rude arseholes

This is the second day this happend and I'm really getting sick of it.

Some a-hole is parking on my parking spot. See, I live in an apartment complex with a parking spot designated only for me. Of course, I don't have any car but I utilize it whenever my cousin visits or when Hub is around, otherwise, it's there wide open.

I get up early for work and be caught in surprise that there's somebody's car parked on my freakin' spot. It even has my unit # hovering on top, just so those inconsiderate idiots would realize that it's designated for THAT apartment.

Unfortunately, the manners are crashing down. People are getting rude. It's not my problem if you have gazillion cars that you can't find elsewhere to park it. Roll up your piece of metal crap and throw in trash for all I care.

I'm just really mad. I don't like people evading my space. I am not paying $700 for a month just to them to tramp on.

Now, if they ask for permission, perhaps I'd consider it.

Oh, and did I mention that there's a HUGE sign that says UNAUTHORIZED PARKING OF YOUR CAR WILL BE TOWED.

Let's see who'll have the last laugh.

fashionista’s point of view

I'm not a fashion guru and by all means, i won't pretend i know a lot about it.

However, here's what i notice, people are trying to dress up what they see or read on the fashion magazines. some people don't realize that it won't work because we are not Kate Moss or Adrianna Lima or Jessica Alba.

Sure, we can do a look or two, but for god's sake, don't make yourself look like a walking fashion victim.

Look around and you'll see what I mean.

mission impossible

i'm on a mission and i'm not stopping until i fulfill it.

the quest : loose a lot of weight (i.e., the muffins and the flabs)

the challege : avoid every freakin' vending machine that contains Hershey's, Snickers and Doritos that seemed to be winking at me. lock up all the chips and chocolates in my pantry and throw away the key.

the tactics : pretend that those foods are contaminated with utterly gross molds

seriously, i've been "punishing" myself with crunch up's that rounds 60 times a day. i've been close to the point of memorizing verbatim the Pilates dvd that i follow.

i'm all sore. REALLY sore but i know, one of these days (or weeks or months or God forbid years) my effort will pay off.

let's just hope that until then, those junk foods trapped in the vending machine remains trapped.

let the sunshine in…

The reality is settling down that living in Northwest means a lot of rain and gloomy cloudy days.

I find myself missing the rays of the sun kissing the grounds.

Sometimes, I am tempted to climb up to the Cascade Mountains, take a lot of food and my rainbow blanket with me, find out where the bears are and hibernate with them.