Serendipity 13

Wed, 02 Sep 2009 14:01:53 GMT

07:06 @aldegader I want it! It is time you made your mark on my iTunes baby, even though you technically already have. #
07:08 RT @Starbucks: Is everybody having a good Pumpkin Spice Latte day? #
07:08 RT @mileycyrus: Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting but a woman who fears the LORD will be praised. - Proverbs 31:30 #
07:30 If you start me up. If you start me up I'll never stop. #
16:48 @aldegader Which ones did you get? I'm thinking of getting a pair of mini ones myself. #
16:49 @ViDLiM Good Morning, Revival. #
23:55 As soon as my album goes number one; Mr Lim I'd like a Rolex with 40 diamonds. HA. Goodnight, ya'll. #

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Tue, 01 Sep 2009 14:01:41 GMT

11:54 Dreaming of Toffee Nut Lattes. #
13:09 Anberlin is in SINGAPORE? ANBERLIN is in SINGAPORE? And I had to come all the way to Australia to see them live? #
14:01 Is so lucky that her boyfriend can cook. Procrastinating + lunch +lecture later + Sponsorship Drive briefing. Life is sort-of-good. #
16:10 @ohthedotty hahaha. Yeah yeah, I haven't been much of an online presence lately. How's my partner in House-crime? #
17:21 @aldegader The 500 Days of Summer soundtrack seems awesome. I don't have it though... I'm SO gonna watch it. #
17:23 @ohthedotty In Torts lecture. Exploring my new Windows Live updates and TweetDeck. Let's immerse ourselves in PROCRASTINATION, shall we. #

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Fri, 05 Jun 2009 14:02:55 GMT

08:23 Is truly embracing voyeurism. That is, you = voyeur; me = celebrity. #
08:24 Kat Dennings has sparked off my creative genius... Because, believe it or not, I can write. #
23:19 When did I become that girl... the one at the window waving goodbye? #
23:28 @aldegader Another one? Where/what? #
23:30 'Ostentatious' sounds so sweet: plinky.com/links/PrC #goodwords #

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Thu, 04 Jun 2009 14:02:58 GMT

16:20 Woo hoo!: plinky.com/links/Pkl #woohoo #
16:28 Thinking of starting a webcast for voyeurs and loyal fans... *pft* #

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04.

Mon, 13 Apr 2009 06:33:41 GMT

once again, I have moved. add me at http://sexonhardwood.livejournal.com

<3

Thu, 09 Apr 2009 13:07:10 GMT

third announcement.
I have moved. Please add me at http://sexonhardwood.livejournal.com.
I've got one third of my flist on my new eljay. What is up with that?! hahaha.

<3

Wed, 08 Apr 2009 11:59:02 GMT

hello flist!

second announcement that i've switched livejournals. add me @ sexonhardwood .
it's a DANCE quote, so people *cough* shrae *cough*... where are your minds wandering to?!

<3

there's always room for new beginnings

Tue, 07 Apr 2009 13:59:23 GMT

this is one of them...
feel free to friend me on my new account, sexonhardwood .

don't ask why i decided to change it... i felt like i had to somehow. i'm not sure how much i actually like my new username, except that it's... kinky. It's just something people HAVE to ask about. It refers to dance, by the way. "I'd kill to dance like that. It's like sex on hardwood."- Caitlin in Take the Lead.

I'll be hanging around here for a while, til I get my flist transferred over. Do me a favour and add me? *winks*

<3

Paper

Sat, 04 Apr 2009 15:16:44 GMT

Cherry blossoms are in. Not just in Japan, but in perfume form, available for sixty dollars per 100ml, and tempting me sorely. The fact that I've been completely loyal to Dior (and DKNY and Victoria's Secret) is the only reason why I haven't bought the L'Occitane Cherry Blossom. That and the fact that I still OWN my Dior (and DKNY and Victoria's Secret) perfumes.

Life has been busy, busy, busy. I told myself that I wouldn't immerse myself in academia and forget to have fun, but I can't say that I've managed to strike a comfortable balance yet. I can't seem to study anywhere, and it's getting me annoyed, because I really do need to find a conducive place where I can study, besides Bee's rooftop (because it's been raining, dammit). I'm trying to juggle spending time with (the different groups of) friends, church activities, college and dance. And of course, good old alone time, where I try to catch up with reading, writing and just Me time. Haven't had much of that lately, really.

