Monthly Archives: May 2008

Tiff’s manuel on dating Tiff #3: Show little to no signs of interest

Who wants someone easy? A person who you find attractive yet seems virtually impossible to woo means a delectable challenge waiting to be beaten.

The most awesomesauce guy I had ever met by far had high standards and never wanted to show an ounce of interest in me (a turn on, spankyouverymuch). I eventually completed my assignment by winning his heart because I had done the same to him.

But it didn’t end there, we continued to talk because everything about us just worked. One of the crucial things that made our DATING (he was not my boyfriend) relationship so thrilling, addictive and weird was our attitude of “I’m too good for him/her” towards each other. Both of us were “too good” to make the first move, or we were “too good” to divulge how we really felt about each other, so we’d actually wait for one of us to initiate some love-related shit (’cause you can only hold in so much). And when that did happen, it was always like a huge relief since we seldom open up. You know that feeling when you’re significant other holds your hands for the very first time? Yeah, it’s kind of like that. It’s nice.

I was discreetly working for his affection and attention while he was working for mine. And little by little, we were slowly opening up to each other. I really think that’s what kept our relationship together so interesting and unpredictable.

We don’t talk anymore, due to distance, but I’m sure we’ll meet again in the future.

But the bottom line is life is boring without having challenges and nothing good ever comes easy. =)

We would like to play the Wii Pole

Alright, it’s official, the Wii owns every other game console out there in the universe. Video games, in a nutshell, are fun-there’s no doubt about that, but they’re notorious for causing severe inactivity and weight gains. To avoid potential health problems, we cannot simply reduce the amount of game time, as some of us tend to mix up “a few more minutes” for a “a few more hours.” If we can’t get away from the problem then what do we do? We channel it to something good, we channel it to the Wii Fit! Word on the streets says they’re already sold out too just after one week of releasing it.

It’s an actual game that involves actual bodily activity. It comes with the Wii Balance Board which functions as your handy dandy controller and personal scale. My only concern is that the board is white, pure white. Can you possibly imagine the countless numbers of filthy looking footprints that are going to be attacking that thing by the end of the month? Gross.

Yeah it’s kind of like DDR, except you don’t have to move in retarded-like motions and the game offers a range of activities that’ll help you get into better shape activities such as yoga, snowboarding, stretching, jogging, et cetera.

I don’t own one yet, but I think I’d purchase one in a heartbeat if pole dancing were one of Wii Fit’s fun-filled physical activities. I mean-what better way to enhance your upper body strength in a creative way than a good ol’ pole dancing lesson?

Pole dancing could be an extension of Wii Fit, given that it might get in the way of other activities (parents might not be too happy about watching their little girls swinging around poles either). You can separately purchase a pole, a Wii Pole, if you will, and somehow have it join to the Wii Balance Board.

And wallah! You have something like this:

Hmm…I think we might be on to something here.

Update 5/27: Oy vey! Look what I found Wii Pole Dancing Game

Mustaches are a must.

I’ve been seeing a lot of that rugged look on guys lately. You know, the ones that looked like they just attacked a huge fucking bear and drank python blood for three consecutive months? Ok. Maybe not. But I’m talking about guys who grow out their facial hair. I don’t know if it’s because they’re too gotdamn lazy to shave, or that it’s a trend or maybe a combination of both, but I like it.

Mustaches and five o’clock shadows are sexy and can be very manly and manliness equals to hotness; they give your face more of a personality. Not only do they look great but also they feel great. I must have tough skin since I know for a fact that most women find it rather painful to kiss a man with rough facial hair, whereas I take pleasure in stroking and caressing my cheeks against the jagged stubbles whilst my hands…and I’m stopping before this turns into a sex tape.

Moustaches and beards are excellent for concealing any imperfection one might possess such as unwanted pimples, wrinkles, fat, herpes and the like. Should a hairy guy shave, he will lose major points in the attractive scale.

