rabbit princess

once upon a time there was a rabbit princess. she had a lot of marriage offers but her father the king wouldn't let just anyone become his son-in-law. he then proclaimed that there would be a contest to choose his daughter's suitor.
on the day of the contest, rabbits from all over the kingdom came to try his luck.
the king unveiled the manner of his contest. "whomever manages to drink till the end from this cup; will be the princess's husband," he said, holding up a metal cup.
the crowds oohed and aahed. some rabbits scoffed. the king's terms sounded easy.
the bravest rabbit stepped out. "hand me the cup!" he demanded. immediately he took a swig. he jumped miles into the air! "ow!" he yelled. he dropped the cup like a hot potato. everyone now knew; the cup held boiling hot water.
the crowds grew excited. they can't wait to see who wins the contest!
one by one the rabbits lined up to try to drink the boiling water; the bravest, the strongest, the biggest, even the wannabes. every single one of them failed.
the king was about to give up when suddenly a small rabbit ran up to him. "let me try!" he said. the crowds tittered. they were convinced that he would fail too! (since he doesn't look at all strong or brave).
"it's hot," he said, holding the cup. "sire, i brought my family with me. may they feel how hot the cup is too?"
the king felt that there was no harm in allowing this wish, so he granted it.
behind the small rabbit a long line of his families and relatives had formed. they passed the cup from one hand to another, each one agreeing and calling out, "it's hot! careful now!"
by the time the cup reached the small rabbit again, all heat has dissipated and the small rabbit was able to finish drinking the water in the metal cup.
hence he was declared the winner. he married the rabbit princess, the king was very pleased, and they lived happily ever after.

the end. (source:encyclopedia)
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can't forget, don't want to forget?

makcik

today i dressed like a makcik. i don't care.

the viet cong had women fighting on the front lines. this was about 40 years ago.

miss piggy

i ate two pies today. hello, miss piggy.

i love that eragon is dragon spelt with an e instead of a d. whoa. i felt like joey thinking that out loud.

i cannot see eight below. i have crushes.. on the dogs.

i'm non-fighting with everyone.

i'm not S, has never been and will never be.

aerobics

it's not so bad, you know, aerobics. of course you feel like running away from the room screaming 'never againnnnn!' while you were doing it, but if you concentrate and take it a breath at at time (trust me: a breath. at a time), soon it will be dumbells, then floor excercises, and then, it's over! and then you'll find that hey, it's not so bad after all. nothing hurt much. it felt kinda good. you'll have kristen bell's bod in no time. not kirsten storms though. between zenon 1 and 3, she has really filled out, if you know what i mean. but i'll be just as pleased if i look as good as she does.

i think i really like the all american rejects.

mother has correctly identified that the wayans in my wife and kids are related to/is one of the wayanses in white chicks. which is her favourite movie. white chicks.

tch. parents these days.

the mystery that is the pussycat dolls:
1. only of them really sings. what does the rest of them do?
2. despite thinking that they are lame and untalented (except chick eden's crush) i liked their song, b with you.
3. the beep song is really, really EW. but i have it running in my head! and i think i am fond of one piece of music in it! help.

why did kelly clarkson wore that jacket that exposed her belly in her latest videoclip? it looks really weird. like she has a really big belly. like, no.

imagination

if you were a real person, imagination, our relationship would be of the love-hate variety.

i want

you think the whole world revolves around you.

you don't even remember what i look like anymore.

that is awesome.

i forgot what goes in the next line.

i want to be an amusement park operator.

dawn

thoughts on dawn of the 70's house:
me: her voice is some kind of whiny and irritating. but she's so hott.
my sister: plain irritating. looks high all of the time.

WAYGM counter: 1 pop.

when?

responses to various forms of the question, "when are you getting married?"

1. cry
2. cry and then say, "WHY are you SO MEAN?"
3. ask for a pop, because really, you should get one ringgit each time the question is asked, because that information(the answer(s)) belongs to you and you and no one else.

aunt agony

aunt agony should know that i am looking for a pair of wedges. the ones that i've found so far are either too ugly or too height(heee). will continue looking.

why has guess bags gone to the dogs? they are dawg uglies now. i imagine if i ask aunt agony, her answer will be: because paris hilton is a skank. so i won't.

i hate that while i do not care for artemis fowl (i feel nothing. NOTHING for this kid) i feel compelled to buy the latest installment. when i've raised enough cash.

n sync

n sync's greatest hits cd in my hot grubby hands.

squee! squee! squee! squee! squee! squee! squee! squee! squee! squee! squee! squee! squee! squee! squee! squee! squee! squee!

n'sync

n'sync's greatest hits cd.

squeee. squee. squee. squee. squee. squee. squee. squee. squee. squee. squee. squee. squee. squee. squee. squee. squee. squee. squee. squee. squee. squee. squee. squee.

good acting

"Mo cuishle means my darling. My blood."

good acting can make you cry even when you've only caught the last 30 minutes of it.

good acting is clint eastwood, and hilary swank in million dollar baby.

jess

i'm a tiny bit like jess in nick hornby's a long way down. i want an explanation too.

from opinionistas.com(i love her):
'A couple times a week the emails trickle in about comments. Either they politely inquire where the comments section has gone, throwing in some closer like “your blog was far more interesting with the comments” (ahh the beauty of tact), or they lambast me for removing the ability of complete strangers to express their opinions about my writing and personal life, a truly bizarre form of communication that blogging seems to have made commonplace. After almost two months of staying clean and comment-free, I can announce that the comments section officially sleeps with the fishes. It’s true, it was often great reading - every day the entire tragicomic spectrum of the human condition displayed itself across the page. But ultimately it can be a soul-killing thing to confront anonymous readers vomiting their self-loathing and vitriol onto a computer screen, all with you as the chosen target.

