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bae, i love you.
20090726
20090723
unprepared
i usually start writing on my blog because i have something to say - or something crazy happened. but, i have nothing.
well, i did receive my first letter from angelo. he's super sick :[ and it makes me sad. i miss him loads and loads and i can't wait until he has a vacation. i wrote him a letter back and i need to get stamps tomorrow so that i can send it out. i never realized how much i miss physically writing letters to people. i plan to write a lot to him because that is going to be his only mode of communication for a while and hopefully it will make him happy! :D
so, i want to become some crazy song cover star on youtube. but i can't sing and i can't play an instrument :[. my life is pathetic. or...average, i guess. LOL
well, idk. enjoy this random post, i guess.
i'm gonna go sing into my webcam now :D
well, i did receive my first letter from angelo. he's super sick :[ and it makes me sad. i miss him loads and loads and i can't wait until he has a vacation. i wrote him a letter back and i need to get stamps tomorrow so that i can send it out. i never realized how much i miss physically writing letters to people. i plan to write a lot to him because that is going to be his only mode of communication for a while and hopefully it will make him happy! :D
so, i want to become some crazy song cover star on youtube. but i can't sing and i can't play an instrument :[. my life is pathetic. or...average, i guess. LOL
well, idk. enjoy this random post, i guess.
i'm gonna go sing into my webcam now :D
20090720
things worth reading.
so, if you twitter me, you know that i saw a fight on sunday. yeah, a fight. i didn't even know those things existed outside of high school. anyways, it was between two old, fat ladies. i don't really know what the fight was about, but it's good to know my ears are still keen to the sounds of a fight. because, we were walking the other direction. and i was like "that's louder than normal, i think there's a fight" so me and henry try to run around all sorts of placest o get good angles. one lady was about to take off her earrings, oh shit srs biz. then it ended...and shit.
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have you ever felt underappreciated? i felt underappreciated this past weekend. on saturday, i stay up until 3 baking cakes with my sister and henry. again, if you twitter me, you've seen the result of one of the cakes we made a while back. we are srs biz. no joke, ace of cake status in a couple of months. so we made a train out of cake. a mother fucking train. with a grill, wheels, and all that good shit that all trains should have.
that shit is not easy. and seeing as how we did this shit for free for friends, you think that people would be like "oh wow, not bad for amatuers". yeah, people didn't say shit. didn't even care, barely got a thank you for staying up all night making this shit.
then it's time to cut the cake and it's three birthdays in one. we made two - one for a friend and one for a friend's kid. the other birthday person was the dad of our friend, so we were like..nvm, we aren't making a cake for you.
so tell me why douchebag RIPS off the fucking fondant and places it on the kid's head. i literally watched my cake be destroyed before my eyes. no questions asked, no consideration for the HOURS of work i put into that shit. motherfucker, i can understand if you wanted to cut the cake, but to RIP apart my cake in less than a nanosecond is fucking stupid. you're like 50 years old, have some common sense. this isn't some round cake with icing on it. this shit took a lot of hard work and time
and motherfucker killed it...so pissed.
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have you ever felt underappreciated? i felt underappreciated this past weekend. on saturday, i stay up until 3 baking cakes with my sister and henry. again, if you twitter me, you've seen the result of one of the cakes we made a while back. we are srs biz. no joke, ace of cake status in a couple of months. so we made a train out of cake. a mother fucking train. with a grill, wheels, and all that good shit that all trains should have.
that shit is not easy. and seeing as how we did this shit for free for friends, you think that people would be like "oh wow, not bad for amatuers". yeah, people didn't say shit. didn't even care, barely got a thank you for staying up all night making this shit.
then it's time to cut the cake and it's three birthdays in one. we made two - one for a friend and one for a friend's kid. the other birthday person was the dad of our friend, so we were like..nvm, we aren't making a cake for you.
so tell me why douchebag RIPS off the fucking fondant and places it on the kid's head. i literally watched my cake be destroyed before my eyes. no questions asked, no consideration for the HOURS of work i put into that shit. motherfucker, i can understand if you wanted to cut the cake, but to RIP apart my cake in less than a nanosecond is fucking stupid. you're like 50 years old, have some common sense. this isn't some round cake with icing on it. this shit took a lot of hard work and time
and motherfucker killed it...so pissed.
