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Ok...I'm on the rag now (day 2), and yes I'm also on heavy PMS. Yay for bitching!

  • Look honey, you're not a professional photographer because (a) You can only take pictures using your camphone or digicam, as opposed to the big cameras with big lights like those at photo studios, and (b) You're not paid for your pictures. Airbrushing your pictures and getting words of praise for the results don't make you professional.

  • Well hokay, so you're smarter, more level-headed, and probably prettier than me, but sorry...you so-called man still chose me over you. Not that I made him to. Stop getting under my skin and complaining about my bitching and swearing. I ain't no saint, and guess what, you're not either! Saints will never go snooping on other people just to find out about their weaknesses.
  • Listening to: My Prerogative - Bobby Brown
    Sunday, March 13, 2005, 06:55 p.m.

    semi-charmed life?
    I got lots of gifts today. From my patchwork artist aunt, Orchid...It's all good. I think it's God's way to make up for the bad yesterday.
    I also had dinner with Orchid and her boyfriend and mum at Platinum, PIM. Then I had a short heart to heart talk with Orchid's mum in the ladies' room, and...now it all makes sense why Freddy asked me out in the first place. I thought it was because he found me interesting or thought I'd make a good fuck. No. It was something altogether different and I don't feel like discussing it here.
    Aiya! It's been sooo hot all day! Hope it's gonna rain tomorrow.

    Listening to: Moon and Sunrise - Boa
    Saturday, March 12, 2005, 11:34 p.m.

    What's the matter with you? Sing me something new...
    You know, this is by far the prettiest Mary Pickford layout I've ever produced, yet I'm still dissatisfied. Ya know, three years ago I whipped out a very crappy Mary Pickford layout and that one got nothing on this one, but still...*sigh*
    These are the pointers that sum up how I've been feeling in the past couple of days.

  • Most stereotypes/myths about men that you've probably heard since you hit puberty are INDEED TRUE.

  • Never, and I do mean NEVER EVER, open up to a total stranger, even if s/he is a licensed psychologist.

  • Let's just say most guys I've met are scared to the core by my hyperactivity and strong memory, as opposed to being disgusted by my face, since I've seen way too many "beauty and the beast" couples.

  • Nooo...I'm not on heavy PMS. I'm just upset.
    Hell. Why not make a full frontal bash about them. They don't remember this website does exist anyway, despite the number of times I whore this site to them. Spill their crimes, give out their FULL NAMES, plus their numbers and home or office addresses if necessary, and let the world punish them for ruining my mood. Why the heck not? Sounds like a good idea.
    I can hate people, collectively and individually, if I want to. Why, I have EVERY reason to do so!

    Listening to: The Masterplan - Oasis.
    Friday, March 11, 2005, 07:05 p.m.

    *Yawns* In probably half an hour my mum's caterer will be here to teach me and my bro to cook. I'm a bit lazy actually, since this is gonna involve kitchen knives and I have a mild phobia of them, but how the heck will I survive in New Zealand without the ability to cook? Yes of course I can boil water, cook noodles and rice and make instant pudding but that's about it. I can't even make fried rice. Don't laugh!
    God here I am being ever so nostalgic. I miss the old Bobo mags, my Barbies, The Secret Identity, MacGyver, The Black Mask Rider, bob hair, earth-nuanced make-up, and...I need someone or two to pretend it's 1990 again with me.
    Thursday, March 10, 2005, 10:21 a.m.

    Wow. Did I go uncommented in the last archive. I'm no longer PMS-infested (at least for this moment) but come on people, it wouldn't hurt to leave me a comment! It never fails to make me wanna go lala! LOL. Anyway, really nothing to talk about hier...
    Oh hang on a second. I DO have something to talk about. You know what I really HAYTE? I hate it when I'm having a chit-chat with someone and s/he just lets me talk, and then cuts me by saying s/he's busy studying. For example:
    Me: Yep, and she said she was about to dump her boyfriend...blahblahblahblah
    Him/her: Look...I'm working on my homework right now.
    Me: Oops. So sorry! You should've told me earlier though. See ya.
    Him/her: Take care.
    You have no idea how great the guilt it leaves me. Well if you're busy studying or doing something else, why not tell me from the beginning? Saying, "Sorry I can't talk. Busy," isn't as hurtful as, "Hey, I just saw your crush lip-locking with some hot girl." Or if you really want me to hate you, do the aforementioned and bitch about me afterwards, like some guy did recently (no Avin, not you. I'll spill the details later).
    You know, back in 2002 I was friends with lots of other bloggers, local and foreign. I liked how we signed each other's guestbooks to compliment each other on layouts or entries we could relate to. Now they either retired or resorted to journals such as LJ. I miss their awesome layouts and the closeness we shared. I really miss those.

    Listening to: Ex Girlfriend - No Doubt
    Wednesday, March 9, 2005, 10:42 a.m.

    New layout! Ahem. So...this is my all-time girl crush, silent actress Mary Pickford! This woman lived to the ripe old age of 87...Wonderful, ain't it? But I guess longevity runs in my family, both sides. My maternal great grandma lived to 85, my grandpa on dad's side to 79, and my maternal grandma and ALL her siblings are still alive, the eldest is 79 now and in excellent health. Anyway...I have nothing else to say now except I've got lots of Oriflame orders! Woo hoo!
    Tuesday, March 8, 2005, 01:01 p.m.

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    Nana. 21. Recent college grad. Technically mixed, Indonesian passport. Speak fluent English and Indonesian, and bits and pieces of German, French, Chinese, Spanish, Turkish. Nocturnal. Pioneer spirit. Knowledge is power. Friendster. LJ. More?

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    This layout features Mary Pickford, the Canadian-born America's Sweetheart. LOL. Isn't she exquisite? I've been a fan since I saw one of her movies, A Kiss From Mary Pickford (1926), when I was 15. God, do I want curls like hers...Anyway, this layout was designed by yours truly on Adobe Photoshop CS, best viewed on IE 5.0+ or Neoplanet (and maybe Mozilla...but I don't recommend using Opera) with the resolution of 1024.768 and 32 bit of colors. Background pattern is courtesy of Squid Fingers. You steal, karma will catch you and its punishment is far more lethal any human being's can ever be. Past layouts?

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