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.Friday, August 14, 2009 ' 11:17 PM Y
;all the things i'll never say.

; you like me the best; when i'm a mess, when i'm my own worst enemy;



been busy, haven't we all? O: well; i bought a new pen! a pink pen to be exact. now don't get all squealy rattling that i'm one of them girlies who insists on having everything they own in three shades of pink.
'hem. it's only the pen, i swear. i sorta zone in on the pinkies (hoho) when i step into a..well, pen shoppie. purple, pink, pastel-ish colours wooh! i mean, come on! who doesn't dig them? colourrrrs, yes.
but like i said, my affiliations with pink (and such) ends there.
well, since we are already oh-so-conveniently on this (hot) topic; why not eh?
okay so gina-trivia (;quirks and such'). i mean, if you'd really want to know, you can totally read my longass profile. and i'm adding these bits here instead of there b/cos everyone knows that no one really bothers to read the profile when you enter the blog. yep.
alrite; chips (: aaaah yes. the reason for existence of some people. crispyyyy, baby :D you know how they would get all crunchy in your mouth, and then suddenly your tastebuds are assualted by this salty, tangy feel. sorta like the ocean. but only a bit.
so, BBQ- that's the only flavour i eat (if i can help it). this is followed by ORIGINAL, ranking second. but that's it. no other funky flavours. especially not (in no particular order of dis-preference):
  1. sour cream (eep! nice on it's own but not when sewn into the hem of cripsy things.)
  2. cheese/ cheddar (naturally, i adore cheese. i live my life around cheese. i'm the princess of cheese ;not to be mistaken with cheesy-ness. a little might be kinda cute, but over-the-toppo is just plain tacky. anyhooh, cheese in chips used to be awesome once upon a time, but now i just find it so cheesy, it makes my head spin. tooooo cheesy. ugh; besides, whut you doin'- eating cheese with chips? it's like a blahh substitute for nachos; and nachos; darlin'- can't be substituted. )
  3. wasabi ( so sue me, i've never really been a big fan of the original substance anyway. *rueful* i mean, come on! it's... green -and mushy-.)
  4. spicy (it would be nice, i know that. but i have this phobia that i would be eating it while stuck in the desert, a place with no water -except in mirages-; with the salty-spicy-twang burning down my dry throat. of course, one would question even the possibility of eating chips in a desert with no water. but still.)
  5. tomato (do they even make this? how do you put the essence of thy sweet, juicy fruit into a -thin slice of potato baked until crispy. geez. i personally adore tomatoes. but if they are not raw or used in spaghetti, nothin' else stands. )

alrighty. no hard feelings if you eat any of the above for breakfast/lunch/dinner/sup/snacks every other hour in between. i mean. personal preference righto? so yeap: bbq and original. i only eat original when there isnt bbq because it's usually bland and not-so-twangy. but in comparison to funky flavours; it's a no-brainer-winner. huh, whut do you know- rhymey, too(: bbq rocks. the sauce, the chips, the dip, the food and the event. it's all marshmellowy and stingray-ish. i love stingray. is it extinct? graah i hope not.

so anyway, for cuppa noodles, surprise surprise- i don't eat just anything as well. (i'm not picky. i just practise favouritism in food. does that make any sense? doesn't have to. i mean, who still makes sense in the 21st century?) so anyhooh, i only eat tomyam cup noodles. no chicken/curry/seafood for me. however, recently, i acquired a new favourite! Chili crab(: the cuppa noodles sorta taste (and smell) a bit like the real thing. chili crab. inexcusable and lame substitute for it, yes; but i make do, okay. and it ain't so shabby itself; it's surprisingly delishhh! (:

i love chocolate milk, don't-really-love all things strawberry; and a choice between choco-vanilla-strawberry, vanilla would be my ultimate choice. dairy products are to-die-for; as are all things cocoa. sizzling butter gives off a delightful aroma, as do pizzas/ freshly baked cookies/ hot chocolate/ silky girl's Be Mine perfume concentrate. (: i love corn-in-cups with butter& salt and pasta- white/red/purple.