20090718
2:54
it's not surprise to people who know me that i am an insomniac. i swear, this started senior year. because no other year during my high school career was ever as stressful as senior year was. it used to not be so bad. i'd go to bed at 12 or 1230 and then wake my ass up at 7 for school. then it became 1 and then 2. sometimes 3. and on nights when i would have to pull all nighters, it would be 4 then a nap at 5, wake up at 6 and finish my work.
but now i can't sleep until 5 or 6. back then, i used to be tired, but i would force myself to stay awake. but right now, i am so fucking tired, but i can't sleep. the minute i turn off the lights and lay my head down on the pillow, i become wide awake. i don't know why that is. my mom says (who, now believes that i may have some problems) that i probably have stuff on my mind. but really, i don't. it's summer. i'm barely thinking about anything. now, this wouldn't be as bad since it's summer, but i work every other day at 7, which means i have to wake up at 6. and every now and then i get to sleep in. but i'm a light sleeper and can only sleep in when my body is dying of exhaustion. and on top of that, it's hot, and the stickiness wakes up me and frustrates me even more.
oh, and the phone rings a lot. and once something wakes me up, i can never go back to sleep.
i miss talking to my best friend late at night, but now he's busy.
me and angelo told each other we could call each other if we couldn't sleep. but now he's in basic training for the air force and has no ways of communicating besides postage and that only travels so fast.
but now i can't sleep until 5 or 6. back then, i used to be tired, but i would force myself to stay awake. but right now, i am so fucking tired, but i can't sleep. the minute i turn off the lights and lay my head down on the pillow, i become wide awake. i don't know why that is. my mom says (who, now believes that i may have some problems) that i probably have stuff on my mind. but really, i don't. it's summer. i'm barely thinking about anything. now, this wouldn't be as bad since it's summer, but i work every other day at 7, which means i have to wake up at 6. and every now and then i get to sleep in. but i'm a light sleeper and can only sleep in when my body is dying of exhaustion. and on top of that, it's hot, and the stickiness wakes up me and frustrates me even more.
oh, and the phone rings a lot. and once something wakes me up, i can never go back to sleep.
i miss talking to my best friend late at night, but now he's busy.
me and angelo told each other we could call each other if we couldn't sleep. but now he's in basic training for the air force and has no ways of communicating besides postage and that only travels so fast.
someone save me :[
20090716
cheers!
you know how they say "you know your getting old when you're friends are getting married."? well, my friends have been getting married left and right, so what does that say about me? i just finished a wedding last week. and it was amazing to see two people so in love. they've been together for 10 years, and their wedding was amazing. a total fusion of two cultures and it was amazing to watch. i was a friend of both the bride and the groom. the groom was vietnamese and the bride was mien. there was the typical morning ceremony of going to "pick up" the bride. and then there was the church. and the cathedral downtown was so gorgeous. they even rented a limo and a horse drawn carriage.
the night reception was chill, fun, and entertaining. oh, and my friend's dress was so beautiful. she pulled it off amazingly and her veil was stunning. well first, the asked dieu quang to do lion dance for them. which was fun and different. then the bridesmaids and groomsmen walked in and the groomsmen were wearing converse. i thought it was super freaking cute and awesome. and they walked into different music and every single person had different swagger. and the bride, groom, and bestman all gave speeches. the groom almost made me cry :[. it was so cute and so heartfelt.
and of course, we had the crazy, fun table that was getting all sorts of drunk with the 5+ bottles of grey goose underneathe the table (never put us in charge of putting alcohol on the tables xD). the dance floor was crazy fun, they had awesome friends.
so, what does that say about me? am i getting old? or do i just have old friends? i think it's both. i'm going off to college, making new friends, living in a new scene, so i am growing older. and truth be told, this friends and really my sister's friends who just happen to love me too. :D
and speaking of which, my sister is getting married next year too. and i'm actually in the wedding. that just makes things a lot for crazy too. i plan to make a speech, because i can. and i told her that i have the best speaking skills out of all of her bridesmaids. and she knows it's true. i'm glad she's getting married though. i love my future bro in law...who i just call my bro in law at this current moment because it makes life a hell of a lot easier to do so.
the night reception was chill, fun, and entertaining. oh, and my friend's dress was so beautiful. she pulled it off amazingly and her veil was stunning. well first, the asked dieu quang to do lion dance for them. which was fun and different. then the bridesmaids and groomsmen walked in and the groomsmen were wearing converse. i thought it was super freaking cute and awesome. and they walked into different music and every single person had different swagger. and the bride, groom, and bestman all gave speeches. the groom almost made me cry :[. it was so cute and so heartfelt.
