should i give up, or keep on chasing pavements.

if i NEVER NEVER EVER win the lottery [seeing as i don't buy tickets, i think i'm off to a really good start], anything from this batch (OR THE WHOLE DAYUM BATCH) would be just as G.R.E.A.T. ain't nothing better than a classic yet somehow NEW throwback on your feet && fresh warm popcorn in your mouth **butter not included**

PS you can see in the tab bar what i'm reading =D

according to pisces astrology my erogenous zones are supposedly my feet. but whoever came up with that hot issue couldn't be more wrong. anyone who knows me really well, knows for a fact that i can't stand feet (pirates had the right idea, but they should've taken it one step further and gotten rid of both of them). ONLY baby feet are ALRIGHT because they haven't crusted over from going past their expiry date. perhaps that fact that i DO adore a nice pair of sneakers, he or she could be right in that aspect. only just a little bit. maybe.

you taste just like glitter mixed with rock & roll.

i wish i could time travel; nothing too fancy -- just going back to the cotton candy moments of my life. there are many.

a couple of days ago i went for all you can eat sushi, hidden in that magical plaza near pacific mall. honestly how do they hide such a big small plaza in such a small ass area?? but i digress. well i was ordering from the giant menu, and i look out the window to see some guy holding the hand of a little boy (PS i wish i could pull off rain boots ~ he had baby blues: F@*K i'm jealous). farther back, the wifey double checks the car doors via remote control and flashing lights, and the happy family makes its way into the restaurant. what i notice is this female looks REALLY REALLY REALLY familiar. not in that "paris hilton with the b. u. g. e. y. e. s. on her face//paparazzi" kinda way, but the "somehow she looks as if i've meet her, in a proper setting -  wholesome like wonderbread" kinda way. lo and behold i call out her name and it's my teacher from the sixth grade. the two of us catch up and i find out the adorable tyke is her one and half year old son~~ TOO CUTE. i want kiddds. we part ways and i think out loud: wow.. it must be weird for her to see me after all those years. in grade six i was this chubby kid on the volleyball team && now i'm this flaming FAG. woe is me.

but i wish i brought my cam-cam ! ! -tear- -tear- the sushi rolls, among the OTHER exquisite meals, were too pretty to eat. but we did anyway. i guess that means it won't be the last time i fine dine that in that little hot spot. but a reminder for next time --- bring the DAYUM camera and a much more empty stomach. PS and don't go on a friday [dinner is $27 smack-a-roo's]. plus the must-order-again list include the red dragon roll, mango roll, anything with BBQ eel, sweet potato tempura and SPRITE WITH VANILLA ICE CREAM. i swear that stuff is the elixir of life. and if isn't, then it should be.

made in twenty (20)

sitting here, eating cheetos for breakfast, with the laptop sitting in front of me && fashion television in the background. i'd laugh harder at the fact that i'm the biggest joke since seinfeld left the air --- but it's more sad than funny. i'm the big two zero and i don't think that i have anything to show for it. i've met amazing people and have experienced things that i thought i'd never come across in my whole life. but i'm hungry~ i want more; i want to do more. i feel like i should have a metro pass that will take me out of my body. when the pass finally expires i'd come back to find that i'm a citizen on an undisclosed island. the love of my life and i are living in a quaint oak treehouse on a cliff by the seaside. my days would be spent painting pretty pictures of girls in bikinis and fighting crime [ chicks who kick ass, who have littler girls looking up to them / and maybe some boys too ] and in my spare time i'd be admiring the million of shoes that the hubby bought for me, while somehow managing to take care of our three precious angel babies kristiano, hermes (pronounced like the fashion brand, not the mythological deity) and angelus. the hubby would come back home and i'd have dinner prepared, full of exotic delicacies and tropical beverages. at the end we'd have a vast array of sweet && savory desserts before putting the kids to sleep. then the man of my dreams and i would go for a midnight swim.    in  a perfect world..  / my mind is wandering in circles because right now i'm lost -- wish i could just runaway.

she's got a halo around her finger.

i keep forgetting what makes me tick..

but when i remember i'll be sure to write it all down.

promise.

lock me up~ lock me up~

sometimes the internet gives me giggles.

when it's not making me cry over spilt milk.

lost in translation -- wish i was on vacation.

honestly ~~ i don't even know what i want to do with my blog anymore.. or truly;; what i want to do with life. so many thoughts running thru my head that begin with "i want"

i want to be stinkin rich
i want to be a better artist
i want to be a designer
i want to be a writer
i want to be a poet
i want to be a good son
i want to be famous
i want to be almost famous
i want to be smartER
i want to be in love
i want to be loved
i want to live

the list could on but i'm too mentally drained to be going thru these motions. the idea of having a fashion blog was a great idea at the time -- but i don't think that this is my forte. so for now i'm just going to put up the things in my life that bring me happiness. this shall be my happy place, my safe haven if you will. somewhere i can put ALL my unorganized thoughts // that way they're somewhat organized. i want to capture a lot things: fashionable things, memorable moments, laughter and, like i said, happy things.

i don't think i'm going to clean out my old posts though ** they'll be a reminder of what i don't what to do.

in the meantime... you can follow me on twitter -- that thing is addictive.

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