it's cool that i can prattle on about food when my day didn't have much of them smileys. but then again, haven't we all? sucky day much. it's all they ever make nowadays, eh? aah yes, the world weeps with us. seriously i'd rather waste my braincells away while buried in fiction. although yes, reading won't kill braincells. gosh i hope not- i wouldn't have too many left. not that i have a considerable amount now.

wait- so is that it? seems incredulous- that intelligence levels are reliant on quantity brain cells?

nope. at least i hope not. if i'm wrong, let me know, ok? shout it down my ear or something-

no wait; don't do that. just tag. yes; a civilised alternative. and who said we all can't be prim& proper? what a dolt, him.

okay i am tired and i'm gonna hit the sack. as for the burning question of whose's sack, exactly- twaaack yourself on the head till your eyes spin and;

mind your own business, you doorknob.

i swear, i'll cook you in broccoli and cinnamon till you're red& raw.



adieu, world!

oh baby, the stars sang our song tonight.








WHO, ME?;
GINA
15

hullo,
most days, there isn't a rain cloud.
really.
i dissect myself here, sometimes.
and i usually do strange things to my correction tapes.
i would be fulfilling all my childhood dreams now,
if i hadn't forgotten all of them.
i'm afraid of many, many things
but i'm not afraid to be afraid of them.
i have a nose, a mouth and two eyes.
but of course, this is the internet.
i could be an anorexic penguin or something and nobody would even know.

take everything with a pinch of salt
(and a slight dash of sugar).




!SCREAM OUT.Y

yada yada yada. oncemore.


WHO, ME?Y

hello nice to meet you too :D


ooh; funky.

` i am sweet &and sour fourteen. and i want to be twentyone. but im okay with fourteen too.sorta.(:

` singlicious(: but unavailable. ><

` RSSIAN ;SIXONE07 .DHS.TWOIDYLLA.

` i don't post often unless i'm on a roll. but you didnt have to know that

` i moodswing like any other girl; but my moodswings are really, swinging.

` i love ferb. and oliver james. and channing tatum. one has green hair; the other two don't. O:

` my future is ZOMG™. or at least i seriously hope so.

` somethin' bout me-i absolutely adore chickflicks& chicklits.
those who don't believe in love&happyendings can go boil their tawny little heads.

` i hate posting about my day.

` i hate (too) posting about trips in day one, day two, day three formats.

` i secretly want a pure breed pony like any other girl. sorta.

` i love lists/listing. except when it comes to life. unpredictable is my middle name. among many others.

` i hate waiting in line.

` i love it when my turn in the line comes. especially if i'm buying food.

` chocolate is my middle name, my life and my substitube for just about anything. no shit.

` candy is mediocre. sweet stuff and what not. (chocolate doesnt count as candy.)

` next year i'll be fifteen. taylor swift sang about that before. O:

` when i'm sixteeeen, i can swipe my card at the dudes infront of the theater for nc16 shows(: sweet!

` i hate watching movies online but i do it anyway. desperation drives a girl forth.

` gachk. i'm not usually that desperate. it must be some good show, hunh.

` smileys are an absolutely must. and they do not count as punctuation sheesh.

` tiaras and toppings- a must if i ever become royal.

` i am. kinda. teehees.

` writing is my middle name. creative arts and what nots.

` colours maketh a woman so if you have a thing against them, steer clear!

` tatty teddy's aweseomly cute. all abandoned bears should end up like him.

` i don't have a favourite colour; unless pen-colour determines so; pink&purple wins hands down

` someday i will fall in love. do not laugh; it is very unfunny.

` and yes, i often burst out into song.

` i bounce around alot; gravity can't keep me dooooown!

` the pen is invariably mightier than the sword.

` i habour the ability to blast your brains over the floor but i practice regular self control.
most of the times.

