california girls
While I'm lying here, befriending everyone else on Google Friend Connect, I'm thinking about the conversation a few girlfriends and I had today. Fridays at school can be a drag or they can be fun. We had like 3 free periods today so it was a pretty empty day.
I have no idea how our conversation started but I think it started when one of my friends, Meg, asked me if I knew any good dress shops. You see, her brother's getting married soon and she has yet to pick out the perfect dress. I happened to know that we had a fashionista and avid shopper in our class - Nikki. She's a cheerleader and she's the perfect shopping partner or so I like to think.
Suddenly Deb (who is prone to burst into conversations unexpectedly) and Sonja are pulling their chairs up to join in on our little chat. And you know how we girls can never just talk about one thing for long. We covered a few things but the main topics of discussion were dresses and books.
Interesting conversations and for me, I don't find myself talking about fashion with my friends often. It's my mom whom I confide my taste in fashion to. My friends don't know I have a passion for high heels or my liking towards flip flops and unfussy clothes.
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I dig Megan Fox and Katy Perry's style - chic and uber cute and sometimes classy. Taylor Swift is a little too, um, weird for me. I've never thought of myself as a dress-wearing, accessory-donning type of girl. I'm more into jeans and flip flops and plain T-shirts which Taylor doesn't wear. I don't get why girls don't like pants.
Anyways, us girls talked about dress shops and budgets. Meg said that her budget was under a thousand bucks. I swear we all gawked at her like she was nuts. I don't think she's aware of the fact that normal dresses don't usually cost that much. We're not exactly celebrities, you know.
Then the conversation drifted for a while. Deb, Sonja and Nikki started talking about some specific shop. Meg looked at me and asked me if I knew any good shops that sell high heels. Oh my god, I looooove shoe-shopping. I think I spend more on shoes than clothes.
I told her a few places which I think sells pretty decent shoes. Then Meg turned to Deb and asked her what she thought of high heels. We had a really silly conversation.
Meg: Hey, Deb, what do you think of high heels?
Me: Hey, Nikki, are you a fan of high heels?
Nikki (eyes wide with excitement): Definitely!
Deb: Oh my god, no. Don't even talk to me about high heels. That day I stood for two hours in heels this high (about two inches) and it was torturous.
Sonja, Meg, Nikki, Me: *laughing like maniacs*
Deb: And when I went caroling, I had to wear heels this high (again she shows about two inches of heel) and I nearly died. I swear it was so tiring!
Sonja: I can't imagine what would happen to you if you walked in higher heels.
And then we couldn't stop laughing because Deb just looked so horrified.
Then slowly we began to talk about books because we're enthusiastic readers. Nikki has never read a Meg Cabot or Sophie Kinsella book before. Can you believe that? I can't because I've read almost all their books. 
Me, Deb and Sonja decided that The Mediator series by Meg Cabot is the best series. I read The Mediator a couple of years back and I'm still madly in love with the books. I have yet to introduce Susan Elizabeth Phillips to my gal pals. (:
At the end of the day, we decided that it'd be awesome to go out together one day to shop for clothes and books. How girly does that sound? Sounds fun, huh?
my memory plays our tune
It is so weird how I'm talking more and more about the things I never used to care much about. Yesterday, my girlfriends and I talked about guys. Guys. Oh my god. Me? That's like, so not me. I've always been sort of a social outcast in school. I mean I have friends, some of them jocks, some of them cheerleaders, some of them geeks, some of them just fun-loving but still an outcast.
Nobody knows who I am and you can tell by the way the cool kids give me that 'I've seen her but where have I seen her before' look when they see me outside of school. I'm so vague, I'm almost invisible. How cool is that? I've never minded being an unpopular kid in school because it's pretty beneficial. I get to know everything about everyone else without anyone even knowing who I am.
Back to the point. I just realized that I didn't have a lot of guy friends until recently. When I was in preschool, there was only one boy in the class. And all the girls had a crush on him. Up till high school, I had a few guy friends here and there but when I moved to a different school, somehow I lost track of all my friends.
And let me just tell you that I'm not exactly the girliest of girls. I rather like being one of the boys. I never understood the excitement of talking about girly things like dancing, dieting, clothes and makeup and boys. Not to say that I like talking about violence and football and whatnot with boys but somehow they're easier to talk to. When I talk to girls and express my disinterest in their topics, they give me the 'what is wrong with you?' look. Also another reason why I'm never invited to parties. Not that I'd want to go, really.
