Living the fast lane
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
12:27 PM
My two friends fell off a scooter last night. Other than minor cuts and bruises they're okay, thank God.
It just got me into thinking about scooters and what we actually use them for. This coming from me who has been taking rides to school on Dianne's moped for weeks because I'm too lazy to walk. haha. Its fun. Every time I resist the urge to wave my hands around like I'm on a roller coaster or riding with my tongue hanging out like a dog in a car with the windows down, trying to taste the wind. So bear with me.
First off, I noticed that scooters are typically only used to places that could easily be reached by bus/bicycle/walking. I mean scooters still use fossil fuel. And two stroke engines are actually more polluting than four stroke engines of a similar size, uhh I think I read somewhere. Because most scooters are 50cc and mostly used in the city, it poses the question to me, whether they are actually a good thing at all?
I guess there's the convenience of free parking. They're more reliable than public transport. You use less physical energy on them than walking or cycling. If you compare driving to scootering then yes, scooter is better alternative, in cost, fuel emission and traffic fluidity wise. Hmm, don't know where I am going with this.
Anyway, you know what I would loooooove to has?
A Segway! Those 2-wheeled, electric vehicle you's probably seen in the movie, Mall Cop. Dude, it be awesome! You had best be imagining me on a segway yo. I be excited and waving, alwayz. We's be rolling around uni and the hizzle making babies. SEGWAY. <3
The last time I checked, it costs $4350 on trademe. Snapper.
There is no spring without winter
Sunday, June 28, 2009
9:55 AM
Just got back from sending my friend to the airport. Its a sad place, the airport. It has that unsettled air that I am never able to pin-point. Regardless whether you're leaving or staying, that place gives me goosebumps. This same time last year I sent my mom home from that very airport and I remember feeling the lowest pit of sadness, and crying so hard. And somehow a year later, it can still bring me deja-vu. Love is intensified by absence. And the airport is the departure gate that leads to that absence, the epitome of the longing that will surely ensue.
Then I got back home and realized Im having my big P. Good to know that the past couple days plethora of massive breakdown were hormonal and not me having a judgment relapse. Although my bawling over the roommate's plans of leaving was no exaggeration, mind you Shamaz. But other than that, good to know.
On a completely different matter, the only amusing thing about Transformers 2 was The Fray. Oh and Megan Fox's smoking bod. And that robo-chick's. That is all.
The high road from here and beyond
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
2:07 PM
Sometimes you just have to s-p-e-l-l it out for people because somehow they dont seem to g-e-t it. So how do I put this in a classy way, here goes:
I dont know you. So thats why it was the
only comment I had about you. I didnt think anyone would know it was you since I never flaunted my "relationship". It was not my intention at all to attack
you so I hope you and your friends are not taking offense. Which will be a bit touchy of you if you were I must add. I have no problems with you. More often than not, I bite my tongue. But I have to keep the records straight here. If you want to quote me all over facebook thats your call, whatthefuckever makes you sleep at night.
/end
Whoops so much for my attempt at being classy. Excuse my french. In my mind I still want to believe that people dont stalk here and make a big deal out of nothing.
And, Im not going around deleting past entries either, jeebus, I have better things to do.
Breaking even
Monday, June 8, 2009
9:19 PM
I am as at this moment typing this entry on my new PC! :D
Lol, pardon my palpable excitement. Its just that, this was my
first evah big spend. Ok, so I didnt buy the whole thing by myself, dad bought the CPU and I only chipped in for the monitor. But still(!), I walked out of the store today with a teensy bit of guilt but a hella big smile on my face. Im 23, and never bought anything worth $500 using my own money before in my life. I didnt know how exhilarating and reformed it would make me feel. Now, I feel a bit responsible and matured haha.
So mature in fact, that when I discovered today that certain people had been talking about me, I no longer feel inferior to them. Its hard to explain without being catty or obvious, I never was that kind of person. Even on my own blog I try to be cautious not to step on toes. Its not a matter of holding back feelings, or not being honest. Because when I choose to be and the moment warrants it, I can be downright mean *grins*. Its the matter of being
above the petty things and the childishness. And I just came to the realization that, I am.
I dunno, perhaps this new found maturity has nothing at all to do with my self-purchased
PC monitor, which I now dub: Eterna (name subject to changes, Im open to suggestions). But somehow, I just feel......better (read that in every context you can). :)
The things I don't say
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
7:41 AM
To the girl who wears too much eyeliner:He is good, really sweet with words. He knows just the right things to say and like a fool I fell for every line. You may feel you're special, and wont go through what I went through because you're the one he wants now. That may be the case, but just be careful with your heart, as charming as he is with his demeanor, he is not as cautious with hearts. Trust me, Ive been there, heard all that, done that, tapped that. In the end I can honestly say, he is nothing to be proud of.
To the girl whose bed is across the room from mine:Words cant say enough how I treasure you in my life. Not just because youre always there to rub my back as I choked between sobs, or giving me comfort every.single.effing.time I needed assurances and then
re-assurances, but also for lending an ear when I was chatty and happy and eager to share too, all of which I can only imagine must be annoying as heck. But you put up with me nevertheless, through pms and mood changes, through mindless stuff and angry rants, through elation and heartbreaks. You knew what I was going to say just by the tone of my voice, you made a night just for me and you stayed up while I played the drum off beat. I know that I dont have to say all these because I know you understand how I feel, but I dont even want to think about what I'll do without you. :)
To girlfriends, old and new:Thank you for letting me be myself around you. Whether you're miles or a couple rooms away, I really appreciate your friendship. Even a line of comfort, the laughter you share, keeping me company and mind off things, taking me in flawed and all, it meant a whole lot to me.
To the girl who wears too much eyeliner:What is UP with that eyeliner? The Olsen twins called they want their look back.
(what, i had to sneak in some bitchiness somehow. heh.)
Dear Santa's cousin who grant birthday wishes
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
8:18 PM
For my birthday, can I please have one/few/all of the followings:
1. A full body massage
2. Couple of fishies, and maybe a turtle
3. Someone kind who appreciates me
4. A cake made of quadruple layers of chocolate
5. Mere 10 minutes with David Archuleta (because he warms my heart so)
6. A new
life personality, just to see what its like
7. A guitar
8. Guitar lessons
9. A punching bag, literal or otherwise
10. William's seafood platter
11. Someone to hold onto
12.
Someone Prince Eric
Sincerely.
