MSN Spaces isn't working with me right now on campus, so this is my resort. I do miss place, although it quite much brings back sad memories, most importantly, disappointments from other behlafs. Anyway-

I've been rarely talking about the things that are going on around me. I miss finding those little details between every line or two. Sometimes, it's those details that make up your day, or effect your mood, or even make you fly from happiness from the inside.

I cannot believe I was actually asked how "fake" my nails are. It could have been just a joke, but I still can not believe it was actually addressed to me. Honestly, not until the end of last year was I aware of the fact that people can have 'fake' nails attached to theirs to make it appear nice, or whatever people would like to call them.
I don't think my nails are that lovely to be targeted as "fake". I admit, I like them and how they look like, and most importantly, I like how I've sticked to my own idea of "perfect" shape. I've always hated those rounded ones, despite how it would look good on some people, maybe even myself. I love the squary type. Sharp edged and looking more strong. Maybe this can as well describe my personality in a way.

I suppose there are a lot of things that we do that can describe our personality in a million of ways. It's kind of interesting. I wonder what else that I do and is not so aware of it's underground source.

Honestly, I hate those people who would wear skulls T-shirts, hoodies...etc and all that crap. I find it too much of a poser act. Surprise surprise, my sister's tatse disgusts me. The most loveliest part is how much she despise/ED metal music. When I introduced it to her, it was too disgusting for her rap and hip-hop personality, but when someone special presents it to her, it was surely me who didn't hook her up with the right tunes.
Being said that, I hate those people who only change when someone they have the likes for in a magical way, gets them to hook up over something. Especially those one's who previously refused to even give the matter a chance. It sickens me honestly.
She sickens me.

I can't believe DD's actions, but I suppose I no longer have any choice but to obid and get used to them. This is ridicilous. I should no longer let have a pass in. It's almost a week since that call, and he had enough time to think thing over, but he didn't change his mind. I am 100% sure he is going to have a come back, and a big part of me is afraid I might let him in, but I shouldn't. I should be strong. I should have my points right a head of me, and allow nothing to put them aside. Even if it was love. Oh the irony of love.

I do not believe that you can love someone enough to not want to hurt them and not be with them at all.
I believe in taking chances and making the best out of it.
I may have had a different belief, but after living and going through this, and seeing things around me, I no longer support such shitty thought. I'd rather be with someone I love rather than not being with them at all, fearing of getting them hurt.
It's all about how life is short, and feeling such emotions does not come by us every other day or so. So - screw it. And more importantly, screw him.

Good bye chances, and good bye thoughts of giving chances.
Both of you can kiss my ass goodbye.

Yesterday was M's b-day. I kind of feel bad and more of a bad friend for not coming up with 'special' ideas for her day. She's my bestest friend, regardless at how many times I'd feel we're somehow distaned and all, she's just so great.
I am not the kind who would do such things anyway - I am rarely the planner rather than the one who'd move with the flow. I wouldn't plan out many things.

It has came to my notice that I do very much love talking about myself to a very far extent that it's starting to get out of control. I guess that can emerge to a larger issue.

And i still hate the size of my bust. It's starting to create a bigger self esteem issue for myself.
And I still very much hate him for comparing me to a celeb and putting me through all the shit he has and then to apologize about it, then to become the jackass he's always been. I really don't know when will I ever overcome this. But i do know few things, my lips are perfect the way they are and I could not be any better off with with another size, especially BIGGER, and heck, my body is almost the same as hers. Thighs are never a problem, and mine got skinner already and I am much more satisfied with them now, more than ever. And screw firmness, jelly works fine with me.

I'm bouncin'