Tuesday, May 29, 2007
narnia, middle earth, terabithia
greetings from New Zealand.
That's all I'm going to say.
I have a minute left of internet time and the cost (per 20 minutes) is darn expensive.
Cheers.
Twisted and Devious,
Therese
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Wednesday, May 09, 2007
stuck
OKAY. Before you read this, if ever you have plans, this is only part 1. I wrote it last night, the same day I wrote the Daredevil story, so I really didn't finish it. We're going to New Z. tomorrow to visit my lov-e-ly NOT cousin, so I'll probably post the Part 2 this weekend or next week- whenever I get the chance to write some more. Thanks for those who read the first story! Even though it's incredibly long.
I love yurrs.
P.S. - the Stuck thing, I'll probably change that. I don't think that's a very good title. Haha. I'm just in a hurry today, so this might be a temporary one. ;)
PART 1
STUCK
Great.
What a happy and joyous way to spend the day.
Trapped in this hot and humid elevator with five of the ugliest people in the world.
Well, at least, my mind tells me so.
You see, I'm blind. I'm blind and bitter and I always try to find all the negative things in the world, whatever the opposite of silver lining is, and ponder upon that. I resent everything that has happened to me, and everything that probably will happen to me. I live a life of misfortune, and I'm quite used to the normal levels of annoyance it brings me every day, but this is, by far, the most unfortunate day of my entire life.
Why, for Christ's sake, does the Almighty God allow blind people to be stuck in a f*cking elevator with 5 unpleasant people?
God, this sucks.
Well, the thing is, I never really like to go on elevators with noisy people. When an elevator door swishes open, I listen for any kind of conversation whatsoever, and if I hear any small talk, I don't get in, no matter how in a hurry I am to see someone, or whatever it is that might make me panic and therefore be in a hurry.
This time was no different. I was supposed to visit this psychiatrist my lonely sister forced me to go see, because apparently, she thinks I'm too depressed and resentful about everything and everyone. Of course, I hated her for thinking so, but I really didn't blame her. I truly am depressed and resentful about everything.
I refused, naturally. If I did agree to go, I was like admitting to her what I've known for so long- that I am a mental case. Only I had to agree because my sister was also getting to be depressed and resentful by just taking care of me. And I know myself- I'm stubborn and lousy and grouchy most of the time. So I agreed, eventually. And besides the fact that she already paid for it, I suspect that my sister and this "psychiatrist" bloke she's talking about does have a secret affair. The way she talks about how wonderful this psychiatrist is to convince me to go makes me feel that they've had more than a business encounter in the past. And when I do find out about the truth (which is why I am going), I shall beat him with my walking stick.
Serves him right.
My sister, going out with a chap who studies lonely people? Why, it's preposterous!
So anyway, this psychiatrist person's office is apparently on the top floor. And I start thinking about what kind of doctor would agree to have an office on the top floor. I mean, he's got depressed and sad patients seeking for his assistance, and being forced to embark on an awfully long journey to the top floor will just make them feel lonelier than ever. That person's just being so darn insensitive, I can't stand it. I am going to have a word with him when I 'see' him.
I meant that figuratively.
Yeah, so I waited for the elevator, the one that goes all the way to the top floor, and if you, being your insensitive self, are wondering how the hell do I know which button is for up and which one is for down, then here's your answer: There exist two buttons and my sense of touch, and I feel around to figure it out. And no, I don't need those bumpy dots to tell up and down apart, which, by the way, is called Braille, thank you very much.
I'm blind, not retarded.
So back to the story, I waited for an elevator until I hear one open and feel the air brush my face. It was warm air, and I wasn't pleased. I waited for about 5 seconds, until I was sure that there was nobody, or at least no noisy people, around, and entered the elevator slowly with my walking stick in front of me. I felt around the side of the elevator till I found the elevator buttons and started reading the familiar raised dots to find the right floor to the doctor's office. It was on the 46th.
God, what kind of psychiatrist chooses to have an office inside a 46 floored building? It might even be a terrorist target of some sort or whatever. Like the World Trade Center or the Pentagon or the Pearl Harbor. It might be. Well I hope it is, and I hope it blows up when I'm not inside it.
