There's A Spark!

For a while now, I've been feeling like something's missing. I didn't have the drive for anything. I have all these ideas in my head, but just the thought of doing something about made me run for cover. Then suddenly last week, it's like someone sprinkled magic dust on me. I was finally awake for the first time in months! I am not going to go into detail but I really feel like something big is coming.

I'll update more as soon as I finish finalizing things.

It's My Birthday And I Can Get Piss Drunk If I Want To

It's 4:24 in the afternoon and I am tipsy from drinking a bottle of beer. Happy New Year, everyone!!! Yes, I used a recycled picture from my "surprise" party last year because a) my birthday was so much more fun a year ago and b) I decided that I'm going to stop growing old and stay 24 forever. So wassup, kiddies? How's your holidays? Stomachs full of ham and wine? Pockets full of Christmas money from relatives you only see once a year? No? Yeah, me neither.

So another year is over. I wonder what Susan Miller is going to say about the upcoming one. In 2008 I decided that it was time to grow up and move on. I decided it was time to stop dreaming. In fact I think it was in April of 2008 that I told myself to get real and start thinking about my future. So I planned on moving away in a faraway land and this is where I ended up. In June 2008 though, something unexpected happened. I fell for someone just when I was ready to leave everything behind. Yes, the universe can be cruel but at the same time I have never been happier.

Now onto resolutions. I don't really like making them but I'm gonna make an exception this year. In 2009, I have got to rid myself of people who I know are not good for my well-being. You know, those who can't stop talking shit about others behind their backs. That and I will TRY to stop drinking soda.

Alrighty.

Happy New Year! Spread the love.

Dear Mr. Toshiba I,

I remember the very first time I laid my eyes on you a little more than three years ago. You sat there quietly at the store among many others, but you stood out like a man in a well-tailored suit in a crowd of casually dressed adolescent boys. You were reasonable, well-built, with a sparkle that seemed to hypnotize. It was as if you were brought to this world for no one but me. Imagine how happy I was that very same day when I took you home. You were my first and from the moment I took you out of the box, I knew we were going to share something special.

For three years, we've been inseparable. How many times have I fallen asleep right by your side because I can't get enough of you? When I was angry, it was to you I ranted. When I was inspired, it was you who witnessed my creations. We watched countless movies, listened to music, shared memories and even traveled together numerous times. In fact I think you probably know me better than my closest friends do.

So Mr. Toshiba I, I hope you understand how difficult this is for me. I am saying goodbye but not without shedding a tear. We both knew from the beginning that it wasn't going to be forever for us and the time has come for us to part ways. I am going to miss you, Mr. Toshiba I. We had a good run.

Always,

Fifi

Drunk Cat

We spent the weekend in L.A. with Pammy and Lala and I got to take home this shirt from Ron and a bottle of Margarita.

Because I Need To Smile

No Paper Doll

Let us play dress up.

This is me about to meet up with girl friends for Sunday brunch.

This is me about to go shopping.

This is me heading out for coffee.

This is me about to meet up with Ron for dinner and a movie.

This is me wishing I had longer legs so I can actually wear knee high boots and a trench coat.

Nyahahaha. Taken from the fabulous Gilesy's blog. Create your own here.

Four on the Floor

Four months, baby!!! Yeah! :D

On Friendship

For a lot of people, friends are family. My mother used to tell me stories about people she knew who would act all friendly when they’re in front of each other but would start talking about them once they turn their backs. It would irk me so much every time she would start with these stories because in my book, you don’t call yourself friends with someone when you do such terrible things to each other.

I love my friends. They’re smart, good-hearted people who I can be comfortable with and whom I have the uttermost respect for. I have to admit though that there have been times when I haven’t been the perfect friend to some of them. Some of those relationships I have managed to salvage, but some of them I have lost and I still feel bad about it even to this day. I have since learned that you can’t expect to be treated a certain way if you yourself treat other people in another way.

If you consider yourself a decent human being, you don’t talk down to your friends. You don’t consider yourself more superior than them. If they manage to be successful in something, you be happy for them. If something makes them happy, even if you think it’s the stupidest thing in the world, you celebrate with them. You don’t just call them whenever you need something and then two days later talk shit about them to other people. That’s not called being a friend.

I know we all have done it. We’ve gossiped about the important people in our lives. We’ve said one or two not so nice thing about them out of anger. But when you do it repeatedly and without remorse, it’s a different story. So next time try looking around you. If you see us disappearing one by one, maybe it’s time you ask yourself why.

In My Head

I try to do head stands for yooooooou. Damn economy sucks major balls. People are panicking and I have to cut out coupons. I wanna get a bicycle. My sister's coming here on Sunday! Yay! Two more months! I miss you. I need to buy nail polish remover. Universal Studios again? No 1963 type stuff in the new Rachael album. It makes me want to cry. I want the weekend to be over. Is there any other reason to get married these days aside from the girl being pregnant? Youuuu oooo ooooh. I have to make dinner now.