Roxanne

Hey guys. I. Am. A. Fucking. God. Or. Robot. Of. Some. Sort.

Why?

Because. I woke up at eleven in the morning yesterday, and I am still awake. Haven't slept. Not once. It's almost a record for me! :O

I've never been up at 5:53 in the almost summer. Sun's quite a beauty. :D

To celebrate, there's me! Somewhere in the photo. >:D

Lovers in Japan

Okay, that one was blatant. Easy to figure out who that's by. Let's sing a song, kids!

Moooooose, becaaaame mooooouse, which becaaaame nezuuumii, I dunnooo how it haaapennedd~


:P

Closer

These posts are so tiny, I'm almost twittering.

Never Too Late

To start a project. Right? Nah. I haven't even started the art yet. Shoot.

I has lame titles for blog entrys

SO FROM NOW ON EVERYTHING WILL BE A SONG TITLE. :D
















Crazy clown that makes little kids shit their pants says hi.
Say hi back. He's a pedo.

Three Wishes

Dear God/Buddha/Jesus/Hitler/Whoever

I want three wishes. Like, right fucking now. Listen up.

1. Make me white. I'm serious. Not because I have weird eyes and shit, but because a majority of white parents don't give two shits if their kids fail or not, right?(It that's racist, sorry?)
Homework I don't even want to do* at one in the morning. It's not a record or anything, but I've had enough. It's time for some apple pie. Fuck.
(*mm, I never really do want to do homework, just like the masses.)

2. Hmm, number one was the burning one. I guess I'll wing the next two, then. Otherwise, Aladdin won't help me. Or the blue genie thing. Whatever, I don't like disney. Kay. Two! I want to be able to speak english. Like, I can't anymore. It's like some weird asian dude came and took my mouth away.

3. Give me some magic power or something(?) I'm so ordinary it almost smells. I'm Lame-O*.
Yup, yup. I'ma askin' for a pity par-tay! Free food for those that go awww. Tacos for the ones that offer useless solutions. Bill Gates for the horny nerds.`
(*haha, inside joke. :P/`okay, maybe too crude to even BE humor.)

Yeaap. That's 'bout it. Now I need to run off and finish my fatty ass project cause a overweight old man that used to play on the Lions wants it. Dick.

Thoughts

Men don't cry. Either their eyes water, or they get angry. That's just a theory, mind you.



I've stated before that I love people, to a friend of mine.
But I think I can also hate them.

Jesus, emo post, I know.

LETTING OFF STEAM CUZ NO ONE'S HERE, GUYS.
Well, no one I really talk to.

Sayonara.

Back on the Bandwagon

Hullo there folks. Long time never see. It's been..what, a month? Since I last posted. Mainly because I'm not that interesting a person, and nothing eventful happens much in my life, and also because I forgot about blogger in general. There isn't that much of me to show y'all, y'know?


Todayyy, I'm gonna talk about asian typing~~!! And other stuff, if I can remember it.

Fob asians seem to have this fetish for inserting those squiggly things(~), exclamation marks(!noshit) and those line things.(-) :P oh yeah, also, they like repeating things occasionnally.
And hearts (<3 or something) too.

exp.
"jay chou jay chou jay chou♥ !!!"

yes, this example belongs to a certain so-called "fong", but only cause she's a prime example of a fob. ;)

OH. And, sometimes when some fobs chat back and forth, it goes from chinese or whatnot to english, like sooo

"blahblah blah NI HAOO"
"blahblahblah CHOCOCOCOCOOO"

Not that I have anything against asians. I mean, I'm asian myself. But it's just funny how those guys talk.

Kay, I'm outta creative steam. Done for today, but my blogging recession has recieved a bailout, me thinks.