From the ground floor, I grit my teeth and tried to feel around for a "No stopping" button in the elevator. You know, the one that you can press so you could go through all the floors without stopping until you reach your own floor? I searched for that but there was none. I clucked my tongue in annoyance. I mean, 46 floors? There's bound to be someone this elevator would pick up at some random floor number. Probably someone annoying who would ask me about my life story and how I got all blind and stuff and feel sorry for me and my sad predicament and tell me how much he understands and stuff. But the problem with those people who tell me they understand is that they're lying. They can never understand. But I can make them, if they want to. I'd just poke their eyes with my walking stick, THEN they'd understand. And we could cry about all the sad things that blind people have to deal with, but of course, we won't. Because I don't cry.
Anyway, I apologize for my constant digressing. I'm just overcome with all the emotional drama that fills my life which I feel that I have to describe to you. So back to the story-again- I was right. The elevator did stop- 5 times, on the 6th floor, the 17th, the 21st, 36th and the 42nd. And if your insensitivity urges you to ask how I knew the floor numbers, then here's what I can tell you: I f*cking counted. The last time I checked, blind people CAN count.
Yes, so when the first person from the 6th floor entered the elevator, I was ecstatic, and elated, and I felt like jumping for joy!
Of course I wasn't.
In fact, I've planned on moving a bit closer to the man (I could tell because of the scent he gave off. Musky and vomit-inducing) so I can strangle him with my bare hand when he asks me anything about my unfortunate situation. So I kept quiet, waiting for him to speak up and do something before I actually get to kill the man or whatever. There was silence for about 20 seconds, but I knew one couldn't resist the opportunity to make fun of a blind man in an elevator, so I expected him to talk anytime soon. I tried to distract myself and kept on counting the floors by the beeping sound from the elevator as we ascended.
"Hello, gentleman." he began, so sure of his statement, it seemed like he had practiced saying this for quite a long time now. I was right, wasn't I? He did speak up.
"How are you today?"
I can't believe he asked me that. Seriously, I can't. What does he expect me to say, "Fine"? I'm blind for Christ's sake!
I was actually thinking about strangling him right away or letting him have his fun first, before I strangle him. But the image of my sister possibly canoodling with the psychiatrist was bothering me. I knew I had to get up there without killing someone. So I stayed put and answered the question with the least annoyed voice I can muster.
"I'm quite well.", I replied.
God, I wanted to kick myself for coming up with that. What was I thinking? "I'm quite well" is almost the same as "fine". Worse even! At least Fine can be said passively or something. But I had to say "I'm quite well." And we all now what phrase should follow "I'm quite well".
"How about you?", I asked.
Well, I might as well get on with it. After all, I was the one who seemed like I wanted to get the conversation going by saying "I'm quite well".
I really am incredibly stupid sometimes.
"Oh I'm at my best today. Never been better." he replied cheerily.
You can tell by the tone of his voice that he wanted to say more, just to annoy me, so I rode with it.
"And may I ask why?", I blurted out through my gritted teeth. The question came out like I didn't want him to be happy, nor anybody else for that matter.
"Why I am feeling brilliant today, you mean?"
No, that's not what I meant really, you got me all wrong- OF COURSE IT'S WHAT I MEANT!
God.
I clenched my fists out of annoyance.
"Well,", he began. He didn't even wait for my answer. He seems like a guy who doesn't give a damn about what anybody else thinks, as long as he's happy and telling you about all the million reasons why he is. Happy, I mean.
"To start it off, the new Robo Dog GT500 my company just released is an instant hit! Kids all over the world are lining up outside toy stores just to get their filthy hands on the magnificent little thing. I suppose you're pretty familiar with it, too, are you?"
So he was responsible for those damned things. The Robo Dogs that's been excessively advertised in every channel I choose to watch.
Well, technically not watch, but kind of just hear the things going on and try to imagine the people saying the pathetic lines and comebacks.
The Robo Dog is precisely the little devil that wakes me up from my sleep every night- the one owned by our ugly kid neighbor who kept on yelling 'Robo Dog, Robo Dog!' nonstop for ten minutes when he got it for Christmas last year, which is why I know of the Robo Dog. Apparently, my sister narrates, the Robo Dog barks when he wants something- whether it's food, attention, or a wretched hug.
I would like to throw that Robo Dog out in the streets to be run down by a truck when I get ahold of it. And now they're getting it updated! One old Robo Dog is bad enough.
I hated him more simply because of his being the man behind the Robo Dog, which he thinks is just darling.
"Yes, I am quite familiar.", I said sort or sourly, but of course, he was too worked up to tell me more to notice the tone of my voice.
"Brilliant!" he exclaimed. I can feel his eyes sparkling as he said that word. God, I hated him.
"Also, I just learned that my wife is 3 months pregnant! Isn't that just brilliant?"
