The Late Bloomer
After claiming that I am anime fanatic, it would surprise you to hear that I am just starting to watch Bleach. Hehehe… What can I say? told you I am a late bloomer. I have seen the first episode before but I found it boring so I passed. But after reconsidering and a good storytelling of better episodes by my good friend Abyamapi, I decided to give it a go. Anyway, I still find it boring but I will give it time. I even sort of have a crush on Ichigo…..
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And speaking of crushes, my mania for Edison Chen is rapidly fading away. Besides the fact that he writes (and most probably acts and talks) like a gangster rapper whatever, I saw a video of him half naked and dry humping an anorexic chic, so yeah, a major turn off… but it’s not so bad for me because I am going gaga for Jiro Wang and Ninomiya. Hahaha… I know, I know, I am unfaithful but what can I say? This is so much better than a messy divorce, yeah?
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I really want to learn the guitar again but where to start? No idea. Oh yeah, my aunt’s wedding (where I will play a lovely Bridesmaid) is only 2 months away and I still have a fat ass… how the helluvah will I fit into that dress? Simple… I will not eat for forty days. Damn!
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As always, I am still confused of what I want to do simply because I refuse to try things out and find out what I want. I am embarrassed to say what my real passion is (don’t worry, it’s not porn or telemarketing) and I all I can say is, it involves fame, fame, fame. Woot!
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My apologies to Abbey and Ate Riza because I failed to bring back with me a Louisiana key chain and a Texas shot glass. Heh. Oh, did I mention I am back in sunny California-y after a 10 day rendezvous in the South? Oh, and did I mention that I got back yesterday after a first class plane ride from DFW to LAX? It was first time… yes, my first time… to be in a first class seat. Not to mention being able to choose between Pancakes or Omelets (I heard the Coach folks got the ‘biscuit or bagel’ option). And the leg room! I am so keeping my boarding pass as a remembrance of a specially good memory. Hahaha… But then again, what can I expect from a house inhabited by two unsupervised teenage boys? you guessed it, messy as hell. It was stuffy too. I thought I was gonna sleep the whole day and instead I found myself cleaning the house and cooking spaghetti for the two boys. My parents will be back tomorrow night from Texas so our heyday is almost over.
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Anyway, I have to sleep now. I am dead tired. I am sleeping in the living room couch tonight because my brother is already sleeping in my bed in MY room. I would normally wake him up so I can claim my soft, good smelling, and comfortable bed, but I decided not to be a bitch tonight (I have been hearing bitch a lot more often lately) and be a less bitchy sister… and I sort of pissed my bro off by calling his girlfriend masungit… (how do you even say that in English?)
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So I’m off. Till next time.
Zai jian.