Anyways, my girlfriend likes this guy in my class. She thinks he's cute and everything and coincidentally, I've come to know him this year (I know almost everyone in school because I'm observant) and he's become sort of a good friend. He's really funny and a good sport and also pretty generous and he's just been suspended at school for a really stupid reason and I'm gonna miss all his stupid jokes and crazy behavior. But the point is, my girlfriend's been talking to me about crushing on him.
How weird. And she's asking me to ask if he's really with some other girl. 
I've never done anything like that before. I mean, sure there's always gossip about who's going out with who but somehow I'm involved in her little (or big) crush on him. She told me that he's told her that she'd look pretty with long hair and that he'd miss her and I would so totally believe that if it weren't for the fact that I know he's a joker.
He likes fooling around and I'm afraid my girlfriend has been taking him a little bit tooooo seriously. He's generally nice to everyone but somehow she thinks that he's only nice to her. D'you think that he should stop sending the wrong messages or whether she should stop thinking of them as a sign? I have no intentions of involving myself in him, her and his unofficial girlfriend but with her calling me just to find out about what's new with him, I'm starting to feel... irked.
Boys. Ugh. And girls. Double ugh.
I'm perfectly fine with not liking anyone at school. I'm perfectly fine with my seat on the bleachers, just watching school gossip happen. Things get too messy. 
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belated valentine’s day
It's been two months since Valentine's Day and love is still in the air. You're talking to the love guru here. Not that I'm a very professional one but my friends seem to think so.
They've been bugging me about who they're crushing on and how to impress their crushes. 
Dude, who gave them the idea that I can help them? Or did they think, "This is what friends are for" (to help fix love problems)? The questions they shoot at me are so unexpected and random.
For example, J asks me, Do guys like polite girls, not vulgar ones? And I'm like, . Then, S tells me, Aw, he likes Domino's Pizza but I like Pizza Hut better. I should order Domino's next time. Ouch!
My observation tells me that my friends prefer changing their personalities and interests for a guy. Honestly, I think being yourself is the best choice, even if you have bad points that can be fixed. Common sense, ladies! Why pretend to like what he likes when you hate it? My friends think that I'm a person with negative thoughts but I'm just being truthful. I don't have to like Justin Bieber just to impress my friends.
So, stay beautiful inside out, girls.
baby, you know that maybe it’s time for miracles
How I spent my weekends healing my muscle aches.
It was surprising how the TV can suddenly crank out some really interesting movies. And coincidentally, I'm always there. Hm, I don't mind watching stupid movies. All I want is to make my cranky mood disappear and my horrible muscle aches to go away.
Becoming Jane is about Jane Austen and her (love)life. I thought it was.. emotional. I mean, I didn't expect much.
Dirty Rotten Scoundrels is a movie you should watch. It's an old movie starring Steve Martin and Michael Caine. It's so smart yet so silly. I love how sweet and naive the girl is to both of them but actually she's the real con-woman. I would definitely watch it again. 22-year-old movie, heh.
Before she was Bella and not so 
. Catch That Kid is like a kiddies' movie, I know but I felt like wasting my time so that's how I ended up watching 1/4 of the movie. I had to laugh at some silly parts though. Okay, I am weird.
Head Over Heels, one of my favorites last time. How can you resist the charming grin on Freddie Prinze Jr's face? LOL. Enjoyable movie that even made my dad laugh.
Where The Red Fern Grows is that dog movie I reviewed before. I couldn't bear to watch the whole thing because I would start bawling before the sad parts.
Then, Deadly Encounter. It's about some crazy guy following this woman for a stupid reason. I expected an exciting ending but it wasn't much of an excitement. I had to flinch at some slightly disturbing scenes.
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My girlfriend told me she doesn't like Adam Lambert's Whataya Want From Me and I was totally horrified.
How can she not like the song? I mean, it was love at first sound for me when I heard it. And the guitar parts are so catchy. I never imagined someone not liking the song. Puh-lease, my mom likes it, okay? I'm so in love with the song now. And the video, of course.
