8.26.2010

Salt- Mof

Salt is the worst summer movie i've watched. I don't think any movie can top it.
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8.24.2010

Yoghurt cup #27


(don't look long at this dog's face. i'm serious.)
  • Princess Diaries book 3 & 4.
  • NO MORE INCEPTION IN THE THEATER!
  • 45 minutes of self-bragging from the Social Study teacher.
  • Highlands coffee.
  • Salt. Aww i don't want to watch that!
  • 10-day vacation. Full of tutors and sleeping in.
  • Then senior year.
  • Stopped listening to Excuses by The Morning Benders. Such a hard try.
  • Download Read It And Weep.
  • (isn't as easy as it sounds)
  • Download Devil Wears Prada
  • The new theme of blogspot sucks. Lose all of my appetite for blogging for it. Why can't they just keep the old theme? The one i'm using right now??
  • (it takes forever to download these i swear!)
  • Finding myself finding that tumblr is getting boring since i can't gain any new followers.
  • Update the phone
  • Probably gonna abandon the new blogger account to find something more pleasant. Sorry blogger.
  • Need a mani-pedi immediately.
  • Buy some nail polish.
  • The good thing about having multiple web browsers installed and pinned all around the desktop is that when one is broken, for example firefox, it's always broken, we have a bunch of spare ones.
  • Really need to sleep now. It's stopped raining. For about 5 minutes i think.
  • I hate it when any of these words pumps up at my face: "price", "pricing", "cost", "payment", "trial", "buy"!
  • This.
  • Excuses is 5 minutes long! I listen to that 5 minute song 15 times a day!
  • I'm addicted to indie.



8.17.2010

Big jet plane.

Favorite takes from Angus and Julia Stone's song, Big Jet Plane.








8.16.2010

Torn jeans and random talking.

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I only have 3 pairs of jeans. I love all 3 of them. Especially the torn pair. And as the result of my passionate love, i wear them everywhere. And every adult looked at me. Each and every one of them asked me the same question: "Are you that poor that you have to wear torn jeans?". I never minded that, it's a social joke that whether you like it or not, you're gonna have to smile and agree or else. But then if you take a little time to look at that attitude towards young people, that is an attitude with no respect.
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I can represent myself as a typical example of the youth. The first lesson in life that we have ever learned is to respect the elder and whatever they have done. Adults are people whose minds have grown completely and they can make proper decision with the less percentage of regretting than children, or that's what they think. We don't make jokes about an old structured house, a 50's woman in knee-length puffy skirts with big buttons and white gloves or a man in perfectly ironed suits with wing collars and bow ties. We have a name for that, it's called vintage.

Well, of course there are bad kids who make jokes about their overly puffiness or the reflectively shiny shoes. But the jokes were understated and mostly private. Because although they're bad kids, they're still afraid of being judged by the society by dissing what's in the past.
But Edna Mode used to say: "I don't live in the past, it distracts me from the now". Although we respect the vintage factor, we don't see people going to work in that outfit. The world, whether we like it or not, is changing. It's easy to see and understand that some people just can't adapt to everything. Some adults, to be exact. A small example, when i was 5, i could turn on the video player 10 times faster than anyone in my house. The change is the video player, and the time it took me to turn it on comparing to the time anyone else does is the difference between generations.

I think in life, you give something you get something back. We gave our previous generation a heartful of respect, we only ask for permission to walk down the street with the defining clothes without the disrespectful glare. It's the people who create the boundaries. My mom always says, if the whole world believes crooked teeth are beautiful, nobody fixes their gaps anymore. We don't hear our parents retelling stories about our grandparents forbidding them from wearing high-waisted pants or neon-colored headbands. Visions are subjective, you lived your youth in freedom, let us live ours. It takes more than just a hole in the jeans to judge a kid, you know.

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I get that when people turn 25 they want the life process to stop, but is it normal when i'm 17?
Most definitely not.















8.15.2010

"This pathetic excuse for a town
That holds all your memories
A lifetime of crushes and your broken dreams"

Coffee Bean.

Coffee Bean. Met an old friend. Realized how pathetic my world is.
I want to be a photogenic person!
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Dear scarf, why?










8.13.2010

"Oh, i'm sorry. But it's only music & movies. It's no big deal."
Yeah and it's also just your paper work and your fucking atm card. It's no big deal either.
If every grown-ups are like that, i'd rather commit suicide before 20. They always say you should go when you peak, teenage years are life peak. Because grown-ups' heads are full of important crap that everything else can't compare.

