Fun with Boredom

I wish… =l

Sat, 07 May 2011 21:33:00 +0800

I wish… =l

Why is it that only skinny girls look good in poofy skirts??? =l

Sat, 07 May 2011 21:30:26 +0800

Why is it that only skinny girls look good in poofy skirts??? =l

Kettering by The Antlers from their album, Hospice. =)

Sat, 07 May 2011 21:27:00 +0800

Kettering by The Antlers from their album, Hospice. =)

One of my favorites from last year… =) This song is about...

Sat, 07 May 2011 21:24:54 +0800

One of my favorites from last year… =)

This song is about a person who can’t decide on what he/she wants to do with her/his life. When he was younger, he wanted to be something great but now he needs to let go and accept what life has given him. He doesn’t know if he should go for his dreams or just accept what he has right now. He sees himself as an animal because no matter how hard he’s tried to pretend to belong to the place life has brought him, he can’t help but revert to his true nature which is to be the person he’s always dreamed of being. ;)

Run by Daughter…=)

Sat, 07 May 2011 21:17:10 +0800

Run by Daughter…=)

Pyro by Kings of Leon… Been stuck in my head for quite...

Sat, 07 May 2011 21:14:05 +0800

Pyro by Kings of Leon…

Been stuck in my head for quite some time now… =)

Skinny Love Version by Birdy originally by Bon Iver I loooove...

Sat, 07 May 2011 21:12:15 +0800

Skinny Love

Version by Birdy

originally by Bon Iver

I loooove this song… =)

Thinspo….

Sun, 20 Mar 2011 18:59:00 +0800

Thinspo….

hahahaha…

Fri, 18 Feb 2011 18:43:39 +0800

hahahaha…

In college, time flies so fast that sometimes things that have happened 2 years ago may seem like...

Sat, 31 Jul 2010 22:09:22 +0800

In college, time flies so fast that sometimes things that have happened 2 years ago may seem like they had only happened 2 months ago, things you’ve done 3 months ago may seem like they were done 2 weeks ago and things you’ve done 2 weeks ago may seem like they were done yesterday. When we were in high school, we would wish long and hard for the clock to turn faster. We were almost never in a hurry. There was always time. This might be why high schoolers are notorious idealists. We used all of that extra time dreaming and wishing for a better and more exciting life. We used to think that once we got into college, everything would change. We would be changed people. Back then, change was a good thing. Now, I’m not so sure.

In college, everything is less stable than when we were in high school. Everything is more complicated. I’ve changed but I’m not sure if I’m happy with how I’ve changed. Is it because it is human nature to never be satisfied? Maybe. But I think it might probably because I don;t have much to show for the years I’ve used to try and transform myself. It’s all so terribly frustrating.

Pretending...

Thu, 29 Jul 2010 16:56:26 +0800

If you think that this post is going to help you in anyway with your love life, I want to clear things out and say that this post is not meant to teach you how to pretend to be interested in PEOPLE. Haha. Although that would be pretty useful. I know a few people who have been asked out by really good looking guys with personalities as those of rocks. They prayed that they couldn’t look past the pretty face into the dullness within but unfortunately (and surprisingly), humans aren’t as superficial as they seem to be. Personality IS more important than looks. There’s a SHOCKER. Maybe someday I’ll get to write an article concerning this “issue”. Someday after I go on my first date. Probably well into my thirties. Now before i start to ramble about my insecurities and doubts for the future, I better get to the point.

Lately, I’ve noticed that I’ve been doing a lot of pretending. You ask, what has happened lately that has caused you to pretend so much, Mel? I’ll tell you what happened. ECLIPSE and FIFA happened. The problem about them is that they keep coming up in conversations. I don’t loathe any of them nor am I particularly interested in any of them.

I’ve read all of the Twilight books and actually liked them for a while. I’d even read the one about Bree Tanner. Later on, some of the friends I could trust to come up with opinions of their own that weren’t influenced by the hype the Twihards had created, enlightened me that the books weren’t all that great after all. After reflecting further, I realized that they were right. The Stephanie Meyer books weren’t remarkable pieces of literature for many reasons. Even after this “epiphany”, I gave Twilight:The Movie a chance. It didn’t impress me enough to make me want to watch the succeeding movies. As you can see, I do not like Twilight not merely because I refuse to conform to the standard of the masses but because I genuinely don’t think it’s THAT good.