` i am not-so-secretly in love with whipped cream. i lick that stuff when no one is looking/ infront of the whole world. who gives a shit, really?

` i love the way you blend dairy products and chocolate bits and cream into awesome double chocolate frappes.

` i crave for doublecheese burgers once every week. at situated times.

` i am a romance writer in the making. sorta.
for those who don't believe in love- i hope you fall head over heels one day and i'll be there to say 'i told you so.' *snarl*

` happyendings are usually overrated.
but not entirely impossible.

` a perfect guy, on the other hand; drat what are the odds?

` with music, comes dancing. or at least embarrasing, futile attempts that will not see the light of day(:

` with dancing, comes crazy, bubbled up giggling. but pretend i didnt say anything.

` i feel woozy and slurred after i pop small triangular pink pills. just so you know.

` maybe i'll even go blond someday.

` sometimes my life is a bad sitcom. mismatched ironies; cliches and what nots.

` i don't drink cooler/bottled mineral water unless absolutely necessary.

` i devour books. and i'm never truly full.

` correction tapes too. there never seem to be enough for me graah.

` i have a thing for skinnyties(:

` i love anything in mini/bite-sized; most of the times.

` i find myself subconsciously owning a heckload of red objects. heaven knows why O:

` i adore late night talks with special people.

` i honestly can't give good advice and everything i predict screws up/ doesn't come true. you have been warned.

` i love walking&talking. long dreamy stretches that edge on forever.

` i can't stand cryptic people but i love being cryptic.

well,
i dance in the shower and sing in the rain; i twirl around people and run towards food; fall head over heels for anything particularly cute with a smart mouth; and eat hotdog buns before the actual hotdogs. i have an overactive imagination and crazy action-packed dreams.
i hate using umbrellas and got tangled up in a disposible raincoat once.
my spelling is screwed up.
cucumbers and celery are exceptionally unappealing.
i never wanted to be a disney princess when i was young. still don't.
when i'm crazy about somethin' i go all out.
i'm only organized for certain things.
i will absolutely not tell you who the posters in my room are of.
i have a thing against floral prints
i do alot of nuts& bolts when i'm alone(:
i'm abit freaked by cats.
i have a thing for ribbons;
piano is my other profession.
i have a thing for black.
i eat tomatoes& apples whole& raw.
i can't recite the alphabet backwards since i'm struggling with forward already.
i'm half-nocturnal. sometimes full.
i love doodling. it's my part-time occupation.
daydreaming would be the full-time one.
i can't ever remember my dreams at all and half the time it annoys the shyt out of me.
i can't learn languages. seriously.
i get into heated arguments/ name-calling with the voice in my head. usually cranky snapping on my part :X
i cannot watch horror films. so sue me.
i love tracing paper and sketchy markers.
i am not quite so fragile-.-
there are two sides of me; the other only some has seen(:
i am truly not all glitter and rainbows.
i am a sucker for romance and what nots.
my evil twin runs loose somewhere.
so whatever it is; it's probably her fault.
i am me.
i'm kinda side to side. fickle and cranky one hour; happy and intoxicated the next.
the weight of the world is never on my shoulders.
it doesn't take much to blow me away;
but it takes a lifetime to comprehend me.
even for myself.
;/ especially for myself.
` i do alot of crazy shit.


but you know; it's a phrase. we'll grow out of it, they say. it'll pass eventually and they will all grow up, people say. but,.
a phrase? maybe.
what if these are the best part of our lives?
people come and go and be judgmental about a lot of things; but it's not a phrase, this time.
it's just me and you.
against the world.
life is so very short and should be wasted on chocolate and good books.
sing in the shower
and dance in the rain.
occasionally;
break the rules and bring down the house!
ohyes, we rule the world; phrase or not.

this ain't entirely a phrase; this is just us.
who we are.
may the memories never end.
not in this lifetime.
or the next.



FOR TEENAGERS WHO WILL LIVE ON AND ON!
>toast<
` and yes; we're forever

DOORWAY TO NARNIA;Y

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