If you've got a monotonous life (or you think you do), take advantage of it. Embrace it. Indulge in activities like reading, where drama happens for as long as you're devouring words. Close the book (or the FictionPress window) and it's gone; it's all in your head. Much less harmful, and a lot less likely to turn around and bite you in the ass.

It's past one in the morning and I have no idea what I'm doing still trying to form coherent sentences.

You know I love you...

you know i love you

Fri, 03 Apr 2009 13:34:37 GMT

I was really upset today about something, and felt more lonely than ever... and I found myself just stopping where I was and sending off the same text message to five people, because I was desperate for some reassurance. A desperate call for help, if you will.

Went for prayer, so I set my phone on silent. Within the fifteen to twenty minutes, my phone vibrated in my pocket four separate times, and with each message that came through, even though I didn't read them as they came, my heart got that little bit lighter. My SOS was heard and answered.

So thank you, Bee, Addie, P, Taryn and SK. I love you guys. (I know Tar was asleep. Time difference is crap. But I wanted you to know, bby.) I'm sorry I didn't reply to the messages, because I was at livegroup, and it would've been a textversation with four people with me repeating the same thing... But I am so so so grateful to the three perpetually there in spirit... and the two who are perpetually there in person. And I love how I didn't have to explain anything in my text message... I know I kinda jumped in out of nowhere and started rambling on about hes and shes and HELPI'MSTRESSED and PLEASEHELPMEs. THANK YOU for totally getting what I was going on about.

Love you

<3

P.S. do note that this post is public, if you're thinking of posting a reply...

you know you love me

Wed, 01 Apr 2009 22:03:49 GMT

stolen off my flist...

I definitely do not ship B/N, but I gotta admit, this is sweet.

tumblr blast

Sun, 29 Mar 2009 13:28:22 GMT

marry, shag, throw off a cliff.

Tue, 24 Mar 2009 22:14:54 GMT

1) Comment to this and I will give you 3 people.
2) Post this meme with your answers.
3) Provide pictures and the names of 3 people.
4) Label which you would marry, shag, and throw off a cliff.

Mel gave me Chuck Bass, Mike Newton and Bono.

Marry.
Chuck Bass

Bet you didn't see that one coming. I actually think Chuck, despite his bad boy-ness, has rather sweet and redeeming qualities. He's tough, but he can break, he admits it when he likes a girl. He'd do anything for his best friend. And he'd do anything for the girl he falls in love with.

Shag.
Mike Newton

Okay, I didn't pick a 'Mike Newton' picture, but rather a Michael Welch (the guy who plays Mike, duh) picture. I loved him in Joan of Arcadia. Anyway, I definitely find Chuck Bass more appealing. Unfortunately it won't be Mike Newton I'd be thinking of when it happens. I'll just... think of Luke Girardi.

Throw off a Cliff.
Bono.

*gag* Haha. Sorry dude, love your music, but you're too old for ANYTHING. Both Chuck Bass (ahem, Ed Westwick) and Mike Newton (Michael Welch) are four years older than I am. No problems there. Ed Westwick's 17 though. And... so is Mike Newton. Haha.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XV_dbCF1jOA
love that though. LOVE THAT.

the way your innocence tastes

Mon, 23 Mar 2009 22:22:44 GMT

01. Let me just say now... none of this crazy pre-sale shiz is going to happen on their Australia dates, yes? We'll get seats on the floor somewhere between Nick and Joe, just to be fair. And their Australia dates will NOT be in frigging November, because I probably won't be IN Australia then.

Was tempted to buy tickets for Jason Mraz, because a ton of people I know are going and they're all going together. Decided that I'll just save for green chucks and the Nike dunks that KStewart wore in her Nylon shoot. Although I haven't seen those ANYWHERE here. -frowns- I'm starting a fund for them, and I've got sixty bucks. Any takers? haha. The green chucks aren't a NEED, I'm afraid. Actually, neither are the dunks. Hmm... Suddenly I'm wondering if I should just buy CDs instead. There's a sale on at JB Hi-Fi!