A man needs his mustache just like a woman needs her makeup. When you take away his mustache, you’re also taking a piece of his dignity and the X amount of asses he could’ve tapped if he only had the stache.

Obviously, I am speaking in general (ie: some may look good with or without it), but I’ll give you an example of a guy who needs facial man hair to win the gals…and American Idol in this case:

David Cook.

He’s not that bad looking, sort of cute actually, and that’s because he didn’t shave. And look he’s crying! Wah! Crying takes away a lot of man points, but with the help of the divinity of his facial hair, we really don’t care that he’s shedding happy tears.

Now here’s a photo of him with little hair.

Don’t mind the watermark (“Not for public use” FUCK YOU!!)!

Since David seems to be a kind, gentle soul (whatever that means), I’ll try to be nice and only apply one word for the photo above, “NO.”

Lookbook.nu

Since TODAY is the LAST DAY of school, I’ve decided to celebrate by putting up a new layout for this site! Wooo! Yeah, that’s my kind of partying, making layouts on photoshop and all, pretty gnarly huh?

And to all you fashionistas and lovers of fashion out there, I’ve a got an amazing website that you might want to check out: Lookbook.nu

An international social experiment for lovers of fashion and purveyors of style…inspired by the internet phenomenon that is “What are you wearing today?”…and streetstyle blogs like the sartorialist…LOOKBOOK is a new kind of online community where real people share the art of their look and get inspired by original styles from every corner of the globe.

In order to register, you need an invite code, fortunately the creator of the website was kind to make a personalized one for me to give out to you guys. So if you want to join, just leave me a comment and I’ll email you with the code. Yes? YES!

My lookbook profile is here if anyone wants to stalk me there.

And since we’re talking about fashion, I’d like to mention that I use to breathe it 24/7, but now that I’m doing things and I’m in places that does not acquire tasteful attire (like home lol), I rarely go shopping and I’ve stopped reading fashion magazines. Though, the thing with fashion is that it’s another form of art, or it can be, thus I’m still addicted to Project Runway and I’m still very much inspired by the creative blend of outfits that I see some people wear, I just don’t think it’s necessary to update my wardrobe anymore, unless I turn into a lardass, which is a whole nother story. Anyways, sign the fuck up! :)

Symmetrical faces.

So research shows that we are subconsciously more attracted to people with symmetrical faces. I am not one of those people, but if I did have a well-proportioned face it would look something like this:

The left photo is based on the right side of my face, and the right photo is my left side.

After some careful deliberation, I’ve decided that the left side is my good side…yeah that’s the crip side. HA!! I crack myself up sometimes. Ok not funny. Anyways, it’s kind of adorable, in a freakishly Star Trek kind of way, but check out the raunchy photo on the left! Shit guys, you’re telling ME that I’d get laid if I’d looked like that?

I think I’ll pass and stick with my original, asymmetrical sex face.

Extreme Makeunder

I had some time to spare so I decided to leave my mediocre geektastic looking self today to perform a little makeup test run on my face. And if you haven’t read my last entry yet, I’m going to be an awesomely badass Tokidoki girl for a fun event, and since I’m no superstar makeup artist, I need to prep myself.

And this is my first attempt:

(btw I wasn’t flipping off the camera)

Expecting to look like a beautiful work of art, I ended up looking like a beautiful Thai tranny…I did not sign up to be a Thai tranny for Comic Con!!

In attempt to alleviate some of the anger that I have for my manly Thai facial features, I tried to turn my hair into a trashy Peggy Bundy like bun (which only took two seconds), and executed a great Amy Winehouse Aimee Wonghouse impersonation.

Say hello to your tokidoki girl


A friend and I had a nice conversation at a frozen yogurt bar last night and discussed our attire for this year’s Comic Con.

I don’t know about her yet, but I’ve decided that I’m going to dress up for the convention as… a Tokidoki girl! Oh the excitement! Oh the thrills!

I can’t wait to change my hair. I can’t wait to wear make up. I can’t wait to draw fake Tokidoki tattoo sleeves on my arms and back. I can’t wait to show off their accessories. And I’m totally oogling like a typical teenage girl!

