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| So it's my birthday today, woohoo! As much as I dislike getting older and still looking like the same age as I was 5 years ago, I'll be pretty happy when I'm 30 looking like I'm 20 while everyone else is starting to sag and wrinkle, mwahahaa! jk. Happy Birthday to my Fukinese brother Jeff and two other people that won't read this entry but they know who they are. I just wanted to write about what a great invention Facebook birthday reminders are. As superficial as it may sound that you probably wouldn't have remembered my birthday if it didn't remind you, it feels nice to have people say happy birthday to you on fb. It's convenient and you don't have to say it to the person in person because then you don't actually have to give the person a gift. Now how great is that! You're a great person and you save yourself 20 bucks. lol. well right now it's 1:14 pm, and so far I've done the laundry and almost got into 3 car accidents, not because I'm a bad driver but because David thinks he's a badass on the road. I'll update a little later after I've gone out and we'll see how this compares to my birthday last year. As long as I don't die or have to pay for myself like I did on my last birthday when I went to the movies, I'm sure this year be a lot better. Anyways, everybody enjoy the rest of their summer!
Update: Well, although I didn't get trashed, which is good since I wouldn't have remembered anything. I definitely had an awesome time. I finally got to eat at the East Japanese restaurant and had myself a couple plates of delicious sushi and udon soup. What was most appealing about the restaurant was that they didn't do those retarded happy birthday songs where the staff comes out singing with a cake. I guess sushi just doesn't make good cakes. Afterwards, I went bowling which I did pretty well for my second time although my shoulders did hurt pretty bad the day after. I know, it doesn't really sound that exciting, more like what normal people do on a daily basis during the summer but for me, I just appreciate someone's happy b-day wishes. Overall, turning 19 wasn't so bad as long as it's memorable. Thanks to Cindy, Rosey, Rimaz, and Sean for keeping me company ^_^
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| I got my PostSecret book signed today by Frank Warren. Not exactly the most exciting person in the world to meet you'd think, but those that haven't been too influenced by fame are little more receiving to their admirers. He was very polite and courteous when it came to my turn. He said, "Hi, I'm Frank" and shook my hand. Hopefully, Oprah doesn't discover him one day and shows postsecret to the whole world, but I think everybody should read the book or go to the site for a weekly dose of anti-depressants in the form of postcards. It's quite addiciting. Postsecret.com if you're wondering.
But besides that exciting part of my day, I thought that I should probably get more into what's going on in the world. So the topic of discussion I thought of today is this student at Harvard named Kaavya Viswanathan. She wrote a book called How Opal Mehta Got Kissed, Got Wild and Got a Life. Basically, long story short, she plagiarised, A LOT from two of Megan McCarfferty's books Sloppy Firsts and Second Helpings. I don't think she should be ridiculed that badly for it, but after reading some passages that were similar to each other, holy shit, that's a lot of plagiarism. I mean seriously, if someone's getting their book published nationwide and possibly getting a movie deal, how can you not expect to be caught? I dunno, seems like common sense to not do that. I'm sure everybody has plagiarised sometime in their life but I sure as hell wouldn't do it if my book was going to be read by masses of people. Well, there are more important things in life, but after beeing scarred for life and being labeled as 'the girl who plagiarises and probably doesn't deserve to go to Harvard' hopefully Kaavya will learn from the experience and not do it again. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaavya_Viswanathan if you want to read some more about it.
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| I saw David Blaine today! So he's planning to stay in that water bubble for7 days and then on March 8th, he'll attempt to break the record for holding his breath for 9 minutes while trying to escape from chains. That's some crazy shit I say. There's me and the next Houdini. Isn't he Bubblelicious ^_~. lolz.
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| THE TRUE MEANING of ELEVEN...Freaky
1) New York City has 11 letters
2) Afghanistan has 11 letters.
3) Ramsin Yuseb (The terrorist who threatened to destroy the Twin Towers in 1993) has 11 letters.
4) George W Bush has 11 letters.
This could be a mere coincidence, but this gets more interesting:
1) New York is the 11th state.
2) The first plane crashing against the Twin Towers was flight number 11.
3) Flight 11 was carrying 92 passengers. 9 + 2 = 11
4) Flight 77 which also hit Twin Towers, was carrying 65 passengers. 6+5 = 11
5) The tragedy was on September 11, or 9/11 as it is now known. 9 + 1+ 1 = 11
6) The date is equal to the US emergency services telephone number 911. 9 + 1 + 1 = 11.
Sheer coincidence..?! Read on and make up your own mind:
1) The total number of victims inside all the hi-jacked planes was 254. 2 + 5 + 4 = 11.
2) September 11 is day number 254 of the calendar year. Again 2 + 5 + 4 = 11.
3) The Madrid bombing took place on 3/11/2004. 3 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 4 = 11.
4) The tragedy of Madrid happened 911 days after the Twin Towers incident.
Now this is where things get totally eerie:
The most recognized symbol for the US, after the Stars & Stripes, is the Eagle.
The following verse is taken from the Quran, the Islamic holy book:
"For it is written that a son of Arabia would awaken a fearsome Eagle.
The wrath of the Eagle would be felt throughout the lands of Allah and
lo, while some of the people trembled in despair still more rejoiced:
for the wrath of the Eagle cleansed the lands of Allah and there was
peace."
That verse is number 9.11 of the Quran.
Still uncovinced about all of this..?! Try this and see how you feel afterwards, it made my hair stand on end:
Open Microsoft Word and do the following:
1. Type in capitals Q33 NY. This is the flight number of the first plane to hit one of the Twin Towers.
2. Highlight the Q33 NY.
3. Change the font size to 48.
4. Change the actual font to the WINGDINGS
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| People need to stop sending me chain letters. I'm getting so sick of
them. Yeah, I don't mind the occasional you're a great friend, send
this to all your friends email. But the bullshit about if I don't send
this out to x amount of people that I will be cursed to never find
love, your crush will hate you, blah blah. Do I really care? No I
don't. Love
will come when it comes. Okay, so say you've actually done what the
email tells you to do. Does your wish actually come true? Does Prince
Charming come riding on his white horse to bring you to his castle in
the sky? uhhh, no... you're still sitting on your ass in front of the
computer probably looking at your love horoscope for the day. Are you
people that desperate to find somebody
that you have to depend on some "email" that supposedly has some
mystical powers to control your future love life. OMG, get a life!
You're insane. So
being forced to read the bible isn't too bad, they actually have some
good stuff in there once in awhile:
Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous or boastful; it is not
arrogant or rude. Love does not insist on its own way; it is not
irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in
the right. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all
things, endures all things.
You see: love is patient...Love bears all things...endures all things.
If you want love, that's great but wouldn't it be better if you just
wait for it? Isn't that the best kind of love out there? So the next
time you have the urge to send me an email that forces me to send it out to
more people than I actually have in my address book, keep this in mind.
Or else I'll make my own chain letter that says, everytime you send me
a chain letter, God kills a kitten. Okay? Thanks.
This was sent to me in an email. And I was going to send it to my girl
friends, but decided not to after it told me that I'll be cursed if I
don't. So I'm just going to post this up and whoever reads it on my
xanga reads it. I know some of you ladies have been having some boy
issues, cause boys will be boys, but I hope this'll remind you that you
shouldn't risk finding a great guy because you're desperate or lonely.
You'll be fine in the end, with or without a man. I know, it's a little
mushy and retarded, but you know you want it...
Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of
hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will stay awake
just to watch you sleep. Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead,
who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats, who
holds your hand in front of his friends, Wait for the one who is
constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky
he is to have you. Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says,
"...that's her."
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