One day I might tell a young person, "You know, when I was young..."

And then the young person would say, " You were young? When? Do you have proof?"

And then I would not be able to find any pictures to prove it.

So then everyone will just think I was always old.

Like the Benjamin thingie, except not reversed at all.

Why do I not have many photographs?

 

…Besides the fact that I never remember to take them.

 

And the fact that sometimes when I finally remember I feel too ugly for it.

 

And sometimes I just feel lazy.

Plus it can also be difficult, trying to organize my face and body into a look that is not too stupid.

 

Also, as I have whined about for the last 6 months…

My camera batteries are almost as lazy and useless as I am.

And my camera’s setting is permanently on “blurry”.

 

I’ve been wanting to buy a new camera for 3 months.

But I am just too nervous that I will screw up and buy something crappy.

 

I was using Farhad’s camera for a while.

Because it was pretty good.

Except it was not pretty enough!

 

So I came up with the brilliant solution that I should just steal my mom’s camera for a while.

And not give it back, even though she asked for it.

 

Except I forgot to take the computer wire as well.

 

So I have a bunch of pictures on the camera, but that’s as far as it goes.

 

 

I should buy a camera.

Sooooo, about the yummy boys.

I have alllways thought Wilbur Pan was hot.
It was an on and off thing.






About a year ago, I fell in love with Jiro.
He has EXACTLY the body and face that I love/want/admire/drool over on a man.


I have realized that his pictures don't do him justice. He is much hotter when he is not frozen.
But anyway, he is the most PERFECT man on EARTH in my opinion.
Physically.
God, I HATE his personality and the way he talks... HATE HATE HATE!!!
But he is sooooo yummy looking.
I would fall in love with him if I could somehow mute him forever.
Like if there were a Jiro remote.
I would mute him, and make him come to me. Followed by the "adore me forever" button.


I had a LONG conversation with Nina debating the hottest man on Earth.
I really couldn't remember the things she said, because I mostly disagree with her.
But I do know she thinks Jerry is hot.


..........meh.



I've had three or four R-rated dreams about Lee Hom.
I don't know why! He's not even my favorite!
I would love to have R-rated dreams about Wilbur instead.
Anyway, Lee Hom's hot-meter flexes a LOT. He is way too skinny now. But back then he was pretty yummy as well.



This was when he was hottest (in my opinion).



I hope Farhad never stumbles across this entry.
Hmmm....
To end this entry looking less like a skank, here is a picture of Farhad, back in 2005 when he had spiky hair (which I like sooo much on guys).



Nowadays Farhad has a military haircut.
... Q.Q

Apparently liking spiky hair on guys is very immature... But I can't help it =/
Spiky hair forever T.T

... I cut myself out of the picture because I am pathetically shy about letting people see us snog...
And also, I'm typing as though I'm English.

I went to see the Hannah Montana movie.

I feel a bit shy about that.

It did help me stop being soooo skeptical about her though.
Like I still think her double identity thing is stupid, but I can kind of understand why teenagers might like her.


On the other topic, I feel SO OLD.
Because I am referring to teenagers as teenagers.

And like, almost graduating.
So technically, I have no more reason to not work.
So I really will be unemployed. Not even like "I'm still going to school" as an excuse.

I will just have to be honest and say, "I'm a bum."



I had to go out today.
Even though the sun was SO out.
Farhad insisted that we go out to have some fun.
My plan was to stay in a dark cave until summer ended.

To show how unpleased I was with the situation, I made a point of slathering myself in sunscreen, and jumping out of the car and dashing indoors at the speed of light.


When I went to the Abbotsford Flight Show last year, I put sunscreen on my entire face and neck and arms...
And so I got sunburnt...
On my scalp...
Where my hairline was divided... down the middle of my head.

So when the skin was peeling off for the next few days, it looked like I had major dandruff issues.

I had to blog about this so I will remember to apply sunscreen to my hairline with a Q-tip next time.

I've been saying this for years...
And I'm not changing it.

I must be a vampire...

The sun weakens me so!

It's too hot, it's too bright, and it makes everything too shiny.

When a strong beam of sunlight hits me I actually feel like writhing in pain.

I would never love California or Hawaii.

Or Taiwan, for that matter.


I used to tell people that I'm allergic to the sun.
And then they would agree to not do anything outdoors.