02. Broke my dance hiatus of FOUR MONTHS (okay, I did dance in those four months... just not properly) last night. And I didn't suck! Not til I broke my concentration and couldn't get it back, and ended up screwing the last eight really badly. *wrinkles nose* Wasn't bad though, but now I've got to remember the choreo because we're continuing it next week.

03. Work is piling up. Because I'm putting everything aside for my english short essay, and I'm procrastinating on THAT. I've got about 200 words to go, quotes and referencing included (I kinda estimated them in, and will take those out when actually counting the words). 200 words would take me thirty minutes at most (this post has definitely reached 200 words), I'm just too lazy to write them.

Speaking of writing, I haven't written one bit of fiction since I've come back to Australia. They weren't kidding when they said that you don't do much pleasure reading in college either. I definitely haven't. Most of the fiction I've read are REreads, just to keep the creative, imaginatory side of my mind alive. The days go by so fast, and before you know it, it's the end of the week and a NEW week starts again.

04. Quote of the day!

“He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold on to him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you.” — Bob Marley

I tried looking for a picture of the day, but tumblr hasn't been very creative this morning.
&
Better than Me, by Hinder is stuck in my head. Go listen, you might like it.

I was wondering if you had a second. To talk about anything at all.

Mon, 23 Mar 2009 03:24:25 GMT

(For some reason, I thought of Melanie while I wrote this post, because it's always her with the thought provoking insights. I know you changed your eljay... hit me up to remind me what your new username is!)

01. Why do important life lessons have to hit so close to the heart?
I guess it's so that we can't ignore it, but really... You wonder why the right thing to do ALWAYS hurts. Always leaves you feeling a little (or a lot) vulnerable. It takes away a little of you, stabs you in the heart... But in the end... I don't know. I feel like I'd rather go through hurt than not feel at all. That doesn't make it hurt any less, though. But is it supposed to help, knowing that you wouldn't have it any other way? Is the choice really between not feeling emotion and feeling it and having it hurt? What happened to the third choice? What happened to happiness? Why is that so hard to find?

02. Let's indulge in tumblelog quotes...

"“ Letting go doesn’t mean we don’t care. Letting go doesn’t mean we shut down. Letting go means we stop trying to force outcomes and make people behave. It means we give up resistance to the way things are, for the moment. It means we stop trying to do the impossible–controlling that which we cannot–and instead, focus on what is possible–which usually means taking care of ourselves. And we do this in gentleness, kindness, and love, as much as possible.
— Melody Beattie"

“ After a while, you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and changing a soul. You begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises. And you start to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open. You learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain. After a while, you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. You learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong, and you really do have worth. You learn that with every goodbye, there’s a hello. Take chances. Tell the truth. Date someone totally wrong for you. Say no. Spend all your cash. Fall in love. Be random. Say I love you. Cry. Apologize. Tell someone how much they mean to you. Drink until the bottle’s empty. Sing out loud. Tell an asshole how you feel. Let someone know what they’re missing. Laugh until your stomach hurts. Live Life."

“ I remember being twelve and thinking, I can’t wait until I’m sixteen, because by then I’m going to have a car, a driver’s license, a really cool boyfriend, and boobs. And now I’m eighteen, and I have none of those things. None!
— Emma Roberts"

“ Seek out that particular mental attribute which makes you feel most deeply and vitally alive, along with which comes the inner voice which says, ‘This is the real me,’ and when you have found that attitude, follow it."

“If nothing else, one day you can look someone straight in the eyes and say
“But I lived through it. And it made me who I am today.”

“ I believe pain and suffering are two different things. Pain is the feeling. Sufering is the effect that pain inflicts. If one can endure pain, one can live without suffering. If one can learn to withstand pain, one can withstand anything.
— James Fray"

“ Whenever there is a mirror around, it is almost impossible not to take a look at yourself. Even though we all know what we look like, we all like just to look at our reflections, if only to see how we’re doing.
— Lemony Snicket"

“ I’ve been thinking a lot lately about taking chances. And how it’s really just about overcoming your fears. Because the truth is, every time you take a big risk in your life, no matter how it ends up, you’re always glad you took it."- Scrubs

03. Someone made me do this...

"things about me.
just because every so often you need to write what you know about yourself, right? to stop you from slipping away from yourself."

