Office by Alex Penny
Tidbits of my life. Thoughts. Randomness. It's me.
humantii-ka: HI JEAN!!!! Didn't realize this was you until 30 seconds past. LOL!
Oh. HI TIKA! Didn’t see this message until now, lol. Yepper, it’s little ol’ me. =D It’s a great place to rant and blow off steam. I’m now on pinterest too. Check it out =D
That stupid kid.
Grrrr! He never answer when I am in desperate need of his respond. A NEED TO KNOW RIGHT AWAY. A you better call me back within the hour, but oh no, it takes a whole damn day sometimes.
What if it was an emergency call?!
If I need help right away, I know who not to call now.
Mood: really, really annoy at being annoy over such stupid things
But I can’t help it, it bothers me. It tells me what kind of person you are!
I hate jerks.
You’re going to meet me and fall for me for whatever reason. It might be my body, my eyes, or the little things that you girls care about. I’m going to take note of every attempt you make at me and play it cool the whole time. I come to the conclusion that you want me. We’re going to date for a…
I’m telling myself now. I won’t ever fall in love again. I can’t deal with it anymore. I have no strength to find love a second time. Call me a coward, I don’t give a fuck. Wherever my current relationship takes me, it’ll be my last. I just know it.
If this man and I end up breaking up, I’m done with love. Time to focus on just myself again. If this man and I end up getting married. Love has found me my match and may I live a happily married life with him. I love what I have with this man. After him, I’m done with relationship, until I’m in my forties. Cougar-style.
I’m too selfish to let myself fall in love again.
It’s a wonderful feeling, I tell you. But I’m not committed to stay with it in the long run.
=D
Three days of shopping. Mood: Happy
Plan four weekend trips. One per season. Great weekend getaway = a happier me
One down. Three more trips to go.
I went to Chicago a few weekend ago with my Mister. It was suppose to be a group trip, where I planned to karaoke the night away and dine on Korean barbeque ribs at one of their late night restaurant. Check out the aquarium and Navy Pier during the daylight hours and spend the rest of the time just relaxing and having a good time. However, everyone bailed out on us, so it was just my Mister and me. At the end, I’m glad it was just the two of us. It had been a while since we both treated ourselves out and did something fun.
We went to Shedd Aquarium on Saturday and the Alder Planetarium on Sunday. Something touristy that he didn’t really like, but had no choice but to go along with it, since he didn’t really help me plan the trip, hahas. In between everything, we didn’t really do much by laze around in our hotel room and took a swim in the hotel pool.
He really liked the Planetarium and wanted to buy a hundred dollar meteoroid ring. I won’t let him and he’s planning to come back to buy it some day. Maybe I’ll surprise him with it for his birthday….
I really wanted to go check out Navy Pier and the Skydeck. These two things will have to be postpone for another Chicago trip in the future.
We had a great time. Coming home, I didn’t want the weekend to end. I was less stress and ready to take on another week of life.
Mini getaways are a must even if it is only for the weekend. They’re good for you soul, your health—mentally and physically, and your spirit.
Now….. where to go next….
I just signed up on pinterest.com. Here’s my profile: http://pinterest.com/jlyang/
I’m liking it so far. Going to spend my time “wisely” and pin things I’m interest in, hahas.
via ohsopictures
via ohsopictures
Hey, hear me out. This is really important okay.
Look, we all wonder if time travel is possible, right? Well, let me tell you something… it is. I’m from the future, actually. I know you probably don’t believe that, but seriously, I’m from the future. It’s a really great thing; getting to see the past, watching events unfold… stuff like that. We know more now than we ever would.
Behind all the fun, though, there’s a more serious aspect. We aren’t supposed to go in our own lifetime, and we are NEVER allowed to contact our past selves. Let me tell you, I’m breaking that rule right now. Yes, kid, you’re talking to yourself. Your future self. I’m going to be executed for this, but you know what? I accept that. I’m preventing something by talking to you that is WORSE than death. I can’t tell you outright what to do, because the filters would catch it. This is the closest I can get, trust me. I can, however, send a little message.
You should probably read the first word of every paragraph now.