It's not because of today that i hate growing up. I spend a lot of time picturing myself 20 more years to go. And the vision doesn't please me.
Do you listen to me Jennifer? STOP GROWING UP!

And dear twitter, if you just keep being over capacity, what's the point of you anyway?

8.12.2010

YOU FUCKING IDIOT!

8.09.2010















Songs


Aah the new soundtrack of life. Gotta be good this time.

~ Panic At The Disco- The Only Difference Between Martyrdom & Suicide Is Press Coverage. I swear i could remember 7 words out of the name title and it was awesome!
~ One Night Only- Say You Don't Want It
~ Joe Brooks- Superman
~ The Killers- Mr. Brightside. Never gets old (:
~ Take That- Shine
~ NeverShoutNever- CheaterCheaterBestFriendEater. Thank you for making good music again (:
~ The Pretty Reckless- My Medicine. This is my ringtone. Everytime someone calls me i pick up the phone, finish the talk & open the music player to listen to the song again.
~ Weezer- Island In The Sun
~ Matt Costa- Josephine. This is actually a free song from his website. Doesn't mean it's not good. It just means that you can get it legally free (:

I want to get my butt up to do something, like maybe preparing for the exam due 2 days, but i got stuck with the almost-out-of-battery laptop. Or at least redo my nails. Anything but this.





8.08.2010

I think i'm more of a necklace person than a bracelet person. And i am definitely a headband person, more than anything in life.
I love & hate rain at the same time. Cause rain makes me feel so good tucked into my big tacky blankie but it gives me allergies. And allergies doesn't come with love in one package.
I love Danny's voice so much i wonder why the hell he's doing in the so-called "pop punk" band like McFly. But then again, if he'd been anywhere else, he wouldn't have met someone as amazing as Tom.
I think i'm slowly switching to be a team Fletcher.
If English had a face i would slap it, bloody language!
Ate an expired packet of chips this morning. Tasted like carton paper. I think my brain wires changed since then.
Everybody sounds better on chat. Makes me doubt whether a person that good on chat is really interesting in life.
Wish i could run into a guy like this on the street. But i have to live in New York & be gorgeous like Emma Watson first (:
This kind of weather and the fact that i'm verging on being sick really makes me sleepy.
I hate going to clearance sale after they have all collected the good stuff! Hate it!
I'm addicted to 90's teen pop. I'm addicted to 90's music. The more i listen to it, the more sorry i feel for miley cyrus, jonas brothers, justin bieber, lady gaga, kesha, taylor fucking swift for calling themselves making true music.
Saving up money.
I swear going to malls and staring and drooling on the couture store carpet is the motive of my life later. I don't fucking care if i have a boyfriend or anything, i need BAGS AND SHOES AND DRESSES AND TORN JEANS AND MACBOOK!
I'm dehydrated.

This is by far the most random post ever.

8.05.2010

"The best thing about a picture is that it never changes, even when the people in it do."
- Andy Warhol

calm.


things that calm me down when i'm in a massive anger:
~ stare at the bubbling screen saver of this laptop
~ my neighbor has a set of colorful diy glitters and i can spend hours separating them into their colors
~ rubic
~ music
~ tumblr
~ blogspot
~ write a story. sounds weird but yes i actually come up with plots of my own Hollywood movie in my head when i get a little off.

everything i do to calm myself down sounds abnormal.
writing this down to look at when i'm in temper again. which is going to be soon.


i personally think permanent relationships get better when people are away from each other and can only talk through the phone and see each other on weekends. i'm tired of ruining every relationship in life.

8.02.2010

Yoghurt cup #26


  • Nydc last night. First time out so late.
  • It's been one week. One week.
  • I personally think no one can outsing Give Me A Sign, that's why when i ran into comments like "you sound better than the original" on the covers on youtube, i frowned.
  • I'm terrified of growing up. Wrote a long entry here that i don't think i'm gonna post.
  • I need to write something more cheerful, just to cheer myself up. I've got a list of things i'm going to write in my journal. Think i'm gonna complete that list by the end of the summer semester.
  • Remembering about the little hideout i found last summer. It was the History & Art museum. Remember how it felt like to be there.
  • Broken playlist of mine:
~ Afraid- Vanessa Hudgens
~ Patience- Take That
~ Give Me A Sign- Breaking Benjamin
~ Boulevard of Broken Dreams- Green Day
~ Good Enough- Evanescence
~ Frozen- Within Temptation
  • Can't bear listening to John Mayer.
  • I do not want to turn 20. I hate that number.



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nydc.

Went out last night celebrating her early acceptance to college. It was fun. Got home at 10 and mom didn't say a word. Scared me.

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