- I like gerberas. Roses are romantic, but gerberas are happy. You give me roses because you love me, but Gerberas... they mean that you walked past a flower shop and bought one because you wanted to make me smile. And when I smiled, you smiled. By giving me the flower, I was able to give something back. You gave it to me because you loved me, and I tried to tell you that I loved you too.

- I love pillows. Large, soft, downy pillows with 400 thread count egyptian cotton (haha!). I love hugging them, I love sleeping on them and I love waking up knowing that they're there to defend me in case a murderer decides to knock on my window. But I'd give every last one of them away in exchange for you. Whoever you are. Look my way, give me a smile. Tell me that you're the one, and I'll stop indulging in pillows and start indulging in you.

- I read way too much FictionPress. And I compare everyone I meet to FP characters. "Fedora boy's really cute. Quirky. Like Quentin Maxwell quirky."

- Feed me ice cream. Chocolate, cookies and cream, vanilla chocolate chip, chocolate chip cookie dough. Feed me ice cream with chocolate in it, and don't tell me that ice cream can hardly constitute a meal. Understand my obsession with chocolate and pancakes and ice cream for breakfast and brownies for dinner and sugar for lunch, and you'll have understood me.

- When I look away and say that I don't want to talk about it, it means that I really do. And you should really give me a hug. When I look right at you and tell you that I don't want to talk about it, it means that I really, really DON'T.

- It's not that I don't eat during mealtimes. It's that I eat too much outside mealtimes that I end up not eating when I'm supposed to. If you want to take me out for dinner, do it at four in the afternoon or eleven at night. As for lunch, that's at 10AM, and maybe after two. I don't eat when I'm supposed to.

- There's something so carthartic about walking in the middle of a road with streetlights, no cars, and one or two people for company. You can run, you can laugh and you can fall. You're alone but you're not. It's like working on an assignment in a room with another person across the room playing a weird computer game. You're alone but you're not. It's like having a difficult conversation in your best friend's bedroom with the door open and people outside. You're alone, but if things get too tough you don't have to be. It's like sharing a room with your biffle. You've got your half, but all you have to do is reach out and she's there. You're alone, but you don't have to be.

Fri, 20 Mar 2009 22:12:29 GMT

Thank God for weekends!

In the World of Academia, I'm not too behind. Really. The only pressing thing is my ENGLISH SHORT ESSAY (due wednesday), which I've chosen to write on Chaucer's The Miller's Prologue and Tale. I actually like this poem. The problem is trying to find an avenue to concentrate on. Once I get my topic sentence, I'll be fine. The problem is that I don't know what that sentence is! *groans* 750 words have never been so hard. I'd rather do 7500 words of say... Life of Pi. Poetry is NOT my thing.

Actually, they gave us a crap passage to work on. The entire few HUNDRED lines of the poem, they had to give us the thirty lines describing Alisoun. I can't write an essay about how her prettiness... um, well, I guess I could write about how John married someone so young and acted jealously to prevent cuckolding, whereas the MIller was trying to say that he didn't have a chance in hell by describing all the lovely qualities she has, and even then you can predict that people are gonna be after her, and compared to an old weary man, who is she gonna pick? It foreshadows some impending 'doom' for John (dude, even HE says in the poem that he deemed himself likely to be cuckolded, I mean then why the heck did you marry her?!)...

No. Chaucer's poem, the Miller's Prologue and Tale, has strong themes of religion and ______ and ______... BLAH.

I'll write a proper post later. Geoffrey Chaucer is no joke. *sniffs* I wasn't supposed to go rambling off like that, but now I've got a million sites open on the poem, trying to find an angle to zero in on.

he who does not weep, does not see

Thu, 19 Mar 2009 02:58:04 GMT

Alright, everybody, get out a piece of paper and pen.

Why?

Because this is a literature class. When archaeologists uncoverlost cicilizations and they unearth their worlds that have long been since been destroyed, you know what they find most often? They find stories... ancient languages, words, inscriptions from people who have been gone for thousand of years, because chances are, like you, they wanted to know, "Whats the point ?". And they wanted us to know that they were here, you know ? Like, they told their stories, and they tried to make sense of their lives and their worlds and their tragedies. So that's what we are gonna do. So I want you to write something, anything at all, about Quentin Fields. If you knew him, write a favorite memory. If you didn't know him, write what you think the point is of all this for yourself and your life and your time here.

