2am

examples of why msn is not an effective mode of communication

2009-07-04T05:25:00.000+08:00

Ok. Althought I'm almost always signed into msn when I'm on the computer, I've never fancied it as an effective communication tool.
Here are some reasons as to why:

Mc`Lyn: i haven't seen a movie in agess
ѕчlvz: download
Mc`Lyn: yeah
ѕчlvz:no, as in why dont you download some
Mc`Lyn: yeah i know
Mc`Lyn: that's why i said yeah
Sylvz: OH

Mc`Lyn: What you doing?
'A': At my cousins babysitting
'A': What up?
Mc`Lyn: lots of things
Mc`Lyn: having fun ?
'A': how are u having fun?
Mc`Lyn: not really, quite the opposite
'A': huh? so you having fun or not?
Mc`Lyn: I asked you if you were having fun babysitting
'A': OH
Mc`Lyn: -_-

(talking about reading and writing viet)
david: can you read and write?
Mc`Lyn: i can read better than write but haven't dont both in a while so i'm prolly rusty
david: u mean the food in the restaurants?
Mc`Lyn (after 5 minutes of thinking): i can eat food..i dont think i can read them though..o.0

CnG798: day off tomorroe
CnG798: which ill valuee
CnG798: to sleep in
Mc`Lyn: haha
Mc`Lyn: sleep now
CnG798: ok
CnG798: nitees
CnG798: byee
Mc`Lyn: byee

minutes later...

Mc`Lyn: i thought you were going to bed
CnG798: i thought u were...
Mc`Lyn: i told YOU to go to bed..
CnG798: u said bed time...
Mc`Lyn: LOL
Mc`Lyn: alright then...big misunderstanding -_-

an hour later...

CnG798: ahahhahaha
CnG798: anyways
CnG798: bedtiimmee
Mc`Lyn: for real this time?
CnG798: for real -_-

1:08AM

2009-05-25T01:07:00.002+08:00

Things I have learn't this semester:

Absolutely nothing.
I will not get offered honours. This is not a big deal. (This is a big deal)
I suck at time management.
I should not pick up calls by private numbers. Some sucker is calling me right now.
I should bank my pay if I want to save.
I need to study better. (faster and more efficiently minus msn and youtube. I don't get hooked onto facebook)
My vocabulary is very limited. (Scramble challenges me)
That sucker is calling again and I'm still not picking up.
I can lick my nipples.
Number 10 was a joke.
Sleep is important.

The Way Life Should be..

2009-05-24T19:55:00.000+08:00

"The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A death. What's that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you're too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until you're young enough to enjoy retirement. You drink alcohol, you party, and you get ready for High School. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last 9 months floating... then you finish off as an orgasm! Amen." - George Costanza, Seinfeld.

A little too late there, mate

2009-05-12T01:36:00.004+08:00

Notice that I don't receive apologetic messages of appreciation from my ex boyfriends until months and years after breaking up. Is it just me, or is that a tad delayed?

I'm not doubting the sincerity of your expressions, but wouldn't these words have been more valid say, during the last few minutes when we're exchanging our last goodbyes? More influential in the month of the breakup when I was trying to get over you? More moving within the 3 months after breakup when I would've felt something?

Is it because you've just suddenly had a bloody epiphany one day and decided to thank/apologise to all the ex girlfriends you've had in your life? Or did that little voice inside you named Conscience dictate that whole heart-felt message? Well, 2 or 3 lines of a message.

Haha don't get me wrong. Although a bit weird, but thanks. It was nice. Atleast its better delayed than not ever being executed at all. But you know, asking me about the weather would have been more relevant. =S

Don't lie to yourself...

2009-05-08T12:28:00.003+08:00

To be frank,
No one's going to buy your ticket to melbourne because they love you so much. People won't get together and bid you farewell over dim sum because you're going on holidays for a week and they'll miss you. Surprise parties are only thrown for "special people". No, your friend is not going to call you up after 3 months of not talking and offer to make amends. Things just don't work that way. Shot gun? Haha, no one's going to save you a seat in their car or offer your a ride from a to b. Drunk and k.o'd? Sick and coughing your guts out? Then find a place to die quietly. Because in most cases, generosity is not naturally embedded in people to spend a few weeks pay on a few days with you. They ain't gonna notice if you're absent from the country for a week or 2. or 3. Age is just a number. And since we're going all out here, let's be honest. No one gives a shit about the day you were born and it's either a first come first serve process or preconceived mutual obligation between people for shotgunned seats. The rest? hah, find your own way or walk there. "Bro-ship" and "sisterhoods" are shortlived and rarely lived up to. People don't care because they care, they care because it's rude not to pretend to. Atleast during the first few months anyway, when "friendship" is played out closest to the way it's supposed to be. People are lazy, and forgetful so caring is eventually forgotten. So make yourself one of the main players if you wanna be regonised. If you're kinda hanging out on the sidelines then yes, you will fall behind and be marginalised.

So you see, friendship is merely a construct of what people would like it to be but are too lazy driven by self interest to carry it out. The laws of give and take are almost never balanced so please don't base your thesis on a myth. The affinity of humans to each other is actually false advertising. People strive to be accepted and remembered. they waste time, money, effort just so others might remember to sms them on their birthday. Facebook is just a means to remind people about others. Sarah's birthday is tomorrow, oh better message her then.

Don't lie to yourself. you won't be missed when you're gone.

Expensive shoes

2009-04-28T21:45:00.002+08:00

Vogue Forums
Ok, I'm reading some of the threads in here and thinking, "Where the fuck do girls get the money to splurge like this?"
YSL Patent Pumps for $725. They were hot, so ok...if you can afford it. But a Fendi pencil case for $150? Are you fucking kidding me?
Burberry Knight heels? Jimmy Choos, Manolo Blanhiks, Miu Miu? I haven't heard of half of the other brands mentioned but God damn..what a wonderful world they're living in if buying a $500 pair of shoes sounds as casual as they make it to be. And I understand if it's some rich investment banker lady rocking these shoes, but many of the girls on here are in university or highshool. Damn rich people.
So to all those who have said that I am rich in the past - what, does it look like I shit out cash? Or my parents, for that matter?

