RANDOM THOUGHTS

The 3 O'Clock slump at work sucks. I just wanna go home, lift heavy weights at the gym, smoke some Mary Jane, chill and sleep. #struggleisreal

ITGamerGirl wrote:

MikeyC wrote:

Tamm wrote:

I... don't know what to say anymore..

WOW.... that's...sooo....bad!! LMAO

It is so wrong.. but I am dying of laughter

Wow! That's Wow! Um how to get an Asian guy? LOL. I guess that's one way to do it.

First, that Chinese guy is not even that good looking.
Two, this commercial is literally plagiarized from this old Italian commercial(even the background music).

I have always considered myself like a speck of dust in my grandmother’s attic. I hated myself for growing up into someone as insignificant as an old blouse that’s been tattered into pieces. I wanted to become more. I dreamed of becoming someone that history will remember. I want my name to be echoed across centuries. I want to become that woman that will never be forgotten. But at the end of the day, I am just myself. I am that someone who blends in with the shadow. I am that someone who is terrified of climbing out of the tower where I have imprisoned myself. I am that someone who will forever remain a wallflower. I really want to believe in the existence of a parallel universe. Perhaps the same me exists somewhere out there, the same me who had stumbled upon the right dream, doing something she loves and knows what she wants from life. Maybe she has already figured out her raison d’etre. Maybe the same me is happy out there. Then I can just be happy for her too.

It's funny how artistic we become after our hearts are broken.

Vesna wrote: I have always considered myself like a speck of dust in my grandmother’s attic. I hated myself for growing up into someone as insignificant as an old blouse that’s been tattered into pieces. I wanted to become more. I dreamed of becoming someone that history will remember. I want my name to be echoed across centuries. I want to become that woman that will never be forgotten. But at the end of the day, I am just myself. I am that someone who blends in with the shadow. I am that someone who is terrified of climbing out of the tower where I have imprisoned myself. I am that someone who will forever remain a wallflower. I really want to believe in the existence of a parallel universe. Perhaps the same me exists somewhere out there, the same me who had stumbled upon the right dream, doing something she loves and knows what she wants from life. Maybe she has already figured out her raison d’etre. Maybe the same me is happy out there. Then I can just be happy for her too.

It's funny how artistic we become after our hearts are broken.

Everything ends, and happiness comes not in denying this but in living with it. It's a message even more bitter than a clove cigarette, yet, somehow, a breath of fresh air.

If you step on a person's foot, he or she will open their mouth like a trash can.

Guess Asians really are amazing at everything! Can't even recall what I was doing at 12 years old.

Let's love and peace

i slept so long and im still sleepy >_<