The Wright Hero
Say what you want, Apollo's too much of a kid.
Wright's the man.
Joy was finally using a buy one free one (limited to five plates) Sushi King coupon. Now I have a reaction from eating too much jellyfish. Ugh.
I baked chocolate chip cupcakes today. 12 of them, and not a baker's dozen. Sis ate just one. I ate one and one and then another one. Later I hid four, just in case. The rest just magically disappeared.
I have an annoying cousin who bugs me from time to time with annoyingly mundane requests.
Today he asked me a word's equivalent in English. Of course I knew the answer, but I ignored him anyway because I do not think I resemble a dictionary.
Then again, I doubt he even knows what a dictionary looks like since he once boldly claimed to me and other witnesses that he has none. Not even one.
I can't get my guinea pigs to agree to stink less.
*sigh*
Most of the girls I went to highschool with are or are about to be married. Some already have kids. A few have more than two.
How old am I again...?
...and what year is this?
Lost my marbles. Entirely.
The last time I was this is love with somebody who was existentially handicapped, I ended up sketching pictures of our imaginary wedding. I wonder how far this one will go?
What is a friend really?
Somebody you regularly poke on facebook? Talk to on msn? Sms once in a blue moon to check up on?
I have no idea, really. Not anymore.
All this while I've been using BB creams on and off - I do love them, but in my opinion they are not the easiest to wear and require a more meticulous removal at the end of the day. Most of the time the pressed minerals prevail.
Realizing that my purchase date was in Autumn 2008, in the past couple of months I've been trying to use up my little black tube. Easier said than done, because one application only requires about a pea sized amount of product, and you can just imagine how many peas are in a half a tube of 50ml.
Unlike the findings of some BB-creamers, no, I do not think BB creams are miracle elixirs. I am not whiter nor any more wrinkle free than I was before I started using, and given the right (or should I say wrong?) conditions, I am not any more blemish free. I still have my dark circles and I'm still having a tough time dealing with blackheads.
But all that aside, my cheeks ARE incredibly super duper soft. So soft that I cannot stop pinching them. And no, I'm not dreaming it up. Because if I were, I'd be awake by now. Pinching sandpaper cheeks.
I don't Twitter. In fact, call me slow, but I only recently found out what Twitter is. This blog kind of looks like Twitter. And just like if I were to have a Twitter account, nobody really reads my random nothings.
HA HA HA
Turns out my mom's upstairs neighbors might actually be from Romania. Could they be vampires too? MLIT.
HA HA HA
I have decided to rename Mr Red.
He is from now onwards to be addressed as Mr Redrum.
Because his 3G bills are killing me.
Wright's the man.
Joy was finally using a buy one free one (limited to five plates) Sushi King coupon. Now I have a reaction from eating too much jellyfish. Ugh.
I baked chocolate chip cupcakes today. 12 of them, and not a baker's dozen. Sis ate just one. I ate one and one and then another one. Later I hid four, just in case. The rest just magically disappeared.
I have an annoying cousin who bugs me from time to time with annoyingly mundane requests.
Today he asked me a word's equivalent in English. Of course I knew the answer, but I ignored him anyway because I do not think I resemble a dictionary.
Then again, I doubt he even knows what a dictionary looks like since he once boldly claimed to me and other witnesses that he has none. Not even one.
I can't get my guinea pigs to agree to stink less.
*sigh*
Most of the girls I went to highschool with are or are about to be married. Some already have kids. A few have more than two.
How old am I again...?
...and what year is this?
Lost my marbles. Entirely.
The last time I was this is love with somebody who was existentially handicapped, I ended up sketching pictures of our imaginary wedding. I wonder how far this one will go?
What is a friend really?
Somebody you regularly poke on facebook? Talk to on msn? Sms once in a blue moon to check up on?
I have no idea, really. Not anymore.
All this while I've been using BB creams on and off - I do love them, but in my opinion they are not the easiest to wear and require a more meticulous removal at the end of the day. Most of the time the pressed minerals prevail.
Realizing that my purchase date was in Autumn 2008, in the past couple of months I've been trying to use up my little black tube. Easier said than done, because one application only requires about a pea sized amount of product, and you can just imagine how many peas are in a half a tube of 50ml.
Unlike the findings of some BB-creamers, no, I do not think BB creams are miracle elixirs. I am not whiter nor any more wrinkle free than I was before I started using, and given the right (or should I say wrong?) conditions, I am not any more blemish free. I still have my dark circles and I'm still having a tough time dealing with blackheads.
But all that aside, my cheeks ARE incredibly super duper soft. So soft that I cannot stop pinching them. And no, I'm not dreaming it up. Because if I were, I'd be awake by now. Pinching sandpaper cheeks.
I don't Twitter. In fact, call me slow, but I only recently found out what Twitter is. This blog kind of looks like Twitter. And just like if I were to have a Twitter account, nobody really reads my random nothings.
HA HA HA
Turns out my mom's upstairs neighbors might actually be from Romania. Could they be vampires too? MLIT.
HA HA HA
I have decided to rename Mr Red.
He is from now onwards to be addressed as Mr Redrum.
Because his 3G bills are killing me.
