When I arise from my beauty sleep, this is what I hear:
"Oh goodness, Muska! Look at your room! Look at the whole house! What if your mother saw this! There are going to be flies all over the house! (even though she is the one who brings fruit upstairs and the flies are fruit flies) Muska, one day you are going to get married and your husband is going to freak! Muska, go pray! The difference between you and an animal is that you pray!!! Muska Muska Muska Muska !!!!!"
I love my grandmother to death but she is driving me nuts. The last thing I want to do is feel stressed out and that is what she is making me feel. I am trying to enjoy my last summer before graduation, and this is not helping. First of all, I can barely clean up after myself, how can I be expected to clean after others? Our house has never been truly "clean" before, due to the fact that there are seven people living in the house. The only thing I have to look forward to is that I (hopefully) will be leaving to go to college and room with Sana Babana.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
I Want to Do This
Well, I was browsing the internet, and I found this:
http://www.threadbanger.com/tb-projects/episode/THR_20090821/how-to-make-a-tie-back-to-school-threadbanger-projects
The website, Threadbanger.com, shows you how to create your own stuff like clothing, accessories, you name it. The link above directs you to a video that shows you how to make a tie. I haven't really worn ties in the past, but now that I am becoming more stylish I think I shall sport one...
http://www.threadbanger.com/tb-projects/episode/THR_20090821/how-to-make-a-tie-back-to-school-threadbanger-projects
The website, Threadbanger.com, shows you how to create your own stuff like clothing, accessories, you name it. The link above directs you to a video that shows you how to make a tie. I haven't really worn ties in the past, but now that I am becoming more stylish I think I shall sport one...
Monday, June 21, 2010
Grilled Cheese: A Classic
Ok, well I was feeling all American today so I decided to make this
Yo Quiero Mucho
I have been wearing flip flops pretty much everyday now but these shoes from Industry make me want to change that habit. I love the little gladiator trend that's been going on lately.
I AM SUCH A CHEAP ASIAN!!!
Ok well my birthday is coming pretty soon and I got an email from Baskin and Robbins saying that I could have a free ice cream. After reading the email I thought, "What other things can I get for free on my birthday?". Well, after searching on google, I saw some cool links that show which restaurants, stores, etc. give out free stuff on people's birthdays.
http://www.frugalliving.tv/free-stuff/birthday-freebies.html
http://www.heyitsfree.net/2006/10/03/birthday-freebies/
When I am in college I will just make fake birthdays so that they are spread all throughout the year because there is no way I can eat like 50 slices of cake in a week...ok maybe I can but the last thing I want to do on my birthday is gain 10 pounds. Haha I might even need a calendar to track all of my "birthdays". Well the reason I am doing this is because I am probably going to be low on cash during college so hopefully this will help a little.
http://www.frugalliving.tv/free-stuff/birthday-freebies.html
http://www.heyitsfree.net/2006/10/03/birthday-freebies/
When I am in college I will just make fake birthdays so that they are spread all throughout the year because there is no way I can eat like 50 slices of cake in a week...ok maybe I can but the last thing I want to do on my birthday is gain 10 pounds. Haha I might even need a calendar to track all of my "birthdays". Well the reason I am doing this is because I am probably going to be low on cash during college so hopefully this will help a little.
Something I wrote a long time ago.....
This is where I got the prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/WritingPrompts/
Your favorite newsletter editor Brian A. Klems hosted a 4th of July party for the WD staff, forum members and newsletter loyalists. It was all fun and games until one guest got a little out of control and broke Brian's favorite possession. (What possession? The more creative/silly your answer, the better). Write this scene.
Oh no! Not his limited edition Pikachu action figure! Brian dropped to his knees dramatically and held his face in his hands screaming, "Noooooooo!". Meanwhile, the guest who tipped the action figure over was still going through a seizure, but no one paid any attention to him because they found him repulsive. "How could you do such a thing, Fred? I thought we were friends!", said an astonished Brian as he went back to his feet. Fred though, took no notice of Brian's presence and continued to roll his eyes into the back of his head and twitch uncontrollably on the floor. "Okay, Fred", uttered Brian as he weeped uncontrollably. "I see how it is now. You are a jealous jerk! I never loved your stories! I always pretended to laugh so that you would just shut up every once in a while! And yes, I did steal that last piece of chocolate cake! All was silent...except for Fred's routine spasms, of course. But suddenly, Brian fell to his knees, embraced Fred, and repeatedly shouted,"I FORGIVE YOU! I FORGIVE YOU!".
And then, out of the blue, a chunk of coconut dripping wet with mango juice appeared on the table. What was exceptionally eerie about the mysterious piece of coconut, was that it was glowing. Jerry, another party guest, dived for the coconut chunk and snatched it swiftly off the table. Everyone looked at him confusedly, for they were still trying to process how a chunk of coconut could just appear out of nowhere. Everyone glued their eyes to Jerry for an explanation, but he left them unsatisfied. He immediately dashed through the room and out the front door, holding the glowing coconut in his hand. Sinister giggles could be heard echoing out of his mouth.
After he left, the guests looked at each other with puzzled faces, hoping that someone would clarify why such things were happening. Two minutes later, everyone seemed to have forgotten the little incident, because they averted their attention to Fred and Brian, who could be seen joking around with each other and making up. They were too good of friends to split apart over a silly little action figure.
