NOMADS

Destination: anywhere wer feel like. The world is ours.

So, my attempt @ day-blogging!

Jessica woke me up early. VERY EARLY. (But supposedly, Michelle&Tam was worth it. Supposedly. Just kidding, they were. ♥)
Anywho, begged my father to let me go, and then begged my mother, and then back to my father.
SPED out the door because Jessica was 10 minutes early. (I make every minute count, tyvm.)
YAY TAM!
Mr. Hartono dropped us off at Michelle's Pop's Store and...  SURPRISE! (Was it just me or was she not surprised?! x_O" Or maybe it's just us. Yeah. Just us.) Chilled there. Mr. Chan offered us some goods ;) but like the good girls that we were, we denied. Thankn you, Mr. Chan!
ANYWHO, spent a long time (sort of) figuring out what we were gonna do because that's as far as our brilliant privateinvestigator plan went. But hey, we ended up somewhere!

1ST TIME ON LIGHTRAIL. WITH JESSICA. AND I'M STILL ALIVE/NORMAL/SANE! I'm proud. Of course, they would say otherwise. Actually, I think we all agree that Jessica served as a very useful GPS guide person thingy... despite our initial doubts.
Uh, travelled to ze Great Mall. Walked around. Yay, Jessica&I shared a ColdStone's creation! (Oh yeah, and did I mention with all the rushing and stuff, I forgot to bring money? But knowing me, I forget ... a lot. So it's kind of a miracle that I grabbed my keys, my scarf, my hat, my SAT book, Danica's novel, and my croissant on the way out. Just no $$. I owe that girl $999999999999999.99 anywho; so, yeah.) Tam&Michelle, I believed, shared a mint chocochip love it? Yeah, halfway through, Michelle realized that we were having ice cream at 10:00 AM in the morn. OH YEAH, we rebels. xD
Uh, shopped around sort of. More like walked around the mall. Stopped in a multitude of stores. In Nike, I realized that we all know each other's shoes. Kinda creepy but okay.
We went out to Olive Garden and GUESS WHAT?!
IT'S NOT OPEN 'TIL 4 PM!!!
Who the freak does that?! Well, apparently, NOBODY. Because everybody showed up during lunchtime only to find us four nomads. On the bench. In front of the restaurant. Going, "IT'SNOTOPEN.IT'SNOTOPEN.IT'SNOTOPEN." More thinking on what to do and decided... MORE LIGHTRAILING! (We always seem to go in the opposite direction. Hm.)
Ended up @ ABC. More deciding. 4 immature kids bickering and loudly debating + fancy seafood restaurant = not a very good match. (*Note to self: Tam does not eat clams nor chicken feet.)
Walked and walked and walked. God, too many smokers around 99 ranch. Horrible. You people are going to get lung cancer, y'hear?
Oh yeah, Jessica claims that since she saw so many Porches, it's fate telling her that she is compatible with them and therefore, she is meant to own one. OH, LOGIC.
& WE MADE A CHAIN LINK! I'm Jessica's pet. Michelle's the petpet. Tam's the petpetpet. (: Oh, happy times. (Oh and apparently, according to Butthead and yes, SHEWOULDKNOW, you must feed a petpetpet or else it will run away from you. So to all you nonexistent petpetpet owners out there: remember to feed your petpetpet.)
Ended up @ Borders. Looked at Harry Potter movie book. Then other random books. Then just K.O.ed, literally.

And whilst everything was happening, Butthead was RAGEQUITting; Tam was losing horribly at NOSEGOES; Jessica was being loud, like always, trying proving us wrong; and I was enjoying my first day of total nomadism, which should be a religion now that I think about it.

Just imagine a whole bunch of people on the streets. Walking around. Not really knowing where to go but just keeping on walking. Basing their judgements purely on a whim. Oh yes, utopia.
Kidding, but it was fun while it lasted.

LOVELOVELOVED TODAY.
Hopefully Michelle forgave us?
& Tam's happy meter is full?

No seriously, me&Jessica = GREATEST PRIVATE INVESTIGATORS IN DA WORLD. xD

Random Phone Pics Again (:

Okay, seriously? HOW COOL IS THIS TABLE ISLAND THING?!

