I feel like puking

it's all just a bunch of lies we told ourselves to ease the pain of reality that once felt like something good and beautiful and of course the real part of it was pretty damn good too not to mention those finer moments in life those very rare glimmers of hope that make everything a little brighter a little more hopeful they kinda make it all worth it in the end maybe if we just closed our eyes and went back to all those times where things just seemed perfect maybe if we closed them a little more tighter we could relive those worthy seconds again and if only we could paint the stills of the better moments of our lives maybe our entire lives could form a gallery and the best creations would be on the top floor maybe to represent the height of our lives the highest of nirvanas reached within our nothing but human existence wouldn't that be great to keep the good from the bad and maybe even just keep all the good and recycle the bad no mixing in between no tainting the purity of it all and just like that we can keep our linens white and it'd be like living in a snow globe a perfect world untouched and captured in its own glass bubble you'd have to slam it against something really hard to get into this world of nothing-short-of-amazing wouldn't that be nice? but like i said it's all just a bunch of lies.

forget what they say.

Thoughts in the middle of the night

• I wish I hadn't ordered butter chicken from Joey's... then proceeded to get cheesecake at Cheesecake Etc. Why couldn't I just have gotten a nice salad? (BTW, the spinach salads @ Cactus Club are the best... lol, this is no advertising scheme, I assure you. Yum.. goat cheese!)
• I love my friends.
• Oh my God... I totally forgot about the black sesame 'tong yunes' I had at Alex's house. I'm defs going to fullfill those alleged 'freshman fifteen' pounds.. holla!
• There are some things that are just friggin' weird. Like what the F? Seriously, EW.
• I don't if it's because my period had just ended or something, but when Daisy tweeted me that she was back in Van, I felt like crying. I'm so happy my UD is home!
• I'm typing yet another e-mail that will go unanswered. Waste of my time.
• I am so grateful that I passed my RCM exam. I have to admit, I get away with things way too easily...
• My week is packed full: I have work 5 days this week, I have scheduled family time since Dee and my uncle are coming home from Toronto, I have to go to SFU with Jamie and Angus to get my U-Pass and buy textbooks, see UD for the one day that she's available, study for my math final AND pass it!
• I keep thinking about Jennifer Aniston's character in He's Just Not That Into You. I'm going back to the moment where she told Ben Affleck, "Stop being nice to me if you're not going to marry me." I feel the same way?
• My toes feel like they've been repeatedly crushed with a mortar. Poor little piggies.
• My last tweet was: I don't feel like working, I feel like puking.

Ugh.. blah blah blah.. I'm not in the mood to blog.

The worst kind of liar is the one that lies only sometimes

The worst kind of liar is the one that lies only sometimes.

Parmi des millions des personnes sur la terre

... je me besoin seulement un.

Fake FAKE everything!

I love fake things. I'm not gonna lie. I love my wide collection fake eyelashes (I received 15 more pairs today, because W just came back from China. A box for $5! So incredibly jeal). I love the unnatural brown tint in my hair. I like (not love, cause I mostly use them to see) those freaky Korean circle lenses. I love the fake nails I had done this afternoon (I also like gel a lot better than acrylic). I also like fake or "imitation" shark fin soup. What they do to get the real thing is sick. Authentic shark fin soup isn't even that good... it's chewy and tastes like any Chinese soup with a Chicken broth base. I also really like tofu dogs.. which counts as imitation meat, I guess. They're so good with only mustard.

The only thing I'm not into that are fake are fake noses. I'm down with the Botox, but a new nose is going a little too far for me. Fake people (I'm sure you're really great on the inside). Most fake designer bags bug me... I'd be choked if someone had a replicated bag that they paid a fraction of the fortune I paid. What the eff, man? Fake Robert Pattinson accounts of Twitter... where you really at, R-Patz? Fake pockets.. fake double-eyelids. After watching Korean dramas and announcing to my mom that I would like to have the babies of a Korean, she went all "Ewww! They're made out plastic!"

:(.

Where the F did my old blogspot account go?

I can't find it. I tried Googling some pieces of what I could remember from it (the one blog entry I published, my username...or so I think is my username). My "About Me" tab was pretty kick-ass too. I had pictures of my old hamster, Benny, and the mini bio I did on myself was brief and a tad inventive.

I'd be really happy and appreciative if someone could find it for me. My front page was titled JalouSe-e. I named it after the French magazine called Jalouse. The main colours were forest green and black, if that matters at all... If this magically happened, I'd be impressed/surprised/genuinely touched by the kindness of strangers.

This probably won't happen. So I guess I'll just continue blogging..