Wednesday, May 26, 2010
"Doin' it for the fame 'cause we wanna live the life of the rich and famous."
I love Gaga and these remixes are BEYOND (!!!!!) amazing.
Monday, May 24, 2010
"I can't tell you what I learned from school, but I could tell you a story or two."
He took us [to a strip club] and the girls were all kind of fat. I know I'm fat, but I don't prance around naked... Well, in public I don't.
-AK
I have the best friends ever.
-AK
I have the best friends ever.
"You can't play our broken strings."
I have too many thoughts and no guitar to share them with.
... But at least I have LA to look forward to NEXT WEEK!!!!
... But at least I have LA to look forward to NEXT WEEK!!!!
Saturday, May 22, 2010
"I can't save you if you don't let me."
So nice to see your face again- tell me, how long has it been since you’ve been here? You look so different than before. You’re still the person I adore, frozen with fear.
All out of love but I take it from the past.
All out of words cause I’m sure it’ll never last.
I’ve been saving these last words for one last miracle, but now I’m not sure. I can’t save you if you don’t let me. You just get me like I’ve never been gotten before...
"Zip your lip like a padlock."
I really need to get this off my chest.
I've struggled with my stance on this issue for a really long time. At first, I was strongly opposed to marijuana and anything to do with it; however, over time, my opinion has changed along with the rest of the world's, and I've had enough time to really think about the subject and come to an actual conclusion on my own.
I don't hate it, but I don't love it either.
What I'm wondering is why exactly there are people who place marijuana on a high pedestal, who go as far as to worship it as their god, and who place it second to (or even before) sex* in their list of top five things that they love.
*Yeah, I really met someone who believes that marijuana is better than sex.
Okay, I get it. Or at least, I think I do, based on the experiences that I've had. You may not agree. Whatever.
It's something to do at parties. It's something to do with your friends on a Friday night when you want to unwind from the stress of the work/school week. It's the safest "recreational drug". The way I see it, marijuana is something like... a fun enhancer. You're already out with people you love, you're already having fun, let's all do something "recreational".
What I don't understand is people who feel the need to get high every day or as often as they can. I have been trying to understand this for months and I still can't figure it out. Everyone knows someone who "can't live without it". So, does that mean that their lives are that sad or pathetic? Do they have nothing else going on in their lives that makes them as happy as being high? Do they have nothing else to look forward to but a joint at the end of the day? I'm posing these questions because all the hard stoners I know don't have much going for them in their lives, or they have a lot of bad shit going for them instead. It's a false sense of happiness you experience with that drug and that's what confuses me about the whole thing.
Man, I just reread this and do I come off as a pretentious bitch or what? Whatever, I don't care. I needed to get this off my brain and here it is. Feel free to debate.
I've struggled with my stance on this issue for a really long time. At first, I was strongly opposed to marijuana and anything to do with it; however, over time, my opinion has changed along with the rest of the world's, and I've had enough time to really think about the subject and come to an actual conclusion on my own.
I don't hate it, but I don't love it either.
What I'm wondering is why exactly there are people who place marijuana on a high pedestal, who go as far as to worship it as their god, and who place it second to (or even before) sex* in their list of top five things that they love.
*Yeah, I really met someone who believes that marijuana is better than sex.
Okay, I get it. Or at least, I think I do, based on the experiences that I've had. You may not agree. Whatever.
It's something to do at parties. It's something to do with your friends on a Friday night when you want to unwind from the stress of the work/school week. It's the safest "recreational drug". The way I see it, marijuana is something like... a fun enhancer. You're already out with people you love, you're already having fun, let's all do something "recreational".
What I don't understand is people who feel the need to get high every day or as often as they can. I have been trying to understand this for months and I still can't figure it out. Everyone knows someone who "can't live without it". So, does that mean that their lives are that sad or pathetic? Do they have nothing else going on in their lives that makes them as happy as being high? Do they have nothing else to look forward to but a joint at the end of the day? I'm posing these questions because all the hard stoners I know don't have much going for them in their lives, or they have a lot of bad shit going for them instead. It's a false sense of happiness you experience with that drug and that's what confuses me about the whole thing.
