Monday, April 10, 2006
Okay, that's not the point of my post today. I decided to crap a little to get me into the mood! As I slowly but surely crank out this unimaginative entry, I am busy making a new skin, as the more I look at this old one, the MORE i feel like puking. Anyone wanna agree with me on that? Agreements graciously accepted =)).
I haven't been online or on the computer lately, but this is something i did a few weeks back. What do you guys reckon? Good enough for blogskins? I sure worked hard on it. I worked hard by eating a lot of Pringles during the making. Ahem, Pringles should be endorsing my blog.
So, I figure if I wanna be a journalist, I gotta have the right style, and a unique one, of writing! So I have decided to populate? popularise? my blog. (( Are those words even English? -.- )) Beside the point. My entry today must seem pretty pointless huh?
Well, IT ISN'T.
I hate the way guys are wired. Let me give you a little diagram of a typical man's brain. No offense to any guys, but hey! It's scientifically proven =)). By the way, those little lumps? Those are the guys' brain guts. Haha.
'There is no way to be a perfect father, but there's a million ways to be a good one.'
I love that quote! It's so true! I want to apply it to my blogging. There's no way for me to blog about one perfect topic and churn out a perfect entry, but there's a million good topics I can blog about? Who says a blog has to be perfect all the time?
The other day I was freaking angry about something. Our Cold War finally escalated into a full blown fight. Without the fists of course. Mostly, it went like this.
"You don't *beep* believe me then *beep* ask ........ to check her *beep* history!"
Fill in the *beep*s with your own words, of course. Preferably more creative than the one I used. To which she replied,
"Don't you *beep* me. I don't wanna hear your *beep*!!"
Once again, ladies and gentlemen, you are left to your own creative devices. I ask you to please keep those words to yourself though =))
Adrian was being so freaking kaypoh, so i told him to EFF OFF. I was freaking freaking pissed at the time alrite? And after I cooled down (( picture a hiss coming from my burning body, the STEAM! )) he told me to wash my mouth with Kleenex. which led me to think, who hasn't muttered a few bad words?
Pay attention, por favor! (( meaning please, pronounced por-fahbor - check out my spanish! xp ))
This guy I know, who has no trouble expressing his high self esteem, was talking to my best friend. And I was talking to another guy at the bus stop. Just after our Literature class. And the guy I was talkin to, let's name him A said that the other guy, D liked a girl we shall call Fanny. No untoward thoughts please. Scuse me. Por Favor =)) And this girl isn't exactly a rose. She's more of a thorn among the frangipanis. Whatever. D's car came to pick him up, and as he walked past the three of us (( my best friend, A and I )) he easily went,
"Fuck you lah."
All calm and controlled. See? Everyone uses it at one time or another! Although my usage of the word is purely limited to angrily uncontrollable times, and when the shock of dropping something (( my phone, per se )) gets to me. Ergo, everyone needs to wipe their mouths, THE INSIDE of their mouths with Kleenex. Although I prefer royal gold =p.
Argh! The creative writing juices slowly being squeezed out of me, are compressing my ability to photoshop at the same time! So I decided to concentrate on this. Hands up, anyone who hasn't muttered a bad word at one time or another, cause you'll be the only remaining angel in the whole world! Congratulations~
WTF. Ignore that stupid comment. I'm being my usual zany self.
I've been reading a lot of deep books recently. Although none as deep as Sophie's World, which Chareli read. (( Recently? *shrugs* )) Deep, in my definition, means not Sweet Valley and not Meg Cabot. I've been going through all of Amy Tan's books, which mostly have the same theme. And I don't think anyone would be intersted in hearing it, as I'm the only one I know who reads Amy Tan. Ting Xin reads John Grisham. Chareli reads philosophical books. Chyrene reads Danielle Steel. And I read Archie Comics x)). Oh, and Dan Brown.
Hmm. The word RETARD seems to be a favourite of some of the ahlians in Friendster. Every other sentence goes,
*your name here*
retarted girl. - (( RETARDED! ))
SOP for those girls. Here's something nice for you guys.
My retartedness =)). I'm sorry, but nein, danke schon. (( german for no, thanks. pronounced nain, tangke shun =pPp ))
Lol. Sad to say, my creative juices have outflowed themselves typing this amazing (( i quote myself! )) entry. I gotta squeeze more out for my photoshop, so until next time, salieu!
PS. This entry even included language lessons =)) Looks like my trips to Europe paid off.
i'm emo @ 3:18 AM