couch potato baby domokun

i haven’t been up to much. working more because my bills were late (i swear i never got the statements in the stupid mail in the first place) and also being a part-time couch potato. desperate housewives all the way!!!

and i made some cute baby domo adoptables :D everyone prease go and adopt, very cute, i promise! http://moumou.ca/domo/ http://moumou.ca/domo/ http://moumou.ca/domo/ http://moumou.ca/domo/ http://moumou.ca/domo/ http://moumou.ca/domo/ http://moumou.ca/domo/ http://moumou.ca/domo/ http://moumou.ca/domo/ http://moumou.ca/domo/ http://moumou.ca/domo/

auggie said they’re making a domokun show in the states. i have a bad feeling about this since i don’t want to see people sporting domo goods everywhere but i guess i shouldn’t be so possessive, the more the merrier!

come on barbie let’s go party

has been over-eating. all is well! :love: hope everyone is having a good holiday

same birthday as baby jesus! except most of its brothers and sisters were eaten by the mum and dad right after birth. this picture was seriously hard to take since the camera is broken and goes purple so i randomly pointed and luckily ended up with a clear picture of this very very tiny fry picture; the fry is actually about 3mm in length :)

high school losers

i know it’s christmas, but since the big family dinner hasn’t started yet, let’s think back to high school, and what a wonderful fun time that was.

i went to two different high schools, centennial in coquitlam from grade 9 and 10, and palmer in richmond for 11 and 12. the biggest difference about those two schools are the cafeteria food (cent was way better), the size (my elementary school in coq. was bigger than palmer), the people, and along with that, the social structure/hierarchy. i don’t want to make high school seem like it is in mean girls, but there is some truth in that movie and we all know it. although it wasn’t too apparent in centennial because there were just so many people, the groups often merged and dispersed with other groups, and people were friends with people in different groups and that’s how it should be naturally.

however, when i moved to palmer, the people were petty about even standing next to people in other cliques, which were sorted by race, language, and “extracurricular activities” (sport-ing, shopping, gossiping, studying, music-ing, drug-ing, FOB-ing).

so let’s refer back to the movie mean girls, because that’s the kind of girls that existed in palmer. so there’s the upper crust girls in palmer (who weren’t as hot as rachen mcadams or lindsey lohan) who didn’t exactly make other people’s lives miserable but who weren’t exactly on the nice side either. they were the ones who were genetically lucky, had time to party because they didn’t have to study due to the fact that mommy and daddy could pay their way for everything after high school. the thing about these girls is that they’re well off, pretty, popular, and they know it. they don’t hide it, and they accept the way they are. then there’s the secondary upper crust, which didn’t exist in the movie, but appears in palmer in the form of slightly less attractive girls who studied on the side because they didn’t have mommies and daddies to pay their way, yet they had the same self-absorbed attitude as the upper crust because they refuse to believe that they’re bitches and act nice on the surface. much like lindsey lohan pretending to be upper crust when originally she started out “innocent”.

i can’t really tell if i’m making sense, but this all has to do with what i’m about to write, i promise.

so secondary upper crust girl, let’s call her K, comes into my workplace the other day to pick up her photos. we had a common friend, who was that guy in high school who had all girl friends and no guy friends, yet he’s not gay, he just doesn’t like talking about cars and girls and other “manly” things. said guy worked with me at superstore, but quit because he wanted a grant from the govt which is only given if you don’t have a job. so K and i were making small talk about girly guy friend; i said i miss working with him, and she says:

“can’t find a better job, huh?”

i was stumped for a moment because of what she said, then i replied with, “yeah, i’m lazy” and stopped talking to her, then she left. i tried running that comment in my head over and over again, and it just bothered me that no matter how she said it, either in a chipper tone, a sympathetic tone, or even a mundane question type of tone, IT WAS RUDE. there’s nothing wrong with my job, and she’s still sticking to her secondary upper crust-y attitude, SNOBBING people even though she’s not better of than the rest of us.

i should’ve replied with something like, “yeah? yeah? CAN’T FIND A BETTER FACE, HUH?”

but that would’ve been totally inappropriate of me.

i would have to say my job is slightly better than one of her best friend’s chicken restaurant job, one that her friend has held for like, five years. (i don’t want to be snobby, the upside of her job is that she gets really tasty chicken, i just don’t see why K has to be vile towards me about my job when her friends are the same.) i work at the electronics place at superstore, i work when i want and the pay is average. i get benefits i don’t really need, and most of the time i’m paid to stand around and watch the new release movies. i can’t believe she’d still carry her snob ugly attitude around even though we’re done with high school, you’d think these people would grow up and realize there’s more in the world than to make other people feel inferior (when they’re obviously not ;) )

what a bitch. lol.

i will turn myself into a mental institute one day

i received an email from a Rebecca Chen on facebook and i was like, i didn’t send any messages to myself just now, that would mean I’m crazy. even crazier than talking to myself and thinking i did something i did not do. then it just got even more complicated because i feared i had multiple personalities and one personality is trying to contact the other. and so on.

But anway. i checked the email, and some girl with the same name as me started a facebook group for our namesake. it made me realize just how common my identity is. i still have my chinese name to make me feel special, but then again i’m sure someone will have the same chinese name as me because there’s so many goddamn chinese people and only, ONLY, 2000 or so characters. dammit.

why couldnt my mother name me something cool, like pomegranate or princess consuela banana hammock. or lover of cute cuddly bunny rabbits. or sacagawea.

argh, the inferiority of being normal!

please die hsbc pc financial and francis fucker bacon

i had a really bad time with the bank this morning, and studying scared the shit out of me, because francis bacon is a sick bastard who paints scary scenes that will now haunt me for the rest of my life.

however, i feel much better after watching this:

kim jong kook – lovely
he’s so cute because his eyes are so small… so cute hehe. i especially like their dance and his little hand gestures xD :love:

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