This is a literature class and that's what writers do. We put pen to paper in times of devastating tragedy. And we try and make sense of it. Maybe we will find some clarity in some of those words. Maybe we will find peace.

He who does not weep, does not see.

- Haley James Scott

Wed, 18 Mar 2009 14:39:21 GMT

FUCK YOU

yes, a filtered post is coming. this is just purely catharsis.

(the more appropriate term would be 'fuck me', but i didn't want anyone getting the wrong idea there)
it's horrible being mad at myself. i can't smack myself... well, i can, but no thanks...

Tue, 17 Mar 2009 12:01:18 GMT

on 19 September 2008, I wrote myself a letter to be read six months later.
So I caved a little (two days! bite me!) early, but I just read it. It was exciting, like opening a time capsule. September Michelle asked about Soundwaves, and Law School (so I actually made the decision to switch from science to arts in september!), and Trista's Australia venture and whether Bee was in Brisbane, whether I remember to put God first, and so on...

I'm writing another one right now, to be read THREE months later, and I'll see how that one goes. It's all private, for my eyes only, but I just wanted you to know...

That I love my flist. Thanks for always reading. Maybe you don't realize it, but you're watching me grow.

xoxo

cos we were both young when i first saw you

Sun, 15 Mar 2009 13:19:00 GMT

I stole this from Addie/Tartar. (http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx)

Your view on yourself:
You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.

The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:
You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.

Your readiness to commit to a relationship:
You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.

The seriousness of your love:
You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.

Your views on education
Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.

The right job for you:
You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.

How do you view success:
You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.

What are you most afraid of:
You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.

Who is your true self:
You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.

--
Unfortunately, it's all mostly true.

after all the drama filters, here's a feel good ten minutes...

Sun, 15 Mar 2009 03:04:10 GMT

numero uno. I am SO SO SO SO SO SORRY that I haven't been commenting on my flist. Rest assured, honest to God, I DO read them. I've just been really really busy (law school is NO JOKE. Shrae, I know you're thinking of doing it... all I can say is... well... uh, good luck.) with college and reading stupid poems (I can't wait til we actually move on to analysing FICTION. I love the fiction books we're doing, but poetry is NOT my thing) and friends and trying to buy a frigging printer... and of course, all the numbered filtered/semi filtered entries that I've been doing.

I like it though. I'm busy, and I like being busy. I could do without some of the things that I'm drop dead worried about, but... c'est la vie, and I'm enjoying the ride, sans tears. ;)

numero dos. I'm getting ridiculously excited for Tayrn coming to Brisbane in four months' time. Tartar has become like my big sister in so many ways, it's ridiculous. I text her with the most insane questions and freak-outs, always ending with a 'because if anyone could understand, YOU WOULD'. The fact that she's gone through seven years of girl-stuff more than I have just makes her a fantastical sounding board for ANYTHING. Be it law school crap, typical growing up stuff, boy rubbish, religion, and fandom. I love how she just... picks out stuff in my head that I don't know how to put into words, just because she's went through it all before, and I just go "YEAH" and "EXACTLY". *hugs* It's awesome, and I can't waaaait for her to come!

numero tres. Watched Confessions of a Shopaholic yesterday. Typical feel good chick flick, but I liked it. Suze reminded me so much of Bee in SO MANY WAYS. Went out for dinner with Bee, Sheryenne and Joanne after that. T'was fun. Joanne doesn't live near any of us, which makes it hard to see her, but I think she's trying to arrange a weekly sleepover at Sheryenne's apartment so I'll just hang out with them til late, then somehow get my ass home from there... -laughs-

numero quatro. I spent yesterday doing ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Rewatching One Tree Hill and random movies, flaking out, texting people, hugging pillows and stuffed toys and being lazy. Managed to get back on track with most of my notes and readings, one chapter of Legal Method excluded (because I REALLY don't like Legal Method).

Does anyone know why I feel sleepy ALL THE TIME lately? Caffeine doesn't wake me up no more, it's sad. Someone should invent caffeine pills or caffeine shots.