He waited for me to answer. Of course, I took my time. I was silent for 30 seconds, then I decided to stop the torture and answered him with "Yeah, just brilliant, sprinkled with a tone of sarcasm, which I knew he wouldn't detect anyway.
He was instantly brought back to life, I could feel it, and he clapped his hands and said "I think it's brilliant too!".
Well, wow. Biggest surprise of the century.
Anyway, after that, we've been quiet for a few minutes, thank God, and I took the time to imagine what sort of fellow did he look like.
I bet he's a bit obese with a square mustache that itched and irritated him occasionally. Also I can tell he sweats excessively, as I hear a rustling cloth, like he was getting a handkerchief out of his coat pocket, every now and then. I imagined him as a person who wore a suit all the time, and felt like if he was wearing a darn suit, then he should deserve something like respect or whatever. Yeah, he gets respected all right, I can tell. At least, he thinks he is. I bet you, the moment he turns his back away, his lowly employees would whisper bad things about him and call him names associated to his weight and sweating problems. Yes, well that certainly did seem probable.
Then I heard a disastrous 'ping' when we were on the 17th floor. It was the sound of the elevator ready to take in a new passenger. As I felt the door slide open, I prayed to God it would be better than Mr. Sweaty.
Apparently not.
TO BE CONTINUED someday.
Cheers.
Devious and Twisted,
Therese
Note: The tone might be similar to the previous daredevil character. So, I know I've got to improve on that part- distinguishing a character from another by the tone and stuff. Yea, but bear with it for the moment. And I haven't reread it yet so forgive me for any grammatical or spelling errors.
I'm kind of enjoying the story making thing. Haha. sobrang haba na nitong Part 1, hindi pa tapos yung story. Gawd.
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Tuesday, May 08, 2007
the daredevil's plight to impress miss smartypants
Here's a story I wrote a while ago. If you absolutely hate it, just DON'T talk. I have no time for negativity.
The Daredevil's Plight To Impress Miss Smartypants
I couldn't see what was wrong with me.
I was popular, quite good-looking, if I do say so myself, and skilled at almost everything- football, basketball, bowling, surfing- even chess, I admit I'm good at, but no one really knows about it, except my family perhaps. You see, I'm thought of as cool in school- always slacking off and failing on all of my subjects, and I just can't go around and suddenly claim to be the biggest chess master in our school, you know what I mean? But the truth is, I'm really not THAT stupid, I mean, I'm not failing anything.I'm really smart, to tell you the truth. I'm actually quite good at studying and all that crap- I just don't show that I am. And I guess, in a way, the teachers understand, and don't say anything about the double life I tend to live. As long as I'm not failing their subject, they keep their mouths zipped.
Anyway, back to describing my almost godlike self.
Well, I really am sort of popular. And it's not just something I claim for self-empowerment and stuff like that- it's not like I need it or anything. It's just really a known fact that I am popular and can't help it.
All the boys in my grade follow me around wherever I went- pulling out chairs for me at lunch like I was some f*cking lady with posh nails on a date, carrying my books around (not that I bring much), keeping my locker neat and tidy, away from unwanted creatures or pests, and serving me lunch. I don't know how they do it, but they always know what to give me for lunch. They never fail me, those lowly people of mine.
Hah.
Of course I was kidding.
About the lowly people, I mean.
Actually, with all the attention I'm getting from the boys, at some point I kind of suspected if they were, you know, gay or something. I mean, one can't really help getting attracted to me, you know? Practically all the girls swoon over me when I pass by. It's like, they sort of fall silent as I walk through the hallway, and as soon as I make a turn, you can hear them coming together, all of them, buzzing and sighing and wishing they were my girlfriend. And I guess I'm quite flattered by all this attention they're paying me and stuff, you know what I mean? Because really, what kind of knuckle head wouldn't be glad to have all the girls at school- without even trying?
Well, I guess I am- the sort of knuckle head I was telling you about, I mean.
You know, I've got almost all the girls at the palm of my hand, all impressed about everything that I do or say and who'd practically kill someone just to get a lock of my hair to use for some African voodoo to make me fall in love with them or something.
Almost all the girls.
Almost.
I guess this goes to show how true the saying "You can't have it all" is, as hard as it may sound.
The only girl that I ever truly liked in school is the one who couldn't care less about me. I mean it, she really doesn't. I actually think she's disgusted with me or with all the girls who're in love with me or something, I don't really know. The girl wouldn't even look at me and give me the time of day!