and of course, we had the crazy, fun table that was getting all sorts of drunk with the 5+ bottles of grey goose underneathe the table (never put us in charge of putting alcohol on the tables xD). the dance floor was crazy fun, they had awesome friends.
so, what does that say about me? am i getting old? or do i just have old friends? i think it's both. i'm going off to college, making new friends, living in a new scene, so i am growing older. and truth be told, this friends and really my sister's friends who just happen to love me too. :D
and speaking of which, my sister is getting married next year too. and i'm actually in the wedding. that just makes things a lot for crazy too. i plan to make a speech, because i can. and i told her that i have the best speaking skills out of all of her bridesmaids. and she knows it's true. i'm glad she's getting married though. i love my future bro in law...who i just call my bro in law at this current moment because it makes life a hell of a lot easier to do so.
20090714
spoiler alert.
if you plan on watching transformers 2: revenge of the fallen, i suggest you not read this :D.
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at first, when watching previews and looking at the name itself, i thought that the "fallen" were decepticons in general, but it happens to be some dude that looks like alien that lived in like, 17,000 bc. speaking of which, the movie opens up with the voice over of optimus prime, who speaks about how humans and autobots ( which, those were the only type of robots back then ) had met once before. making it seem like there was some beautiful mesh of symboitic relationship. however, the robots pop out of the ground and step on about fifty natives. ouch.
after a breif scene that left some in confusion, the title "transformed" onto the screen, reassuring that this movie should only be watched for it's effects.
the movie opens with good ol' sam witwicky and his journey off to college. this transition would've been a lot better if it wasn't for the gay dogs humping each other and the father who was too eager to send his son off because he wanted to bang his wife. since when did transformers get so sexual? to add to things, the first scene we see of megan fox is of her ass in the air painting the side of a motorcycle. why she could be ljust squatting on the side...well, we all know the answer to that.
while telling sam she wants to break up, sam finds a remaining shard of the all spark that burns cryptic messages into his eye and then sets fire to his house - also turning all of his electronics in the kitchen into little decepticons. not to mention one was walking around with a boner and shooting shit out of his penis....awesome?
in a desperate attempt to beat up decepticons the size of his foot, he has to call bumble bee who solves the problem by simply blowing a hole in the house and calling it a day. really sam, you fucking fought megatron...and you need bumble bee to beat up your toaster oven?
then megan fox comes over...blah blah blah...i now see why this movie was over 2 hours. a bunch of meaningless shit. like how they never tell each other they love one another?? like i give a fuck...blow up some robots or some shit like that...
so, this whole time, you think the decepticons are after the last shard of the allspark that is kept oh so safe by the US government...no. cause they steal it. and you're like...well shit, that's the end of the movie....lo and behold they use it to bring megatron back to life (fuck yeah, finally some action ) and you finally get to meet "the fallen." some dude connects to a bunch of wires like the fucking ottoman empire. and all he wants to do is kill a prime...which...the last one living is optimus...but not for long...
long story short, optimus get his ass whooping by megatron and dies....and after he dies it's like well shit let's just fuck over all the autobots and send then to some weird location that no one really knows about. and then sam's like, no you have to go to egpyt cause some giant machine is going to destory our sun and then we'll die because the fallen didn't care about humans...well, he's a decepticon for a reason....
and it takes about 50 minutes for sam to travel like 2 miles for some godforsaken reason. oh, btw, he turns the one thing that can bring optimus back to life into dust. good fucking job, sam. and somehow his parents end up in europe...kidnapped by some decepticon.
and so in some desperate attempt to run the final .0005 mile to where optimus' dead body is lying, sam dies. by this point in time...you're like WTF. actually...i was like..."does this mean there won't be a transformers 3?"
but then, the original primes, like some fucking angels sent from god tell sam he's amazing and bring him back to life...really...i didn't know alien robots had that power, but whatever. and so sam...as overdramatized as he is, runs over to optimus and stabs this thing into him that brings him back to life. optimus then steals parts from a dying decepticon gone good like fifty years ago and kicks ass in about five seconds....needless to say, the fallen gets an as whooping real good. and then like a bunch of pussies....megatron and starscream fly away....
and there it is....the opening for transfomers 3...the return of...shit.
so SERIOUSLY, don't over analyze this movie. ahaha, i stole a lot of this from other people's reviews. and even though i agree that there were too many side stories going on, the plot sucked as, and the script could've used some SERIOUS revisions....
the moral of the story is..
