Summersnow

- Wednesday, December 29, 2010 @ 12:39 PM

that's my beautiful baby girl,
her smile never fails to take me to another planet.

ADRIAN IVASHKOV

"I need you," said Lissa.
"I hear that from women alot." said Adrian.

ohgod, just his name is enough to melt me into a puddle of lust or something like that. YOM YA-DAH YA-DAH YA-DAH I KNOW IRENE NG & FOONG, HE'S NON-EXISTENT. but still,):

okay, let's do the let's-use-as-many-adjectives thing again! by the way, i don't use the dictionary or cheat sheet or anything like that. these words are conjured by me thinking of that person. i only used the dictionary because i couldn't spell resplendent and i spelt it wrongly on my facebook status. pathetic. anyway, here it goes-

Adrian Ivashkov is sinfully sexy, sensual, scintillating, tantilizing, titillating,drop-dead gorgeous, inviting, aphrodisiac, passionate, romantic, naturally charming, enticing, covetable, stimulating, indulging, scorching hot, intoxicating, lascivious, provocative, a true Adonis come to life, chivalrous, devastatingly handsome and MINE.

fine, i cheated. i needed one more adjective so adrian would be a tad awesome-r than yy. i don't even know what aphrodisiac means. it doesn't even sound sexy even though its definition is a food, drink or drug that makes you want to have sex. HAHAHAHAHA.

DAPHNE!
since you said this makes you feel better, i'm trying my luck for a second time especially when i know you don't exactly feel like the most blessed person ever known to mankind now.

well, i'm not the world's best person to offer inspirational philosophy but life is just a series of tests we all have to go through one way or another. no one gets the better end of the stick. you'd think that we have it easier than the sub-saharan africans because we have food to eat and a roof over our heads but at the same time, we have to solve simualtaneous equations and know what shit people put into blast furnaces. you'd think obama would have it easier than us because well he lives in a house that's a tourist attraction, he's a tourist attaction himself, and he's got more money that could ever fit into his pockets, but he faces the protests of millions and the pressure on him because his decisions would make or break the country.

okay, that totally did not illustrate what i had in mind. i'm really terrible at this and i totally need a crash course.

instead of beating round the bush, what i wanted to say is that. you're not alone. there are thousands, maybe millions out there, who have stood in the very same shoes you're in right now. they may have ran away from the problem, cried about it, or faced it headfirst, fearless. and some of them made it through and came out stronger, some of them left this fiasco scarred but what i believe is that you'll get through this anyway. and if you ever feel lost or need someone to talk to, text us. i know i'm here for you.

i could have summarized everything with just three words. just stay strong.
how lame can i get?

YOU
why do you have to so bloody annoying sometimes? like do you have to act as if you owned this world and the entire fucking human population breathe because of your existence. sometimes, i don't even know i bother to try to swallow everything back into my throat and act as if i love you to the bits and fawn over you like you're some angel. but i'm learning to be nice, learning to stop hating people. and i guess you're my common test.

and damn it, i need to get an A1.

i feel like i need to rewrite my autobiography AKA my little profile shit that no one reads. i know taylor swift redid hers and she could have written a biology essay about her anatomy and her the cardiac cycle in details and the would have less words than her little know-more-about-me. should i?

but what i really need to learn to do is learn how to blog normally. like seriously, i'm thorougly convinced that the only people who actually read this is like yy, irene, denise, daphne. and that's because what they tag?! my tagboard looks as if it's by invitation only and dancers are like some VIP clients or what. not that it's a bad thing, sweetchicks.

sometimes, i don't even know who am i blogging for these days. my posts don't even make the slightest sense. and my blogging method or technique whatever is like i just switch on my laptop and type shit because i feel like it. people type stuff like hi-i-woke-up-at-seven-am-and-had-ham-and-eggs-for-breakfast-then-i-went-to-claudia's-house-to-play-barbie or something along those lines. mine's just idk, major bitching, major swooning and sighing over my respective idols example taylor swift, adrian ivashkov, dianna agron, chris colfer... and yeah. is that boring? someone needs to let me know.

but in the meantime, here's my attempt at blogging like a normal person.

YAY. we had a dancer's photoshoot ystd. we met up at candy empire at 1045 then we walked to harbourfront and had lunch and tried to do homework but it was a complete failure! i ate a chicken burger (it tasted amazing) and stole yy's fries then OHGOD. I CANNOT DO THIS. I SOUND AS IF I'M WRITING TO MY DIARY WHICH IS NAMED AFTER MY CAT.

what was enjoyable: the photoshoot? like duh. oh, and making mean jokes about the african people and the pope and his sex life. is that like illegal? okay, maybe i shouldn't have typed that.

oh and despite what people think and tend to conjure up without even knowing me, i certainly do NOT enjoy basking in the spotlight. the photoshoot taught me this basic fact about myself the hard way. camera flashes gave me a throbbing headache. smiling non-stop for three hours straight is going to give me premature wrinkle. fighting for the better spot on the camera does not do that for me either. i think i'm just going to stick to my camwhoring. if being a superstar is that much of a tremendous pain, how the hell does taylor swift do it?