Man, I just reread this and do I come off as a pretentious bitch or what? Whatever, I don't care. I needed to get this off my brain and here it is. Feel free to debate.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
"Oooooh, she got it all."
Life's funny!
I have a love-hate relationship with surprises. I'm boring and I usually like knowing what's going to happen, but the odd surprise is okay sometimes. For example, a few days ago, I received some pretty great news. I mean, it was more than just great. It was news of epic proportions! It had to do with Backstage Romance (aka, Danielle, Tiffany, and I) and it was an AWESOME surprise. I ran around doing a happy dance for like, 20 minutes and sent them the news via BBMs in capital letters because I was so excited.
We are face-to-face with a huge opportunity.
All of a sudden, we're scrambling to raise funds so that we can be in LA in less than a month.
Tomorrow, I'm going to the passport office to apply for an urgent passport.
I have a love-hate relationship with surprises. I'm boring and I usually like knowing what's going to happen, but the odd surprise is okay sometimes. For example, a few days ago, I received some pretty great news. I mean, it was more than just great. It was news of epic proportions! It had to do with Backstage Romance (aka, Danielle, Tiffany, and I) and it was an AWESOME surprise. I ran around doing a happy dance for like, 20 minutes and sent them the news via BBMs in capital letters because I was so excited.
We are face-to-face with a huge opportunity.
All of a sudden, we're scrambling to raise funds so that we can be in LA in less than a month.
Tomorrow, I'm going to the passport office to apply for an urgent passport.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
"Oh my gosh."
Sorry for the increase in Youtube video posts, but this is actually a really great arrangement of this song. The original version by Usher is my current guilty pleasure (along with Ke$ha's Your Love is my Drug... Fuck!), and yeah... I've been reluctant to acknowledge that Usher has made any good music since his old music like, ten years ago (think U Remind Me, U Don't Have to Call, U Got It Bad), but this song is winning me over. David Choi's cover is awesome, too.
Friday, May 7, 2010
"Nothing comes close to the golden coast."
New Katy! It's no secret how much I love Katy Perry. I'm already addicted to this song.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Saturday, May 1, 2010
"You've got what it takes."
Lately, I've been working out a lot.
I don't know where the motivation came from or how it is still alive in me, but I'm grateful for it because I haven't felt this way... ever. It's been about a month since I've started.
Every time, I set for myself a goal of at least 45 minutes of intense cardio followed or preceded by any fitness class that my gym is offering that day. Pilates and Abs/Butt/Thighs classes are my favourite! Gaga is my inspiration. While I run, I repeat to myself, "Just five more minutes", every time I feel like giving up. By the end of it, sweat is literally dripping off of my body and I'd probably be unrecognizable to anyone who knows me. It's supa sexy, ha.
Who knew that I would ever be okay with running?
I must be crazy, but it feels really good.
I don't know where the motivation came from or how it is still alive in me, but I'm grateful for it because I haven't felt this way... ever. It's been about a month since I've started.
Every time, I set for myself a goal of at least 45 minutes of intense cardio followed or preceded by any fitness class that my gym is offering that day. Pilates and Abs/Butt/Thighs classes are my favourite! Gaga is my inspiration. While I run, I repeat to myself, "Just five more minutes", every time I feel like giving up. By the end of it, sweat is literally dripping off of my body and I'd probably be unrecognizable to anyone who knows me. It's supa sexy, ha.
Who knew that I would ever be okay with running?
I must be crazy, but it feels really good.
"The only other half that makes me whole."
Just a baby.
Common, but closest to my heart. Literally.
*Yes, I removed the previous photo and changed it to this one because the other one showed too much side boob... hehe.
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