enough!

I've had it with NFs (i.e. jeanie and haepee); it's high time I find me some people who like to keep in touch regularly, are on time, and really value and appreciate me. Ya know, I don't mind just curling up with a book on New Year's Eve. I'm just so sick 'n tired of people being so indecisive and that it takes too much cajoling to get 'em to do something.

smirnoff tea partay lyrics

Update 2 -- Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Corrections in orange cuz Candy Day is upon us.
Updated -- Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Thanks to an anonymous tipper 2 comments, the corrections are made in green -- the old money way -- and in bold; again, the old money way. See below for his/her comments.

p(rep)-unit forever
p(rep)-unit

p(rep)-unit!
what's up fellas?
yo yo, where my WASPs at?
M.V. -- martha's vineyard!
holla back!

tell buffy to chirp me
sip sip!

yo, straight outta cape cod
we're keeping it real
we're gonna have a party -- makes the ladies squeal

we're gonna turn it out with our parents' riches
we'll serve smirnoff raw tea and finger sandwiches

we keeps it real
by real, we mean rich
from new hampshire to vermont
from the maine main line to greenwich

cause no one's harder than a new england gangster
we drink raw tea on the south wing veranda

let's have a tea partay
high tea in the parlor makes the ladies holler
let's have a tea partay
smirnoff raw tea: lemond, peach, and raspberry

we sail yachts and we ride on horses
every meal we eat comes with multiple courses

when it's time to party, we have a tea party
and we keeps it real -- the old money way

haters hates haters like to counter clown our ivy league educations
but they're just jealous
cuz our families fathers run the nations

yo, where's the love at the tea partay?
but if you're gonna show up, send an rsvp our way

haters!
holla back!

let's have a tea partay
high tea in the parlor makes the ladies holler
let's have a tea partay
smirnoff raw tea: lemond, peach, and raspberry

we play croquet and we go rollerbladin'
here's to the homies on lock for insider trading

it's a tea partay from maine to amagansett
we might be vanilla but our lab(rador)s are chocolate

we're chilling from our heads
and white tennis visors
right down to our toes
in a pair of top-siders

so now it's time to break
but please will you promote smirnoff raw tea parties
and we'll send you a thank-you note
in cursive

tea partay
tea partay
tea partay
let's have a tea partay

please drink responsibly
and visit teapartay.com
playa!

pepto max!

nausea [cover mouth with one hand], heartburn [place other hand underneath collar bone], indigestion [cross arms over stomach area]

upset stomach [gather hands to belly button], diarrhea [place hands on butt]!

the christmas miracle

I know Jesus is real because something happened on Xmas night; never occurs on any day of the year.

We were pulled together as a family; gathered together for a family meeting about overcoming a common obstacle -- the damn super. By then, everyone had it with the pesky, troublesome, and unscrupulous rat whose extortion attempts were getting out of control.

I think God stirred something in that bastard's heart to pound on our door in the middle of the night -- on the Eve. I think God wanted our family to somehow remain intact and functional through some sort of adversity.

But Lord, I don't know if it'll work. As you know, nothing lasts on this planet and human love is no exception. But it was nice; for a fleeting moment that I will never forget and maybe that's what you wanted to do -- to give us a glimpse of what you really had in mind when it comes to family.

i hate looking at the world through my fingers

Well, it was a nice run; Haepee doesn't return my calls and e-mails, and getting reacquainted with people from the past is always awkward and never lasts. Sorry, Teeth, I just can't get past what you did to me.

In other news, it's clear that I should keep my eyes on an institution in Wayne. Baruch, you snubbed me.

God, I just hope that I make it enough to escape my crazy family; I really need a place of my own.

baby language

* Neh = "I'm hungry"
* Owh = "I'm sleepy"
* Heh = "I'm experiencing discomfort"
* Eair = "I have lower gas"
* Eh = "I need to burp"

head-on

Galactica: Deck

Starbuck: No. I don't think you're a traitor. You're a smart young woman, that's what the old man said. [Kat swallows.] You're just not smart enough to accept who you are. [Kat whimpers.] You see, you lied your way into the company of good people.
Kat begins to weep: Starbuck, don't tell the admiral. Please. Please don't, or I --
Starbuck: Or what?
Kat: Starbuck, please just let me tell him myself. Please just let me. Can you do that?
(Long pause.)
Starbuck, disgusted: Gods.
(Kat sobs as Starbuck leaves her, alone.)

