oh, how did I get so lucky to find you.

spoiled

.. so spoiled.

an ipad 2 from my best friends and a ps3 from my boyfriend. (with apparently more gifts arriving in the mail, so he says o___O) and my mama bought me the samsung galaxy s2 phone that i've been wanting to get for like ever. so YES, I HAVE A SMART PHONE NOW. O=

they wrecked my room with balloons and silly string and splooged me in the face when i got home. on top of that, yet ANOTHER surprise lunch with everyone else the next day. i never saw it coming. i seriously feel like the luckiest person ever and i can't think of anything else that could make me any happier.

i was so depressed to leave these 21 years of age behind me and yet,

this was the best birthday ever.

happy 22nd to me. (:

yuki bear

Lucy! The babies' mama

(:

they grow up so fast T__T

A new addition to our family.. my mom freaked (of course) when she first saw her but melted after the thing started following her around and playing with her affections. Yuki is such a smart baby. I named her after the Japanese word for "snow". She is a mixture of maltese/shih tzu/pomeranian/bichon/poodle, one crazy ass mix! Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw. I love my baby. Now Mika has someone to play with, although she is crazy mad jealous. hahahah so cute.

I miss..

having that crazy-stupid-idgaf-haveitanywhere-blind-PASSIONATE-overwhelming type of love.

):

dem brows dough

update on the browszszszsz. told you they'd look fine. :p

new tattoo

yet another one. the most painful one thus far ): my skin is super swollen.

i'll post a picture once it heals correctly.

eyebrows!

Oh yeah, I forgot to add that I have recently "airbrushed" (or pretty much tatooed) my eyebrows. They were pretty dark at first and I was really unsure about them, but they've faded significantly now and it looks as if I never did anything to them at all! Pretty cool waking up with hair on my face doe. LOL. I feel a lot less insecure.

This is from when they were super dark, chola status. But it looks cooler now. I'm too lazy to take a picture, perhaps manana. Going to watch The Walking Dead and eat oranges and knock out for a long day of school tomorrow. (:

sparrows.

These little buggers used to fall out of trees in front my old apartment downtown all the time. They would break their little selves and being the kid that I am, I gathered them all up and took them all home with me. Mom yelled at me every single time. She said they would bring some kind of disease into the house. Grandma was the only one that supported it, actually. She found a bird with me once, a long time ago while we were playing tennis. Bird just sat there, staring at us and didn't move an inch even as we got closer. Concerned, I told her I thought it was sick because it wasn't scared of us. So I picked it up and placed it on my tennis racket and we walked home that way. The bird died over night. I woke up excited to see my bird, only to hear her say.. "Sweety, your bird is in a better place now. So pray for him because he's with Buddha. Don't be sad."

Sparrows can fly for miles and miles, and still return back home. They are also one of the very few birds that mate for life; once they find their partner, they stay with them until death. These birds represent freedom and loyalty to the ones that they love. Too often do we take the sparrow for granted. Small though she may be, she is certainly powerful.

I will always love you.

remedies

It's either Breakfast at Tiffany's, The Little Mermaid, or Pochahontas that gets me up when I'm down.

I'm in love with that hat. Wish I could be able to pull something like that off nowadays without getting evil stares. I'm also in love with her sunglasses. They are often mistaken as wayfarers but upon doing my research, I found out that they are actually a model called "Manhattan" by Oliver Goldsmith. *Must hunt them down.

I would so kick a baby to see this on Broadway someday.

Future inkage is in reference to this movie. My entire childhood, youth, and young adult life molded around this fictional girl and her impulsive actions, defiance against her father, naive sense of "disney-like romanticism".

If you guys really read the real story of the little mermaid, you wouldn't believe how fucked up it turns out to be. Hans Christian Anderson, man.

Oh, must not forget about the other girl. Similar mindsets, a tid bit more realistic than the last.

First movie my dad took me to see in a real theatre.

I remember being really small and everything being really gigantic.

It was a good memory of us.

Hummingbirds.

I want a love like this.

ROOM RENOVATION

Found the perfect corner desk for that weird little corner in my room that fucks my whole shit up. Planning on mounting a 32" there as well.. along with future ps3 and a super comfy pleather (I hope :x) chair I plan on lazing on and playing games in. (or possibly doing homework in) LOL. The chair seems to overshadow my baby desk. ):

I get to sleep with James and Audrey on either side. ;p

I'd say it looks pretty nifty from what it looked like before. -__-

Plans: get a fucking canopy bed! YEAH.

*will probably purchase new curtains after canopy bed arrives.

It's hard to find some that goes along with this color scheme I'm going with. Black, red, gold trimmings?! Bloody hell. The curtains I currently have are light proof and sound proof, WTF indeed. But! I bought them in hopes of drowning out my psychotic neighbor who screeches death threats every morning to her 5 year old kids. /")_____-

My old bed throws everything off with it's birch-y wooden frame, but it's hard to let go since my mom bought it for me so many years ago. I guess here's to new beginnings.

Man, Ikea is evil.

Also, car has been sold. Goodbye Rosie Jane. ='(

a circle

such a travesty. &i can't get out of it /")-________-

BUT! i am teaching myself not to care.

how did this journal get in my house??

"Beware: written sloppyish and gramatically incorrect. (too much to get out of my system)"

wtf. 4 years later and I finally see this.

fucking ow

I'm not sure what words I could use to describe the all of these emotions I'm suddenly feeling right now. It's as if they're all jumbled up together so intricately in such a way that causes me to feel nothing at all. So naturally, here I am turning to my trusty old blog. A place where I can pour out all my secrets in such a way where no one can really understand what I'm talking about.. a place that no body knows about. Unless they really know me. Ugh.

I feel so utterly alone.

& not in the sense where I need SOMEONE there for me. My friends, my family, my boyfriend, of course. I love my mom. I love her to death. After all these years of carrying this burden on my own, I finally realize that I'm not doing this alone.

5 years. It would have been 5 years.

20 years for her.

I love you both, with my whole heart. Somewhere if you're listening in on our daily lives, floating around in the sky in a better place, I hope you know that I love you. And you exist to me.

(new female obesession)

a strange illness

he loves me.

my latest obsession..

buh still cries whenever she talks about you.

yes, tis true

I have trust issues.

hawaii, six flags, sd!