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if you could tattoo yourself

(pl.) vis vires.

latin-english:
force, power, strength, might,influence


you know yourself when you can think of one word to describe your entire self without sounding corny...unless of course the word is "corny".

or is it the other way around, and the one word that defines you is who you want to be known as?

curious

magnetic
batman.

this was brought up by a curious little eye, spying on a back-of-the-neck tattoo of a pretty little thing in the bus. vis vires it had splashed ever so neatly on the neck; and the hunt for the translation began.

Tattoo implants have long been a dream of mine. To have symbols and personal pieces of literature sprawled all over the intimate areas of my body...you know...like..my skin.
a constant reminder to everyone about who i am and the most important values in my life.
or even just the most influential words/pictures of people's lives.
whether it be the 10 commandments, a monologue from Fight Club, elvish conversations of the Middle Earth to "i wish i could
wengardian levio-this-ass-back-20-years"

but it the thought of a picture of my face sagging like a folded picture from MAD magazines into a erect penis-though chaaarming-isn't the type of tattoo i'd like my kids to actually catch a glimpse of.

"wow mum. you really did like them men"

so i constantly ricochet my thoughts on whether i should do the deed or not.

Conclusion: i decided to stick with correct lexis- double checking on foreign characters for misspellings or incorrect meanings. you don't want "may i please enquire for a cheeseburger?-lolcats" proudly displayed on your forehead thinking it'll be funny.


by the way, did you know that hullabaloo was an actual word? < : )3
more on that later.

with much curiosity,
Ona

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fish soup, anyone?

FOUL!
no-one looked after the fish until a couple of days ago, and to their suprise, found two dead fish in out pond that morning.

judging by the alluring faeces-brown murky water and the sweet scent of maggot-filled rotten apples mixed with that fish-ey smell, those fish did not die anytime near the present.
what's worse was that the other fish were still swimming in that!
ewwww....dead friends blood in yer lungs!


SO, i did a noble act and decided to save my scale-y friends; but catching them was harder that i thought.
My noble gesture resulted in me having to have to unload bucketS of deadfish-water into the drain, which, at times, attached itself all over my legs. EW.


Once they were forced to surrender their disguises to me, i pulled them to (hopefully not their first) over-exposure of oxygen.

do you think over-exposure of air to fish is like being attached to a tank of Nitrous oxide (laughing gas), and that they're actually having the time of their lives?

i'd like that.


in the end, it took me two whole days to get the water out, settle the fish, renew the water and watch them get accustomed to their new-old-home.
just so i can write...


"Regards,
fish-thumbs (the piece-of-awesome that may be able to save your fish one day...cos i care)"

P.S:
R.I.P fish 086 and fish 092
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The bucket list

Things to do before i die:

-collect all 493 poke'mon. unless further poke'mon exist in such games ie platinum.

then...then, i don't know how many pokemon i should be collecting.
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speaking of cartoons

pokemon.
that's right. pokemon.

i am going back to my childhood days, carefree from the restraining stereotypes of asians and playing pokemon.
COSI'MFREETODOASIWISH
-WITHOUTTHECONSTANTHASSLINGOFSOCIETIESEXPECTATIONSOFMEDAMMIT.

PAWN SHOPS ARE THE GREATEST PLACES I HAVE EVER LAID MY EYES ON.
yeah that's right. you heard me. i went to a porn pawn shop and bought the GREATEST game to have ever been created. with its simple graphics and recycled sounds and concepts, it still makes me sit up in bed at 5am in the morning whispering to myself...
dammit.
i love pokemon.

&
i think i'm addicted.

love,
the pokemon catcher (a.k.a, sexygrl69)
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supermassive blackhole

this is why i was never any good with diaries.
i may start off well with my entries, and then a time gap gets in the way, then an even longer time gap; soon enough, the gap becomes a black-hole where time, space and conscientiousness are lost forever.
but you haven't completely lost all faith in me writing in this blog again have you?
black-holes. ptsch. honestly.

here's some exciting news to wake you up though. MY weeks in which my 'destiny' has conjured up for me has totally been watching reruns of captain planet lately.
IMPOSSIBLE you say. OUTRAGEOUS you believe.
YOU DYED YOUR HAIR GREEN,TURNED INTO THE INCREDIBLE BLUE HULK, GREW A MULLET AND HAVE A PET MONKEY?!

i do like the monkeys...
but no.
let's begin the low-down.
FIRE
that's right. fire at the workplace. mr arsonist thought it would be incredibly fun to light up a bin and send flames fuming into the ceiling, setting off the fire alarm so that *squeals* firemen would come to rescue us unFORtunate citizens who prefer to watch the last 30 minutes of their film, rather than saving themselves from the firey whips of the flames, whipping the air like it's its own bitch.
it doesn't get more exciting than that. oh, but it doesn't stop there.
WATER
that fire alarm which set off the sprinklers caused the drains to overflow and flood majority of the complex's area; so we had to use the power of, that's right...
WIND
...well more like...vacuum cleaners which specifically suck up water from carpets..
and that was just one night.
obviously destiny wanted me to stick all the planeteers powers together in one episode, but another holy being stopped that from happening. ah, such crazy humour these beings have.
because the next day, we had
POWER-failure.
ahhahahhaha
the whole shopping centre had a blackout. all except our glorious cinema. it was so pretty. the dull lighting shining across the complex walls. the warm glow of each lightbulb. the pearl white teeth workers wore while effortlessly showing how badly they wanted to be at work that day,
i started to feel all romantic~

that's when i got thinking, all this captain planet stuff was pretty groovey. sign me up anyday for frequent power combustion to save my life from its evil boringness.
until i realised, i was missing one element.
EARTH
horrible, horrible earth.
with its blasted gravity. dont' ask me how, but it did it.
a huge.
effin.
15 inch.
CRACK.
on my screen.


my belo-ved.
laptop.
screen.


which ended my daily internet affair...for the while.
and yes, i am typing to you at the moment with screen colour leaks streaked across its face. bloody emo laptop.
soon...soon enough i'll take you to the rehabilitation centre. and you shall be free~

*dances away*
plouski.