Galactica: Corridor

(Kat approaches Enzo with Starbuck still echoing in her ears: "Accept who you are.")
Enzo touches Kat: Yeah. Remember me?
Kat: Yeah. Yeah, I remember you. Thieving bastard. You'll ruin everything I got. Come here.
(They have sex.)

(Flashback and forward: Kat touches her Raptor, opening Helo's locker, trading out rad badges to keep him grounded, joins the next trip out. Military drums. She climbs o­nto her wing with a rad badge in hand.)

Galactica: Sickbay

(Kat's in bed, dying. Kara stands over her.)
Starbuck: They said you wanted to see me.
Kat: Yeah. …I don't think we should end the way we ended.
Starbuck: Listen, um... everybody's... everybody is stuck with the things that they're not proud of. That, uh...that thing about good people, I… Um, I didn't mean that.
Kat: Yeah, I know.
Starbuck, taking out a small bottle: Here. Take these. Sleeping pills. [Kat looks at her.] Sadly: Enough. So, um, take 'em if you want.
Kat: Thank you.

stop the cat box!

the beets had some cataracts
the sheep don't like it
lock the cash box
stop the cat box

always thinkin' of you

How can I tell you that I love you, I love you
I long to tell you that I'm always thinking of you
I'm always thinking of you,
But I can't think of right words to say

happy, happy, joy, joy!

It's not official yet but looks like-- I'm in! It feels kinda weird cuz I thought I had to jump through more hoops. One more chat with another big cheese and it looks like in January I'll be studying my ass off. I'm happy and looking forward to transplant my ass in Wayne.

could use some TLC

Haven't seen some friendly faces lately. Looks like all the nice people are anywhere but here.

draggin' my feet

When I close my eyes to sleep, I hope that I won't wake up. Even if I do get a job, what satisfaction will that bring? I'll probably be always worried about how it's gonna end and whether I'll suffer before I take my last breath. I really don't know what's the point of chugging wearily.

I am bloated, hear me roar!

The uterus is a muscle; hence, it contracts. And when it does, it's just another blinding dysmenorrhea. And I exacerbate it by being still and feeding the inappropriate craving for chocolate. The story of my life -- I am my worst enemy.

kill me, not the turkey

If only it came true, then I wouldn't have to brace myself for another fuckin' holiday. Heads up: Return of Gonzo and Ma's obsession for a fuckin' family portrait!

different shades of the same

Harley: Every time I'm supposed to come see him I trick myself into thinking that it's gonna be different this time. But it never is. It's always just different shades of the same.


Natasha: Good, because... I like you, too. A lot of people walk in and out of my life, Dawson, and... you might not believe what I'm about to say, because I'm an actor and I lie for a living, but... you're one of the only people I ever really wanted to stick around.

Dawson: I don't know what to believe... but I love my life. I... wake up most mornings pinching myself that I get to take even a small part in all of this. But... I can't help but feel like it's all an illusion. You know? I mean, it's like it's all just one moment away from disappearing forever.

Natasha: That's because it is. For all I know, this could be my last job. So I'm going to enjoy the experience while it lasts, hug everybody now, because they might not be here tomorrow, and take the experience with me. And if meeting you is all I get out of this one, well, it might just be enough for me.

hearts, never knew ya

Ok, I don't even understand the game but I won anyway. When I'm extremely bored, I'll try to learn the rules and the strategies.

i win -- again!

Well, adieu Spider Solitaire. It's been frustrating trying to figure ya out. Now, I can move on. Next: Hearts.

a spider solitaire moment

I finally won a difficult-level game! Next challenge: medium or two suits!

doing the happy dance

Thanks to AOL's persistent efforts to help the average e-mailer, I was able to track down the bastard. He got her knocked up and was sucked into marrying her too. She writes all this crap about how things happen for a reason and I'm just laughing my ass off at the lies she feeds herself to maintain her sanity. Hey bitch, things do happen for a reason but you made 'em happen! I was grinning ear to ear upon seeing how fat and ugly she got too; she looks like an island ape. Sorry honey, but from what I recall, the boy just wanted to have fun and you've rained on his parade; marriage and kids were the last things on his mind. I give 5 years tops.

