November 14, 2008
stoked ;
the past few days has been fairly evil to me, only to realize a happy weekend ahead. work was, rubbish, parents treat, purposely tripping on my daily life as a pastime, harassing me like an underage to pay my bills IMMEDIATELY in full, not considering the possibility of me having to eat grass or walking about 100km to work, at the end of the month. i forgot how to dance or sing. worst of all, i forgot how to feel.
yes, tears of accumulated anger still lingers on my boyfriend's pillow, i suppose. i cried, real bad, causing my left eye to have a bulge and opening it this morning was sure as hell, a struggle. then came, 2 long, magical, comforting arms that just shield me from all my senseless digressing while snotting all at the same time, complaining how cruel and unsympathetic this word "money" can do us. work means money. and, with work, the lesser time we get even though we have money.
and so, all my misery dragons has been destroyed by my charming prince in a shining armor who climbed through my dungeon window with the help of my uber long nipples.
unlikely fairytale. o kay. it looks disgusting because i have this thing where whatever people say or whenever they tell me a story, my brain would just generate pictures, making a mini movie out of it. ergh. ironically enough, i can't draw out a map in my head and i am very bad with directions.
i...should be catching Madagascar 2 today. or, other great movies? undecided. suggestions people?
nonetheless, if i could elect a president that could go against Oprah(i like her too, so this would be even tougher that Mccain and Obama), he would be my choice. the laid back, detailed thinker, eco-friendly, Mr Mraz(but? Oprah has a gazillion bags of dripping cash).
that cat must be really fond of him. and, the magician look is so not going well for him, obviously but it is effing hilarious.
Mr Mraz's capability to make me laugh, be it through his eclectic creativity to make words more than just words or just through plain stupidity, reminds me a lot of bf(ya ya, which explains). but the way he uses words to give everything a deeper meaning and promotes awareness around the world, really turns me on. Mraz is the common man, (similar to the one whom i intend to get married to, but one who can never maintain a blog) who has a brain bigger than President Bush.
after being a fan for quite some time, i HAVE JUST stumbled upon his blog hours ago. you'll have a blast reading it, trust me.
i believe, i just realize that i am in love, head over heels with wits to keep me alive and has an infatuation on looks which can become very much boring after a while.
picture it this way. which way would you have it?would you be utmost satisfied when, A) someone is seducing you in bed/on the phone, with words that just makes your brains compile pictures and turn it into a mini-porn? or B) have someone painfully attractive in bed/on the phone with you, but he/she is bored as heck?
Mr Mraz's capability to make me laugh, be it through his eclectic creativity to make words more than just words or just through plain stupidity, reminds me a lot of bf(ya ya, which explains). but the way he uses words to give everything a deeper meaning and promotes awareness around the world, really turns me on. Mraz is the common man, (similar to the one whom i intend to get married to, but one who can never maintain a blog) who has a brain bigger than President Bush.
after being a fan for quite some time, i HAVE JUST stumbled upon his blog hours ago. you'll have a blast reading it, trust me.
i believe, i just realize that i am in love, head over heels with wits to keep me alive and has an infatuation on looks which can become very much boring after a while.
picture it this way. which way would you have it?would you be utmost satisfied when, A) someone is seducing you in bed/on the phone, with words that just makes your brains compile pictures and turn it into a mini-porn? or B) have someone painfully attractive in bed/on the phone with you, but he/she is bored as heck?
and you know what?
my boyfriend calls me this thing, up here. its Mort from Madagascar.
because?apparently, he thinks i am a conniving little schmuck.
yes, he is very much of a sweetheart, everyone.
VERY annoying.
PS: go read Jason's entry on March 24th, 2008, Patriotism 101. i'm not the only one who thinks like that at all. then again, Singapore is replaying that exact American phase. when is our change? Proposition 8 in Califormia, is utter utter rubbish and i don't support it either. once again, similar to those who would vote for Mccain, i think the "country" people (hillbilies from Texas and the others who live in the suburbs) with strong religion etiquette will participate in this proposition. sigh. they don't come around you and stick it up your ass. they don't provoke you. they're just making the best of their lives. they have their rights too. thing is, they are no different from any of us.
- the zoo that once we called home during our childhood is now a gory place prior to the tragic event that took place recently. i was scared out of my wits and thinking what was the other staffs doing?strangely enough, he said to 1 of his staff,"goodbye, i'm not going to see you again", right before the incident. he wasn't even a bit scared to enter the white tigers cell. my deepest condolence to Mr Nordin's family.
God IS mighty.
credits: Jason Mraz's blog
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