YOU WATCH TRANSFORMERS TO SEE SHIT BLOW UP
(and a lot of that happens, so enjoy)
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at first, when watching previews and looking at the name itself, i thought that the "fallen" were decepticons in general, but it happens to be some dude that looks like alien that lived in like, 17,000 bc. speaking of which, the movie opens up with the voice over of optimus prime, who speaks about how humans and autobots ( which, those were the only type of robots back then ) had met once before. making it seem like there was some beautiful mesh of symboitic relationship. however, the robots pop out of the ground and step on about fifty natives. ouch.
after a breif scene that left some in confusion, the title "transformed" onto the screen, reassuring that this movie should only be watched for it's effects.
the movie opens with good ol' sam witwicky and his journey off to college. this transition would've been a lot better if it wasn't for the gay dogs humping each other and the father who was too eager to send his son off because he wanted to bang his wife. since when did transformers get so sexual? to add to things, the first scene we see of megan fox is of her ass in the air painting the side of a motorcycle. why she could be ljust squatting on the side...well, we all know the answer to that.
while telling sam she wants to break up, sam finds a remaining shard of the all spark that burns cryptic messages into his eye and then sets fire to his house - also turning all of his electronics in the kitchen into little decepticons. not to mention one was walking around with a boner and shooting shit out of his penis....awesome?
in a desperate attempt to beat up decepticons the size of his foot, he has to call bumble bee who solves the problem by simply blowing a hole in the house and calling it a day. really sam, you fucking fought megatron...and you need bumble bee to beat up your toaster oven?
then megan fox comes over...blah blah blah...i now see why this movie was over 2 hours. a bunch of meaningless shit. like how they never tell each other they love one another?? like i give a fuck...blow up some robots or some shit like that...
so, this whole time, you think the decepticons are after the last shard of the allspark that is kept oh so safe by the US government...no. cause they steal it. and you're like...well shit, that's the end of the movie....lo and behold they use it to bring megatron back to life (fuck yeah, finally some action ) and you finally get to meet "the fallen." some dude connects to a bunch of wires like the fucking ottoman empire. and all he wants to do is kill a prime...which...the last one living is optimus...but not for long...
long story short, optimus get his ass whooping by megatron and dies....and after he dies it's like well shit let's just fuck over all the autobots and send then to some weird location that no one really knows about. and then sam's like, no you have to go to egpyt cause some giant machine is going to destory our sun and then we'll die because the fallen didn't care about humans...well, he's a decepticon for a reason....
and it takes about 50 minutes for sam to travel like 2 miles for some godforsaken reason. oh, btw, he turns the one thing that can bring optimus back to life into dust. good fucking job, sam. and somehow his parents end up in europe...kidnapped by some decepticon.
and so in some desperate attempt to run the final .0005 mile to where optimus' dead body is lying, sam dies. by this point in time...you're like WTF. actually...i was like..."does this mean there won't be a transformers 3?"
but then, the original primes, like some fucking angels sent from god tell sam he's amazing and bring him back to life...really...i didn't know alien robots had that power, but whatever. and so sam...as overdramatized as he is, runs over to optimus and stabs this thing into him that brings him back to life. optimus then steals parts from a dying decepticon gone good like fifty years ago and kicks ass in about five seconds....needless to say, the fallen gets an as whooping real good. and then like a bunch of pussies....megatron and starscream fly away....
and there it is....the opening for transfomers 3...the return of...shit.
so SERIOUSLY, don't over analyze this movie. ahaha, i stole a lot of this from other people's reviews. and even though i agree that there were too many side stories going on, the plot sucked as, and the script could've used some SERIOUS revisions....
the moral of the story is..