And you Jensen, now you have two mouths to feed when you were barely hanging there with one. It's not the marriage that's gonna ruin ya; paying child support is what's gonna kill ya unless you get sole custody of Siarrah. And if you have, since you're married now, why can't you get your fat cow to dress your darling daughter better? The girl's wearing the same clothes I've seen years ago.

the saving grace

Once in a while, and unexpectedly -- He makes me want to become better than what I am; and not because he's perfect. But he becomes the saving grace. Thank you, Jae.

it's all about T-Mobile

The bill may be due the 13th but they want your money NOW! That's right; you miss one month and some meanie behind the voice from collection customer service demands payment at that instant. Their new slogan should be: "T-Mobile, we always collect!"

agreeing to marry

There is no Shangri-La, you know? Every relationship is messed up. What makes it perfect is if you still want to be there when things really suck.

sad 'n lonesome

It's the same routine.
I'm ranting while I’m raving,
There's nothing here worth saving.

Tell me now, what more do you need?
Take me to Walter Reed tonight.
Baby I've lost the will for fighting
Over everything.
Well there's a few things I gotta say
And make no mistake, I'm mad…
'Cause every good thing I've had
Abandoned me.

All I want to do is hide.
It's graduation day
And everything I learned inside
Didn't seem to pay.
I've had my fill of palm trees
And lighting up Grauman's Chinese.

A sad and lonesome me.

I'm the walking wounded
And I'd say it to your face
But I can't find my place.

A sad and lonesome me.
A sad and lonesome me.
A sad and lonesome me.

weary

I know what I heard; don't dismiss my words as if I'm lying. If you really had my back no matter what, you wouldn't start defending her instead of asking what she said. What kind of mother are you? Why do you always side with other people when you yourself tell me to never trust them?

time to ditch ugly

or wear a burqa cuz of the girl staring back in the mirror.

Aaron Brown: And how is the crew holding up?

Suzanne Carbonal: Oh, they're nervous, Aaron. Yes. A few have suggested, for my own safety, I put on a burqa. You know, the traditional full head covering. [gestures downwards across her face]

Aaron Brown: Perhaps for our viewers' safety as well.

Suzanne Carbonal: What do you mean, Aaron?

Aaron Brown: Nothing. We'll be right back.

can't let go

Well I can't let go
No, I can't let go of you
You're holding me back without even trying to.
I can't let go
I can't move on from the past
Without lifting a finger youre holding me back.

I can't let go
No, I can't let go
No, I can't let go of you.

money going down the drain

With all the money I've had to shell out to Uncle Sam, I'm starting to wonder if God wants me to be poor; not that I have exhausted all options but it's an uphill battle if your parents don't root for ya mentally or are unable to monetarily -- let's be honest; education is an expensive purchase and it's not necessarily an investment with great returns.

Living in a sea of financial uncertainty, every time I see a bum in the city I am reminded that I'm fortunate to have a roof over my head.

I know I have no one to blame but myself for buying into the false idea that money doesn't matter; there's no point of loathing the church. Maybe if I was more desperate, I would be in a better place than I am today.

I just wish I was born into money or have some sort of talent like no other. Being mediocre blows.

trash gordon

A kid-friendly Roc Emerson is not necessarily a role model and should not be. Frankly, it's somewhat offensive and condescending. I think kids will grow up to make fun of poor Trash Gordon.

dream

I had a dream that you were mine
A song of heaven was in your voice, dear
Making my heart rejoice, dear
Sweet memories of a love divine.

think before donating

UNICEF should be last to vocalize exploitation of child labor. Every year, children act as minions of UNICEF, collecting on the organization's behalf, costing 'em little or nothing. All they gotta do is air cartoon ads that appeal to their source of free labor.

