Supa-splich

In 1582, William Shakespeare married Anne Hathaway.



O___o

Hahaha!!!

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Well, the mood has improved. I blamed hormones, PMS, and all that. But it looks like the the rough of the tumbles may be over.

I'm going to exhale, sit down, cast off my shoes, wear no pants and catch up on the pr0n, erm..I mean CREATIVE WRITING. Rumor has it, there is shirt-tail, wiggling feet and a planet that resembling Earth, somewhat.

Yay!

Arggghhhh!!!!!!1

Dear People,

We can live in peace or we can keep on pushing each other until we are thoroughly bruised and broken. Though, I would strongly advise you NOT to push my buttons for fun.

One of my goals in life is to see how far I can push someone and still get away with it.

I have many years of experience. You can gross me out, but I'm willing to bet my melon head that I can out-gross you. Do not start with me unless you are willing to take the retaliation. Vengeance is a part of the game.

There is no middle ground. I do not like to talk about gross stuff in general. So, we can stay in paradise where everything is flowery and shiny or we can battle in the deep dark depth of my special hell.

The choice is yours, choose wisely!

Cautiously yours,
Me.

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Gosh, I am in an extreme pissy-arse-mood today. The tone of the office is pretty much 'near-dead-passive'.

It makes me want to scream and throw tantrums just to ensure that I am still alive, and not one of them zombie corpses moping around in the office.

Take some speed, pop some ecstasy or go get coffee from my favorite Starbucks Boy. Do whatever you have to but do it fast. Just, look more lively, kids!!

'Special Hell' is for Starbucks Hero.

There is something cute and cuddly about the Starbucks boys – yes, even the one that is six feet tall with all his piercing and twenty-first century mohawk cut.

I walked into my usual Starbucks caffeine distribution establishment and, for a moment, I saw the redhead popped out from behind the 2 massive espresso machines, in which we secretly called The Two Towers. The head, then, popped out to the cashier side and whispered something to her while throwing me a glance glittered with mischievous before popping back behind The Two Towers.

The cashier girl looked up at me and giggled. "The usual?" She asked.

Moody as any sleepy-head would be before receiving the daily dosage of jolting juice, I nodded and hand her my Starbucks Card. She took it and ran it through the cash register before handing it back to me with a smile, "still asleep?"

I nodded again.

The redhead Starbucks boy popped his face out from the end of The Two Towers where customers receive their drinks. "Here you go," he said. As I reach for my cup, he leaned over the counter and spoke in low voice, "your cup of death."

Then he broke into a smile, a childish prankster I-got-you-this-time!, million-megawatts-brilliant, too bright in the morning smile. It was blinding for a few second. Until I took a sip from the cup, and the bolt of 6-shot espresso jolts hit me. It appears that the little devil also added about 10 extra pumps of Toffee Nut Syrup in my cup.

Good Boy!

Wigglin' jiggling spree!

*dances* I love a-wigglin' when I'm a-jigglin' a wiggle and a jigglin' spree.

Yeah, like I said, "wigglin' jigglin' wiggling free!"

I've been talking about this with you guys and singing this ALL DAY. Someone just told me..it's jell-o commercial.

Go see! Go see!! It's on TV.
*shakes booty* Jigglin' wigglin' spree!!1

Why can't I dream of Aragon instead?

In my dream, I was atop the rolling hills. A tall old man in white cloak shaking his bony finger an inch away from my face.

Cariad, he said, you carry your knowledge yet not wisdom
And that would be the weapon of your destruction.
Patience, my dear one. Endure what is to come.
And you shall see truth between glib tongues.

Cariad, he said, I can teach you all you need to learn
But wisdom, like respect, cannott be taught, but only earned
For never the one who said too much
Could be praise for their good judgment.

Cariad, he said, you are but much too young
You carry fire, yet know not whence it comes
Nay not look far, but hither
[he lowered his bony finger and poked me – twice – over my left chest]
Heed my words and comes what's your.

I woke up and lost half of my voice. I think the Gandalf-wanna-be dude took it! >.<

Slipping into the dreamworld

Holy shit Dung! I grew up with these guys. Had no idea they still exist. Bweeeeee!!!11

My cell phone has been missing in action since Sunday. One of these days, I shall give it the attention it deserves. Needless to say…no, I do not have my cell with me today. Again.

I miss Marcus Flint and his bad unique teeth.

Attention good parents! It is okay to make your child feel special. It is not okay to deceive your child into thinking that they are superior then any others. The world will crush them to pieces when you are not looking. It will be all your fault.

Places I want to re-visit before the end of this year:
- Solvang
- Catalina Island
- San Francisco
- Hogwarts

I have a couple of Casanova imps from bpal. Anyone what to adopt him? He's giving me headache. On the same note, Dragon's Hide has warmed itself to me. It's became one of my favorite now. Still, I will do major arse-kissing for Seven African Powers.

And dude! Kevin Whitby won't leave me alone. Silly badger!

Alright, In case anyone needs to find me, I'll be in the Slytherin Dungeon. I miss my testral-boy.

Forgive me father for I have sinn.

His eyes are the color of smokey-sky. Why, oh why, must he be a member of the crackpots? Why, why, why? *insert dramatic flailing here*

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Apologies, channeling muse here. Romeo and Juliet did this to me!

O Puritan, Puritan! wherefore art thou Puritan?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Sconette.

Hahaha!! Classic! Can't wait until the family found out Wench Trouble strikes again.

No drama. No no no drama.

'Why do we fall? So we can learn to pick ourselves up.' – Alfred, Batman Begins [2005]

Thank you everyone for the supports, the loves, the validations and the encouragements. I really *truly* appreciated it. You guys made me a very happy!Whitney. Thank you! ♥

Due to the tantrum yesterday, I have lots of work to catch up today. I didn't realize it until a couple of you rang me up to check if I am alright. Please know that even though I am quiet, I am okay.

Do not worry. The jovial!whitney will be returned to you shortly.

Love you guys, like, whoa!

[cross-posted to Morbid Journal]

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PS - haven't use this icon in a while. In you honor, man! You know who you are.

I am weaker by the day, it seems.

Would someone hold me and tell me that my life is worth something? That *I* worth something?

I don't normally do this. I considered myself to be quite optimistic. And I hate myself when I show weakness like this. I tried to convince myself that I am being over-sensitive. I tried to convince myself that it was not on purpose. But enough is enough, how much of blurted out thoughtless words does it take to make me give in?

I mean, I go through ups and downs all my life. Of course, sometimes I get sad, sometimes I get upset, sometimes I get angry, and sometimes I get depression.

But today, friends, today I am knocked into the pit of despair. I meet thing more vile than death, backstabbed by someone who called herself 'friend'.

I don't know. The way I see it. If someone hurts me and have an inkling of guilt, there's still hope yet. But if you hurt me and have no idea that you did, then nothing can be saved. We are too different.

I am needy. I need assurance. I need affirmation. Tell me that if I no longer exist, I will be sadly missed. Tell me that I am not stupid as she suggested. Tell me that I am not as useless as she said. Childish as I am, tell me I can do somehting right, too.

I know that I cannot please everyone. I told myself that for everyone that loathed me, there also is someone who adores me dearly. But it still hurts.

The dark doom is swallowing me whole.