life miserable? Seriously, learn how to play chess or something. It's not necessary to go through all that shit to figure out someone's cell number, address, or worst, their social security number..and then spend countless days cyber-stalking them. Get a fucken life, imbecile.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Monday, December 28, 2009
Merry New Year, Happy Christmas!
A little photo update, taken at my work place..but anywho! How was everyone's Christmas? Hopefully you all had a wonderful holiday and got the chance to spend quality time with your loved ones. As we all know, within three days it'll be a new year! And with a new year comes new year resolutions. I can't say right now what mine are, but I do know little things I want to work on in trying to better my start on 2010. Texting is definitely addicting, but for the new year I want to call my friends instead of sending them little text messages. I've also noticed how it's harder for me now to keep in touch with long-distant buddies so that's something I want to improve as well. I hate knowing that I could be closer to someone and having that feeling of slowly losing them as a good friend...and it's worst when you know it's mostly your fault. Continuing, I want to work on improving my relationship with my parents. It's not that anything is wrong or awful, but to simply be closer to my parents would give me a very refreshing and relieved feeling that I've been long deprived of. I know my parents have been very patient in dealing with my very rebellious behavior and I'm ever so grateful for them. They're the best, I love them both dearly and it's unfortunate that I don't tell them that enough. This new year seems like a good time to work on that, don't you think? They're on vacation in California right now and I miss them.So how's that for a start? I'm definitely excited for the new year. It brings a lot of motivation and encouragement to start on a new project or simply continue on one you've already been working on. If you're planning on celebrating the new year then I wish you all do it in a safe, considerable manner! You definitely do not want to start fresh with a hangover. And do share with me your resolutions if you've come up with anything interesting and clever; if not, share anyway. =) Good night.
OH! I forgot to add! There's tons of Christmas photos! I'll be sure to post them up ASAP. And thanks to everyone who's been following. It's too bad you all don't have a blog too! I still appreciate you all letting me know with my other websites that you've been reading. It makes me want to blog more! So thanks again. =)
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
You might find this amusing...
Some teriffying, go-into-shock moments for someone could be a trigger for someone else's funny bone. WHY? If you're on the receiving end and are one of those who feed off someone's life threatening encounters then I somewhat despise you right now. Story goes like this...haha.
I woke up this morning and worked on some house chores. I was waiting for my sister-in-law to finish making the rice and as she was working on it, she stopped and started sniffing everything. Then she asked me, "What's that smell?" I reply, "I don't know? I don't smell anything?" She says, "Something smells weird. It smells bad." I shrug it off; she continues making the rice and I move in and work on the dishes. After doing the dishes, I picked up the broom and started sweeping. First in the living room, then worked my way into the dining room, the halls...and then the dreadful kitchen. I swept under the fridge, then under the counters,...as I made my way towards the oven, I notice something but wasn't sure what it was. I swept it out it and it took me a few more seconds than it should have for me to make out what it was that was hiding under our oven; a dead mice! As soon as I realized it was a mice I immediately screamed that ear-piercing scream every man dreads to hear. LOL, my mom started yelling, asking why I was screaming so much. My sister-in-law comes into the kitchen also curious as to why I was screaming and as soon as she notices she too starts to twitch in an awkward manner and manages to let out a few yelps as well. LOL, my other sister-in-law walks upstairs from the basement and it seemed she found it amusing (she was laughing a lot) because she took a photo of it. I'm sure she plans to send it to my sister because apparently my little niece had told her and my brother that she wanted a mouse for Christmas. A photo of a dead mouse, lol..great Christmas present AUNTY YEE! Hahahaha. Then my mom comes out of her room and finds out why we're screaming and she starts to laugh too! Of course I had to laugh too but literally I was scared to death of that tiny little thing with that tiny, little, nasty tail. EW! I just left all the dirt I swept from the house where it was and made my brother finish up the job. Haha. I can't seem to walk around the house now without wearing my slippers. Haha, just incase..you know. I wasn't aware that our house had mice! GROSS! I'm extra cautious now walking into the kitchen. I'm scared I'm gonna accidently step on another dead mice!! EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!! LOL.
So there, go ahead and laugh your butt off from my terrifying experience this morning. Haha, on a brighter note, my girls Christmas party potluck is this evening. I should probably get ready since I still have to make something to bring for the dinner. The theme is red, green, and gold. Hmm, what should I wear?
I woke up this morning and worked on some house chores. I was waiting for my sister-in-law to finish making the rice and as she was working on it, she stopped and started sniffing everything. Then she asked me, "What's that smell?" I reply, "I don't know? I don't smell anything?" She says, "Something smells weird. It smells bad." I shrug it off; she continues making the rice and I move in and work on the dishes. After doing the dishes, I picked up the broom and started sweeping. First in the living room, then worked my way into the dining room, the halls...and then the dreadful kitchen. I swept under the fridge, then under the counters,...as I made my way towards the oven, I notice something but wasn't sure what it was. I swept it out it and it took me a few more seconds than it should have for me to make out what it was that was hiding under our oven; a dead mice! As soon as I realized it was a mice I immediately screamed that ear-piercing scream every man dreads to hear. LOL, my mom started yelling, asking why I was screaming so much. My sister-in-law comes into the kitchen also curious as to why I was screaming and as soon as she notices she too starts to twitch in an awkward manner and manages to let out a few yelps as well. LOL, my other sister-in-law walks upstairs from the basement and it seemed she found it amusing (she was laughing a lot) because she took a photo of it. I'm sure she plans to send it to my sister because apparently my little niece had told her and my brother that she wanted a mouse for Christmas. A photo of a dead mouse, lol..great Christmas present AUNTY YEE! Hahahaha. Then my mom comes out of her room and finds out why we're screaming and she starts to laugh too! Of course I had to laugh too but literally I was scared to death of that tiny little thing with that tiny, little, nasty tail. EW! I just left all the dirt I swept from the house where it was and made my brother finish up the job. Haha. I can't seem to walk around the house now without wearing my slippers. Haha, just incase..you know. I wasn't aware that our house had mice! GROSS! I'm extra cautious now walking into the kitchen. I'm scared I'm gonna accidently step on another dead mice!! EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!! LOL.