If you were to visit its site, UNICEF is very vague about what it is that they exactly do. If, for example, their mission is to feed the poor, why is it not mentioned? My guess is that UNICEF contracts out such services to private entities. But the question is, why isn't UNICEF transparent about these things? Why not include that in an ad? Better yet, show some results or disclose how the money is spent.

something other than statistics please

I don't know anything about marketing or advertising but this girl's rendition of "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" is downright annoying -- whether she's autistic or not. I'm sure the idea is to elicit some sort of suprise; showcasing diversity in autistic children.

A guy I once dated had an autistic niece whose parents were struggling with. His sister and her husband made a trip from Staten Island to somewhere in CT or upstate NY every week to go see their daughter's progress on a treatment program. And then one day, it was another trip to the center but with the niece in tow; she had come home for the holidays. George was making sure she was safely buckled in the backseat belt and did a double take when she said hello back.

Translating something like this would have been better. Maybe it's not even possible but I hope they stop airing that ad because I think people get that autism is serious.

let the help fly it

Getting a pilot license isn't cheap. So usually bored rich people get behind 'em controls. Whether it was an accident or not, Lidle endangered innocent lives and the FAA has no excuse for its lax rules.

There's a lot of emphasis on the tragic loss of a Yankee pitcher, but all I can see is an inexperienced dumbass who thought a plane that can pop a parachute is damn safe. Cory Lidle's widow and the FAA will be lucky if they don't get sued.

LIRR is somebody's bitch

It's a wonder that nobody's suing LIRR and that LIRR is doing absolutley nothing while they're stalling.

misogyny spree

Colorado and Pennsylvania; something tells me that it's really not about guns. Have you noticed that it's the girls who are getting killed? Young girls!

The problem with these victimizers is that most likely they were molestation victims themselves with deep-seated issues with females! This is why society should not dismiss them as some kind of abnormality; they are products of this society.

I never thought that guys can be intimidated or hurt by girls. When I heard that fat boys would get depressed or suicidal due to rejection or taunting by girls, it just didn't make any sense to me. From my point of view, boys were physically stronger; the ball was always in their court.

When my ex revealed to me how girls were so mean to him when he was growing up because he was fat, I couldn't believe that girls would do that; to me, it just didn't make any sense. But I knew and felt, even without him delving into details, that the pain he endured was real and indelible. In addition, he too was molested, fanning the angry flames within him.

I don't think that one is born crazy; the person was driven to pull the trigger. In the PA case, the guy was a victim and a victimizer and he reached a point where he couldn't take it anymore. Of course, I'm not condoning his actions; I'm not gonna say that it was God's will or any of that stupid crap. What happened to all these girls are atrocious; nobody deserves that.

What I am saying instead is that these "crazies" aren't gonna disappear. Everyone is capable of all the things we deem ugly. This means that there's a troubled young soul out there who will grow up and lash out at the innocent bystanders. All I'm saying is that we as a society must address this as preventive measures; we can't just execute the "crazies" and pat ourselves on the back. They are weeds and unless we realize this, history will repeat itself and we'll see it in the headlines.

misheard

Whatever. When Paula Deen says "Ready to party!" it sounds like "Clog your arteries!"

i so wanna get wasted right now

It just hit me that maybe I'll never be ready or mature enough for marriage. I'm coming to the conclusion that in the end, some people just dive into it.

I have to remind myself that I'm unlike other people; I have to at least be in a position where I can bring something to the table and I just-- can't right now. Most likely, by the time I am "ready" to have children, I'll have to deal with the fact that my eggs will be too old and maybe I'll have to look into other options, like adoption.

I used to be so sure that adoption was "the way" and the future for mankind. As of now, I'm thinking that if I can't even take care of myself, how the hell can I take care of another human being and somehow try to protect my heart from being devastated by its betrayals and the pain the thing will inflict upon me. That's right; all I can think about is the pain I'll experience by the child. Pain, pain, and pain.

My life is just full of agony so it's hard to look on the bright side if there is any. I just want to cry.

the ship has sailed

Just found out that Scat got married 2 weeks ago. This year, that makes 3 guys I dreamt of having a future with. Ok, Jepp doesn't count cuz all he meant to me was just a good choice for a prom date. But, Scat's marriage means the end to my high school days. That's right: no more hoping or potential suitors from those days; no more blast from the past.