Besides its obvious design and appearance,

IT SHINES LIGHT. Like, through the cracks.

So it's like you're in a cave, looking through the walls and there's something on the other side.

But there really isn't.

BUT STILL, so cool.

I wanted it so bad but in no possible way would my parents get that.

THEREFORE, when I make some $$, I'll be back for you, love! Wait for me!

Yeah. I went to pee during class and this is what I found.

Don't worry; I didn't touch them.

Half alive. Half dead.

One flower.

AHAHAHAH, we made this when we gots bored.

PLAY-DOH, FOREVER.

Well, you see, me&Kait went downstairs to bake cookies for her b-day party celebration thing in class.

And just as Kait grabbed the cookies out of the fridge and stepped over this guy (literally, her foot was centimeters away from the little vermin fellow!), I literally screamed. Then she screamed. Then I screamed. And we ran upstairs like the little girls that we are. Yeah.

Eventually, she wouldn't get it, and so I manned up.

Took my dad's favorite coffee cup and a Jell-O box and did this.

Okay, in my defense, I WAS PANICKING. It's not like you find centipedes/millipedes on your kitchen floors everyday!

Hello there.

Creepers.

We came to cheer you up and this is what we find.

Dark room. Candles. Hands hovering above the candles. And an unrelenting stare.

Pretty clouds, ain't they?

Tents make sleepovers @ Tiff's legit. (:

My Usual Breakdown Process

1. Scream into pillow.
2. Rantblog.
3. If that doesn't work, think it through. Mentally. As in, talk to myself.
4. If that doesn't work, vent to my mom while she strokes my hair.
5. If that doesn't work, cry.

& after crying, everything will be alllll better.
I usually feel a lot stronger after crying.
So, conclusion: Crying works.

Please try not to take this too seriously; i'm kind of furious.

Okay, LADY.
CAPSLOCK TIME.

YOU'RE DEPRESSED; I GET IT. SO WHAT?! EVERYBODY GETS DEPRESSED. FOR REASONS YOU CAN'T EVEN IMAGINE. YOU ALWAYS TOLD ME HOW THANKFUL YOU WERE FOR HAPPINESS, LIFE, BLAHBLAHBLAH. I GUESS IT'S ALL JUST B.S. FOR ME TO TAKE IN, HUH? GOD, MOTHER FUDGE YOU. SORRY, LANGUAGE, I KNOW. YOUR KIDS ARE AT HOME, FAKING SICKNESSES SO THAT THEY COULD GET YOUR ATTENTION. HAVE YOU NOW REALIZED THAT BY NOW?! AND YOU'RE OVER AT YOUR FRIEND'S HOUSE, DRINKING WINE, AND ACTING CRAZY. YOUR KIDS NEEDED YOU AND YOU WEREN'T THERE FOR THEM. AND I WANT TO TELL THEM THAT OH, SHE'S JUST LATE. OR OH, SHE'S A BIT BUSY RIGHT NOW, BUT DON'T WORRY; SHE'LL COME HOME. BECAUSE GUESS WHAT?! REMEMBER HOW YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU'D BE OUT THEN COME HOME in a little while!? OR IS EVERYTHING A BLUR TO YOU NOW THAT YOU'RE HIGH OFF WINE?! OH YEAH, AND GUESS WHAT?! THEY STAY UP. THEY DO WHATEVER THEY CAN--WATCH TV, EAT JUNK FOOD, PLAY GAMES--WHATEVER, JUST SO THAT THEY COULD WAIT FOR YOU TO COME HOME. AND THE PHONE RINGS, AND IT'S YOU AND GUESS WHAT? YOU TELL THEM YOU'RE NOT COMING HOME.

THEY'RE YOUR CHILDREN; THEY LOVE YOU SO MUCH THAT THEY'D FORGIVE YOU FOR EVERYTHING.
BUT YOU, I can't even tell how much you love them anymore. & I'm the optimistic one.

DEAR YOU,
GET OVER YOURSELF. YOU HAD KIDS. NOW TAKE CARE OF THEM LIKE YOU TELL EVERYBODY YOU DO. TRULY LOVE THEM AND QUIT YELLING AT THEM FOR JUST ONE DAY AND SEE WHAT THAT FEELS LIKE. BECAUSE THEY NEED YOU.