Alright, I'm sorry. I'm just mad because I'm broke as a joke and haven't been shopping since January and haven't had a job till now. I'm going shopping tomorrow though! With a limited supply of cash, ofcourse :(. I want a trust fund for Christmas!! boo

work

2009-04-28T19:54:00.003+08:00

I thought I should talk about my first day at work. Yep.. I rocked up to uni in work attire - a white button up blouse and black pants and got a whole heap of "you're dressed up today". Reminds me of the time when i wore baggy black khaki-material kinda pants and people went hysterical because they thought I was going for a job interview. Well, not hysterical but i received a lot of remarks.

I now work at a pharmacy in Bedfore. How I got the job? My family friend is the new manager there. Work was ok. The till makes me feel like an unco-ordinated retard and the customers are nice. old, but nice. Other than getting bullied by the cash register and EFTPOS machine, overall it was ok. I could hack it, it was hackable. I was disappointed by the available eateries surrounding the place though. The selection was very bland - we're next to City Farmers, a servo, a dog grooming salon, a bank, a gym, a lunchbar, a sushi place (which happened to be closed at 1pm wth?) and a kebab shop. So looks like i need to start bringing in my own lunch.

Ummmm...I dunno what the pay rate is yet, and my set hours for the time being are Mondays 3-7 and Saturdays 9-6. This Saturday I'm working with a newly registered pharmacist who's just graduated. Was told she doesn't do much and likes to keep to herself. And that she's lazy. fantastic. Hope all goes well.

To: that person

2009-04-23T17:44:00.003+08:00

To: that person,
You need to stop bitching about people. And if you can't, try and contain your gossip to the right people who won'.t go on to spread it. 'Cause it's all getting back to me and it's quite annoying.

Thank you.

procrastination

2009-04-22T15:59:00.004+08:00

22/04/09
Things I'm doing:
1. Blogging
2. Listening to Thirsty Merc
3. Chatting on MSN
4. Looking around the room
5. Drinking Redbull
6. Eating grapes
7. Reading the latest posts on passive-aggressive

Things I should be doing:
1. Studying for my mid-semester exam on Friday
2. Drinking more Redbull to wake up
3. Not be doing all the other stuff

Things I want:
1. Socks, my feet are cold
2. A couch
3. A TV
4. A job
5. $$$ hence, the job
6. Lollies
7. a massage

=)

2009-04-15T23:23:00.002+08:00

This guy can use his fingers. WATCH!!

-__-

2009-04-15T23:04:00.000+08:00

fuck you, economic crisis!

ms. judgemental

2009-04-14T00:43:00.003+08:00

What's with people telling me not to judge them this weekend?
I'm hell open-minded, man!

I do not care if you hooked in with him again.
I do not care if you did the McNasty with him behind a bush.
I don't care if you made out with a girl last night.
And frankly, I don't care if you did whatever you did 2 weeks ago. If you're ok with it, so am I. capiche? good.

now, how about you continue telling me the finer details... ;)

Dear Friend

2009-04-13T21:57:00.005+08:00

Dear Friend,
You got really fucked up yesterday and I was pretty worried. I never thought you'd be one to fall into the status quo, but I guess I falsely stretched your strength of abstinence. Please don't misunderstand me, I have absolutely no qualms against people who need drugs to party it up. And I'm not about to declare war on the next person who rages at me for being anti-drugs. It's not my style coz I'm all about freedom of expression, man!

You looked pretty out of it when I finally found you, kinda leaning and clinging onto the guy for dear life. Your eyes were rolled back and forth, in and out and I was kinda counting down the secs that it would take for your knees to give way. I guess I was kinda expecting you to just, well, topple over or something. Like a slinky. I didn't understand exactly what you were saying to me, but you were pretty fucking paranoid. No, I am not mad at you. No, I do not hate you. No, I am not judging you. And no, I do not think you are fat.

But yes, I was a lil' upset. I was upset that you had taken drugs and had not paced it out. But sweety, that was not the whole reason, if even a quarter of it. You see, there are many reasons to why saltwater wells in my eyes. I wanted to help you, but I didn't know how. I don't know how to help people under the influence. That's the reason why I turned around and left. I didn't want to see you like that.

Actually, I did suspect that it was not your first time because you were pretty magged at futuremusic too. I know as a fact that there are things that you are reluctant to tell me about. I also know that you're afraid to tell me because you think I would look at you differently after I realise. I've been overseeing this whole thing brew and I can tell you one thing, that chick you're hanging with is a fucking knob. I would have felt more relieved if she wasn't there with you because we both know that when you both get fucked she does so more.

I do not look at you differently. Although disappointed, I am just glad you are ok. Incase you're wondering how I am able to amazingly refrain from taking these small tablets of joy while everyone else around me pays a couple hours of wages for them, I'm just fucking sick of seeing people go through this shit time after time and it just puts me off. I am usually surrounded by people who are under the unfluence. I am accustomed to having to hand out lollipops, gum, lip balm and water. After hanging out with them long enough, you tend to pick up a few things. It's all hugs and kisses in the beginning when everyone's happy and chatty, but after the upswing there must be a downswing right? That's when I gotta deal with the head bopping lifeless corpses, or the emotional "leave me alones". The aggro ones threaten to kick my head in if I ask them if they're ok one more time and the slightly denser ones make absolutely no sense. Pills really bring out the weirdest sides of people. I am sorry I can't sympathise with you if you O.D. I don't want to be told to fuck off again.

The sight is almost unbearable to me. So to see you like that pains me. Does it hurt? Or does it feel like you're walking on water? Because it certainly doesn't look like fun. Put it bluntly, this is the stage where people look like a group of diseased slugs. Eyes rolling, lip licking, mouths chewing, drooling, even. Lying on top of each other like a litter of blind piglets (i would say pigs but piglets are cuter) passing around and sharing the same saliva filled bottle...And this is the part where I disappear off with someone who's alive enough to dance with me - or someone who has their timing of doses down.