YOU WATCH TRANSFORMERS TO SEE SHIT BLOW UP
(and a lot of that happens, so enjoy)
20090710
orientation
so i've spent the last three days (still here - btw) in davis for orientation. i must admit, it feels like a lot more than three days. the morning/afternoon "activities" were far from interesting. basically, being lectured about classes, requirements, and rules we have to follow was....blah. but the night activities they had planned out were fun. wednesday night we had "rec 101". we went to the arc, this huge gym place to check out things they had to offer. i took this crazy intense sample stretching/ab workout/yoga class with michelle. the raquetball court was freaking amazing and fun to run around it. i plan to take a dance class there and also take advantage of the tennis courts!
thrusday was probably worse. having stayed up until 5 the night before, and jerri calling me at 630 for breakfast...i slept in until 1030 because i didn't have to take any placement testing. i had one meeting before lunch. and seriously, we spent the rest of the day in the science lecture hall listening to a shitload of info that no normal person should be able to retain at one time. and then dinner rolled around and i realized DC food makes me sick and that i cannot eat it every day. shiiiiit, yo. then, we had a super long advising session with our leaders for some reason. i missed out on a good hour of c.u. after dark. but i got to play poker, at least. even though everyone was beginners, no money was involved, and i was playing all kids of stupid. after that, me and michelle didn't want to stay in laben because seriously, people on that floor were kind of boring and went to bed at early hours.
so we stopped by kearny to have a pizza party and just interacted with cool people. what started out as ten fingers turned into pickup lines, racial jokes, and dane cooke. we called it quits at 2 and went back to laben. oh, and did i even mention that i never got a roommate? so, michelle spent the night at my dorm since her roommates were dead asleep and we still had to choose classes!! AHHH. that was pretty much the most stressful thing i have ever done. so many numbers and planning to do. so, i'm waiting to pick classes right now
i was finally able to connect to some wireless since davis is lame and doesn't allow wireless in the dorm rooms. blaaah.
love ya<3
thrusday was probably worse. having stayed up until 5 the night before, and jerri calling me at 630 for breakfast...i slept in until 1030 because i didn't have to take any placement testing. i had one meeting before lunch. and seriously, we spent the rest of the day in the science lecture hall listening to a shitload of info that no normal person should be able to retain at one time. and then dinner rolled around and i realized DC food makes me sick and that i cannot eat it every day. shiiiiit, yo. then, we had a super long advising session with our leaders for some reason. i missed out on a good hour of c.u. after dark. but i got to play poker, at least. even though everyone was beginners, no money was involved, and i was playing all kids of stupid. after that, me and michelle didn't want to stay in laben because seriously, people on that floor were kind of boring and went to bed at early hours.
so we stopped by kearny to have a pizza party and just interacted with cool people. what started out as ten fingers turned into pickup lines, racial jokes, and dane cooke. we called it quits at 2 and went back to laben. oh, and did i even mention that i never got a roommate? so, michelle spent the night at my dorm since her roommates were dead asleep and we still had to choose classes!! AHHH. that was pretty much the most stressful thing i have ever done. so many numbers and planning to do. so, i'm waiting to pick classes right now
i was finally able to connect to some wireless since davis is lame and doesn't allow wireless in the dorm rooms. blaaah.
love ya<3
20090702
savage beast.
so, i was roaming around myadmissions at davis because i had to check up on some stuff. and i accidently clicked on my AP scores - and i was like oh, maybe i should see if my scores were sent. so i'm scrolling down and i see my usual 3s and then. BAM, there it was.
the first score that caught my eye was a 4. thinking that it was my psych test i looked over and saw that it was government. i was so surprised because i seriously though that test owned me and that i would only get a three. but shit, i was sooo fucking happy i got a 4. i actually tried to study for that test, so i'm glad with my outcome.
the next score was a 5. a motherfucking 5. i've never ever gotten a 5 before. shit, i've never gotten a 4 before. but shit i got a 5 for ap psych. that was the one test that i was so confident about before going into it. i wanted to get a 5 so badly. then, after i took the test the multiple choice was really hard and i was then only aiming for a 4. and then people discouraged me, so i aimed for a 3. so shit, i'm gonna go at pat myself on the back.
and i don't even give a fuck that i failed lit. that test can suck it!
the first score that caught my eye was a 4. thinking that it was my psych test i looked over and saw that it was government. i was so surprised because i seriously though that test owned me and that i would only get a three. but shit, i was sooo fucking happy i got a 4. i actually tried to study for that test, so i'm glad with my outcome.
the next score was a 5. a motherfucking 5. i've never ever gotten a 5 before. shit, i've never gotten a 4 before. but shit i got a 5 for ap psych. that was the one test that i was so confident about before going into it. i wanted to get a 5 so badly. then, after i took the test the multiple choice was really hard and i was then only aiming for a 4. and then people discouraged me, so i aimed for a 3. so shit, i'm gonna go at pat myself on the back.
and i don't even give a fuck that i failed lit. that test can suck it!
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