Archive for March, 2008
1. Live in Japan
I don’t really intend to spend the rest of my life there and be a kogal, a takoyaki mascot or a ninja but I’m just kinda in love with the culture (language, fashion, tradition, crack, etc.) and I won’t mind trying it out there for a couple of years. I know it’s gonna be tough and I’d probably take back what I said when I get there but adfghjkl I don’t care. I just want to go to Japan so badly, you don’t even get it. And oh, the guy I’m going to marry is based in Tokyo so suck it, bitchazz!
2. Publish a book.
I don’t care if it’s 20 pages short or if it talks about a drunk grasshopper that got a rat pregnant. To me, books are some of the most powerful “things” on earth and can either positively inspire someone or totally fuck up with his head. And though there’s the internet already, admit it- a book is a book. It’s like film vs. Youtube.
3. Have a girlfriend.
I’m an open person and I refuse to elaborate.
“Don’t you have any suitors or a boyfriend, maybe?”, randomly asked my dad as he was driving me to the MRT station a few days ago. I nearly accidentally stabbed my eye with my mascara brush and to say that I was taken aback by his statement is an understatement.
I’m pretty close with my parents and we do talk a lot but topics like their sex life and my issues with love remain to be undiscussed. So yeah, I basically just answered him with a flamboyant “OMG NO I HAVE NONE KTHNXBI!”
I did see a hint of repressed chuckle when he said that.
“I don’t know why! You ask them guys, not me!”
“Naku anak, you’re not getting any younger ha…”
I swear to the heavens that I flipped and flailed inside the car and even did triple cartwheels with a split at the end. I could not believe my ears! Did my dad just insinuate that I start copulating having relationships with people or the hour glass would die on me?
This entry is based on the spiel I wrote when I was forced to audition for a VJ hunt thingy. I R Ween.
Summer is just around the corner (probably just sitting around, smoking borolights yanno ahahaaherm wtf corny). I mean, how can you miss it when only after 5 minutes of coming out of the house, your collar is already wilted and your make-up has already melted like cheese?
Most people are probably gearing up to go to the beaches, bask under the sun in their skimpy bikinis and/or glorious bilbils and occasionally get wasted on the sand, complete with dried puke on their hair and a cartoon penis drawn on their cheek.
I mean, I’m fun and all and though I can only swim for 5 minutes max, I do enjoy hanging out in the beaches, ogling hot, half-naked guys, which seem to be as rare as kangaroos are in Alaska. But if you would ask me how I’d want to spend my summer, I’d want to go back to my childhood where summer is waking up every single day with a smile on my face, knowing that I didn’t have to go to school or work.