Well,I don't know if she's just playing hard to get or whatever you call those girly strategies to win a guy over and stuff, but whatever it is, it is definitely working.
And yet, she completely ignores my greatness.
And don't even think for a second about trying to forget her and all by focusing on all those girls who want me. I tried, I really did.
I even tried dating this girl who's really pretty and has a great figure, above all, but all she ever talks about is how great I am and all that crap. I mean, seriously. You think a girl like her would talk about nothing but herself all day, but really, she drove me crazy just talking about all the things she liked about me and stuff. And by the end of the day, I almost felt disgusted about myself- but that was an almost. It really didn't happen, of course.
And when I tried to get her talking about herself for a change, all she does is tell me about her jobless father and her socialite mother, which doesn't really make any sense to me, then she goes right back to talking about me. Again.
That girl, she was just so damn clueless, and if you just let her do the talking for a minute, you'd realize it soon enough.
And maybe that was a wee bit tolerable for a few minutes, talking about nothing but me, but when I started to ask her about her favorite book, hoping to God that I'd get a smart conversation out of her, she stops talking and looks at me like I was the dumbest person alive and says: "Do I look like I read godforsaken books?".
Well I think she got really insulted by that, but what do I care? I started to walk away by then.
If there's one thing I can't stand, it's an unintelligent b*tch with a great figure.
Gets me every time.
Now that girl I was telling you about, the one that I liked, she's a real smart-ass it almost annoys me. Only because she just might possibly be better than me at studying. But nonetheless, I really like her. I like smart girls. Smart girls are always sensible to talk to. They always have something interesting to say when you're in a conversation, and when you ask a smart girl about a favorite book, I bet you they could go on forever.
So I like smart girls, but smart girls like her don't like me.
They see through me, you know? They think I'm some kind of phony, pretending to be a stupid arse when all I get are 'A's in class. But really, it's not my fault if those sick followers of mine are too stupid to realize that I'm really smart and all. They're too busy not paying attention in class to notice.
So anyway, that girl I liked, I vowed to make her like me back before the school year ends. Or at least, get her to look at me for more than, like, 5 seconds, which is the maximum amount of time she could bear look at me before she looks away (and which, by the way, I don't really get. I mean, I know I'm not THAT hideous, that's for sure).
I don't know. Girls like her kind of challenge me a bit. I'm so used to getting all the girls at school by just passing by, and I can't even get the girl I like to look at me decently. It depressed the hell out of me, really.
And believe me, for the past few weeks, I've tried almost everything- from trying to beat her at answering any question imposed by any teacher (whenever I do- get to answer a question first, I mean- she just rolls her eyes. She just rolls it and doesn't even look at me!), to- which is kind of disgusting but I had to try it- drinking milk and letting it come out of my nose (in which, upon seeing me in the act, she just raised an eyebrow at and quickly walked away). But the gang loved it. And the girls weren't even turned off by such a revolting act, they didn't. I bet they got more attracted to me, if anything. I bet they all think of me as the brave boy who tried to squirt milk from his nose and all.
I kind of hoped that, after the milk-from-the-nose business, that the girls would lay off me for a bit, if not for forever, since I'm telling you, no decent girl should be able to stand such a shameful deed such as what I did.
But of course, I just got more charming to them.
I guess love really is blind. Or something.
So anyway, trying to get this girl to notice me is turning me into the biggest idiot of the century, to tell you the truth. I used to promise myself before back when I was younger that I'll never, ever let myself be a fool for a girl that I liked. Any girl, for that matter. But I guess, we all have our dumb moments.
And this was definitely my dumbest so far.
I've turned into a complete circus act for the longest time now, and she STILL doesn't notice me. She still doesn't look at me for more than 5 seconds. Every one loves me even more now. They think I'm this god of bizarre acts or a daredevil or something. The girls prettify themselves more, and the guys- I've never seen so much eager beavers to serve me in my life. They pampered me so much that I almost felt like a girl in need of a spa treatment or something.
That was an almost.
Of course, It didn't really happen.
The guys loved me, the girls loved me, heck, even the lunch ladies loved me. They said no one had ever brought so much racket in the lunch room the way I did. They said I keep them entertained and all- which kind of freaked me out a little bit, I mean, I was quite aware about the pedophilia popularity and all that. And while everyone thinks I created the sun and the moon and was the greatest thing ever to have walked the school halls, she still doesn't care. God, it really was starting to break my heart. I've tried, and tried, and even when I think that there's nothing more to get me trying, I find something and try once again.
She never.