I guess I don't really know what to say to you because I don't ping. And I guess I can't talk because I have never experienced it. And for all I know you pingers are probably shaking your heads and telling me I don't know what I'm missing out on. Yeah well...whatever. Let me live in my innocent ignorance. I do my thing, you do yours.

I hope you are feeling better now. Just be careful next time yeah?

Love you xx

Using my words.

2009-04-10T17:58:00.007+08:00

You'd think that having more than a decade of education under your belt you'd be able to pride yourself with an impeccable mastery of the English language. Lately, it seems like I've forgotten how to use my words :(

Even blogging has been difficult for me because I can't seem to rack up the words to express what my mind is telling me. It's like this: external force/situation/event -> recognised by brain -> brain sends signals to body and a reaction occurs -> mouth opens to speak...then...silence.

So I haven't been my chirpy twitter self lately (except on Wednesday at simmy's house when my brain overproduced batches of endorphins because I was hungry and dehydrated). I have been talking, but I would like for when I open my mouth something intelligent would come out. Not just an: "oh...ok". Either that or I utter out something totally inappropriate or irrelevant. Classic case of verbal vomit. I think it's because of the secrecy I've sworn to myself about keeping my personal details and thoughts disclosed to people that it has made it hard for me to communicate properly to another walking being. Even Mocchi could satisfy me these days with his level of conversation.

Paranoia and the issues of trust I've been battling have caused me to draw a line between what's acceptable and what's too close for comfort. And I refuse to speak openly to anyone who comes within that marked line. I find myself stepping away when they move in too close. Even with my closest friends - If I could smell his cologne, he was standing too close. Sigh, I really need to battle these monsters before they turn me into a crazy woman.

I'm in the mood for reading. The other day I wandered into Dymocks to look for something light-hearted to relieve my mind of daily frustrations before I sleep. I looked for Paper Planes by John Green, I heard it is a fantastic young-adult fiction. But being newly released in the US, they actually didn't have any in stock, nor were they ordering it. Ah well. I need something to read. Got any suggestions?

sleep poseer

2009-04-03T03:21:00.002+08:00

Find your own pose!

this is if i had a man to get tangled up with in bed every night..hmmm..

A Blind Boy

2009-03-08T15:04:00.004+09:00

I know I still need to blog about my trip to sydney and all the events that have happened since my last post, but being caught up with uni and a social life I just haven't had the time or mentality to write about anything. But soon soon, I promise I shall tell all ! I need to release some stress from my pea brain anyway =P
For now I would like to share a story. Let's be thankful for what we have shall we?

A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He held up a sign which said: "I am blind, please help." There were only a few coins in the hat.

A man was walking by. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. He then took the sign, turned it around and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words.

Soon the hat began to fill up. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy.

That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked, "Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?"

The man said, "I only wrote the truth. I said what you said but in a different way."

What he had written was: "Today is a beautiful day and I cannot see it."

Do you think the first sign and the second sign were saying the same thing?

Of course both signs told people the boy was blind. But the first sign simply said the boy was blind. The second sign told people they were so lucky that they were not blind.

Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective?

Moral of the Story:
Be thankful for what you have. Be creative. Be innovative. Think differently and positively.

Invite others towards good with wisdom. Live life with no excuse and love with no regrets.

When life gives you a 100 reasons to cry, show life that you have 1000 reasons to smile. Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future without fear. Keep the faith and drop the fear.

Great men say, "Life has to be an incessant process of repair and reconstruction, of discarding evil and developing goodness! In the journey of life, if you want to travel without fear, you must have the ticket of a good conscience."

The most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling!
And even more beautiful, is knowing that you are the reason behind it!
--Author Unknown

walk on me

2009-03-04T20:33:00.001+09:00

Tired of being stepped on...

A Great Feeling - Happiness

2009-03-03T17:35:00.003+09:00

I found this while browsing through other blogs and thought I'd share it.

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up,
he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods
where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and
color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans
played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of
the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the
man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing
by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In
his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with
descriptive words. Days and weeks passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths
only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his
first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.

It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have
compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."

Epilogue: There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.

Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.

Happiness can be created and shared even amidst an air of sorrow and sadness. You may be going through a hard time but that doesn't mean you have to walk around with a frown the whole day and bring others down. Yeah, life may suck but don't make it suck for somebody else. We may only be human, but we have the great ability to affect emotionally, the person next to us. A simple smile may light up a day for that poor bloke who missed his train. This brings me to think of all the people out there who are so engrossed in their own life and situations. Everything's me me me, I I I.

C'mon.
Live a lil'. Feeling sad? smile. Feeling angry? Pull a funny face. Feeling neglected and abandoned? Step back and hold the door open for that stranger. There is too much bitterness in this society.

After all, we are all stuck in this life whether we like it or not.
Let's make the world a happier place to live in.

=)

severe weather warnings in sydney

2009-01-21T21:46:00.003+09:00

a few hours to my flight and im a bit worried. there were a series of severe weather warnings issued for sydney with thunderstorms and gushing winds up to 90km/ph. there's bound to be a delay =/

i dont know why, but this time round, i'm not the tiniest bit excited, nor am i anticipating the 2 week long trip. a few weeks ago i was pretty happy, but during the past week no so much. an unsettling feeling is planted inside of me, and i can't find any reason why it would be there. maybe it's homesickness..hmm i dunno. but i guess i'll find out.

polaroid cameras and passport application ranting

2009-01-15T16:53:00.004+09:00

i had to go to the post office today with the determination to finalise my passport application once and for all. the whole thing was a fricking dilemma. the appointment was set for 11am so i left work at 10:30, thinking id be there in 15 minutes which should give me a bit of time to fill in the blanks in the application form. upon arriving i was barracaded at the entrance by a long line of people waiting in the passport application/renewal line. 'that's ok' i thought as i struggled to make my way through the human fort to a bench. 'i'm good' i thought, 'yeahhhh..this is good, i'll get it done today without a problem'. i even smiled to myself. life was good, yeah =). i randomly turned to the last page - the guarantors page - and started scanning.
'surname, yep.. given names..yep, electoral details..check..'
then..

