Saturday, January 31, 2009

Lucky Five.

I seriously wish I could win the lottery. Do you know what I could buy with that kind of money?!

Um, like everything.

Like a pink Macbook, for instance. It's so pretty and shiny.

Also, pretty dolls. I could get one for every day of the week. My parents would go insane.

The molds I want:
- Crobidoll Yeon-Ho.
- Crobidoll Lance.
- Luts Delf Miyu.
- Dream of Doll Teenager Sha.
- B&G Doll Sky.
- Migidoll Miho.
- Musedoll Re-che.

Heh.

I could also buy Adobe Premiere and Sound Forge. Oh my jeebus. Premiere is so amazing. My uncle has it on his computer and I was tinkering with it at his house. The compositing effects! Frame-by-frame timeline! It's too good to be true. If I had Premiere I might have more motivation to finish all my AMVs. And Sound Forge is really cool. I really want to learn how to mix music. Too bad it's only for Windows, though. Get with the program, Sony. Mac is the future!

This post simultaneously made me excited and depressed.

Whatever.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Camera phones.

Today I almost got a picture of Justin wearing my Marc Jacobs sunglasses. He was doing this fabulous little pose with his hands on his waist, but he moved at the last second and the picture was blurry. You can't even tell it's him. Just a dark blob.

Bah.

Friday, January 23, 2009

And anyone looks like everyone.

Looks like me, looks like you.

I see your actions in everything that I do.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Ahem.

So, today I went to visit my friend Jessica Kim.

And holy jeebus. Her little brother is so adorable. He's nine years old, half Koren, half Vietnamese. And you know what?

His name is Tristen.

...

Fate is wonderful.

And because I'm feeling generous, I'll let you guys have a look.

He is so adorable. He let me hug him and he asked me cute nine year old questions and wanted me to tie his shoes. Yee.

Elementary school students? Yeah. That's my thing.

Speaking of Tristen, Justin managed to remember that my phone's name is Tristen after I told him only once. I am so proud of him.

Shut up. I can feel you judging me.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Strange friends, indeed.

So yesterday, I had a few interesting encounters that concerned my guy friends. Or rather, I became concerned about them. Extremely concerned for their sanity.

I think it all started after school, when my friends Heasu, Lan, and I were walking along the Grindlay side of school, and all of a sudden I see two figures standing at the corner.

So I say something along the lines of, "I spy with my little eye.... Richard's white jacket!" And he turns around, and sure enough it was him with my other friend Bryan. Richard always wears white. Perhaps to make himself feel more pure. Which we all know is a hopeless cause.

Heasu turns to us and says, "Dude, Richard's hair makes him look like....."

"A chick?" I supplied.

"Yeah!"

It was true. Richard apparently had gotten a haircut over break. It wasn't bad. I rather like his hair, and it looks nice shorter. But he had done some strange thing to it that made it look all combed over to the side. Which doesn't really suit him. At all.

Lan, of course, being who she is, thought I had called Richard something else that rhymes with chick. Luckily, she had not voiced this very loud and he didn't hear it. But it's not Richard I'm worried about.

As we were giggling, Richard's ride comes and he leaves. So we're standing with Bryan next to us for about a minute, and all of a sudden Heasu blurts out, rather innocently, "You know, I actually don't know what a dxxx looks like."

In the split second before Lan and I erupted into hysterics, we managed to catch a glimpse of Bryan's face, which was of course priceless. But that's not even the best part.

Bryan stood there shaking his head in disbelief. "You know, here I am doing something on my phone, and all of a sudden I hear Heasu saying she has no idea what a dxxx looks like," he says. "I mean, I knew you guys were messed up but not like this."

Heasu shrugs. "Am I not allowed to say it? I really don't know what one looks like."

Bryan gives her an annoyed look. "Would you like me to strip down for you?"

This, of course, sets off Lan and I again.

After we had all calmed down (Heasu had been positively scarred by the mental image of Bryan stripping), I asked him what his phone's name was.

It was only natural for me. I name everything obssesively: My shoes, my computer, my flashdrive, my iPod, and of course my dear cell phone.

All of them are male, except my computer (who is named Emily, by the way). I don't see it as anything different than naming a car. Most girls, when they get their car, can decide whether or not it's a girl car or a boy car. Guys, however, don't exactly have this luxury. It has to be a girl car or it just sounds strange. So I applied this same logic to cell phones.

"It is a she, right?" I asked him.

"Why nooo," sneered Heasu, apparently recovered. "It's obviously a guy phone."

"That would explain why you're so in love with it," Lan teased.

I was rather impressed with him for taking all of our crap. But honestly, he really did like his phone a little too much. I've seen him literally fondle it before.

"So, what's his name?" Heasu asked.

"Um..."

"It's Philip!" Lan said quite suddenly.

Now Lan and I (and Esther when she used to go to Oxford) get this great kick out of shipping our guy friends together. To be honest, some of them are such close friends it's like they're husband and wife already. There are quite a lot of variations (i.e. RogerPhilip, BryanPhilip, BryanRichard, HansolPhilip, BryanRoger, JonathanHansol, RogerPhilipBryan, BryanPhilipHansol, etc.), but BryanPhilip is one of my personal favorites.

Naturally, you might imagine how dreadfully we had shocked Bryan with Lan's little slip. Normally we like to keep our sick fantasies to ourselves. Because in all seriousness, if they knew what we secretly thought of them, they'd probably never talk to us again. (Yes, we're terrible.)

Ah, poor, poor Bryan. Luckily he was a good sport about it and if he was frightened (or turned on, if you think that's more likely) he didn't show it.

So, that's about it with my friends. We know we're strange, but we're also pretty kickass. And despite how weird or crazy or geeky (Number two in the nation!) we are, I couldn't ask for better ones.

This has been a cheesy ending brought to you by lack of sleep. Time to go to school and spend more time with these whackos. You know who you are.

Peace.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Resolution time.

I promise to:

- raise my math grade.
- ace another English essay.
- become a better artist.
- commit Shakespeare to heart.
- be a better friend.
- not procrastinate as much.
- save up money.
- get a job.
- get my license.
- finish AMV that I've put off for like, three years now.

Happy New Year's, people.