Until one glorious afternoon, during lunch period, this one guy who always alphabetized the books in my locker, came up to me and started this little game of dares. No truths, all dares. And since I was, according to them, the king of dares (I think I've proven myself to them enough, after all I've been through to impress the stubborn girl, who should've just paid attention to me for a few minutes to make it easier for all of us), then I should be able to do whatever dare it is that anyone else couldn't do, with my consent of course. And sure enough, it sounded like the perfect opportunity- the last straw to try to get this girl to be dazzled by my greatness, so I said yes. After all, it would've bruised my ego if I didn't.
So the game was starting to get a bit boring after awhile. The boys couldn't think up of real dares to save their own lives, so naturally, the "dared" ones accomplished the challenges with much ease, which meant no dares for me yet, and which also meant 'no moment to impress the girl'-yet.
But then, this darn clueless girl I told you about earlier, the one who doesn't read 'godforsaken books', began to speak up. And she began to dare this nerd-o-rama, who has been a quiet spectator since the game started, to put his damned foot in his mouth- with the shoe on. For 5 minutes.
God, that girl really knows how to surprise you sometimes.
So anyway, everyone got all worked up by this dare, and most of the boys started betting if the nerd would cry out of the pressure and leave his unfinished mac & cheese on his lunch table, or if he would just go through the dare and do it, his drool dripping down his polished leather shoes with gum stuck on its sole. Of course, this was really unlikely, for him to go through the dare I mean, so almost everyone betted against him. I actually kind of thought that he really would at least try to do the dare, I mean, we were kids. things as silly as this dare wouldn't stop us from proving ourselves worthy or whatever.
And, as expected, nobody was trying to make an effort to be encouraging, but boy, did it challenge the heck out of the nerd, and with one heavy sigh, he grabbed his right foot and started to put it near his mouth.
Everyone gasped, and no one could even muster to say "Pay up!" to those who decided to root for him, just for the heck of it. They were all staring at this incredibly disgusting feat he was in the process of doing. Even the girl I like was staring at him intently, and of course I was furious. I mean, how could a nerd like him get her attention like that? I mean, what was wrong with the world anyway?
Yes, so back to the story. The nerd lowered his mouth, opened wide, to welcome his shiny, black shoe. God, this was pathetic. I can't believe he's actually going to-
But alas, he couldn't reach his foot.
What a charming ending to this tale, if this was to be the ending. But it isn't.
I should have known that he wasn't flexible enough to let his foot reach his mouth. Well, all he ever does is study. How could one develop flexibility by doing just that?
But all my other thoughts were interrupted when I hear my name- being cheered out loud by all the others in the lunch room. Oh God, how can I forget? I was supposed to do the dare because the f*cking nerd wasn't f*cking flexible enough.
But of course, I said yes.
And this just might be the perfect opportunity to win the girl! Well, technically not win her but get me to look at her. So even if I have to do this and might end up at the hospital after for sucking out a terribly bacteria-infested shoe sole, it might actually be worth it.
So I braced myself for the event. I was damn sure I was flexible enough for this- after all, a sports chap is what I am. There's no way I won't be able to do this dare. there is just no way.
I quickly checked my right shoe if I stepped on any dung or anything equally disgusting this morning. My shoe seemed safe enough for sucking.
So everyone was cheering on me, and I can swear that no one even dared to bet against me. I rolled up my sleeves slowly for effect- you know, just to intensify the already intense moment, and began to rubbed my hands together while searching for the girl I couldn't impress, it almost killed me.
She was looking at me, alright. Though I can't really say it was a positive, encouraging look. It was more like a 'you're-going-to-do-that?' look, but to hell with it. It was STILL a look. And that was all it took to make me do it for sure.
I shook my head and bent down a bit to be able to reach my foot easier. I began to raise my foot wearing my handsome suede shoes, lowered my mouth, and went through it.
God, I can't believe went through it.
My shoe tastes awfully bitter. And salty at the same time.
And I'm ruining it with my drool, my handsome suede shoes.
This is definitely not my best plan ever.
And I thought they would all gasp in surprise as they did when the nerd 'attempted' to put his foot in his mouth.
But everyone was just surprised that my mouth was big enough to house the entire front of my shoe, more than they were surprised that I actually did it.
I was disappointed, yes, but not as disappointed as I am when I think about my favorite shoes being chucked out of the house. How could I possibly use it with drool all over it anyway?