'shit'.

i cursed under my breath at 6 blank boxes next to "date of birth" staring back at me. the old chap filling in the postal code of his envelope frowned so i enviously gazed at the numbers in his boxes -_-.

oh yeah, i had switched phones with my mum because she was complaining she couldn't see the buttons. this one is a sony ericsson, small and black therefore pretty hard to spot amongst the other junk floating around. i rummaged through my bag to fetch my it only to find that it wasn't there.

shit. shit. shit.

the time was 10:47, i still had 13 minutes till deadline and figured it was enough time to make it to and back to work if i sped. luckilly for me, the car infront of me got caught speeding on grand prom (hahahaha) while i switched lanes and gunned it to the lights. on the way back i called faiza's landline and spoke to her mother. i must've been panicking because the poor woman didn't understand what i was talking about and thought i was telemarketer, attempting to hang up on me. after the harmless misunderstanding was resolved she told me faiza's birthday (9th august)and continued to engaged in a long conversation with me about uni, faiza and the holidays - up until i parked my car at the galleria. i quickly farewelled, secretly thanking her for not accusing me of forgetting her daughter's birthday and being a bad friend.

the line at the post office was much shorter now and there was nothing stopping me from entering. while waiting i flipped through the form and filled in my mother's citizenship details. chyeah, i spent an good hour this morning fishing around for my parent's citizenship certificates which caused me to be late for work. this time it was a different lady, not as cheerful and nice as the one i had yesterday. she lazilly scanned my form with a bored expression, like she didn't know all the trouble i went through to be standing right infront of her to check it. everything went by smoothly as i watched her mark off the boxes, indicating that the sections were completed fully and correctly. everything was just dandy until we came to the gurantor's page.

the signature wasn't the same as the one on the back of my photo. 'what do you mean it's not the same??' i asked her and she showed me. the problem was this:

i know it's a crappy picture but hey, i did it on paint and i probably got her signature wrong too. big deal, so con artistry and forgery are definately not my forte but whatever. so you see, the signature in black is the one on my application form, the red signature is the one behind my photo. and the problem? the black one is signed with the first and last name on two lines, the red one is signed all in one line.

i felt like the wind was knocked out of me. i had to take another photo in my work-drenched state and i probably looked even more like a dropkick than the previous photos. 'look' she said, 'get her to sign the new photo exactly like she signed on the form then come back tomorrow.' i gave her a deathly stare. then she added: 'don't worry about making an appointment, just come straight to me.' atleast she's considerate.

so yes, another trip to the postie again tomorrow. all this trouble i go through for it. it should be grateful - it better take me to lots of countries one day.

hmmm..i rant a lot don't i? rhetoric, don't answer. i hope you don't think i'm an angry person because i'm not. i like sunflowers for god's sake. umm..what else..oh! i received my (rather expected) offer for uwa today. so i guess that's bye bye to murdoch and murdoch people, and murdoch refectory, and murdoch lecture theatres, and south street and murdoch drive. and hello to mounts bay road, and city food, and ancient buildings, and highschool friends.

that is all for now, my bodypump class awaits. byee!

passport applications a tedious process

2009-01-14T22:57:00.004+09:00

today was the fourth time i came to the post office in regards to applying for an adult passport. the first was to grab the form and take the photos, the second was to make an appointment, the third (yesterday) was declined because my photo didn't match up to the specs (a bit of my hair was chopped off -_-). i had taken them in one of them passport photo booths so you'd think they were accepted. reaking of pies and sausages, sweat and oil, i had to pose for another photo. first shot was off, did a second one - i looked daggy in both. i was also missing a document to prove my parent's citizenship at the time of my birth. they want me to find a passport/driver's licence issued nearly 20 years ago?

you've got to be kidding me. that's what i said to the nice lady at the post office today. we had a little rant and rave about how stupid and time-wasting the process was. the making of the appointment, the fishing out of documents issued decades before, the getting-the-photo right, the guarantors. and all this has to be done by 2pm since they don't accept passport applications after 2.30 pm. the post office lady commented on how it sometimes takes people 5 or 6 goes before the passport is finally sent to wherever it's supposed to go after which there is a 2 week downtown period for a card to be slipped into your letterbox then yet another trip to the postie to collect the piece of shit.

i learnt today that babies 6 months of age also had to take photos to accord to those fucking specs. they expect eyes opened, facing straight at the camera, no smiling, no teeth. WTF? they're BABIES - they sleep, they drool, laugh, cry, do funny things with their mouths - how are you supposed to keep a 6 month old baby still?

it was a long, hot, tiring, tedious, frustrating, long day. i let out my frustration infront of a little girl at work today (yes, i was cursing and grumbling to myself) and i feel absolutely horrible now. making a mental note to give her a free donut when she comes back. if she comes back, shit, she's probably not going to come back. ever.

see? this is what you did to me stupid passport application process. whoever invented it should go jump off a bridge. now.

happy new year (lazy hungry sick post)

2009-01-07T01:53:00.006+09:00

well HAPPY NEW YEARS PPL for all those who read. im not gonna go on about new years resolution crap because i know i won't meet them. so it's better to not have any and avoid the guilt when i don't. haha

i know, i know i'm a week late but excuuuuse me, i'm sick :(
fever, headache, sore throat, blocked nose - the whole lot.
fricking hell, i was sick during summerdayze too which greatly diminished my enjoyment of the day.

so yes, summerdayze was awesome. everyone was killin' the vicks and when i asked for a sniff they would look at me weirdly, grab me by the arm, lean in, and whisper: how much did u take?
then it was my turn to look at them weirdly, raise a 'brow and ask: whaddayamean? i took a noon, afternoon, and a night tablet.
then their eyes would bulge like this o.0: phwooarr you took 3??
and thennnn i show them my stash in the wallet and it isn't only then that they go OHHHH...
codral night and day flu tablets.
i even call ecstasy pills tablets.
i'm such a noob when it comes to drugs.
-_- i was the only one who genuinely needed the sniffers anyway.

um..what else. im a bit lazy. and hungry. so i cbf saying much. this should do it. i should call this my lazy and hungry post.

no. my lazy, hungry and sick post.

