Yesterday my boyfriend said to me, "Guess what?" After a few random guesses like, "you're a frog" etc. He finally said it was our 10 months. I fully forgot.

Though I think celebrating these monthly things are very boring and pretty lame. I must admit, it was nice that he remembered.

I told him, "Thanks for putting up with my tantrums."

And he replied, "All part of dating a princess."

At this point I would normally protest that I am NOT a princess. BUT... I let this one slide.

All part of dating a turtle yanno.

It is a rare day when I go to work and nothing goes wrong. Nothing really happened today at work. I had an awesome happy fun cheerful day! :)

Oh besides the stalkerish man who followed me around taking photos, you know, he just waits outside my store. With a dslr and a flash. Nothing suss.

I fucking hate retail.

xoxo gossip girl

i can't make up my mind whether i'm a venter or do i keep things to myself. on one hand, when random, stupid and fustrating things happen i'm the first to announce it over twitter/facebook. everybody probably believes they pretty much know what my life is like.

but it's not like that at all, i just don't want to share those problems with the world.

and it annoys me. cause when people don't know what you're going through, they won't give you consider your circumstance and just back off.

no, i'm not ignoring you. i'm just busy.
with what? my life.
and it's none of your business.

Remember me? I used to be your favourite hello, your hardest goodbye, I used to be the person you wanted to talk most and will miss if you didn’t get to talk to me. I used to be someone you wanted to be with everyday and night, I used to be the first thought in your mind in the morning and the last thought before you go to sleep, I used to be the girl who you wished to see me smile when I’m down and who wish I didn’t cry, I used to be the most beautiful girl to you. Yeah, I used to be that person. Do you still remember me?



i didn't write that but whoever did must be really emo :( ! i want to give them a hug!

182 today alone

hello :)

so i think i made a mistake at work today. cause i'm a loser. so we'll see if i get a phone call tomorrow. if not, then hopefully i'm all good HAHA.

on the other hand, i've just worked the entire long weekend. pay day is gonna be so fucking goooooood! after this, i SWEAR i will save money. no more shopping. there is nothing else i want. i swearrrrrrr! well i want to save up for a new camera.. and a portabe hard drive... and omfg, shut up amanda no one wants to know your shopping list. lol.

tall people fart.. and the short people smell it.

when short people fart, the ants gotta tank it. HAHAHAHA.

it's only 12 AM :( ! i'm tired. but not sleepy... hence mega super random post :D !

i'm sick at the moment. i have the flu. i totally blame the weather.. and lynden and jess and everyone else i know that is sick. and YES, THE FLU IS CONTAGIOUS. IT CAN BE TRANSMITTED THROUGH TEXT/FB/MSN. don't lie, i'm sick and that is the only explanation.

omgsh, this is why i fucked up at work. screw you all.

i need a hair cut.

OMGSH! you know what is reaaaaaaaaally annoying? when maccas turns a beautiful plastic container of mc chicken sauce.. IN TO THESE FUCKING LITTLE SATCHELS OF "REAL MAYONAISE" ! I DO NOT WANT TO BUY YOUR LITTLE SQUEEZY BAG I WANT MY POT OF AWESOME DIPPABLE.....NESS.

my engrish is sho fail.

two customers thought i was filo today. only one thought i was jap. the rest didn't give a fuck and didn't bother to ask. loooool wtf. no one at highschool/uni everr thought i was anything but chiet (chinese/viet). now suddenly it's either filo or jap. amazing...

fuck my nose is so runny and disgusting. i'm coughing a little. i'll buy buttermenthol tomorrow. ooh yes, tomorrow. i want to go out tomorrow. but i might be working.. which i wouldn't mind since i need the money. gosh, everything is about money. i hate money.

i love jap food though. i'm craving jap food. oh that reminds me, i've decided i don't want to marry a chef anymore. i will marry a mathematician and he will add, subtract, multiply and divide everything for me and we'll live happily ever after. we could always eat out. or i could learn to cook..

ohhh, that's my goal for these holidays. learning to cook. and i don't mean cakes and stuff. cause those can come pre-mixed. i want dishes. asian shit my mum serves. then she can teach me and i'll go on master chef and epicly fail and sell my failure to whoever's willing to feed me.

by the way, from watching underbelly i have realised that it IS actually an advantage to be born beautiful. cause kim had no money/job, all she had were her looks and she became a high class hooker, dropped her shitty boyfriend like he dropped her cat and became mega kick-ass awesome. i asked myself if i would've done the same in her position..

no.

HAHA. simply cause.......... ew...

yeah i'm childish.

shut up.

go away.

kim is really cool though.

and hot.

in her position, i would've leapt off after the cat. LOL JK! but yeah, would've applied for rubi shoes and you know.. been a low class skank selling cheap shoes :) ! OH WAIT! doesn't that sound familiar.......?

back to work, like two days ago jess's friend asked me for my number. i think that was the first time someone asked.. well as long as far as i can remember. in that context.

the first thing i thought of was our store number. which i really can't remember, i'm a bad employee. second was elva, cause we have this on going argument where she thinks that asking for numbers are the way to go but i believe you should just add them on fb/msn. if you think about it, if you have them on fb you can pretty much stalk them and know what kind of person they are in 5 minutes. think of all the time you're saving! plus talking on the phone can be awkward.. those long silences where you just think, shit my credit is goingggg...

i also have this fear where i think giving out my number randomly will equal to prank calls, telemarkets and like those random messages you get sent and charged for. what a paranoid bitch. yeah, i know.





the end.

you can be my vodka and i can be your chaser.

there are multiple phases that we all go through when we like someone.

at first, it's a crush. you notice them, you're nice to them. you approach them. you test the waters. you wonder if there's more to it then just a simple crush.

then, you get to know them. you become friends. you start to like them. little things they say just make you smile and happy.

then after you've confirmed you like them... this is the part where it all gets a little crazy.

you become obsessive. infatuated. paranoid. delirious. scared. affectionate. desperate. you try to show you care. you try to play it cool. you try to make them laugh. you listen. you pretend that you're wanted. you pretend you're not interested. you smile alot. you try to please them. you try to surprise them. you offer them your shoulder. you try not to start the conversation. you pull their hair, then apologise when they cry. in a crowded room, they're all you see and all you want to see.

it's all apparently the "thrill" of the chase. a manipulative game, where your heart's on the line.

i've been there, you've been there, we all have. it's an inevitable phase.

but man, it is fucking confusing and weird when you're on the recieving end. can someone please simplify the rules to make it easier for me?

on the topic of crying

L: if i was there i would let you wet my tshirt with your tears on my shoulder LOL
A: geez how romantic. what so i could be your free washing machine?
L: omg thats just asian HAHA
A: look, i'll soak and rinse but you gotta dry it yourself.