Ugh, I'm such a loser. No matter how much I tell myself I'm better off alone, as soon as I see the happy pictures, I get so jealous. Please, no more weddings this year. Lord, just spare me another despair for the rest of the year at least. Well, you've done your worst. They're all taken now. I'm just meant to be so miserable. So alone.

Funny. Just yesterday I was glad that I was alone.

Why can't I stop feeling so betrayed? So stabbed in the back? Why am I so angry?

Scat and I shared a beautiful moment, down on our knees, connected. I don't know if I'll ever get to have that kind of moment with another man. Scat may have experienced that with many girls but for me, he was the first and probably the last. Maybe that's why it stings so badly, searing...

Ah, I'll get over it. Soon, I hope.

when blading, protect your tailbone

I should have stayed home and had some tub of ice cream; instead, my tailbone is aching, left back thigh is burning, and my left hand is scraped. If only I wore my hand guards, my hands would be at least be free! Stupid, stupid, and stupid! Always wear long jeans no matter how hot it is! You scraped your polyester ones, should have known better!

Funny thing is, as I finally got myself together, I saw the passing back of a biker's t-shirt that advertised a chiropractor team. I cracked up. The odd thing is, that chap got off his wheels too and ran the track; so I had another pleasure of seeing his "subtle" advertisement; I think he was trying to reel me in after my fall.

In retrospect, I should have taken the boys' offer to help me to my feet; it would have been a nice way to meet them. But I didn't. I always hated it when people would rush you to get up. Why can't you let me just get to it myself at my own pace?

so strange and creepy

The other day I had this sort of deja vu moment, except that this time, I'm pretty darn positive that it didn't happen in my dreams first: I'm opening the hatchback and it occurred to me that I visioned this moment where I would touch the handle and remember an old lady's face and a mixed-grain rice package.

It's just so weird and disturbing that sometimes I wonder why I have these moments, and usually they're not good things. For example, I saw Dodook and Ramen in my dreams, on top of me, just about to enter me. I even saw my unhappy self working at the Rocawear-wannabe company.

I once told Ali of my deja vus and she just looked at me funny.

I'm not making these up but if it's a gift, it's kind of a useless one if ya ask me. What's the point of seeing (bad) things in the future, when it'll happen anyway despite all your precautions?

domesticated

"Despite everything, I still love her -- I think."

"You do?"

"Yea, I mean, she's my mother and I'd still be willing to buy her nice things if I can afford it -- even though I know that she'll drive me insane. I just need some time to cry myself out and calm down and eventually she'll get her way. Jesus Christ, no wonder I'm always the doormat in every relationship."

bleak

I know that Ma and Pa won't leave me a dime. Most likely Jae's gonna get all of it but they'll give Gonzo a good bulk too since he's the first son. As for me, Pa will probably leave a will saying that I should have known better than to end up as an unsuccessful, old maid. Ma will chime in with a victim speech, saying that I don't deserve anything after all I've said and done to her.

Maybe Jae will cut me some but if there isn't much left, I doubt he'll be generous. And even if there is enough, he'll interrogate viciously before I even see a cent. But that's nothing compared to what Gonzo's gonna do. I'll never forget his threat of throwing me out on the curb because the deed is under his name, reminding me that I don't own anything. So, what's a girl to do?

One thing for sure, nobody should ever feel so depressed for such a long period of time. It's really terrible. My heart wrenches 90% of the time cuz I feel so alone. The only way to really overcome it is to put all your energy on better or positive things like a career or goals.

My life would be better if I didn't talk back as much but it's not in my nature. Maybe I can blame it on Western ideology that supports individualism; whoever came up with the idea that you should always speak out is an idiot. Heros die and it's only the cowards who survive. And when you realize how disgusting you really are, there are only 2 things u can do: sink or swim. I'm trying hard as I can to not sink. So, when I'm about to die, I can definitely say that I did try.

irritating

"Wah, wah! Things didn't work out the way I planned!

Wah, wah! I misused my husband's inheritance and income and I don't know why I'm still poor! God should bless me cuz I poured it on church even against the advice of my pastor! I'll just beg God to give me more cuz he always has!