And then I found out that some people actually are allergic to the sun.

So then I felt like an ass.

I was organizing my poems.
By year written.
And I made a 2008 folder.
And then realized that I have nothing to put in it.



Farhad was replacing his car lights.
I don't mean the light bulb. I mean the whole plastic covering.
Farhad doesn't cook.
So when I saw him standing over a pot of boiling water, I was seized by the need to know what was going on.

Me: "Watcha doin?"
Farhad: "I'm cooking car lights."
I think I hear him wrong.
Me: "Sorry, I didn't hear you right. What?"
Farhad: "I'm cooking car lights."

I walk over, and suuuuure enoughhhhh, he was cooking car lights in a big pot.
To loosen the glue on the plastic.

Me: "Yummy."




I drove Farhad's new car all by myself.
Because I had to go to shopping.

...Replace "had" with "wanted".

I'm not great with parking.
Before I left, Farhad said, "You can just park away from other cars."
Me: "Okay."
Farhad: "Just be careful. Don't do anything fancy."
Me: "Like park next to other cars?"

He is fixing his old car as I back out of the garage.
He looks up five minutes later and I am still there.
He walks over.

Me: "I'm just adjusting the mirrors. And the seat."
Farhad: "Mmm hmm."


Apparently word has gotten out that Farhad is a mechanic because everyone keeps asking him to fix things.
He asks me go to with him.
But I'm always afraid the people getting their stuff fixed might be like "Who is she and why is she here?"
So I end up pretending that I know how to fix things too.
This is made easy by the fact that Farhad explains things to me and asks for my opinion.
Now everyone thinks the mechanic has a brilliant mechanic girlfriend as well.
BWA HAHAHAHAHHA.

It was during our garage sale.
We were standing around.

The old lady hobbles up our driveway.
She says, "Is your house the one that got run into by a car?"
Me: "Yep, that's us."
Friend: "You guys are like the neighborhood legend."

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*Pokes head around door*
Me: "Can I have this bottle of vinegar?"
Farhad looks up from his desk. "Sure, but what are you going to do with it?"
Me: "Stuffs."
I stalk away mysteriously. Into the bathroom.

I squirt some vinegar on my hair while in the shower.
It will supposedly make your hair shiny.
I don't know.
I just know that vinegar smells REALLY strong when mixed with hot steam.

As I come out of the bathroom, Farhad comes over to kiss my forehead.
I suspect it is because he wanted reason to smell my vinegar hair.
He "happens to" smell my hair.
He says, "Your hair smells like... the stuff."
I shrug nonchalantly and say, "It should. But it will be gone soon."

Now I am considering how to remove the smell.

Me: "Okay, but it's not good to have road rage."
Farhad: "It's not 'road rage'. It's 'Idiot, get off the road!'''
Me: "...That is exactly what road rage is!"
Farhad: "Hahahahaa..."


Me: "How you doing on your practice exam?"
Farhad: "...Man, the textbook's answers are all wrong."


Me: "Omg, I love your new car, it's exactly the type of car I always wanted."
Farhad: "Really? I'm so happy you like it! Do you want to drive it back to my place?"
Me: "Sure! But... have me drive it on the first day you get it? Do you really only want your car for one day?"
Farhad: "Lol."
Me: "I'm not on the insurance... and I don't have my N sign..."
Farhad: "So don't crash."

So I made a measly $65 dollars from the garage sale, over roughly 14 hours of work...
It was really only good for fun.


I went to Parker Place and bought a Chinese bra. Because my Chinese friends keep telling me that they are better.
It was $70, so it better be.
Chinese bra-selling ladies are pretty nosy. And intrusive.
I don't think I will be going back any time soon.

And life goes on.

Took a few hours to clean out, price, and set up all the stuff I want to sell.
It is so amazing how much brand-new stuff I have.
Apparently I like to buy things and never use them.
But I always knew that.

Made tables with boards and boxes.
Went around the block to put up signs.
OMG so much work.

So we are having a garage sale and I am cleaning out some stuff to sell.
I realized that I have SOO much STUFF.
Just lying around.
I never thought much about it until Erica was cleaning out the stuff SHE wanted to sell and there was literally no junk in her room.

It is incredible.
I feel so materialistically overwhelmed.