Urban Dictionary, you give me self esteem

1. kristina
sexiest girl ever....she needs to stop looking in the mirror when she says sexy!
:)


1. loves
= love
oftentimes a greeting or farewell.
can be used with interweb jargin such as
*i loves AZNBOIS*
or something like
*i haz loves for you babe*


1. Daniel
This is a difficult name to define because it defies many boundaries of human perception, let alone various languages. One of the closest translations that experts give is God or many other variations of that general idea.
Other definitions are thought to be:
Tao
Chi
The Great Spirit
Chuck Norris
Energy
Infinity
Sublime
ect
Despite the fact that various names have been pinned to Daniel, its seems that all of the above examples (including that of God)cannot even withstand the magnitude of Daniel.
The reason this name continues to elude even the brightest of human minds is that the idea of Daniel cannot possibly exist in a dimensional state. Daniel is so powerful, it defies all laws of this or any other universe. Recent studies have shown that people who have attempted to comprehend this name have either disappeared, died spontaneously, or driven themselves into a pertinent state of insanity and/or catatonia. One common belief is that Daniel is possibly the grounds on which everything and nothing is based. It seems to surpass the idea of infinity. Quantum physicists report that this Daniel is Everything and Nothing. It or He is said to have unexplainable connections with the String and Superstring Theories as Daniel resonates within every single layer of the multi-dimensional complex and yet still exists beyond that point which is where scientists have lost the trail. Various theologists and spiritual leaders believe that Daniel is one who is, as they say, "The Answer". All attempts to understand this idea of Daniel have failed.
Daniel. Nothing else can describe him.


Holy molly, I'm in love with an indescribale figure.
See Daniel, I told you, you were awesome/perfect/the bestest

Yeah, yeaaaahhhhh

Thank you for not dodging photos anymore.

I love you.

Tomerarenai eraser rain

I wish my resolution was easier.

Sometimes I think it would be easier if I could start my social ring of friends all over again. Including the 'boy' friend. Maybe, changing who I trust with the knowledge I know now, will stop me from the constant hurt I feel and the constant urge to tell someone close. I don't trust anyone now. The one I trusted the most broke that, and the rest tell my secrets anyway.

Make me want it

Here's my hero. If he were a superhero, he'd be Batman. I say that mainly because he likes him more than Spiderman. If I could choose, he'd be Spidey. So much better. Regardless, he makes me happy. And that's what a hero of mine should do.

They're all infected

Dear 2010,

I enter you with a broken heart. It's tattered and torn and trashed. I'm a weaker person than I was last year. I'm even weaker than I've ever been. I feel more vunerable and insecure. Everything I question. Why won't he tell me. Why protect her; you didn't protect me. My head is full of hurtful questions that sting my heart. And each time you don't answer, the sting moves in deeper, spreading the venom more, instead of taking it out as you would a bee sting.

I hate myself for being like this. I wish I were like I was back in 2009. Or even 2008, before I had a chance of putting myself in the most vunerable position. I regret my choices, and most of all, my actions. I hate wanting to know, even though I know it'll kill me more.

I hate how he doesn't understand. How he's completely oblivous to everything I want to know. Instead he builds a wall I cannot climb. One tough enough I cannot break down. It's completely surrounds my goal, so I cannot walk around it. I am given no shovel, so I cannot go under it. This wall annoys me. I want to know. Even if its the most simpliest thing out of all the questions I've aready asked regarding it.

My heart hurts. My eyes are always blurring, and it's not because I'm not wearing my glasses. I'm so confused. I don't know what to do. I feel the timing's too wrong to end it now. End my constant suffering.

I really do hate you.

Dear 2009

I hurt my hand on my mouse making this blog.

I was going to say how great this year was, but instead I decided to say nothing.

2009

Above photographs were stolen from Amanda's myspace.

I'm too lazy to upload new photos. I just wrote these in with their direct URL... so yea. I have plenty more I could upload. But I'm lazy. I can make a YouTube video, like back in grade 10. You're all tools, hey Sharnna?