All was silent for five long minutes. The suede material sort of absorbed the drool that should be spilling on the floor right now, and I was quite thankful for it saved me a little embarrassment, but I didn't really care all that much. All I wanted to know is if the smart girl who has made me into a momentary fool didn't walk out it horror or distaste. After all, I was doing this for her.
I searched for her face for a while until I saw her, now near me, with eyebrows raised and mouth curled into an open smile. She was looking at me. She was looking straight into my eyes, and I wanted to laugh and cry and scream and jump for joy, except that I was supposed to be devouring this handsome shoe for quite a while.
I got all tingly and jittery inside. I felt a sense of accomplishment- something I have never felt even after those feats I have done before.
Finally, I did it!
After all the other things that I've tried that embarrassed the hell out of me, I did it!
Well, maybe she doesn't really like me at this point yet, but I will make her. Soon enough, I will.
However, all my random musings about the girl that I liked was suddenly wiped out when the crowd countdown reached 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... 0!
It finally ended.
Everyone screamed and cheered like a madman as I dropped my leg and massaged my aching jaw. Five long minutes and my whole mouth tasted like our shoe cabinet at home. But really I didn't care. I got the girl!
Well, technically, I didn't, but at least it's one step forward!
Suddenly, all the silliness of the dare, you know, putting your foot in your mouth for five minutes, seemed to wear off. I found out that it was, indeed all worth it. I got so many things from that day- victory, respect, dignity, regard, and the girl. Not to mention bacterial infection, but it's no serious matter.
I know I'm up for the next challenge- getting the girl to like me, once and for all. We've got so many things to talk about, from books to annoying reality TV shows, to this day. We'll look back on this day and laugh about the silly measures I have gone to make her finally realize my inborn greatness. We'll play football and basketball and chess, and I'll defeat her at every single game, maybe with the exception of chess, because smart girls are smart chess players. I know that I'll get to do these things with her someday, and I never regretted that moment when I put my foot into my large, infected mouth.
But God knows how many tubes of toothpaste I consumed just to wash the suede taste out after that.
Still, my saliva just never tasted the same way again.
The End.
Cheers.
Devious and Twisted,
Therese
P.S.- I repeat, please don't tell me what a terrible story this is, or that I don't have a plot, or whatever. I have no time for negativity. Thank you.
killed a random reader @ 7:09 PM
Monday, May 07, 2007
what are the odds?
Level 1
( ) smoked a cigarette
( ) smoked a cigar
( ) done weed
( ) drank alcohol
SO FAR: 0
Level 2
( ) been in love
( ) been dumped
( ) shoplifted
( ) been fired
( ) been in a fist fight
SO FAR: 0
Level 3
( ) snuck out of the house
(x) had feelings for someone who didn't have them back (sure)
( ) been arrested
( ) made out with a stranger
( ) gone out on a blind date
SO FAR: 1
Level 4
(x) had a crush on an older person (and younger! HAHAHA. celebrity crushes though)
( ) skipped school
( ) slept (not sex) with a co-worker
(x) seen someone/something die
SO FAR: 3
Level 5
(x) had/have a crush or liked on one of your friends.
(x) been to Paris
(x) been to Spain
(x) been on a plane
( ) thrown up from drinking
SO FAR: 7
Level 6
( ) eaten Sushi
( ) been snowboarding
( ) met someone BECAUSE of myspace
( ) been mosh pitting
SO FAR: 7
Level 7
( ) been in an abusive relationship
(x) taken pain killers
(-) love/loved someone who you can't have (does a something count?)
(x) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by
(x) made a snow angel
SO FAR: 10
Level 8
(x) had a tea party
(x) flown a kite
(x) built a sand castle
(x) gone puddle jumping
(x) played dress ups
SO FAR: 15
Level 9
(x) jumped into a pile of leaves
( ) gone sledging
(x) cheated while playing a game
(x) been lonely
(x) fallen asleep at work/school
SO FAR: 19
Level 10
(x) used a fake/someone else's ID
(x) watched the sun set
(x) felt an earthquake
( ) killed a snake (gross.)
SO FAR: 22
Level 11
(x) been tickled
( ) been robbed/vandalized
(x) robbed someone
(x) been misunderstood
( ) pet a deer
SO FAR: 25
Level 12
(x) won a contest
( ) been suspended from school
( ) had detention
(x) been in a car/motorcycle/4-wheeler accident (hello. car crash. had operation. dad died. end of story.)
