I've neglected my blog T_T
Mostly because I've been getting most of thoughts out in the journal my grandma got me... I carry it around with me, just write about random things that happen or I find interesting. Which I found makes my writing more detailed because I write when my thought is fresh and not something I look back at. So I'm just going to use my journal from now on. Although I'll still post things here, like pictures or videos. :)
Monday, April 9, 2012
Saturday, March 31, 2012
these 3 words: “slut, whore, bitch”.
Especially when someone calls a girl either a “slut”, “whore”, or “bitch”, and I’ve been calling people out on it.
For example, a friend of my friend called a girl walking by hot and then said “she’s probably a slut”. My automatic response: “What the fuck. Why would you say that?” His dumbass response: “I don’t want to be mean, but look at the way she’s dress and that make-up!!”
As much as I wanted to punch him in the throat, I just went of on a rant.
WHO GIVES A FUCK WHAT A GIRL WEARS ON HER FACE OR WEARS ONHER BODY?
You have no fucking right to judge her simply on what she’s wearing or how she wears her make up, especially calling her either a “slut” or “whore”.
This doesn’t just happen with guys, unfortunately girls also do this too.
But really it doesn’t even have to do with clothes and makeup on women, it could be other shit too. Like a girl can have multiple sexual partners, but then a man could have the same amount of partners and OH SHIT. IT’S SO TABOO THAT A GIRL CAN BE WITH SO MANY MEN. But that asshole whose had the same about of women doesn’t get shit about it?
Can people just stop? Seriously! Stop being assholes and just think for a minute. A girl can wear whatever she wants, put whatever she wants on her face and do whatever she wants. Don’t judge her and don’t call her anything because you can’t ASSUME anything and it’s not your life.
It’s nearly 2am, I’m cranky as fuck. I hate everyone.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Séisouso / Reveil (Quidam, Cirque Du Soleil)
Séisouso
Reveil
speechless. I need to see Cirque Du Soleil, I really do.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
red tea + dark chocolate
mmm. Had a hard time focusing on my reading, so I took a break with a hot cup of red tea and a piece of chocolate. BEST EVER. And it helped! Got half way through a chapter, woo!
Monday, March 12, 2012
So far in my life there are only few men in my life that I can truly love, trust and count on. One of those men is my Dad. My dad is the strangest person I know, but is also one of the best people I know. There are times where I don't understand him or he doesn't understand me but he still tries to. He talks to me when something is bothering him, but also doesn't tell me things to protect me. Most of all he is always there for me no matter what. For that I give my Dad infinite thanks.
After my morning class, I felt some light cramps in my stomach and back. But once I got to my car, the cramps became more intense and very painful... (This happens to me most of the time, I'm usually prepared but I was caught off guard this time.) As I was driving, I kept telling myself that I could make it home, but at a certain point the pain made me dizzy and I felt like I was going to pass out. I pulled over, and decided to rest out the pain until it became tolerable. I laid in my car with a spare jacket over my stomach hoping the warmth would give some relief. About 15 minutes passed and the pain just got worse like it always does, the seats of my car curve to match a seated body so laying there wasn't helping much.
I called my dad, asking him to pick me up and from that he only asked where I was. I guess he could hear the agony in my voice even though I tried not making it seem like such a big deal. After that he found me in about 10 minutes and took me home.
I am grateful for my Dad being there for me. He's only seen me like this once before, because usually I'm prepared for it, but my body decided to leave me with no signs to prepare for. If I didn't have my dad to count on, I probably would still been in my car waiting it out.
After my morning class, I felt some light cramps in my stomach and back. But once I got to my car, the cramps became more intense and very painful... (This happens to me most of the time, I'm usually prepared but I was caught off guard this time.) As I was driving, I kept telling myself that I could make it home, but at a certain point the pain made me dizzy and I felt like I was going to pass out. I pulled over, and decided to rest out the pain until it became tolerable. I laid in my car with a spare jacket over my stomach hoping the warmth would give some relief. About 15 minutes passed and the pain just got worse like it always does, the seats of my car curve to match a seated body so laying there wasn't helping much.
I called my dad, asking him to pick me up and from that he only asked where I was. I guess he could hear the agony in my voice even though I tried not making it seem like such a big deal. After that he found me in about 10 minutes and took me home.
I am grateful for my Dad being there for me. He's only seen me like this once before, because usually I'm prepared for it, but my body decided to leave me with no signs to prepare for. If I didn't have my dad to count on, I probably would still been in my car waiting it out.
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