2009 showed me that;

• People are insane
• Sex is awesome
• Boys have cooties
• She lost it in a car
• Asian photos don't have an English function
• Sushi tastes nice
• There's a Baskin Robins in Morayfield
• Subway tastes nice
• Mum is clumsy
• Green Day sounds the same live
• I can play more songs on guitar
• There's more music out there than what's on my iTunes/iPod
• Lindsay is named after a can of olives
• We have unused Christmas cards
• I should've been on my Ps ages back
• PS2 is out of date, but I finally got one
• Singstar is awesome
• Times get tough
• Happiness is great
• People's oddities are hilarious
• I should've gone to schoolies
• I want to go camping (thank you Bernice)
• I want to go in a hot air balloon
• The Ugly Truth was inspiring. I won't change though.
• And that, right now, I need to pee.

Come on baby, don't fear the reaper

In my years of being me (which isn't very long) I've learnt not to fall in love. It's one of the greatest, yet most hurtful emotions someone can feel. My heart has been ripped and teared at the seams so many times that what's left is equivilant to the fragment of balloons after it has popped. The pain is ridiculous and yet I feel it every day. When I see her face co-staring in my grief. I hate how I can't let it go so easily. I hate how it makes me cry frequently. Everything would be better if I weren't such a stupid person. I wish I could turn back time. I wish I listened to my aunt's advice of pestering him with endless phone calls. There's so much that could've changed things. But me being stuborn, I had to wreck what was perfect. And now it can never be the same.

Come to save, the princess Zelda

If you love me so much, you should subscribe, friend, or follow my Hairbrush blog. Project 365 is about to start. Nivek is doing it with me, so you're actually following two people at once as it's a collab blog.


http://hairbrush101.blogspot.com/

It's mainly a photo blog though. He'll probably write too much. =P

I'm not sick but I'm not well

OP 10

If I can get an OP 10 when my brain was too sick to comprehend any of the QCS questions in the same rapid pace as it usually does, then there's something wrong with this system.

If I can get an OP 10 when averaged C's in every class bar mathematics A, then there's something wrong with this system.

If I can get an OP 10 when my Written Response barely related to time, then there's something wrong with this system.

I I can't get an OP 9 with all of the above factors, then people believe there's something wrong with me. But in all reality, I did better than I should have.

But trying to be genuine is harder than it seems.

If there's one thing I hate about Christmas, it's the fact that, from that day forth until the New Year, I'm eating the same thing for lunch and dinner. Yes, Christmas dinner/lunchs are very nice and all, but on the third day of eating the rich ham and drinking what probably is already off, egg nog, my body starts to hate me. I crave the nutrients I'm lacking.

I just hope my family Christmas doesn't cook for more people than they normally do. We have about six people to cater for, and they normal cook for thirty.

I hate Christmas left overs.

Tell me that you will listen

Make me laugh. Make me real laugh, all the time. Let me buy you something for a change. Not always though. Sometimes when I say no, I only want to start a play fight. I didn't actually mean no. Sometimes when I say no, I mean it, and if you go against it, I'll hate you for it. Hug me when I'm upset. If I'm angry at you, talking will only make it worse. Don't hug me if I'm not very close to you. I hate hugs from a majority of people. I reject most high fives. Understand my nerdy humour. Understand the flawsi n my vocabulary. Understand my perks, even if I don't. Let me bite my lip. Don't draw attention to my singing. I'll stop. I hate my pimples, but I don't hate yours. Let's do something different, but you have to think of what it is. Text me good night. Write me a letter and post it, even if we live 30 minutes apart. I love getting letters in the mail so it'd mean a lot to me. I don't care what the letter's about. Make it something you haven't told me. Accidentally forget your pants, that way I know you'll have to come back asap. Comment my blog. Make me happy. Little things make me happy. Never talk to her again. Punch her in the face, that'll make me happy. Let me go through the same surgery Jim Carey did in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, just so I can forget. I won't any other way.

Merry-go round

I've started to realise I have a low tolerance for incompetent people. I know that's rude and judgemental, but the stupid thing in my brain is hard to switch off.

In other news, I've remembered what my New Year resolutions were going to be. Let's just hope I can stick to them,

• Learn to say 'yes' to more things - rape no included.
• Be more positive.
• Be less judgemental. That means, my tolerance for "other" people must increase.
• Try my best at university. But that's not really a resolution, isn't it?

And nobody believed me

He seems to have a lot of ego to keep. Why is it abnormal for me to buy not even all of his ticket for a movie? Why does he insist he'll pay me back, even if I don't notice? What does he get out of it? He's paid so many movie tickets for me in the past, and a scrapbook just yesterday. I'd say that I owe HIM the money.

