Daniel Kim

I’m running a fever right now. I feel like shit. All hot and cold all over. But then I found this guy and he makes me feel a tad bit better. (Was listening to mash ups)

Nothing much to say, really. I just this song alot. I like the cover alot. I like him alot.

I blushed when I watched this video.

I bet he sings the panties off his girlfriend because if he isn’t doing it yet then he should really get on with it.

Off to go get waterproof UNO cards. Leaving work early. I can’t stand being cooped up at my desk, need to walk this fever off.

x
Cherie

Children

If I have a kid, he/she MUST turn out like that. There is no in between.

I’ve probably been on this topic alot since I’ve advanced into aunt-hood, but let’s talk about it again. Let’s talk about children.

Yes, those pesky literal squirts that look like aliens when they are first born and grow into miniatures of their parents with the sole intent of shoving anything and everything into their mouths. Personally, I like them. I like pinching them, I like carrying them. I’m just not too fond of baby farts, diaper changing and oh my God, do you know how heavy they get in the first few month? My biceps can’t keep up.

As the only unmarried and unattached child of my father (for now I hope), I tend to get teased alot for being single. Let’s not get to the point that I’ve been single my entire life -I’m not even kidding- and it’s probably because of all the teasing that the notion of having a kid has actually popped into my mind and stayed there for a good week. 

I’m talking about skipping the entire boyfriend deal, marriage scam and over-exaggerated sex and simply popping a mini-me out. 

I’ve thought about it and wouldn’t it be a sweet deal?

I don’t run the risk of cheating husbands, naggy mother-in-laws and possibly marriage debt. Plus I get the cutest little thing out of everything. Very much like a Pokemon, where you get to train and equip with skills like piano lessons and ballet class.

I’d probably spend time teaching them everything. From their languages,


How to socialize with other human spawns,

My kind of hygiene,

How to manage anger,


MUSIC.

How to do laundry,

I could even be a sports mom

So you see, I wouldn’t be that bad a mom. I’d be the fracking coolest of them all.

x
Cherie

I’m working I swear

HELLO PEOPLE OF THE INTERNET.

I’m back and am currently typing this at work because I currently am procrastinating on calling people when it’s so close to lunch. All I ever remember doing during my part time job is calling people. It started with 10 people on the first day, 50 on the second and 100 the next. NOW, I have to call people back for both me and my other colleague because she had to go back to school for her Final Year Project (FYP).

I hate calling people so much, I don’t even know where to start but here’s a pretty accurate adaptation of how I feel half way through calling.

And FYI, I did get poked by a pencil like that.

I threw the pencil away but my thumb still hurts.

Honestly, I’m not too sure what I’m actually doing here, meaning I don’t actually have a fixed job. Most of the time I help my supervisor (because that’s my actual job scope stated in my contract) but other departments mobilize me (E.g Calling people all day.) to help them with stuff. It’s probably because they’re more familiar with me (you know being an intern here before and all), so it’s easier to ask. Kind of makes me feel like everyone’s little bitch, though it’s better than dying of boredom and rotting into my chair.

In social life news, I’ve been making new friends everytime I go to the comic store. Good friends, nice friends, friends who speak languages I don’t understand and new friends who make me feel weird around them. Which is a first. I’ve never exactly felt weird around people. It could be a sign that he may be my long lost brother who was cast out because he wasn’t awesome enough.


NAW. Not even close. No way.

Nevertheless, I’ve been having fun after work as I try my best not to step on any tails. For one, some people don’t like their heads pat and for another, being told what to do. The hair part, I understand, just not the latter. How else are you going to work if you aren’t going to let people tell you what to do? /bitter
Well, unless you set up your own company, then I’ll have nothing to say.

MOVING ON.

I’ve also been thinking about my love life. I don’t exactly have one for obvious reasons if you read earlier into my blog. But people are starting to ask me why and are speculating if I’m lying about never having one. How can someone with a mind as dirty as mine have no boyfriend (ever)? *gasp* She must be lesbian.

But I’m not, okay. God knows I love dick too much. Just not in the way most people intend it for.

Pros and cons of boys:

  • Con: They’re dicks

  • Pro: Their dicks

ANYWAY, IN BITCHY NEWS.
I hate to say this, but someone’s been pissing me off a lot and I can’t put my finger on why, I just feel like

Yes. This picture would be a very accurate depiction of how I feel towards him.
I admit, it could very well be my problem because his actions clashes with what I believe in, but I’ve never felt so repulsed in my life. Then again I may or may not have been a bitch to him. But whatever.

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one.

Sigh. My life has been so boring since I started work. It could be because of my period and I’m practically bleeding out but NO.
My feelings do not rule me! Yeah right.

Here’s a gif I found on tumblr. I’m off to fiddle with Photoshop and call more people.

Ta-ta
x

Youth – Daughter


Shadows settle on the place, that you left.
Our minds are troubled by the emptiness.
Destroy the middle, it’s a waste of time.
From the perfect start to the finish line.

And if you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones.
‘Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
Setting fire to our insides for fun

Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong
The lovers that went wrong.

We are the reckless,
We are the wild youth
Chasing visions of our futures
One day we’ll reveal the truth
That one will die before he gets there.

And if you’re still bleeding, you’re the lucky ones.
‘Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.

We’re setting fire to our insides for fun.
Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home, 
It was a flood that wrecked this…

… and you caused it…
… and you caused it…
… and you caused it… 

Well I’ve lost it all, I’m just a silouhette,
A lifeless face that you’ll soon forget,
My eyes are damp from the words you left,
Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.
Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.

And if you’re in love, then you are the lucky one,
‘Cause most of us are bitter over someone.
Setting fire to our insides for fun,
To distract our hearts from ever missing them.
But I’m forever missing him.

And you caused it,
And you caused it,
And you caused it