I was horrified at that and my friends were horrified at me. Because I told them I thought Adam Lambert was hot. He is, in a different way! T and I were shrieking at his good looks in his latest video until we were told to shut up. 
It's okay if you don't like the song. Now I can have it all to myself! 
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Music got me back into my good mood.
But I really prefer it this way - just me and music, music and me, alone.
It's funny how my playlist communicates with me by guessing the song I want to listen, making me smile through the whole song until I realize it's just coincidence or just me, hoping too much. Sometimes it scares me how it just hits the bulls' eye without missing a beat. It's as if it understands my feelings like a horse does.
A few of my favorite songs made my day and it's that easy.
It really feels so good to smile. I wish more people would make me smile, though.
Oh, I'mma do the top ten for this week during the weekends. I should include the 2010 albums I can't wait for as well before they're all released. And I really hope this post is .. satisfying. BTW, I love Michael Learns To Rock. Do you?
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Pwetty. (:
Did you put that smile on my face or was it just my imagination?
And I ain’t never met nobody better-er
I'm a grapefruit.
I thought of it while I was in the bathroom.
A grapefruit eaten just like that is equivalent to my cynicism. And I tell you my cynicism is so bad, my friends give me WTF looks and think I'm mean. Oops, didn't mean to let it out. If you've been eating grapefruit without adding anything, you're missing out on the sweeter side of it. But there are some good sides to the sourish taste.
A grapefruit peppered with sugar is equivalent to my niceness. And when I'm nice, I'm really nice. Have you ever eaten a grapefruit with sugar sprinkled on top? Well, it explodes with sweetness and tastes heavenly.
So it all depends on whether you want to eat the grapefruit with or without sugar. Personally
Cool metaphor, eh?
Thought so too.
P.S: I know now there are hybrid grapefruits which are sweeter but if you've eaten the regular sourish one, you know what I'm talking about.
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watches of every kind for your loved one
It's my sister's birthday soon and I'm thinking of getting her a movado watch. I myself got a Victorinox the year before and I was just looking at the condition of my sister's watch. She's a big fan of analog watches like me. I like the watches with Roman numbers. I'm old school in that way.
Her current watch is a Nike and it's getting worn out. I would get her a digital watch but these movado watches are classy and their prices are decent. This means I won't have to depend on my dad's wallet to get my sister a birthday present. It does seem a bit insincere to be buying someone a gift with someone else's money, doesn't it? I don't know. I'm bad with birthday presents and it's taken me a while to figure something nice to get my sister.
Watches are such useful mechanisms and my sister always wears a watch when she goes out. It's better than relying on other people for the time. For example, this guy asked me for the time today. He had a swarm of friends around him and after I gave him the time, I wondered why he didn't just ask his friends for the time. Which is when I noticed that none of them were wearing watches. How inconvenient. Maybe I could suggest they get some of these classy Movado watches for themselves. 
I’m so sick of living for other people
This is about me. About me and my hatred towards the editorial board.
I submitted an article about Twilight and how it shouldn't be known as the Best Movie of 2009 and guess what, geniuses? It didn't go into the magazine. Instead, some bitch's (my friend of 11 years) plagiarized article about DEATH somehow worked its way into the magazine and is lying there flat out on solid white paper for everyone to read and praise. What the f*ck? I'm seriously pissed. That bitch whom I've known for 11 years is the worst person I've met in my entire life. I don't even know why I still talk to her. Oh, probably because of the society who will think me as stuck up and judgmental if I tell them the reason why she's such a bitch.
Now all these profanities are not spewing out from nowhere. They're coming from my angry and ripped soul. How could they do this to me? I mean I hate the school. I really hate it. I can't wait to break free and never look at it again but while I'm still there, I have to endure with all the shit they throw out. In my freshman year, I wrote a piece and they put it into the magazine. And last year I wrote one (this current one) and they didn't print it out. I only wrote it because I wanted people to see how my writing has matured. That's all. And they couldn't put it out.
WHY? Because they were too busy reading pieces of SHIT that they thought deserved to go into the oh-so-effing-grand glorious pages of their STUPID MAGAZINE. Yes. I am this angry. I am more than angry. I'm pissed! I write because I like to. I live to write, write to live and as corny as that sounds, it's true. I don't have to prove this to anyone but anyone who knows me can vouch for this. And that bitch who is some goth emo freak freaking Lord Blackwood (from Sherlock Holmes the movie) gets her article about death into the magazine? Mind you, I've read some of her writing before and she's a shitty writer. She doesn't even know simple words and there she is, throwing out big son of a gun sized words?