nightie night <3

eye candy

2008-12-23T23:45:00.009+09:00

i didn't go to the gym today and i absolutely hate myself for it. it was a pity too because i've been on the roll for like 3-4 weeks in a row and have been feeling absolutely fab - healthwise that is. so i made it a point when i told myself just then that i will not make anymore excuses! with the exception of christmas day, new years and hangovers. though i did once gym during a hangover and boy can i tell you it was not a very productive session. there was also that other time where i hit fitness first after uni, and after downing half a jug of beer at the tav. that experience however, was a pretty good one haha. anyway, point of story being that i will continue my 3 gym sesh/week streak! i've been meaning to push it to 4 or 5 lately because i haven't been getting as tired after each time. i think i need to up the resistance levels too.

so to help motivate and engage me to getting fit and healthy this summer i surfed the web for pictures of some hot hot celeb bodies. no, i'm still swinging right but i just like to admire -_-

let's go through them:

who better to start off with the gorgeous glamorous queens of the runway: the vs girls! one word: smokin'

beyonce is one fiiione piece of meat. i don't like stick skinny girls so some of the girls on VS are a bit too skinny for me. beyonce is the global icon of how a woman's body should be: curvy but toned and bootayLicious!

jessica alba. i'm not even gonna go there. she's the woman of every man's dreams.

i also like toned and fit bodies, especially bodies of girls who do some sort of physical activity for e.g playing sports or dancing. nicky whelan is a model, actress and dancer, best known for her role as pepper in neighbours. just look at them abs! she prolly does ballet or something.

Shin Mina found her 15 minutes of fame as Korea's 'world cup' girl. she's now a singer and dancer. look at the abs.

allison Stokke is an 18-year-old american pole vaulter. healthy, fit and toned. and she looks like she eats.

nicole scherzinger is 30 and hot.

i always remembered jessica biel simply as that girl off 7th Heaven back in the day. chuck and larry proved otherwise.

megan fox: we all envied that brunette bombshell off transformers.

and last but most definately not least: hiedi klum. married to musician, Seal and pictured here after bearing 3 children she is still banging!

now everytime i need like a dose of get-your-ass-to-the-gym-now! i'll take a look at this post =) for the guys, you prolly enjoyed it eh? this post is full of hot smokin' sexy bangin' women half naked for you to um, look at.

peace out!

link to slimlim's blog

2008-12-22T22:20:00.005+09:00

ok, my friend, his name is matt, is a great blogger. i've linked him on the side of this page somewhere. i think it's on the right>>
so check him out! i mean it, check it out. the blog i mean.. HAHA
im a noob at blogger so if it didn't work then here's link: click

oh and just something that came up i wanna share with u guys. for the past year i have had a growing obsession with hamish blake having developed from listening to the 4-6pm drive home with hamish and andy everyday on the way home from uni. if i had an emoticon for a smiley with love-heart eyes i'd use it now. my friend popped a really hard question just then. he asked me if i had to choose between hamish and brad pitt who would i choose...
hmm that's a toughy. brad's hot. but hamish is oh-so-cute.
i chose hamish. why? 1. coz he's aussie. and 2. beauty diminishes with age. 50 years down the track brad would be like 80, no, 90, his features all mangled and sagging lying in his own death bed. but hamish will still have his kick ;) eh eh or 3. he'd be dead already since he's older than hamish.

storm: hopefully hamish breaks up wit his ghirlfriend, makes his way to perth, breaks down around morley, phone battery runs flat, knocks on ur door to borrow the phone, ur parents arent home, and so on....

yeahh...if i had that emoticon for the smiley with the perverted eyebrow pulsations i'd put it here too.

cheerios!

take a chill pill

2008-12-22T21:22:00.003+09:00

let me set the scene:
you're sitting there having coffee with a friend and you start talking about say...
...feet. i know random, but let's just say this branch stemmed from a conversation about shoes. so you decide to pull a harmless friendly joke to pull your mate's leg a lil'. you lean over, peek under the table and pretend to smirk remarking: "sheesh...with Sun Ming Ming's* feet, i bet the guy's at foot locker panic everytime you walk in eh?"

then it's like pause...they raise an eyebrow...purse the lips..tuck their feet behind the chair legs...cross their arms..lean back...and:
"atleast they don't go running for oxygen masks everytime you show up..."

chhhyyyeaaahhhh...the conversation goes pretty much downhill from there as you both squeeze your minds to squirt out the tiniest faults and bloopers about each other that you can use as an attack (or defence). the ravenous ping pong game finally ends in a big stupid screaming contest about absolutely nothing as one of you storms off, often leaving the remaining person to foot the bill.

it's this irritating defensive attitude that really bugs me about some people. you just can't engage in a humourous light-hearted diss with them. like shit, man. take a chill pill, can't you take a joke? it's like they think the world's out to get them. sometimes they leave me feeling pretty stupid because they don't laugh. and when they don't laugh i automatically come up with two explanations:
a) the joke was just OTT, uncalled for, offensive, lame and not funny, or
b) it happened that they have something shoved so far up their arse that day that it interferes with the "humour/joke alert" function of their brain and so they mis-register it as declaration of war.

i've been told that people who are defensive are insecure, have big egos, or they just had a reallllly bad childhood. so i had a good bitch to a mate about one of these doomed-to-be-disastrous conversations i've just had. it went something like this:

lyn: yeah, then he brought up the thing about me backing up into a pole. like fuck, that was my first time driving! seriously, he is soooo immature.
storm: tell him to lay off the caffeine and loosen up a bit
storm: then make a joke about his manhood and go offline. he'll think about it all night. trust me ;)

haha. seriously? maybeh ;)

note*: Sung Ming Ming is China's tallest basketball player. or, for those of you who don't follow bball, he's the tall kungfu guy in Rush Hour 3 that kicked Chris Tucker's arse hehe.