Eh.

It's what makes him sweet and I love it.

I see angels and devils

My creative genious has lead to my possible contribution to the modern art gallery in Southbank. The only factor that stands in my way is that we were meant to build planes out of the crafts handed to us. Instead, I made a mini me. This is what I'd look like.

It wasn't easy to make; being treated like kids. We had to ask the supervisor to cut thigns for us and the only way we could attach things was by string, pipe cleaners or ribbion. That wasn't easy.

What made things worse was that it started raining while we were still there. Umbrella-less, and the art store lacking an umbrella supply, we had to trod on the bridge to Queen street in the rain. Yay.

I can't get away with it, but the girl gets laid.

I had a New Year's resolution all planned out yesterday but now I forgot what it was going to be. I even remember having so much belief in myself that I would follow through instead of forget.

I splashed spaghetti sauce on my T-shirt and I'm over due for a shower. I don't know what to do. I was excited for my OP score tomorrow but I've lost my SmartOP pin number so I might have to wait until Monday afternoon. That's when my mail arrive and the website predicts we should be getting the mail on Monday.

Sigh.

Woah, wo-oh-oh-oh, sweet love of mine

I was wondering where the postmen meet up before they start their rounds. The post office sounds too ordinary. There must be an office, or something, for the postmen to take their breaks. And what happens if a lot of the houses on their route didn't get mail on a certain day? Does that mean their hours differ just as much as a waiters? Also, why do we have to have skinny postmen? At least give the mildly obease ones the job of driving the van that delivers the parcels. That'd be nice. I guess our government doesn't think that ahead.

When I watch you

As usual, nothing went as planned today. Things fell a part when I didn't receive something I was hoping to attach to a present. Now I have to think of a compromise unless I mysteriously receive wanted part before Christmas. Well, December 24th, as Christmas is a faimly tradition so he and I will be with our own families.

Also, the absolutely awesome idea I blogged about has happened. I didn't go according to plan, but it worked nonetheless. The original idea was to get a 350ml coke bottle, or equavilant, and age it, as if it had been lost at sea for a couple of years. It would've been scratched. I was planning on going to the park to glue sand on it, and when it dried, I'd have dusted a majority of it off. Also, I didn't know how to fade the colour of the lid. Anyway, inside was a list of what I love about Daniel. I gave it to him this afternoon, without the aged effect, and he smiled lots.

Mission accomplished.

In other news, back to nothing going as planned, people who said yes didn't arrive. This happens all the time when I try and organise something. It annoys me deeply too. I feel as if there's something wrong with me. That there's something people hate. I wish I knew what it was, because I'd change that negative personality trait into something better. Then again, I once tried to change out of kindheartedness -- I can't be someone I'm not. I just wished I knew what made people avoid me.

Rules of Engagement

All my Christmas woes are over now. I think. All I have to do is finish my lovely idea. And since I'm seeing him tomorrow, I really should go to the park in the morning, with craft glue and a bottle of coke.

I really want to have a webcam conversation with someone, but the person I have in mind hasn't been online whilst I'm online anymore. Maybe he isn't noctornal like his old self. Sigh. Kevin, you suck =P

To blind to see tomorrow

I'm losing my original inspiration for this blog. Also, the photo you see above was meant to be edited in a more collage-d look, as it's for my uncle's Christmas/birthday (same day) present. Rex is meant to get the frame. I don't think it turned out as well as I could have done. Last year I gave him a photo album of all the old photos of me, Rex and Sean. Because after the divorce, I don't think he got many photos of us. He loved it. My aunt passed on the thanks he wanted to give me. I also got him alcohol flavoured chocolates last year, but I think they melted. I don't know what to get him for Christmas/birthday. I forward slash that, because I don't know if the frame is for Christmas or for his birthday yet. Regardless, as we've bulked bought Christmas wrapping paper, both presents will be gift wrapped with Christmas trees, stars and "Merry Christmas" decorations.

I cannot wait

Okay, I love food too much. I think I've had half the pantry already, and I'm still rather hungry. I know by the time dinner rolls over, I won't want any. I hope mum'd understand, but I know she'll yell at me for lack of eating. Pfft. Lack of.