There are a few probable reasons as to why my piece didn't get onto the front page of the English section. One, because the person I submitted my article to didn't hand it in to the people because she's a big fan of Twilight and hates to see her beloved Edward Cullen being criticized. Two, the editorial board are big supporters of Twilight and hate to see me put out the truth so straightforwardly. Three, they're biased.
I'm wondering if I should write a piece this year to blast the school about their biased ways. Or maybe I shouldn't write at all. If I don't write to show my protest, no one would hear it. No one would know about it. No one would even care. I don't know.
Not considering slicing my wrists yet but we'll see. I might reach the exploding point... and I promised myself I wouldn't fall into this depressed nonsense.
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Sorry for the foul language. You would too.
Happy New Year again!
I'm late. Yes, I know.
Sorry about that. A new year means new things to plan and organize. Been slightly busy with this and that but I'm here now. To blog... about New Year's day and whatnot.
First off,
May this year bring you joy, happiness, wealth, prosperity, good health, whatever whatever. All good things, that is. It's time to step out of 2009 and in to 2010. However crappy 2010 may turn out to be, remember that there's always next year. And by the way, I strongly disapprove of the people who keep insisting that the world will end in 2012. If it ends in 2012, so be it. Stop depressing everyone by saying that we'll be gone in 2 years time.
Anyways, 2010, here I come. The first two days of this new year have already proved to be... quite normal. I don't think I'll be saying that next week. I'll probably be busy, busy, busy but fear not, for I shall not forget thee, dear blog. Har har. Shakespeare, I am not. Forget my pathetic attempt at talking medieval language.
I don't have many resolutions this year but I found this and thought it summed up a few of my plans:
Yes. And to add to the list:
- Smile more.
- Try not to curse and swear too much.
- Try to actually finish my assignments on time.
- Give my dog more attention so that he won't be so deprived and won't feel the need to run away like a silly mutt. Okay, that was unkind. I take that back...
- Tolerate more nonsense from people I hate dislike.
- Uh... do something useful with my life.
- Try not to wish for the year to end quickly seeing as it's hardly been two days since the new year.
- Complain less.
And yeah, that about sums up what I plan to do this year.
What do you plan to do?
We watched the fireworks display from the usual rooftop this year and it was amazing though I don't think it was anything great compared to all the other ones I saw on CNN. LOL. The grass on the other side always looks greener, I guess.
This is not the real picture. I just nipped it from Bing images.
And... apart from New Year's day, nothing much has been going on. Same old, same old.
I've been invited to a friend's birthday barbecue party. I'm wondering if I should go. I feel awkward at social events. I mean, I'm not unsociable... I just don't fit in because I'm not like everybody else. And I hate buying birthday presents for people because it's a hassle. I must sound pretty mean but seriously though, birthday parties and buying birthday presents are not fun things to do.
Oh, by the way,
I went grocery shopping with my mom on New Year's Eve.
School's gonna suck. Oh well. Nothing new there.
That's probably it from me today or is it tomorrow already? Ah well.
Love and peace, T.
i’m tired of using technology
So.. who ran into an old friend at the gym today?
I did. Here's how it went:
I'm just minding my own business, cycling without my music player (because my music player spluttered to death two weeks ago) and watching the news about professional athletes who only have one arm when the door opens and in walks this guy in a white T-shirt and shorts.
Oh, crap! My heart lurches into my throat once I recognize who he is. Gawd, I haven't seen the guy in a year and four months and now suddenly he steps into my gym? Well, not really my gym but I go there enough times to call it mine. So, anyway, I don't panic because he's just an old schoolmate. Nothing new there... except I don't want to run into friends when I'm working out!!!! I'm all sweaty and yucky and not that I'm a narcissist but nobody wants to look horrible in front of anybody.
I turn back to CNN, hoping that he hasn't caught sight of me then I assure myself that he doesn't recognize me because he's not that close of a friend to me anyway. I continue cycling before I hop off to tell my mom. My mom, I noticed, has already given him a disgusted look because obviously he's done something stupid. You have no idea how many people do stupid things at the gym because they don't know how to use the gym equipment.