I'm not over you

2008-12-21T02:07:00.002+09:00

What a waste of time, the thought crossed my mind
But I never missed a beat
Can't explain the who or what I was
Trying to believe
What would you do?
What would you do?
Do you know?
I once had a grip on everything
It feels better to let go

I'm not over
I'm not over you just yet
Cannot hide it
You're not that easy to forget
I'm not over

Never took the chance, could've jump the fence
I was scared of my own two feet
Couldn't cross the line, it was black and white
No contrast to be seen
What would you do?
What would you do?
Do you know?
Was it all a joke, never had control
I'm not better on my own

I'm not over
I'm not over you just yet
Cannot hide it
You're not that easy to forget
I'm not over

What a waste of time
The thought crossed my mind
Can't explain this thing, or what I mean
I'm trying to let go

I'm not over
I'm not over you just yet
Cannot hide it
You're not that easy to forget
I'm not over
I'm not over you just yet
Cannot hide it
You're not that easy to forget
I'm not over
I'm not over

I came home early from clubbing today and I realised...

I'm not over it yet.

Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas

2008-12-13T20:44:00.005+09:00

Christmas is just around the corner (with 12 days to go yay!) so let's sing some christmas carols!
Have yourself a merry little Christmas was one of my favs and I stumbled upon this version by two of my favourite RnB artists, Christina Aguilera and Brian Mcknight.

Merry Christmas!

xx

2AM

2008-12-13T02:10:00.003+09:00

so it's 2:10am. I don't have much to say but i'm sitting here reading through these random quotes and though i should share some that i thought are quite interesting. I love this site, generation terrorists. Usually when there's crap to be done around the house but I just can't be fucked, I would sit at the computer, crossed legs up on the table, leaning back into my seat and click on the "generate random quote" button. It's great. I would be sitting there for anything up to an hour..click click click...
So here are some that the random button spat out tonight:

"The problem with political jokes is that they always get elected" - Anoymous

"Pacifisim is a privlidge of the affluent and lazy. Explain to a starving man that killing another man to eat is wrong." - Kerry Ridgley

"Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jets" - Anonymous

"The deadliest bullshit is odorless and transparent" - William Gibson

"How many legs does a dog have if you call it's tail a leg? Four. Calling a tail a leg doesn't make it a leg" - Abraham Lincoln

"As a computer, I find your faith in technology amusing" - Anonymous

"Demagogue: One who preaches a doctrine he knows to be untrue to men he knows to be idiots." - Henry Louis Mencken

Quite degrading, but for the frivolous:
"Compliments cost nothing, and so they are of little value to any except fools and women." - Spandrell

"An optimist is a person who sees a green light everywhere, while the pessimist sees only the red spotlight...The truly wise person is colorblind" - Albert Schweitzer

"Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been loosened or fertilised by education; they grow there, firm as weeks among stones." - Charlotte Bronte

"The capacity of human beings to bore one another seems to be vastly greated than that of any other animal" - H.L. Mencken

In the beginning, there was nothing. Then God said, "Let there be light". And there was still nothing but you could see it." - Anonymous

"I would have stepped on you if you weren't a piece of shit" - Carlo

"May the fleas of a thousand camels infest your armpits!" - Arabian insult

"The 'internet' cannot be removed from you desktop, would you like to delete the 'Internet' now?" - MS Windows 95

"The problem with America today is that too many people know too much about not enough" - Anonymous

"To lose one parent may be regarded as a misfortune, to lose both looks like carelessness." - Oscar Wilde

"If you're in a war, instead of throwing a hand grenade at the enemy, throw one of those small pumpkins. Maybe it'll make everyone think how stupid war is, and while they are thinking, you can throw a real grenade at them" - Anonymous

"Success is not the result of spontaneous combustion. You must set yourself on fire." - Reggie Leach

"Many a man's tongue has broken his nose" - Anonymous

"Experience is a hard teacher because she gives the test first, the lesson afterwards."

"The following sentence is false.
The preceeding sentence is true."
hahahaha-hardy-ha!

"Promises are like babies: fun to make, but hell to deliver."
LOL

and to finish off, the last one it threw me for the night:

"Men cheat for the same reason that dogs lick their balls - because they can." - Samantha Jones, Sex and the City Episode 87.

good morning!

exercise and christmas

2008-12-08T00:38:00.005+09:00

not exactly 2am but thought i should drop a line to "keep this blog alive".
yesterday was a good day. beaching with the girls was fun and relaxing. me and her are talking again so all is good. and another thing - he left to overseas. i guess it's a good thing since i am no longer waiting around wondering if he's gonna call or message or arguing with my mind whether or not to msg/call him. now that he's gone for a whole month without any access to net or phone i wouldn't be able to contact him even if i wanted to. i guess that's easier to live with.

i finally finished "xmas-ing" the living room. Putting up the xmas tree, decorations, cleaning all helped me relax as well as having acid jazz playing in the background. i am just so bored of people who see xmas as "just another holiday" that's consumer driven, meaningless and overrated. whatever. i could be the most pessimistic, cynical and glum person in the world right now and i'd still make an effort to do something for xmas, even if that just means lighting a few candles and putting up a tree. im not a devout christian or a religious fanatic. i simply like xmas. why? coz people make the effort to come home for xmas. it is the one time of the year where everyone can just get over themselves and their shit and just be happy - or go out of their way to make another person happy. it is the one time in the year when people make exceptions. exceptions. it seriously got to the point where i was like if i didn't have any family and friends at all i'd goddamn celebrate the occasion on my own if i had to. why? coz i strive to...just be happy.

so yes..there, is my 2 cents on christmas.

my muscles were aching for the past 2 days. if sophia became a personal trainer she'd be the strict-est one yet. She'll be one of those trainers that after a while you'd just have the urge to sock her in the face if you heard the words "c'mon! you're not pushing yourself hard enough!" one more time, when you're like halfway to death that you might as well buckle your arms and let the bar sit on your neck to finish it off. ok i am exaggerating. she will be a great personal trainer, but i swear for the past 2 days i could not lift anything more than 3 kgs. she made me do squats - SQUATS! like 50 of them?? i'm usually good at squats but after those sets..it hurts to walk :(

but you know what? it was gooood...it felt good to work/run/squat/push/pull it off all the angerrr, frustration, emotional stress i had bottled up inside. and i felt fan-fucking-tastic afterwards that i wanna go back and do it all again. not now though. my arms are still aching. so maybe tomorrow =)

so..where to now? xmas is soon, new years follows a week after then summerdayze 5 days after that, sydney 16 days after that then australia day 4 days after that. the holiday season looks good already =)

oh btw i haven't made this blog "public yet" so far only two people know about this blog. i think i'll just keep it that way for now. till i'm a bit more "normal" haha.