I’m not entirely sure what I should wear and how I want my hair to look like (for those that know me, you know I’m definitely not afraid to cut and dye my hair every month or so!) , if you have any suggestions please send them in.

This is off topic but it’s my little reminder for those who like what I like: The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Capsian, the movie, is going to hit the theaters this friday the 16th. Whoa COW! You bet your ass I’ll be at the movies chowing down on my popcorn. So buy them tickets.

Anyways, on topic:

Tokidoki! <3

I made a monster.

I made a horrible mistake yesterday. My niece was having trouble making a mask so I insisted to help her.

Well…it turns out that the mask I made for her is creepy as fuck! Especially when it’s on little kids, it’s fucking creepy. And the simple fact that she never wanted to take it off added more creepiness to the whole situation.

I have proof of its creeptivity:

Aw man what the hell is that?! She needs to take the mask off before it controls her to steal candy and hurt tiny animals.

The mask CERTAINLY reminds me of The Strangers, a horror movie that’s set to come out on May 30. From what I can tell, it’s about a young couple who are terrorized by a family of twisted mask-wearing murderers that sneak into the couple’s house. Judging by the trailer, it looks very scary, and very scary is very good. And yes, I’ll be watching this on the 30th.

Here’s a screen shot of the movie that happens to look like the picture I took of my niece. Ahhhhhhhh!!

The Renaissance Faire

I don’t have much to write for today, only posted pictures that I took at the Renaissance Pleasure Fair in Irwindale. All in all, I had too much fun and ate waay too much.

Enjoy the photos! You can find a few more on my flickr.

You might recognize these guys…

I <3 Dentist.

Am I the only person in this universe who actually enjoys going to the dentist?

I have an appointment with the dentist tomorrow afternoon and since I’m so delighted about my forthcoming oral spa-like treatment, thought I’d should share how immense my love is for the dentists to you.

Like any normal child, I, too, was once petrified of them. No, but really, I’m surprised that I’m not traumatized by the first dentist-turned-Freddy Kruger that I had in my childhood years. I’m telling you, man, that bitch was the worst of THE WORST dentist you could possibly get, and she probably hated kids too.

The lady that I use to get my teeth done usually wore a white lab coat that always had crusted blotches of red and brown splattered all around the stomach area. She was always talking smack about how gross my teeth were to my mother, but the assistant would always come to my rescue and mumble his obliging words of encouragement to me such as, “Don’t listen to her she just likes being mean.”

She never injected enough Novocain into my gums, so every tooth that was pulled, every tooth that was repetitively yanked by her stingy-i-don’t-want-to-waste-my-novocain-butthole, I had felt (could you have imagine the molars?!?!).

When I found out I had to surgically remove four of my wisdom teeth at the age of 17, the first thing I did was to find a new dentist practice because there was no way on earth I’d go back to that place which bears a striking resemblance of the movie Hostel to SURGICALLY remove MY wisdom teeth. No, hell no, that’s like equivalent to eating a pile of boogers and then jumping into a river of flesh eating piranhas.

Well I had later found a new place that I actually liked. The people seemed caring and professional, as they should; everything was clean including their lab coats. And you get your own personal room with a TV at the top of the corner. Yeah, TVs always good, but sometimes I get this dentist that has really huge tits and her tits are always blocking the TV when she performs on my teeth, and I’m always tempted to ask her to move her tits out of the way so I could watch an episode of Full House, but I guess that’s alright.

I’ve been going there for the past couple of years because the stuff they do to my teeth feels like a luxurious massage made in heaven, including the shots they inject into my gums whenever I need to get my cavities filled. Yeah it is sort of painful, but it hurts so good!

They even told me that I make their job a piece of cake. Did you know that dentists have one of the highest suicidal rates than most careers? That’s because people either hate them or they’re completely terrified of them or both. It’s unfortunate but it’s very true. So the next time you see your dentist, try not to give them a hard time. :-)