I cross over to my mom who's doing some weights and tell her in a whisper, "Shaun is here. Old schoolmate, you know. Nick's best friend?" My mom knows who he is. Of course she does. I tell her all about the antics in school.
And we - or rather I - ignored him for the rest of the time until we decided to leave and he happened to be doing weights at the door. I noticed him giving me glances in the mirror. I just know he's thinking in that head of his, "Oh my god. She looks familiar. Where have I seen her before? Do I know her?" And that's because no one remembers me. I've never done anything heroic or stupid or anything to get me particularly noticed because I don't do that.
So I'm forced to say hi to him.
Me (peering at him closely because he's not looking up): Um?
Shaun boy looks up and his eyes light up with some recognition.
Me (meaning to say Hi Shaun to prove that I can remember his name): Hi.
Shaun boy stands up and plucks his earphones out of his ears. He gives me the 'umm, I don't really remember but I recognize you from somewhere' look.
Me (making it clear for him in words): You don't remember me, do you?
Shaun boy (hurriedly): I do remember you... (there's always a BUT and you know it) ... I just don't remember your name.
Me (thinking to myself): I know you don't remember me. Nobody does. Did I expect you to know it even if you did sit beside me for a few classes and copied my homework and said I was a good writer? Honestly, a big fat NO when I see that expression on your face.
Me (aloud): * (my name)
Shaun boy: Ah yes. (snaps fingers and tells me the class that we were in. Obviously, he doesn't catch my name but won't admit it.)
Me (because I know he didn't catch my name): (tells him my last name since all the bad boys in my class used to call me by my last name because ... because... hmm.. I don't know why. I guess I was kind of tomboyish and didn't put up with their nonsense so they took me as a guy?? I don't know. I should've asked. I'll ask next time IF I see him again.)
Shaun boy: Mmhmm...
Me (in my head): F---! What the hell is wrong with you people? I talk to you, you don't remember my name and give me stupid responses which make me seem desperate to acknowledge you in the first place. I'm not desperate, dammit! When I don't acknowledge you people, you think I'm stuck up. This is so screwed and I'm being humiliated in front of my mom's lecherous gym buddy.
Me (aloud): So how've you been?
Shaun boy: Good, good. (Thanks for the highly exciting reply!) I'm on break now.
Me: On break? (because really, what else can I say?)
Shaun boy: Yeah.
*Awkward silence as we both give a nod, not knowing what to say.
Me (decide to just cut the small talk and go home instead): Yeah, well... (gestures behind at my mom who's waiting for me)
Shaun boy finally understands this I-want-to-cut-the-convo-short-because-this-is-weird-shit gesture and nods, smiling at my mom as a hello.
Me (grabbing the door handle and pulling it open so that I can leave already): Okay, um, bye. (gives a pained smile)
Shaun boy beams at my mom (whom his best friend Nick thinks is hot. I know. He thinks my mom is hot... what a freaking weirdo. On the other hand, my mom is hot): Bye.
Then my mom and I leave, leaving him to do his stupid weights. It's unfair of calling weights stupid but whatever. I hate talking to people who make me feel like weirdos.
I remember your name. You have no excuses not to. And don't give me that innocent look. Even my mom thinks that you're a jerk for not remembering me. Thanks, mom. :/
So anyway, hello to you Shaun boy.
It seemed as though you didn't know me at all and much as I hate to admit it, not being recognized sucks.. I still remember each and every one of the people who were close enough to me to be remembered. I'm definitely not on Shaun boy's list. Oh well.. I was never the flirty, damsel-in-distress chick and it seems that the guys I know don't like girls who can stand up for themselves.
Story of my life.
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it’s spa day, a day to unwind
My girlfriends have been asking me out these few weeks and one of them actually wants to take me to a spa. I haven't been to a spa in a long time so this actually sounds like a good idea. I told her that if she finds a good spa, she can book me any day. She took me seriously (OMG?) and told me that she found the Best Colorist in town. Hmm...
Apparently, her mom's friends are big spa fans and they love it. They even recommend the massages there. I'm not one for massages so if I were to go there I'd probably just enjoy a facial or something. Best thing is it's my girlfriend's birthday treat for me.
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