sleep time!

rant

2008-12-03T02:05:00.001+09:00

put it bluntly i feel so alone, unwanted and unneeded right now.
my best friend isn't talking to me.
my other close friends are either busy or too preoccupied with their own lives to concern themselves with mine.
my mum is going insane, singlehandedly managing her shop
and my dad?
well yeah..my dad...

so who can i turn to when i need somebody there?

who can i call at 2 in the morning when im tearing my mind to pieces thinking and replaying all the events that have happened?

who would sit down and listen without giving me the "guy's suck. you'll find a better one", the "just don't think about it, it'll pass", or even worse the "just get over him already"

I tell myself that im coping quite well on my own. that i don't need any comfort or consolation from anyone. that "yeah, im sad. but you gotta down before you up". that if people don't know and if they don't mention it then i can pretend that none of it ever happened. that love is only the 4th component of my life and i still have 3 - no 2 - components to count on. that time will heal everything and i just gotta stay put and wait it out. that getting a real job to busy myself while waiting it out would solve the problem. that un addition to getting a job, maybe going off and doing some charity work, perhaps sponsoring a child, would open my eyes to the bigger badder life threatening problems that so people in 3rd World - sorry i mean developing countries - have to deal with. that in these countries starvation and survival are the biggest concern on these people's minds and love problems are laughed at, should it even be considered on the list.

and then i ask myself should the question be one of "who"??
must i depend on another for my own mental and emotional wellbeing? should i allow my pride and independence bend to such limits?
afterall. if it's one thing i've learn't from this break up: it's that people are so cruel and ultimately everyone is selfish and only do things for their own benefit.
- unless they're Jesus - or God. But then again God got a virgin pregnant with magic so clearly, God is not playing by the rules.

So should i submit myself to people - the origin and cause of many of my migraines and toothaches....?

Wow. It's true. and it eeks my ears to admit it aloud. people get so screwed over by other people all the time it isn't even funny anymore. cheating wives, unfaithful husbands, backstabbing friends, abusive parents, dickhead bosses, greedy billionaires, unprofessional doctors, unhygenic chefs, dishonest missionaries...I could go on about how people fu.ck other people over for hoursssss, but i think i'd just be rambling. I have such big trust issues lately.

so i rant...cry...rant...blow my nose...rant..dry angry tears...rant rant some more...rant...until i finally fall asleep on a damp pillow. i hope my eyes aren't puffy tomorrow -_-

Him

2008-12-02T01:59:00.001+09:00

There have been things on my mind during these past hardly bearable weeks. But the one issue, the one person that I haven't been able to stop thinking about is him. It has only been 2 weeks, 4 days . since "we" . ended so there's a long way to go for me to be able to walk away from it all. Be it a break -up or a break. He's gone and he ain't coming back.

I miss him. A LOT.

. And even though love is such a pain in the ass and relationships are just the start of that, I still found myself falling deeper and deeper into a relationship that I knew was doomed from the beginning. Even the smartest of people get screwed over. I'm an intelligent girl, I just picked a not-so-smart choice. to put it nicely.

Break-ups are inevitable. I know that. Everyone who's been in a relationship knows so. But I'm still sitting here wondering where the hell we went wrong and how the heck did it happen?? This impending question has been carved on the back of my mind ever since that moment he decided to leave me. And I'm still wondering why why why?? Telling myself this isn't supposed to be the way it ends... not like this.

I found myself lying in bed every night, going through messages after messages on my phone from him, deconstructing every single sentence, searching for hints or clues between the lines of his i love you's and i miss you's.

His sincere "love" peaked and dangerously dropped within a matter of weeks coming to a fatal crash where it hit the axis - head first. I always wonder if this 'love' of his was as true as he claimed it to be?

No. I felt it dying. I really did. After the first few times where he didn't pick up my phonecalls for days or return my messages and giving me crap excuses as to why. I knew, but I wouldn't let myself comprehend. I guess I was still hanging on to the him i knew before. The him I believed would never leave me like this. The him I thought would try to keep our relationship together through thick and thin.

He didn't even try.

Not one. single. effing. bit.

It's this nonchalent attitude that he adopts to every fu.cking thing. and it gets me thinking and angry and all irritated again. On several occasions I tried to express my doubts about our relationship but his blithe unconcern and egomaniac-ish crap kicks in every time, giving me a "Well...If that's what you think I can't really do anything about it. I can't change your mind."

um. Seriously?

Oh you left your phone - both phones - in your car for two days straight and it was too hot to walk 10 metres to fetch them?

...Seriously??

So you left your phone in your friends bag over the weekend and after getting it back and seeing 20+ missed calls and a message from me you didn't bother to call back just incase it was something urgent? And what? This was because you were tired?

Seriously??

Oh, so you're working an extra day this week and now your timetable for the week just happens to be the complete opposite to mine?

....

I tried. God knows I tried. So damn hard to keep it together.

It got to the point where I wanted to grab him by both shoulders and shake him. violently.
And scream and scream at him. And push him to that breaing point where he could no longer hold back his urge to scream just as violently back at me. Just so that he would

FEEL something.

A bit of concern maybe? The slightest taste of guilt perhaps?

Not at all. If any, non that he expressed.

I guess that was what I got for wishful thinking.

So where do we stand now?
Only God knows.

Christmas, fresh start, new years and all that jazz.

2008-12-01T21:33:00.000+09:00

I never thought I would be one to blog -again. My previous one failed miserably because I was always so lazy to update it and I guess I didn't have much to say back then.
Nevertheless I'm back again and hopefully I can keep this one up and filled with words, thoughts, and emotional ventilation.