So there, go ahead and laugh your butt off from my terrifying experience this morning. Haha, on a brighter note, my girls Christmas party potluck is this evening. I should probably get ready since I still have to make something to bring for the dinner. The theme is red, green, and gold. Hmm, what should I wear?
Monday, December 21, 2009
My First Blog!
I've always wanted one of these things, and it wasn't until recently (an hour ago) that I finally decided to create one for myself! Yaaaaay me. Now I have more reasons to be vampire-like rather than tossing and turning in my bed. My life is strikingly admirable must I say.
While my fingers are at the brink of being half frozen, I can't help but try to think of some place or idea to keep my brain warm. The sun, a hot cup of cappuccino, blankets; more in depth warmth...good times, family, friends, my girlfriends especially. And this is the part where my wandering thoughts take an abrupt halt. Ladies (or gentlemen), have you ever had one of those friends whom (up until today I still don't know if I use this term correctly) you pity because they've seemed to completely lost their ability to think and make decisions for themselves because of their significant other? Well sail away with me in my boat, because it's sad to say but I believe I've have a few more than I actually should.
Call me childish but it has always boggled my mind how mindless these girls can be. As I can recall, I've been ditched several times, plans have never gone as supposed to because "something" came up. Sure, I wouldn't mind so much if this occured only once in a while, but believe you me, it happened consecutively to the point where I got annoyed and didn't bother making plans with them anymore all because I knew they wouldn't follow through anyway. I'm blogging about it so yeah, it was that bad. I respect their relationships dearly but damn woman, one day with your friend instead of your man will not kill you nor would it punture a wound in his heart. I would understand if these girls only spent time with their boyfriends here and there but it was every single day! Not just every single day but it was every minute of every single day literally. Clingy would be an understatement for these girls. Not that I would know, but from what I've seen and observed over the past few years of my adolescent stage, I've learnt that men need certain days to BREATHE. Hell, I would need a few days to myself as well if my boyfriend became that attached. I've loved to China and back and I know no love is so tremendous that a couple must spend every single precious moment of time with each other. Not unless they were in their 80s, both diagnosed with a disease and were dying as I type...and even then they'd probably take five minutes to go drop the kids off at the pool and read a magazine.
A message to these girls, grow a spine perhaps. Your boyfriend will still be there when you come back from a 30 minute lunch with your girlfriends. Throw him on a couch with a PS3 and it's a guarantee he'd still be in the exact same position you last left him. Learn how to think for yourselves and not what he tells you. Appreciate your surroundings although it may seem hard because you're so lost in his eyes. Don't forget you have amazing girlfriends who very much miss spending time with you! And if you don't, when you realize you actually still need friends in your life, it might already be too late. I know I sure don't stick around with girls who blow me off every single time we make plans and still expect us to be best friends forever. I've got better things to do.
How's that for a first blog? Amusing, eh?
While my fingers are at the brink of being half frozen, I can't help but try to think of some place or idea to keep my brain warm. The sun, a hot cup of cappuccino, blankets; more in depth warmth...good times, family, friends, my girlfriends especially. And this is the part where my wandering thoughts take an abrupt halt. Ladies (or gentlemen), have you ever had one of those friends whom (up until today I still don't know if I use this term correctly) you pity because they've seemed to completely lost their ability to think and make decisions for themselves because of their significant other? Well sail away with me in my boat, because it's sad to say but I believe I've have a few more than I actually should.
Call me childish but it has always boggled my mind how mindless these girls can be. As I can recall, I've been ditched several times, plans have never gone as supposed to because "something" came up. Sure, I wouldn't mind so much if this occured only once in a while, but believe you me, it happened consecutively to the point where I got annoyed and didn't bother making plans with them anymore all because I knew they wouldn't follow through anyway. I'm blogging about it so yeah, it was that bad. I respect their relationships dearly but damn woman, one day with your friend instead of your man will not kill you nor would it punture a wound in his heart. I would understand if these girls only spent time with their boyfriends here and there but it was every single day! Not just every single day but it was every minute of every single day literally. Clingy would be an understatement for these girls. Not that I would know, but from what I've seen and observed over the past few years of my adolescent stage, I've learnt that men need certain days to BREATHE. Hell, I would need a few days to myself as well if my boyfriend became that attached. I've loved to China and back and I know no love is so tremendous that a couple must spend every single precious moment of time with each other. Not unless they were in their 80s, both diagnosed with a disease and were dying as I type...and even then they'd probably take five minutes to go drop the kids off at the pool and read a magazine.
A message to these girls, grow a spine perhaps. Your boyfriend will still be there when you come back from a 30 minute lunch with your girlfriends. Throw him on a couch with a PS3 and it's a guarantee he'd still be in the exact same position you last left him. Learn how to think for yourselves and not what he tells you. Appreciate your surroundings although it may seem hard because you're so lost in his eyes. Don't forget you have amazing girlfriends who very much miss spending time with you! And if you don't, when you realize you actually still need friends in your life, it might already be too late. I know I sure don't stick around with girls who blow me off every single time we make plans and still expect us to be best friends forever. I've got better things to do.
How's that for a first blog? Amusing, eh?
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