As for FIFA, I don’t have a particular interest for it because I’ve never been a sports fan. The few times I’ve ever cheered in a sporting event was when I knew someone on the team. I’ve tried to force myself to like football. I even owned a Manchester United jersey (which I later gave to Kim) and a pair of Manchester United shorts (which I wear to the soccer games in my dreams). The only soccer players I’m familiar with are Beckham, Ronaldino, Ronaldo and Rolando. I’m not even sure if the last one exists or if the last three are the same person. I suck when it comes to sports. If you were to ask me what my favorite basketball team is, I’d say Lakers because my brother and dad are lakers fans. If you were to ask me about tennis, I’d say “Hey remember when Agassi lost on his final game and cried?” I would know that because it was everywhere for a while. If you were to ask me about golf, i’d talk about the infidelity of Tiger Woods.

A few days ago, a few friends had invited me to watch Eclipse with them. I told them that I would have given one of my kidneys to stand in line with them for four hours just to watch shimmery vampires and shirtless werewolves fight over a very fragile looking girl. I prefer to pretend to like the same things as my friends sometimes because I don’t like being asked my opinion only to have them contradicted with arguments teeming with the unrelenting zeal that the Twihards have for Twilight.

Lucky for me, my brother watches as many of the FIFA games as he can so I usually end up hearing or seeing snippets of them every night. I am able to come up with a few lines to say when FIFA comes up in the conversation. I usually say, “Go Brazil!”, “david Beckham is getting old and might need to retire soon” and “I want a vuvuzela”. As for Twilight, all i have to remember is the line people like to talk about, “face it, I’m hotter than you” and swoon everytime I hear Jacob. It also helps to talk about how big of a slut Bella is in the latest movie.

DON’T JUDGE ME. Everyone pretends to know about something they barely know at all. =D

* This article was created a month ago. Fifa and eclipse have passed their prime by now but I think that it would be a total waste to just throw away what I’ve begun. This is why the ending is a little too abrupt. =D

From the archives of my favorite webcomic, Cyanide and...

Sun, 04 Jul 2010 01:15:58 +0800

From the archives of my favorite webcomic, Cyanide and Happiness. =)

Do you love me the way I love you? HAHAHA!

Fri, 02 Jul 2010 18:30:54 +0800

Of course I do… with warmth as intense as that of a hot summer’s day… HAHA… Char…

"Write drunk; edit sober” by Ernest Hemingway"

Sat, 05 Jun 2010 12:24:00 +0800

““Write drunk; edit sober” by Ernest Hemingway”

Hahaha… Poor genius…

Fri, 04 Jun 2010 21:46:00 +0800

Hahaha… Poor genius…

I want my bedroom to have a pool!!!! ^_^

Fri, 04 Jun 2010 20:30:35 +0800

I want my bedroom to have a pool!!!! ^_^

My dog woke me up this morning. I was a little annoyed but couldn’t resist his cuteness. He...

Fri, 04 Jun 2010 11:41:07 +0800

My dog woke me up this morning. I was a little annoyed but couldn’t resist his cuteness. He was sitting in front of me with his head tilted to one side. The curtain-filtered sunlight spilled into the room so that it looked like my dog was an angel or something. Sort of like how KC from American Idol looks when the lights are strategically placed behind him to enhance and emphasize the goldeness of his curls. hmmm… KC… ^_^ My dog is blonde too. He must have been watching American Idol whenever we were watching it and tried to see if the whole light trick would work for him as great as it did for KC. Yes. That must have been what happened. ^_^ My dog is an evil and manipulative genius. The irresistable cuteness is a great disguise for him.

Anyway, enough about my dog and back to business. I’ve decided to try Tumblr. I’ve started a dozen other blogs but after putting up a few posts, i just never found the time or was never in the mood to continue. On the last blog i set up, I promised to post something everyday. I never did. I could blame it on my busy schedule but that would be unfair because that isn’t the real reason. I don’t remember any of the names of the blogs anymore. I do remember that I put the user name and password of one of them in a time capsule i made with friends back when we were in high school. If anyone would read the things I posted on that blog, I would be so embarrassed. I was in my awkward (even more awkward than now) tween years. I was the typical angsty and why-does-the-world-crap-on-my-life teenager. Back then we had Friendster instead of Facebook. My Friendster profile looked like it had been designed by a bunch of emo kids. The background was like a shrine to Pon and Zi. I still love Pon and Zi but why did my font have to be blood red?! So emo and soooo wrong. My music was emo too. It was all dashboard confessionals and saosin and shit. Remembering all of this has motivated me to make a plan to save me from this impending embarrassment. Kim, i know you have the time capsule. You CANNOT open it without me. When the time comes, i’ll have a bottle of gasoline and some matches ready. If someone were to see that horrible blog, i think i’d feel like the guy who finds a picture of himself from the eighties and realize that he had a mullet… and sideburns… and a muscle shirt… that’s tie-dyed… SHUDDER*