Soooo the reason for my urge to blog?
No reason. I just thought I should start articulating my thoughts again. Since year 12 I swear I've gotten dumber. "Gotten"? Is that even a word?? <- You see what I mean? I need to exercise my english again. I asked a friend what he thought of blogging while contemplating whether or not I should start putting my life to print again. It went something like this:

Mc`Lyn: was it fun?
mr. spontaneous.: hmmmmmmmmm
mr. spontaneous.: i reckon its kinda stupid
Mc`Lyn: why?
mr. spontaneous.: hahaha
mr. spontaneous.: well
mr. spontaneous.: if ur just gonna rant...
mr. spontaneous.: dont make one
mr. spontaneous.: if u can make it artistic....
mr. spontaneous.: go ahead
mr. spontaneous.: i used to like blogs
mr. spontaneous.: but then i figured..
mr. spontaneous.: its a bit weird if someone reads about ur life
Mc`Lyn: what do u mean by artistic?
mr. spontaneous.: like....
mr. spontaneous.: u have to make it interesting
mr. spontaneous.: i found it boring after a while
Mc`Lyn: lol Mc`Lyn: alright
Mc`Lyn: well ill start one anyway
Mc`Lyn: and if it gets boring ill just let it die
mr. spontaneous.: alright
mr. spontaneous.: my input had NO affect at all

On the contrary, my new friend Simon disagrees with Matt, disagreeing that my life would be too boring to broadcast through a blog. I quote our msn convo:

REGRETFULsimmybear: i think ure pretty interesting
REGRETFULsimmybear: and if u blog the way u talk
REGRETFULsimmybear: im sure ur blog will be heaps good

Thank you, Simon. Matt, a blog isn't about entertainment for other people - accurately and effectively conveying your emotions while articulating it in a way that would provide entertainment/enojoyment/amusement for other is just too hard. I don't think blogs are supposed to serve that purpose? But then again it comes down to the individual and what they want their blog to be. Some people blog about their life, some about their hobbies, their uni/school life, people have poetry blogs, beauty/fashion blogs, music blogs. So I'll blog blog blog about my rantings all day all night to my heart's content if I want =].

-> Next Question
so why is my blog called 2am?
2am is usually the hour I'm most productive. You can find me cleaning my room, practising piano, planning for the next day etc etc. While all the normal people in this country is fast asleep, even if I am lying in bed my mind is working its hardest, generating an abundance amount of random thoughts to do with my day, my future, my life, my friends, my family, my apetite, him and other thoughts alike. hence the blog name: 2am.

Ok... so now that those are out of the way where should I start?
hrmm... How about how my day went? Technically I didn't have a "day". Last night after coming home from Sophia's bbq with a swollen foot and scratched polished toenails I cleaned my room for our expectant guests who were coming in from melbourne. So yes, I don't have my room for this whole week :( boo. but in the name of good hosts and reputable hospitality I sucked it in like a man and gave up my bed like a generous samaritan (go me!). Anyway my "day" consisted of sleeping at 1am and waking up at 4pm. Boo yeah! Yess I am good in bed ;) Then I had piano concert rehearsal at 6pm, picked my cousin up from my mum's bakery/lunchbar, came home and dinnered, then dl music, chat, spent an hour deciding whether to blog or not and here I am posting my first few words of wisdom =)

Soooo....Let's look at what has been happening lately:
I believe my life is made up of 4 big components at the moment: uni/career, family, friends and love.

Let's start off with the one that gets everyone screwed over:
love. Around 3 weeks ago I had a boyfriend and now I don't. And a big part of the reason as to why I've been in such a rotten mood these past few weeks is because of him. :( But more about him another day. I have a feeling I'll be ranting on about him and the reasons as to why love is such a pain in the ass a lot.

uni. well..uni's OVER! MUHhauhauhau =D About 3 months ago I reconsidered my law/commerce degree at murdoch and came to the realisation that law just ain't for me. I'm actually pretty good arguing but I think what I lacked was the passion to argue - especially mooting on crap like damages and torts. Put it frankly: I'd rather watch grass grow -_-.
I started to find arguments such a waste of time and effort. I didn't fit in with other law students. Everyone was so passionate and just.. into it. And I definately am not =/ Nevertheless I enjoyed Crim and torts and ALS and reading&writing. I shall miss referring to the "reasonable prudent man" haha!

So where am I heading now? Being in the indecisive phase I am in now, I opted for a transfer to UWA going into a single commerce degree. Reason? It's the most versatile degree and one of the only degrees I'm willing to pursue that would also keep my parents seated comfortably watching Paris By Night while bragging on about their daughter's achievements to other parents alike.

So commerce from here and we'll see where I venture off to later, shall we? teheeehehee.

family. My immediate family consists of me, my mum and my dad. we haven't always been perfect, then again no family is. But I like to think that we atleast try to get along and when the world walks out on me I can always depend on my them to be there for me. As they say blood is always thicker.
It's the first day of the Christmas season so this is a good time for us. Although maybe on a daily basis we don't always get alot, my family's one of those ones that always makes the exception for Christmas. Ahh..that's what I love about Christmas. Those who know me know that I love this time of the year =)

friends. thing's haven't really been going well in this department either. About a week ago I had an argument with one of my closest friends. It was over something stupid but I'm really starting to regret it. I admit that Saturday night I shouldn’t have gone off at her. But the fault wasn’t entirely mine and she had a big role to play in the whole ordeal too. It was after exams, after the realisation of being dumped kicked in and during a time that I needed her most. Funny, because she’s the one who’s taking her sweet time to get over it. I wish she would just get over it already and stop wasting both our time over meaningless grudges -_- talking about it just makes me angry so more about that another day.

So when two out of four things are going wrong I shall move on, fix what I can and focus my life on things within my control for the time being. Heh! Easier said than done -_-

My net disconnected for 3 hours before I got to post this and now it's like 1:15am and I can feel angry thoughts brewing in my mind again. Time to get some fresh air. The moon looks like a smiley face tonight with the two stars as my friend says so I'll go check that out. I wouldn't be surprised if I'm back here again in a few hours to rant rant rant.

Aww. and the person I told could be the first reader of my blog is now off to sleep. Too bad.

gnites!