"IMA EAT CH'YOU!", shouted a woman near the dining table. Everyone stopped what they were doing gazed curiously at the person who had shouted this obscene comment. Jessica, Brian's fiancee, and the lady who had just screamed, was found with a Hitmonchan half way through her mouth. Then, another shrill cry was heard and everyone turned to look at poor Brian, who fell into angiush over losing another one of his treasured Pokemon action figures. "JESSICA, NOOOO!!!", screeched Brian as he seized and yanked the only half of the Hitmonchan left out of his beloved's terrifying jaws. Jessica glared angrily at Brian, for her dinner was taken away. "Hitmonchan my food!", she yowled. Brian stepped back in bewilderment as he watched his fiancee grow vicious fangs, mangy fur, demonic claws, and an adorable fluffy tail. "She's a wolf!", cried an invitee. "She's gonna eat my baby!", screamed an uninvited pregnant lady who came to sneak some food because she was having strong cravings for cake and pizza. "Everybody stand your ground!", ordered Brian, who had somehow changed into a military uniform. "We can do this if we work together!", he claimed as he made a fist. The party guests stood there trying to solve their dilemma. "If we run away, Brian will fire us!", remarked a thoughtful young man. "I would rather be fired than dead, foo!", replied a tall black man who dressed and swaggered like he just stepped out of the Ghetto. "Oh, hubby", bawled the pregnant lady,"Save us from that demonic fluffiness!". "Fo sho! Wifey!" replied the man as he rolled up his sleeves, shifted to a boxing stance, and hopped around, getting warmed up for a long and life-threatening fight.
A few minutes later, Wifey, who was now wearing a bikini, walked around in a boxing ring holding up a sign saying ROUND 1. The audience, or the party guests I should say, were rooting for their favorite boxers in an uncivilized manner. They had died their hair obnoxiously neon bright colors because the boxing stadium had to save money by cutting their electric bill.
You can end the story by yourselves because if I keep going at it the tale will never end.
Your favorite newsletter editor Brian A. Klems hosted a 4th of July party for the WD staff, forum members and newsletter loyalists. It was all fun and games until one guest got a little out of control and broke Brian's favorite possession. (What possession? The more creative/silly your answer, the better). Write this scene.
Oh no! Not his limited edition Pikachu action figure! Brian dropped to his knees dramatically and held his face in his hands screaming, "Noooooooo!". Meanwhile, the guest who tipped the action figure over was still going through a seizure, but no one paid any attention to him because they found him repulsive. "How could you do such a thing, Fred? I thought we were friends!", said an astonished Brian as he went back to his feet. Fred though, took no notice of Brian's presence and continued to roll his eyes into the back of his head and twitch uncontrollably on the floor. "Okay, Fred", uttered Brian as he weeped uncontrollably. "I see how it is now. You are a jealous jerk! I never loved your stories! I always pretended to laugh so that you would just shut up every once in a while! And yes, I did steal that last piece of chocolate cake! All was silent...except for Fred's routine spasms, of course. But suddenly, Brian fell to his knees, embraced Fred, and repeatedly shouted,"I FORGIVE YOU! I FORGIVE YOU!".
And then, out of the blue, a chunk of coconut dripping wet with mango juice appeared on the table. What was exceptionally eerie about the mysterious piece of coconut, was that it was glowing. Jerry, another party guest, dived for the coconut chunk and snatched it swiftly off the table. Everyone looked at him confusedly, for they were still trying to process how a chunk of coconut could just appear out of nowhere. Everyone glued their eyes to Jerry for an explanation, but he left them unsatisfied. He immediately dashed through the room and out the front door, holding the glowing coconut in his hand. Sinister giggles could be heard echoing out of his mouth.
After he left, the guests looked at each other with puzzled faces, hoping that someone would clarify why such things were happening. Two minutes later, everyone seemed to have forgotten the little incident, because they averted their attention to Fred and Brian, who could be seen joking around with each other and making up. They were too good of friends to split apart over a silly little action figure.
"IMA EAT CH'YOU!", shouted a woman near the dining table. Everyone stopped what they were doing gazed curiously at the person who had shouted this obscene comment. Jessica, Brian's fiancee, and the lady who had just screamed, was found with a Hitmonchan half way through her mouth. Then, another shrill cry was heard and everyone turned to look at poor Brian, who fell into angiush over losing another one of his treasured Pokemon action figures. "JESSICA, NOOOO!!!", screeched Brian as he seized and yanked the only half of the Hitmonchan left out of his beloved's terrifying jaws. Jessica glared angrily at Brian, for her dinner was taken away. "Hitmonchan my food!", she yowled. Brian stepped back in bewilderment as he watched his fiancee grow vicious fangs, mangy fur, demonic claws, and an adorable fluffy tail. "She's a wolf!", cried an invitee. "She's gonna eat my baby!", screamed an uninvited pregnant lady who came to sneak some food because she was having strong cravings for cake and pizza. "Everybody stand your ground!", ordered Brian, who had somehow changed into a military uniform. "We can do this if we work together!", he claimed as he made a fist. The party guests stood there trying to solve their dilemma. "If we run away, Brian will fire us!", remarked a thoughtful young man. "I would rather be fired than dead, foo!", replied a tall black man who dressed and swaggered like he just stepped out of the Ghetto. "Oh, hubby", bawled the pregnant lady,"Save us from that demonic fluffiness!". "Fo sho! Wifey!" replied the man as he rolled up his sleeves, shifted to a boxing stance, and hopped around, getting warmed up for a long and life-threatening fight.
A few minutes later, Wifey, who was now wearing a bikini, walked around in a boxing ring holding up a sign saying ROUND 1. The audience, or the party guests I should say, were rooting for their favorite boxers in an uncivilized manner. They had died their hair obnoxiously neon bright colors because the boxing stadium had to save money by cutting their electric bill.
You can end the story by yourselves because if I keep going at it the tale will never end.
HI GUYS!!!!!
Hey this is me! I am creating this blog because the creator of http://sanaaliii.blogspot.com/ told me to and because I want to practice writing and have a place where I can store some of my memories and thoughts.
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