maybe stars can do it because they're prettyyyyyyy. and i'm not. like as if no one knew that.

bloodyhell, this post is so damn long. and i have alot to say idk why):
maybe another post at night. another chance to post a taylor swift, so why not?
(:

-A-

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YOM YA-DAH YA-DAH YA-DAH I KNOW IRENE NG & FOONG, HE'S NON-EXISTENT. but still,): okay, let's do the let's-use-as-many-adjectives thing again! by the way, i don't use the dictionary or cheat sheet or anything like that. these words are conjured by me thinking of that person. i only used the dictionary because i couldn't spell resplendent and i spelt it wrongly on my facebook status. pathetic. anyway, here it goes- Adrian Ivashkov is sinfully sexy, sensual, scintillating, tantilizing, titillating,drop-dead gorgeous, inviting, aphrodisiac, passionate, romantic, naturally charming, enticing, covetable, stimulating, indulging, scorching hot, intoxicating, lascivious, provocative, a true Adonis come to life, chivalrous, devastatingly handsome and MINE. fine, i cheated. i needed one more adjective so adrian would be a tad awesome-r than yy. i don't even know what aphrodisiac means. it doesn't even sound sexy even though its definition is a food, drink or drug that makes you want to have sex. HAHAHAHAHA. DAPHNE! since you said this makes you feel better, i'm trying my luck for a second time especially when i know you don't exactly feel like the most blessed person ever known to mankind now. well, i'm not the world's best person to offer inspirational philosophy but life is just a series of tests we all have to go through one way or another. no one gets the better end of the stick. you'd think that we have it easier than the sub-saharan africans because we have food to eat and a roof over our heads but at the same time, we have to solve simualtaneous equations and know what shit people put into blast furnaces. you'd think obama would have it easier than us because well he lives in a house that's a tourist attraction, he's a tourist attaction himself, and he's got more money that could ever fit into his pockets, but he faces the protests of millions and the pressure on him because his decisions would make or break the country. okay, that totally did not illustrate what i had in mind. i'm really terrible at this and i totally need a crash course. instead of beating round the bush, what i wanted to say is that. you're not alone. there are thousands, maybe millions out there, who have stood in the very same shoes you're in right now. they may have ran away from the problem, cried about it, or faced it headfirst, fearless. and some of them made it through and came out stronger, some of them left this fiasco scarred but what i believe is that you'll get through this anyway. and if you ever feel lost or need someone to talk to, text us. i know i'm here for you. i could have summarized everything with just three words. just stay strong. how lame can i get? YOU why do you have to so bloody annoying sometimes? like do you have to act as if you owned this world and the entire fucking human population breathe because of your existence. sometimes, i don't even know i bother to try to swallow everything back into my throat and act as if i love you to the bits and fawn over you like you're some angel. but i'm learning to be nice, learning to stop hating people. and i guess you're my common test. and damn it, i need to get an A1. i feel like i need to rewrite my autobiography AKA my little profile shit that no one reads. i know taylor swift redid hers and she could have written a biology essay about her anatomy and her the cardiac cycle in details and the would have less words than her little know-more-about-me. should i? but what i really need to learn to do is learn how to blog normally. like seriously, i'm thorougly convinced that the only people who actually read this is like yy, irene, denise, daphne. and that's because what they tag?! my tagboard looks as if it's by invitation only and dancers are like some VIP clients or what. not that it's a bad thing, sweetchicks. sometimes, i don't even know who am i blogging for these days. my posts don't even make the slightest sense. and my blogging method or technique whatever is like i just switch on my laptop and type shit because i feel like it. people type stuff like hi-i-woke-up-at-seven-am-and-had-ham-and-eggs-for-breakfast-then-i-went-to-claudia's-house-to-play-barbie or something along those lines. mine's just idk, major bitching, major swooning and sighing over my respective idols example taylor swift, adrian ivashkov, dianna agron, chris colfer... and yeah. is that boring? someone needs to let me know. but in the meantime, here's my attempt at blogging like a normal person. YAY. we had a dancer's photoshoot ystd. we met up at candy empire at 1045 then we walked to harbourfront and had lunch and tried to do homework but it was a complete failure! i ate a chicken burger (it tasted amazing) and stole yy's fries then OHGOD. I CANNOT DO THIS. I SOUND AS IF I'M WRITING TO MY DIARY WHICH IS NAMED AFTER MY CAT. what was enjoyable: the photoshoot? like duh. oh, and making mean jokes about the african people and the pope and his sex life. is that like illegal? okay, maybe i shouldn't have typed that. oh and despite what people think and tend to conjure up without even knowing me, i certainly do NOT enjoy basking in the spotlight. the photoshoot taught me this basic fact about myself the hard way. camera flashes gave me a throbbing headache. smiling non-stop for three hours straight is going to give me premature wrinkle. fighting for the better spot on the camera does not do that for me either. i think i'm just going to stick to my camwhoring. if being a superstar is that much of a tremendous pain, how the hell does taylor swift do it? maybe stars can do it because they're prettyyyyyyy. and i'm not. like as if no one knew that. bloodyhell, this post is so damn long. and i have alot to say idk why): maybe another post at night. another chance to post a taylor swift, so why not? 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