Finished reviewing my Torts A chaptaire dos, and am rewarding myself by watching Jamie Oliver and NOT doing Legal Method. -laughs-

<3

overheard on a tv show

Sat, 14 Mar 2009 02:55:38 GMT

Every once in a while people step up, they rise above themselves. Sometimes they surprise you, and sometimes they fall short. Life is funny sometimes, it can push pretty hard, but if you look close enough you find hope in the words of children, in the bars of a song and in the eyes of someone you love. And if you're lucky, and if you're the luckiest person on this entire planet, the person you love decides to love you back.
--Nathan

Dr. Gregory House: Trouble in paradise. 2 o'clock.
Dr. Wilson: Wait, your 2 o'clock or my 2 o'clock?
Dr. Gregory House: Over there!

Okay, here it is, your choice... it's simple, her or me, and I'm sure she is really great. But Derek, I love you, in a really, really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me, choose me, love me.
-- Meredith

MEREDITH: "Hey."
DEREK: "Hey. You almost died today."
MEREDITH: "Yeah, I almost died today."
[pause]
MEREDITH: "I can't, I can't remember our last kiss. All I could think about was 'I'm going to die today' and I can't remember our last kiss. Which is pathetic but the last time we were together and happy... I want to be able remember that. And I can't, Derek. I can't remember."
DEREK: "I'm glad you didn't die today."
[pause]
DEREK: "It was a Thursday morning, you were wearing that ratty little Dartmouth t-shirt you look so good in. The one with the hole at the back of the neck. You'd just washed you hair and smelled like some kind of... flower. I was running late for surgery, you said you were going to see me later, and you lean to me, put your hand on my chest and you kissed me. Soft. It was quick. Kind of like a habit. You know, like we'd do it everyday for the rest of our lives. Then you went back reading the newspaper and I went to work. That was the last time we kissed."

Dr. Meredith Grey: I've heard that it's possible to grow up - I've just never met anyone who's actually done it. Without parents to defy, we break the rules we make for ourselves. We throw tantrums when things don't go our way, we whisper secrets with our best friends in the dark, we look for comfort where we can find it, and we hope - against all logic, against all experience. Like children, we never give up hope...

Dr. Alex Karev: For a kiss to be really good, you want it to mean something. You want it to be with someone you can't get out of your head, so that when your lips finally touch you feel it everywhere. A kiss so hot and so deep you never want to come up for air. You can't cheat your first kiss. Trust me, you don't want to. Cause when you find that right person for a first kiss, it's everything.

livejournal dot com.

Fri, 13 Mar 2009 22:42:11 GMT

How long have you been on LJ?
two years, I believe. i switched over from blogger, which i'd been using since... wow.. 2002?

Do you have more friends or communities on your FL?
Friends.

Do you do a lot of friends cuts?
Sparingly.

What do you like in an LJ friend?
Something I can look forward to reading. I'm naturally drawn to people who are open to sharing on their journals, just because I'm very much the same. It fascinates me how we can be so open to people we don't know on the interweb, but close off when it comes to the people around us.

What do you dislike?
About LJ? the fandom wars. HA.

What would make you unfriend someone immediately?
I don't know... I haven't actually done that.

Have you been caught up in a lot of LJ drama?
Not really. There was that whole CuF vs whatever they were thing, but that wasn't BAD. And the twi-fandom stuff, but I don't have time to check up on my fandoms lately.

Do RL friends and family members know you have a journal on LJ?
EVERYfreakingBODY knows that I own an LJ. My mom actually has me friended on my LJ. Not all my posts are public, though. And recently, a LOT of my posts have been stringently filtered.

Do you also have Facebook and if so, what do you prefer – LJ or FB?
Yeah. LJ > FB, hands DOWN.

What about Twitter?
I do own a Twitter, but I don't use it.

Do you blog on any other sites?
I own three tumblelogs. One for reblogging, one for my personal private thoughts and another one for the ridiculous soundbites I always get from my friends.

How often do you check in on LJ?
Multiple times a day. -laughs-

What do you rarely or never post about?
I can't think of anything I DON'T post about, actually. I try not to post about close friends, though. TRY being the operative word.

Why don’t you post about that?
Because I have friends that I know in real life on my flist. It'll be tres awkward, don't you think?

Have you ever thought about deleting your journal?
Nope. I considered deleting dior_no17 when I switched over, but I realise that I do use my tags to search up stuff occasionally. I haven't even deleted my past blogger posts. You can't read them now (the site directs you straight to my livejournal), but I can when I sign in. (:

Have you ever changed your username?
Yep. satin-ribbons (my first blogger account) to... oh wow. I changed it so many times on blogger. the last blogger username was summerandcallie, and then to dior_no17 and then to acousticallie.

