I just miss talking to you?
I miss you giving a fuck about whatever I have to say.
But whatever man, it's your loss.
I really just have nothing to say, sorry ..
But at least I finally got into Pottermore (:
Cos you looked so freaking ugly lol.
I know you think you looked absolutely amazing but honey, second-hand clothes just aren't going to cut it.
And I bet you thought it was cool to have that cake with all sorts of sexual terms on it, when no one really gave a shit and it tasted like crap anyway.
I'm glad I didn't go, if I did I would've had to sit and pretend to smile.
Btw, my boy? You look fat. (:
More like don't tell Steven.
Is it bad that I miss Cameron?
I dream of him all the time, and I find myself searching for him online and stuff.
A little history for you:
Cameron is my ex.
We broke up October '09 after .. 5 months?
Our relationship was pretty much nonexistent except for like .. sexting and stuff.
We weren't close at all, we didn't talk, we didn't even go out at all.
So .. I don't have any right to miss him.
But it's weird that he always appears in my dreams. I never dream of Steven or any of my other exes.
I don't know where I'm going with this .. I just needed it out.
Where to start, where to start?
Well duh, the beginning.
So Friday morning was uneventful, wake up, get dressed, wait for my sister to come and pick us up. And then three hours cramped in a car. During that time, I caught up on the Fallen series, reading the recently released Passion - but that's another post.
Once we got to Pattaya, there was the trouble of finding our hotel. Circling along the main road (Walking Street) a couple of times, we finally found it. We checked in and then had lunch in the restaurant.
What else, what else? I feel like an old person, my memory is shite!
Oh! We went and checked out our rooms, we had three (there were five of us) and they were kind of expensive, but nice nontheless. I've seen better, but they were comfortable! After that, the BF and I went down to the pool and just chilled for a bit. I bashed my head against the side of the waterslide, and that freaking hurt but I'm okay! Don't panic xD We had some milkshakes and headed back to our room once it hit 6 oclock.
Then it was time for dinner. We always order heaps. There was like four different types of fish, five squid dishes (MINE!), a lot of oysters, and other seafood too.
Now this is the good bit. Once we finished dinner, we went to a transvestite cabaret show! I know, it's kind of WTF but it was really cool. The sets were so well made, and the costumes were sooo gorgeous. If you want to check it out, the link to their website is here. Tiffany's Show.
We headed back to our hotel after that and then walked up and down Walking Street a few times, where we separated after buying some McDonald's xD You wouldn't believe how many prostitutes there were lining the road.
Back in my room, I took a nice bath and then the BF and I went and bought a couple of alcopops (Breezers, if you were wondering D:) .. (No details, tyvm ;P)
In the morning we had breakfast at the hotel. There was this awesome as pancake machine, where you punched in however many pancakes you wanted and it'd make them and a conveyer belt would roll them onto your plate.
We then visited the Ripley's Exhibitions in this mall. We went through the Wax Museum (pretty cool, if not exactly as lifelike as Madam Tussaud's), Infinity Maze (Kind of creepy but very cool too), 4D Theater (Crap, seen better.) and the Ripley's Museum itself (spent about 3 hours xD). We were too chicken to go into the Haunted House thing, and by the time we got to it, it was time to go home anyway.
So this was a pretty craply written recount about my holiday, but meh, I was never good at these things.
Love you guys!
I feel like I've been away for so long, even though it's only been two days.
I had a great time at the beach, but I'm in a not-so-great mood right now, so I'll update later.
Stay tuned,
Kitty.
Is everyone a poser these days?
I hate how you reblog things just to make yourself seem cooler.
You don't even like Paramore or Harry Potter!
I also hate the way you distance yourself from me because I'm not into following what everyone else is doing, and make yourself closer to people who will make you seem cooler if you hang out with.
By the way, your photography sucks.
I'm so pissed off.
I log into my Facebook with the intention of redeactivating it after it was reactivated by God knows who, and the first thing I see is my boyfriend flirting and making plans with another girl?
Fuck this, man.
I mean, it might not be such a big deal if I wasn't so jealous or possessive, but he's got freaking history with her!
And then he has the nerve to get pissed at me about it.
/sooverthis.
I have this friend.
Let's call her .. I dunno, Tulip?
Tulip and I met in the office of our (my ex) new school. We were both new, recently having relocated from another country. We spoke English, liked some of the same stuff as me, and it was cool, even though she was two years ahead of me.
I stayed close to her, not knowing how to - not actually wanting - to integrate myself into the new culture and their cliques. It was fine and everything. We hung out, had sleepovers, saw movies together, etc, just like normal friends, and I thought she was great.
It's only now, after I've been away and able to see her from a distance, that I realise how try hard she was.
Tulip pretends to be all hip and cool. (Who uses the word "hip" these days?) She tries to dress well and look nice, and what's wrong with that, right? Every time I'd talk to her, she'd try to make out that her life was better than mine. That she had more money, better things than I did. But I knew better.
Our mothers had become friends, and her mum would complain to mine about how they had no money while simultaneously pretending to be more rich than we are. It's kind of WTF. One second she'd be bragging about how much her husband makes a month (say, a lot) and then the next she's asking my mother for money because she can't afford to buy groceries.
Their family is a bit disfunctional, the mother and the [two] kids do nothing but swear at each other and the father just seems to not want anything to do with them. The mum would wait on him hand and foot every time he came home from work, and no one was allowed to eat until he went to bed.
Tulip would try to act smarter than me, when in fact, she isn't. She'd say she was better at English than me, speaking in broken and grammatically-incorrect terms, whereas my English was my first language.
I don't really give a shit about that, what really bugs me is the trying-to-be-superior part.
If I was over at her place, on my laptop or straightening my hair, she'd start to pratter on about how crap or old my stuff was, and how much better or newer hers was - when I knew the exact opposite.
Also, she'd copy me a lot. She'd see me having something cool, and then she'd go and buy the exact same thing and then take heaps of photos of herself using/wearing it and post it online on Facebook, making out like she had the thing first, knowing I didn't use Facebook and wouldn't flaunt my own stuff.
Whenever we go out, she pretends to know everything and be all outgoing, even though when confronted to do the actual thing she'd be saying she would, she wouldn't.
I know that last part didn't make sense, I just got a bit carried away, but it just makes me so angry!
You might think I'm mean or even cruel to pick at her like this, but it's just not cool, y'know?
(Note to self :: Use less commas.)
You know all those girls who follow every trend, purchase every magazine, and listen to the Top 40 all the time?
They piss me off so much.
It's like everything they do, everything they like, is just because everyone else likes it or to be "cool".
It's not even just the girls, the guys will be the exact same, and it makes me wonder if there's any originality left in the world. Humanity has just become a flock of sheep, with the media as their shepherd.
And of course, anyone who is different is immediately shunned or thought as "weird" or a "freak".
This post says a lot about me. I'm pretty misanthropic, but who wouldn't be, living in a population of mindless simpletons with bubbles for brains.
In other news, I enjoy edamame beans.
So it's Kitty.
I'm not going to bother with details or backgrounds, or whatever, I'm just going to jump in and hope for the best.
In the meantime, feast your eyes on my little cat Flick.