SO FAR: 27
Level 13
(x) had/have braces
(x) eaten a whole tub of ice cream in one night
(x) had deja vu
( ) danced in the moonlight
SO FAR: 30
Level 14
(x) hated the way you look
(x) witnessed a crime
( ) pole danced
(x) questioned your heart
(x) been obsessed with post-it notes
SO FAR: 34
Level 15
(x) squished barefoot through the mud
(x) been lost
(x) been to the opposite side of the world
(x)swam in the ocean
(x) felt like you were dying
SO FAR: 39
Level 16
(x) cried yourself to sleep
(x) played cops and robbers
(x)recently colored w/crayons/colored pencils/markers
(x) sang karaoke
(x) paid for a meal with only coins
SO FAR: 44
Level 17
(x) done something you told yourself you wouldn't
(x) made prank phone calls
(x) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose
( ) kissed in the rain
SO FAR: 47
Level 18
(x) written a letter to Santa Claus
( ) been kissed under a mistletoe
(x) watched the sun set with someone you care/cared about
(x) blown bubbles
(x) made a bonfire on the beach
SO FAR: 51
Level 19
( ) crashed a party
( ) have traveled more than 5 days with a car full of people
(x) gone rollerskating/blading
(x) had a wish come true
SO FAR: 53
Level 20
(x) worn pearls
( ) jumped off a bridge
(x) screamed "you suck" in class
(-) swam with dolphins (well, i petted them)
SO FAR: 56
Level 22
(x) got your tongue stuck to a freezer/ice cube (a NIGHTMARE. it killed me)
( ) kissed a fish
(x) worn the opposite sex's clothes
(x) sat on a roof top
SO FAR: 59
Level 23
(x) screamed at the top of your lungs
( ) done/attempted a one-handed cartwheel
(x) talked on the phone for more than 5 hours
(x) stayed up all night
SO FAR: 62
Level 24
(-) picked and ate an apple right off the tree (an orange, actually)
(x) climbed a tree
(x) had/been in a tree house
(x) are scared to watch scary movies alone
SO FAR: 66
Level 25
(x) believe in ghosts (i see them! HAH)
(x) have/had more than 30 pairs of shoes throughout your life
( ) gone streaking
( ) gone to jail
SO FAR: 68
Level 26
( ) played chicken
(x) been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on (in GALA uniform, dude)
(-) been told you're hot by a complete stranger (chika babes by some pulubi person when i was in gr. 3. i cried)
(x) been easily amused
SO FAR: 71
Level 27
( ) caught a fish then ate it
(x) almost drowned in a pool
(x) caught a butterfly
(x) laughed so hard you cried
(x) cried so hard you laughed
SO FAR: 75
Level 28
( ) mooned/flashed someone
(x) had someone moon/flash you (my effing KID neighbor! HAHAHA)
(x) cheated on a test
(x) forgotten someone's name
( ) slept naked
(x) French braided someone's hair
( ) gone skinny dipping in a pool
( ) been kicked out of your house
SO FAR: 79
Level 30
(x) rode on a roller coaster
(x) went scuba-diving/snorkeling
(x) had a cavity
(x) Black-mailed someone
(x) been black mailed
SO FAR: 84
Level 31
(x) been used
(x) fell going up the stairs
( ) licked a cat
(x) bitten someone
(x) licked someone
TOTAL: 89
Repost this with:
''I've done ______ out of 144 stupid things"
killed a random reader @ 1:18 PM
Friday, May 04, 2007
windows of soul
Everybody's doing it.
From Kar slash Joan.
killed a random reader @ 7:54 PM
the black list
THE BLACK LIST:
Names I love to hate and hate to love.
Joan Cusack
Seriously, have you seen the woman? Could a woman possibly be more annoying than Joan Cusack? She has this annoying lisp that makes her look pathetic, and when she acts like she's angry, I can't even take her seriously! It's like watching Peter Pettigrew get sympathy- annoying and unconvincing. And every time she does that (act mad and stuff), I always have to laugh at her. Her head bobs and wobbles ever so slightly, her eyes narrow, she points with a finger, her tongue can't even get the letter S right. Seriously, sometimes a person just tries too hard.
Rupert Grint
Can't seem to get over the "since-first-Harry-Potter-movie" attraction for Rupert Grint. I can't, I just can't! It's just been recently rediscovered when I found a Rupert Grint article in our lunch table. I fell in love all over again, brushing Liam Aiken aside for a while. The sad thing is, I didn't even get to see him in London or whatever! I didn't! I mean, who cares about Daniel Radcliffe, really?