Why did you choose your current username?
acoustic-callie. -shrugs- i'm the girl with her iPod perpetually plugged in. I listen to a lot of hip hop/r&b music, just because I'm usually trying to choreograph something in my head, but my favourite genre's probably indie rock, and acoustic rock is my favourite.

i wanted photostripdancecollective, but it was too long. HAHA. I nearly named it photostrip, but my perverse friends would have had a field day with that one. -winks-

If you’re looking for new friends, how do you find them?
My close friends' friends, i guess. All my close LJ/RL friends know each other. Bee, Ad, V, Shruti, Diya, Lou, S-K, Taryn...

Are you taking new people on to your Friends List just now?
I never stop friending people, really.

Finally, tell us the reasons why you keep an online journal
I have to write. Before I went on blogger, I wrote on paper journals. I still occasionally write down my thoughts on paper, but they HAVE to go somewhere, like an emotional outlet. I keep it to remind myself of all the stupid things that I did, or the phases I went through. Or if I want to let go of something, I just write it and throw it out there for the world to see. Catharsis, maybe?

It's all about sharing. Sharing joy, pain, happiness, tears... You bond with LJ friends in a way you can never bond with people you know in real life. You don't go around telling everyone your personal thoughts, but for some reason, everyone's comfortable with sharing all that online. It's just because everyone's sacrificing a little of themselves by writing. Everyone's a little vulnerable with their lives laid out for everyone else (depending whether you're completely friends only or whatever) to see. But everyone on LJ is doing it, and in a way it just links everyone who owns an online journal together.

highhhh. yes, like Ben Franklin's kite.

Wed, 11 Mar 2009 12:04:29 GMT

Lit lecturer actually managed to make Beowulf sound HALFWAY interesting. Not interesting enough for me to actually READ the poem though. It's 3180 lines long, and to be honest, I don't think I'll actually ever read it. I'll just make FULL use of cliffnotes and Tolkien's interpretation of it for my assignment. Heh. That means that I've actually got to read the Chaucer poem for the final, though. *prays* I hope it's short(er). And more... interesting?

Dance was pretty fun. Bee, Ritoo (my new friend! pre-med) and I were chucking spazzes over guy-in-the-fedora, who was the epitome of adorkable. I actually got to dance with him, we all did. Sam was as adorable in person as across the dance floor. -smiles- The five of us (Bee, Me, Ritoo, Veron and Sherynne) hung out afterward, taking pseudo-drunken photos and videos, having interesting conversations with guys on the phone (Both Daniel and P called while we were hanging out, and we had PRETTY fascinating conversations) and just flaking out like the bunch of mad chicks we are. I'm glad Bee introduced us to Ritoo, we just clicked. Yes, that means she's insane, just like the rest of us. How cool is that?!

We all have a date on Saturday. Seven of us; six girls, one guy, to go watch a chick flick. We need more close guy friends willing to watch girly stuff and hang out with a bunch of mad hatters. I <3 us. BUT I MISS MY SG FRIENDS, IF YOU GUYS ARE READING THIS!

8AM lecture tomorrow. I did that on purpose, to get myself out of bed early. I've been sleeping too much. And spending too much time just wasting away with my fictional friends. I NEED to find someplace I can actually study at. I can't study in quiet. Starbucks was ideal, but is pretty much a mile and a half and another half away, so that's NOT ideal any more. Don't ask why I can't study at home either... Maybe it's just psychological.

I'm trying to get into a routine, and get back in the habit of studying, activities, friends, studying, lectures, studying, studying, studying... COFFEE. For someone who's supposedly cool with change, I sure am trying to force routine. Except that routine just doesn't want to COME. It's only my second week, chill. Let's watch One Tree Hill!

Ahem. Torts notes. *nods*

Writer's Block: Chatty

Tue, 10 Mar 2009 22:21:07 GMT

Do you prefer texting or talking on the phone?

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Talking, if it's a friend. It's nice knowing that someone thinks you're special enough to actually pick up the phone and start a conversation with. Technology is crap- texting's just impersonal.