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We're Going To Disneyland

Your favorite female blogger currently has a bad ache in her body, and has nothing better to do this weekend than blog. Anyway, my sister's birthday came a few days ago, and one of the gifts she got was a Rabbit. A fat, tiny, white-nosed, brown rabbit. And not that I'm really a big fan, but I actually think that this pet is cute. Which makes me wonder... Do any of you bloggers out there have any pets? Well, as far as I'm concerned, I've got around tweleve dogs, 4 fishes, 2 birds and now one rabbit. In case you're wondering how I got so many dogs, well, it actually just started with two poodles. And then came the day when my bitch was pregnant. And then started the legacy...

Anyway, that's not that's been happening this week. I'll bet that by now that if you're still in touch with the media, you've heard that Miley Cyrus is having a sweet sixteen with her pals at Disneyland. Awh, how cute. What a great way to clean up your act after your photos in Vanity Fair disgusted moms over the world, you apparently 'broke up with Nick Jonas' and pictures of you in the shower leaked in on youtube(and if you're reading this, Miley, is that seriously you?). And at 250 dollars a pop, it had better be a good show. Maybe we'll get to see Nick? Scandalous. But Miley's not the only one trying to clean up her act-- OK magazine's cover for Britney Spears shows that Brit's trying to make a comeback, with a better body, YES-MOM! attitude and some style. This, I must say, I am excited for. Ever since the MAAs, I thought that Britney was gone for. But apparently people still want more. So "Gimme More", Brit. Because Chris Crocker's got your back if you fail again, anyway.

You ready to watch the world, guys?
Because I sure am. You can count on it.

xoxo,

Cinquesh.

WiWW

This is a segment I'd like to call 'What I Want Wednesday', where I basically tell you what I currently want. On Wednesday. So deal.
So, let's start, shall we?

# 1. The Jonas Brother's new album.
As far as albums go, I don't really listen to much. I've only got three so far, and that's Michael Jackson's in '94, Britney Spears' in 2001 and Katy Perry's hit single, I Kissed A Girl. I got to listen to a few tracks through YouTube, and I think that their new sound, none of that pop-bop crap, is not too bad. And of course, the singers are sexy as hell. Agree, or die.

# 2. More scandals.
I still remember when little Miley Cyrus finally got her photos leaked. I was so damn proud of her. Or when that Vanessa photo went over the net? Oh how juicy. So, let's recap-- Miley down, Vanessa down... Right now, I think I'll keep my eye on Ali Lohan. Nothing really good on TV these days, is there?

# 3. More Comments.
I know, I haven't updates since last week or whatever, but yeah. Just deal with it. I'm updating now, right? GIVE ME MY COMMENTS, DAMNIT. Having a real life is complicated enough.

# 4. A New Phone.
My motorola razor is getting old. I want that Palm Centro in pink. Oh yes. My birthday's coming up pretty soon, anyway. And Christmas isn't too far away either.

# 5. New Lipgloss.
And soon. I just ran out yesterday, and I miss that sweet, minty flavor of cinnamon on my lips. Unless anyone else has any suggestions on what flavor is good on lips? Particularly those that are virgin. O.o

yes, it's that time of month again.

Hello Hormones.
Goodnight, world.

xoxo,
Cinquesh

p.s, some random rants for you;
BiTCH BiTCH BiTCH! GRRRRRRR.
RAWR. AMF. AMF. AMMMMF.

p.p.s, food for a thought, or whatever they call it;
If you had the chance to pick rather to be a boy or girl, what would you choose and why.

Au Revoir, People!

Celebs Are Humans, Too

A local celebrity came to our mall yesterday, and I happened to be grocery shopping. As soon as I came out of the place, that celebrity was timingly coming to the parking lot. Not that I didn't expect it, but a bunch of girls came following him and screaming so loud I still haven't recovered. More than that, some of those girls actually ran after his car! This got me thinking-- aren't celebrities normal people too? No, scratch that. Nobody's normal. What is normal, anyway? Anyway, not the point. Aren't celebrities human? What makes them so special? How do people become celebrities?

I mean, I'm pretty sure I do know, but the question still hinders to me. It's fame, right? Like comments in blogs. Even if it's negative ones, they still up the blog's ALexa, right? Take Renaldo Lapuz(google him, please) from American Idol. He didn't win, he didn't even get into the semi-finals, but because of his popularity, people love him. He became a celebrity through fame. Does that mean that I can be a celebrity too, and marry Joe Jonas? I don't think so.

xoxo,
Cinquesh

Mooncakes?

So for those living in the Pacific time area, tomorrow is going to be August 08, 2008, otherwise known as 08.08.08. and I for one know I'm going to see the following;

1. At least one couple kissing like crazy
2. A wedding with pink bows and white flowers
3. Lechon [Roasted Pork]
4. People declaring their so-called 'New Resolutions' [wasn't this supposed to be in New Years?]

I myself have a few things to do myself; try out some mooncakes [I've never really gotten the courage to try it-- it looks gross], scream on the top of my lungs, spend money I don't even have yet, cry my heart out, gamble a little and maybe even kiss a guy, if I play my cards right. Okay, so that last part may not happen, but hey, can you blame me? A girl can dream high, especially since it's going to be the only 888 we'll get to live, unless you plan on going on 'til the next millenium, if Global Warming allows us.

So what's on your list, fellow bloggers?
Plan on bungee-jumping? Losing your flower? Going to school? Getting married? Or do you not give a rat's buttocks and are planning to just stay at home and eat your guts?

What can I say?
I'm one who lives for the moment.
Like I always say, deal with it.

Oh, and try to keep this in mind-- each day is never guarenteed. So don't take your life for granted.

xoxo,
Cinquesh.

Deal With It.

I don't really expect much out of first posts. Usually it involves introducing yourself or going straight to the point on what your blog's about. I don't really like doing either. So, I've decided to tell you about my blog experience instead. Now, this hasn't exactly been my first blog. Actually, it's my 21st. I've been blogging ever since I was introduced to Xanga, where I first learned how to blog. I learned all the basics of HTML, and through it, my grade six computer class had been a breeze. Then I learned about Blogger. Since blogger used to only be CSS, I had to learn about that too. And once again, my first-year computer class was easy. Then I found livejournal. Then diaryland. And the list goes on and on, switching back and fourth each time, making a new identity and new perspective on life each time. I guess you could say I'm a blog-freak. Yes, I thrive on blogs. Love to read them. Love to write in them. But that doesn't qualify me as a blog-freak. Because my blog will be about my life. My views; my perspective on life. Not reviews about other blogs, new trends, or recipes.

This is going to be about an acne-prone, fashion-concious, procratinating, says-what-she-means teenage girl. Deal with it.

xoxo,

Cinquesh.