It comes down to this: If you want to talk smack, do it on your own blog, or in one of those scary chatrooms likely monitored by federal authorities. My blog is not your forum. And I have neither the time nor the desire to monitor comments all day.'

fell in love with leta all over again today. GOD(this is how much i mean it)i love that girl.

latest tv attachments:

1.phil of the future. i don't like potf previously, but i have grown fond of it recently. i like phil, and his girl who is not a friend i mean his friend who is a girl keely. but most of all, i love pim. in an alternate dimension i would be her slave(because i am not worthy to be her friend) and do her every biddings. my adoration for pim knows no bounds. pim RULES.

2.the ghost whisperer. i am ashamed. i'm not fond of j.love hewitt. but whenever i catch it(if by catch i mean when i stumble upon it i purposely do not touch the remote) it manages to tug at the heartstrings every time. i'm also morbid. to ease my soul about the fact that i watch this show i will now declare: YOU DRESS WEIRD, LADY. so there.

my sense of humor is wicked and misunderstood.

bo bice has very nice hair. if he is inflicted with Pediculus humanus capitis, his nickname could be (i said could, bo! COULD!!!)..

bo lice.

march 07th

my sense of humor is wicked and misunderstood.

bo bice has very nice hair. if he is inflicted with Pediculus humanus capitis, his nickname could be (i said could, bo! COULD!!!)..

bo lice.

deer dairy,

what are the difference between the first and second waves of feminism? the first one wore bloomers and the second one wore miniskirts.
it's a funny joke, diary. i know its funny becaues i got it from twop, and twop is always funny. altho i'm not really sure what they meant by bloomers, bloomees are those things you find in a menu at chilis, right?
i'm writing about feminism because i read my story suffragette the diary of dollie baxter, london 1909-1915 (wasn't the title reallly long??) recently. and it was all about the fight for woman's rights. dollie baxter was a very spirited young woman who truly believed in the causes she and her friends were fighting for. i was quite caught up in it too.
the diary took place about a decade ago(decade is like a hundred years, right? diary i'm so proud i'm using bug words), in the midst of british women advocating woman's rights. they were divided into two groups; suffragists and suffragettes. suffragists were law abiding, suffragettes were more millitant in their actions. dollie was a suffragette. she faced ugly police encounters, jail threats and force-feedings. it was amazing what these women were prepared to go through in order to achieve what women have today.

i now know that feminism and the fight for woman's rights is not about women being superior than men. it's about women having the chance and choices to make important decisions for better lives.

i am a learned girl, dairy! yay me!

march 6th

WHOOOOOOO REESE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

aww michelle. i was rooting for you. i have always liked you since your jen days (JEN:AWESOME), and lately my adoration for you has been overwhelming without any reasons i could understand. love you.

you know, jack. you are SO chiselly goodlooking, brad pitt and all. but you annoy the heck out of me. how come jack how come? 1. could be bcuzz you are going out with missy 'i think she hates me'(newsflash, missy: EVERYONE hates you) 2. i dunno..you just rub me the wrong way.
bobby however, i adore. not the same feelings i thought i would have for you, jack (crushes, ect) but just.. i like him. i like bobby.
that, just now, was a really good episode.
and oh.. jack. look what you've done. just when i decided that you i do not adore, you went and did a very nice thing for your friend. aww. i couldn't dislike you now. and crap. that was a very nice smile you just gave. hot dang. my heart melted a little.

but you're still annoying. maybe just a little bit less.
jack and bobby, wednesdays 11pm.
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sometimes i don't know why people call my name and laugh at my jokes.

2 march

you know, jack. you are SO chiselly goodlooking, brad pitt and all. but you annoy the heck out of me. how come jack how come? 1. could be bcuzz you are going out with missy 'i think she hates me'(newsflash, missy: EVERYONE hates you) 2. i dunno..you just rub me the wrong way.
bobby however, i adore. not the same feelings i thought i would have for you, jack (crushes, ect) but just.. i like him. i like bobby.
that, just now, was a really good episode.
and oh.. jack. look what you've done. just when i decided that you i do not adore, you went and did a very nice thing for your friend. aww. i couldn't dislike you now. and crap. that was a very nice smile you just gave. hot dang. my heart melted a little.

but you're still annoying. maybe just a little bit less.
jack and bobby, wednesdays 11pm.
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sometimes i don't know why people call my name and laugh at my jokes.