(You the illest)

Phew. Ok. Now that I got that out of the way (as an my obsession to quote and rap Nicki Minaj songs), I’m going to write about, yes, obsession–things that I’m currently obsessed with and when I mean obsessed, I don’t mean in the cute definition where “I’m currently obsessed with these cute pair of H&M shorts”–NO. This is worse. This is annoying. And it is real!

Now before we continue, I highly suggest you to play this song while reading the rest of this entry:

1. Watching how-to-dance tutorials on YouTube.

I literally go clubbing only once or twice a year so I s’pose you can say that I am quite clueless when it comes to stomping my feet, grinding on other women’s crotches, pelvic thrusting, and whatever other dance moves you crazy kids do at the club nowadays. A few months ago, when I found out I actually had plans to go clubbing, I knew the last thing I wanted to happen when I’m there was to be that one girl who looks like she’s prepping for a DDR tournament.

So, since “shuffling” sort of recently became quite popular and mainstream all thanks to LMFAO, I, without shame, looked up videos on how to shuffle (lol). I watched a few tutorials that lead me to practice a couple of hours a day for three months. Thanks to my Asian genes and my pathetic drive to master the art of shuffling, I’m in much better shape, I’ve lost all fear of clubbing, and I’m now officially part of the Hardcore Steez Shuffling Crew.

Ok, fine. The last part was a lie, though I’m sure it could’ve made one hell of a great story for “Step Up 8: Shufflution”.

2. Cosplay, Cosplay and Cosplay.

I’m obsessed in a way that I beat myself up all the time for not starting this incredibly fun crafty hobby back in high school, ’cause by the time I’ll be able to make a decent costume, I’m probably going to be too old and saggy to dress up (see: Tiff in 34 Years).

Since last July, I’ve been trying to play catch up by reading an overwhelming amount of research on creating armor and props. My head hurts from all of it, and I think if anyone steps into my backyard, they’re going to get high right off the bat because of the various smells of paint and resin (see: the title of this blog entry). Regardless, I’m having a lot of fun and I really can’t wait to show you guys what I’ve come up with so far (not including the god-awful staff).

3. “These cute pair of H&M shorts!”

Alright, so I gave in.  What can I say? I’m a typical woman who squeals at anything she finds absurdly cute and then shares her finds with her girlfriends. It’s not exactly a pair of H&M shorts like I mentioned, and not truly obsessive…but goddamnit it’s f*cking cute as hell.

PINK & PIMPED STUDDED COLLARS

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There’s a DIY for that here, and you bet your ass I’m going to do it. Expect a new entry on that soon. ^_^

Dear Sims Social on Facebook,

You are a terrible Facebook app…but I can’t stop, I can’t. You see–you don’t understand what it’s like to create a Sim only to find out that she can’t stop pissing, sleeping, ho-ing around and eating, it just never f*cking ends! And the house? My god, the house, shit’s always breaking, leaking and doing things that’s always chappin’ my ass; I always gotta go fix it.

I can never be free…no, no…not until she’s happy and everything’s perfect. Everything needs to be perfect. Yes. Yes? Yes.

Sincerely,
Forever a Prisoner

Ah geez, I shouldn’t have ordered that large boba tea last night because I can’t fall asleep, at all. This rarely happens. My mind isn’t exactly use to this so I’m going bonkers. But, here I am, on the computer with my sunglasses on because my eyes can’t stand bright light at the moment.

I’m just going to start spouting whatever comes out of my mind on this entry until I get, hopefully, sleepy. I have nothing better to do. Blogging nonsensically sure as hell beats laying on the bed consciously for hours.

Let’s go:

1. The unpleasant growling of my stomach, for some unknown reason, sometimes get mistaken for the sound of farts. I don’t mind so much if it happens around my friends, but if it’s in a classroom, lobby or any other quiet room full of strangers–then it’s not cool at all. I can’t say out loud, “Wait–that was my stomach, seriously guys,” unless I don’t mind running the risk of sounding weird. Crap. Which is worse? Letting strangers think you’re weird by announcing it actually came from the stomach OR letting strangers think you’re a gross person for “farting” in public by not saying anything at all? Tough call.
2. The most unattractive-sounding slang word thing is “schlong”. It’s gross, just gross. Every time I hear someone use that, I picture this icky gargantuan penis slapping people’s faces left and right.
3. Ever since Facebook existed, I seriously can’t stand looking at some people’s faces and their facial expressions. I’m sure there are people who probably can’t stand mine, whatever. But uh, seriously–I’m sure they are good people and they mean well–but some of these faces, these redundant expressions, I see truly deserve a good slapping.
4. On my free time, I’ve been trying to “study” different accents of the English language so I can imitate them in the most convincing way possible. It’s not for an audition or anything, it’s really just for fun and out of pure interest. I think it’s marvelous and quite funny at the same time that just ONE language can sound so utterly different in so many different ways depending where you come from.
5. I don’t believe chicks who wear I <3 NERDS t-shirts actually a have a thing for them. Nerds aren’t hot. Dorks aren’t either. They’re quite hideous in real life, so stop thinking that most of them look like the cast from “The Big Bang Theory”.

Ok, now I’m sleepy. G’night folks (well technically, g’morning).