Liam Aiken
The recently forgotten, but somehow still there Liam Aiken. These celebrity boy fantasies seriously must stop. It is not healthy! Not. Healthy. I feel like a bad bad stalker. And, the bad thing about being in like with a celebrity is that you share the same feelings with millions of other girls all over the world. And it sucks because you can't even get them to read your fan mail or something, unless you mailed them a pet monkey or whatever. Maybe that's what I'll just do!
Andrew Simpson
Irish people really gets me. I love them. I love the fact that I can't understand a single word they're saying when they talk. I love this guy, along with Billy Elliot- whoever played him in the movie, and Keith Jack. I just love their bloody accents. *sighs here and there*
'Wee'.
*swoon*
Jason Dolley
Just recently saw him AGAIN in a Disney commercial of Cory In The House. He plays this rocker character, I assume, because of the guitar always at hand. Gawd, I loved this kid in Complete Savages. But, he's too young. Like, a year younger. Haha. But God, he's so effing sensitive. And God knows how I like sensitivity. Aside form keeping a 4.0 average (smart kid! oh how lovely.), he's very close to his family and enjoys camping trips and visits to Disneyland!!! (AAAW). Plus, he likes mastering yo-yo tricks. Another AAW. How cute. But alas, he is younger. How unfortunate this misfortune has become. HAH.
Evan Ellingson
The past love of my life, also known as the whacked out Kyle Savage. *sigh* I always fall for the fictional characters/celebrities. It's a sad fact of my life.
She
I still hate her. I guess I forever will.
He
I still sort of like him. But it won't be forever.
Lindsay Lohan
Ah, this ms. goody two shoes turned party girl who flirted with my Chris Richardson at some club deserves to be put in the hate list. I mean, I used to adore her during the Parent Trap and Life Size days. Then she did Freaky Friday, and got rich. What the hell happened?
Chris Richardson
The American Idol cast-off. OHMYGOD WHAT HAPPENED TO THE WORLD?
Why did you not vote for him enough? WHY?
Well, at least my Taylor Hicks fandom went okay since he won.
And at least, Blake is still there.
Why didn't they just kick out that big Lakisha-who-kissed-Simon-Cowell-on-the-lips-oh-how-disgusting girl and let Richardson stay for the final 2? With Blake? That would've been so so lovely.
Johnny Depp and Jude Law
Heck, am I the only one who is not in love with these guys? Everyone seems to have a pocket sized pic of them in their wallets. And, even if Jude Law played Snicket's role (my personal hero), he still doesn't get my vote.
God knows how much I hate square-jawed guys.
(With the exception of James Lafferty)
Betty La Fea
Why? I couldn't even stand looking at Ms. Betty La Fea. Partly because I know she doesn't really look like that. Why do people spend their time making a person ugly? And why does Ms. Betty have to agree to that? That is just silly. I assume there's a higher pay? Otherwise, there really is no other reasonable reason.
And all the other ugly people...
How do they choose the right person for an 'ugly' role? Does one audition for an 'ugly' role? If someone is supposed to play an ugly person for a movie or show, isn't that actor/actress offended? They got chosen because, apparently, they look "ugly" enough for the role they will play? Do I make sense?
and finally...
Rene boy
Now there's a name I hate! You've probably heard it, or you haven't. Either of the two. If you're the cool girl who watches it, or just the one who have ABS-CBN watching helpers, then you probably have heard of this 'Rene Boy', and if you haven't, it's high time you did. Hear of it, I mean.
From this Maria Flordeluna crap, which I reckon is about this kid who's incredibly saintly to everyone, does the name Rene Boy hail. Rene. Boy. Rene Boy. Say it 2 times. Say it five times. Say it ten.
Annoying, isn't it? And incredibly stupid. Rene Boy. Rene Boy Rene Boy. The name is now stuck in your head like a bad case of LSS. Except, it's not a song. It's an annoying name.
Rene Boy.
I mean, WHY?
Why put a 'Boy' after a name? Isn't a face enough to be recognized as a boy?
Why call a person 'Rene Boy'?
Therese Girl.
Oh the shame!
Cheers.
Devious and Twisted,
Therese
P.S. Hay nako. There's this one GIRL I used to hate and now I hate even more because she *** ** **** ***** which she doesn't deserve. AND she starts blabbing about this guy who ** ******* *** and all that crap. Whatever. Maybe you'll get pregnant or something. I don't know. Maybe. AND she has the nerve to ****** ******* **** my friend *******. She even has the bogger nerve to specify which kind of ******* *** ***** to impress. GOD, help her. She seriously has some issues.
killed a random reader @ 1:26 PM
