January 2011
19 posts
Makes me want to spit in your face.
Even though it may not seem so, I really do love children. My definition of “children” is anyone 10 years >. Perhaps this feeling is strengthening even more so, now that I’m in my next stage in life where I’m ready to have a son/daughter of my own.
So it makes perfect sense to me to make me want to spit in terrible parents’ face when I see them treating them...
as an employee at morimoto waikiki...
…I FIND THIS SHIT HILLARIOUS! and i’m not even kidding. maybe because our new manager, antonio, isn’t such an approachable guy. or maybe, he’s dealing with the dilemma of coming out of the closet. whatever the reason, KUDOS TO THIS REVIEWER!!!
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although this article had been published almost two years ago, i had always been interested about east asian society (whose roots had been deeply influenced by confucian values), especially the differences in attitudes between my generation versus the older conservative generation as modernization progresses. in this case? homosexuality. it would be nice to find a more current article that...
It’s the little things that you do, like showing compassion for those less fortunate than us, that reels me in back to you. Who’d ever thought you’d show compassion towards people with mental retardation with your exterior being so rough? Then again, you’re a cancer. Why couldn’t you be a Sagittarius or some other fire sign I can’t get along with,...
Classy bitch.
Now, I’m not saying that I don’t have a sailor’s mouth, but really? Swearing in a family restaurant? How embarrassing…
if death comes to me tonight, girl i want you to know that i loved you. and no matter how tough i wouldn’t dare only to you, i would reveal my tears. see tell the police that i ain’t home tonight, messing around with you, is going to get my life. but when i look into your eyes, you’re worth that sacrifice…
if this is the kind of love that my mom used to warn me about, man,...
bitch.
right before coming to terms of accepting our fate, unexpected omens appear and i immediately return to the past. can someone just invent an eraser that’ll enable me to selectively remove certain unwanted memories? thank you.
Mizuki and Matty
So in love… At cafe anasia
this is what happens when you decide to take on a government affiliated construction job while you are in the middle of training on becoming a homosexual…
inevitable...
…i guess. life’s like that, you know. we have all these wonderful opportunities to meet amazing people, but as time will have it, we all pursue our own different paths which ultimately results in parting. i think it is wonderful that these partings occur, because it brings me gratification that these people are chasing their dreams and are happy doing so. it just sucks though,...
i think i may be a lesbian.
something’s been confusing me lately. i seem to have developed a liking at looking at girls’ thighs, particularly if they are long, smooth and golden sun-kissed. don’t worry, i don’t develop an erection, but why do i find it so fascinating to look at? i think i should go to a gay bar soon…
generic.
so this generic version of nyquil that i had bought for my boyfriend at longs drugs store a few weeks back…
…i am loving it’s sedative effects.
i know i’m prone to addiction, being that i’m a pisces and all, but i really did feel like i was coming down with something. i wonder what would happen if i drank a glass of wine right now…
new year's resolution.
letting go. if i truly am in “love” with someone, then it is through their own happiness that i should find satisfaction in. even if that means letting go.