Wah, wah! My daughter hates me! My daughter thinks I'm stupid but I'll prove her wrong at the expense of her future. As long as I make her grovel, my life is perfect! I don't know why she thinks school is worth spending money."

teary

It's only a matter of time; I'm gonna have to take a hard look at myself because I burned a lot of bridges. I bet that when I really get into trouble, I'm gonna be all alone. It's gonna suck that I have nothing to fall back on; sometimes my mouth really lands me into trouble but with time, I don't regret so much. Since I have nobody but myself, there's so much at stake. You hope that you'll have a support troop but eventually you're gonna have to do the walking. Some people are fortunate to have been fed with a silverspoon but I wasn't blessed that way and time is running out. I have to be consumed with escaping this prison; being sidetracked by distractions like friends and love is out of the question. I've done those episodes and there's a dragon lady breathing fire and threatening to ruin me... It's gonna be a rough night. So kids, if you're bedmates with a brat, don't be stupid like me and get on her case. Trust me, karma's a bitch and I know it'll come to bite me in the ass; cuz God's fair, ya know. Plus, I never win. And even if I do, it's fleeting.

And as usual, when Ma stays home, all hell breaks loose. Her and her stupid plans and if she doesn't get what she wants, she fumes and lashes out. Maybe I should try planning this better next time. Eh, I'm just glad she's off to work tomorrow. Yay, tomorrow!

that kiss

There's nothing like a soft kiss from the wind.

After the rain
You can look to the sky again
The clouds will give way
To the light of the sun
After the rain
You know that you've made it through
And you'll finally see the joy from the pain
After the rain

afterthought

I'm not exactly sure when I'll see Haepee again. But I'd like to conclude the recent episode. In a way, the three of us sitting at the sushi bar was a nice way to avoid looking into each other's eyes; it was a nice way to evade seeing the fragile ties for what it truly is. I'm afraid the next time we meet, I'll be less kind because every time we do, my resentment grows instead. The fact that I can no longer dote her doesn't make me feel good about myself; I really don't want to be the jealous type. But people just take, take, and take; they love me when I play the doormat.

It doesn't help that the weather has become suitable for sweaters; I'm starting to feel lonely. And when fall makes her entrance, I take a trip down memory lane, evoking that postcard from him that is no more. It's odd that his name can mean "standard." In a way, he was the prototype.

Well, the reunion served to underscore our insignificance 10 years ago, when I arrived at that village with hopes and dreams, and that we are not extraordinary. So, this recent meeting was far from being great -- it did not evoke monumental positive energy or cement our relationships tighter. Although I wish to hear their opinions, they're not here. And so, I'm the only one talking.

so tired

Maybe I'll have pleasant dreams when so tired. Maybe my dreams will be better than my life where I feel so bad all the time.

a possibility

... lives that are young but already old in discouragement. Perhaps what we are meant to feel between Arturo and Camilla is not chemistry but geometry: They could fit well together, and provide each other's missing angles.

bracing myself

It's gonna be a long weekend. Labor Day just snuck up on me with a letter from Workers Comp., demanding 25 grand in penalties; I need to ditch this E2 visa. I'm hoping that Ma opens on Monday cuz it's gonna be hell in this crowded condo. I better come up with a plan for the rainy days. Otherwise, I'm seeing images of me in tears.

envy

I'm not too sure if I can be around Haepee. She, unlike me, has a great relationship with her father, and I just feel cheated because though she may not have brains or the beauty, she has wealth and love -- something I may never obtain. She's great but her presence only emphasizes how much I lack and yet I'm always nice to her. If I want to stop the self-effacing, I may need to cut her out of my life. When she's not around, I just don't feel as bad about myself -- so naked and ashamed.

breaking up with booze

It occurred to me that I haven't had a drop of booze since God-knows-when. I also realized that after meeting up with Haepee and Butterface aka Yoohoo, that I better make good use of my time and research a new career ASAP. Those knuckeheads are spoiled brats who've become passionless, washed-out, and aimless hags; and I hope to God I will do everything within my power to make something of myself.

So, booze is out. Pa drinks enough for this family. Until there's a great or happy occasion to celebrate, I'm gonna steer away from it.