As for me, I don't. So, see ya on the flip side.

Kait's 7th B-Day!

I officially adore my Kumquat, my Valentine <3!

My whimsical curlicue

7:30 AM hiking & IKEA

w/ Julina was hecka fun. ROFL, depite the yawning and yawning and yawning. But still. So fun.

Playing house with that girl in the IKEA showrooms while random people stared at us like we were crazy.

It is fun doing irrational things.

OMG, what does this remind you of?
Because it reminds me of 060207 <3

LOL @ Jimmy

Today's inspirations?

At times, we think that we have lost volition, and we end up slumped in a rout... only to be awakened by life.

So wake up, guys. & enjoy it while it lasts.



Torpor is my new favorite word. State of inactivity and mental insensibility.



Even Roosevelt had to be

"polite and sympathetic and patient in explaining for the hundredth time something perfectly obvious... when I really want to give utterance to whoops of rage and jump up and knock their heads together."

So many times have I felt like this. SO. MANY. TIMES.
But if Roosevelt could resist, so can I.

Do NOT take me for granted.

Screw you.

In front of others, it's "Oh, Emily! Thank you so much!"
But you don't mean it. Almost never.

You say it for the formality of it.
Not because you are thankful.
So your "thanks" means absolutely nothing to me.
It just raises my level of understand that I'm nothing but a pawn to you.



*Hm, thanks to you, my blog's turning into a rantblog. :| Oh wells.

I was their mother today.

I picked them up.
I fed them.
I washed their dishes.
I helped them with their homework.
I fed them during dinner again.

Oh yeah, and where was their mother again?
In a meeting. LIKE ALWAYS.

If you don't have time for your own children's childhood, WHAT DO YOU HAVE TIME FOR?!
Meetings, I know.

BTW, I know I'm supposed to feel so thankful for home and "love" and all the nice things you do for me
but seriously?
I am so sick and tired of you saying every. single. godd*mn day that you're always there for them. for me. for us.
But guess what? You're NEVER there. You can pick us up and dump us as many times as you want but that's never the same as being there.

I try the best I can to appreciate you as a human being, but you're making it real hard.
Especially when you never appreciate me mothering your children.

& you know what?
I stopped doing these things for you.
I'm doing it for them.
Because I actually love them.
Which might sound real harsh to the rest of you guys out there.
But trust me, I don't think it is.
& coming from me, that's something.

Yeah, there's a lot more on my mind, but I'm not gonna burst.
I'm gonna keep calm and carry on.
For them.

"Grenade is stupid"

OMG, ROFLROFLROFL.

"Do anyTHAAAAAAAAAANG for ya."

So many cuss words, but ROFL, I was literally dying of laughter.
Literally, I was drinking water when I clicked play and I almost spit it all out.

Okay, OFFICIALLY MADE MY DAY 9999999x better.

Thank you, LINDALOVE. xD

Fall Out Boy's

"Our Lawyer Made Us Change The Name Of This Song So We Wouldn't Get Sued"
^Just the title of the song makes it awesome.

According to some being out there:

It's saying that no one is in music for the right reasons anymore, and that no matter what, everything gets manufactured to some point. There are all those kids out there who think they listen to true, real music, but with the pop culture today, there is no real, true music. "This and this band may not sound that great live, but that doesn't matter, because it's all pretty much shit out there."

Ahahaha. Kinda so true.

My mother went to the dentist today

and after the dentist was done doing whatever dentists do,
my mother told her:

Uh, I don't wanna talk right now, m'kay? I feel like Betty Boop.

I love undiscovered music.

Pick me up just to let me down?
I'm so droppin' you;
Say hello to the ground. <3

Fake

Dealing with fake people in high school--that's nothin'.
Dealing with fake people in the place you call home--try that on for a change.

//Edit//
Wow.
So instead of teaching your child how to write a proper sentence,
you teach her life skills?
There's no problem with that.
Except that you're teaching her how to lie to get what you want?
How to make sure you don't get in trouble for what you did?
How to kiss butt?

Whatever.
I tried confronting you.
You turned my advice into a joke.
Your children, your mistakes, your life.
Don't worry; I won't intrude anymore.