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Paid blogging has always been a gray area for me. I’ve been a member of payperpost for months yet I’ve only written 2 posts. Why? Every time I begin writing one, I start feeling guilty because I don’t feel like some of them are worthy enough for 24c (egotistic tendency here) and I feel that this won’t truly be a “personal†blog anymore.
But then this IS the 21st century and there is nothing as resourceful as the internet to put extra cash in your pocket so I won’t stop trying to cash out from my little blog… but I can promise you that I will only write paid posts about topics I’m genuinely interested in and can relate to and that 24c will never be filled with posts I deem useless.
Unless I’m broke and need to buy a new vibrator made with Brazilian sugar to use in my overheated home, I won’t be blogging about nationwide loans, Brazilian Sugar Production and ceiling fans. That just goes way beyond my blogging morals. I only chose the two that I did because they were relevant to my life right now and it’s something I could relate to, and most importantly, I could write something interesting out of them rather than just a boring advertisement telling you to click this link or buy that shizz. 
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Get ready for a public display of “self-absorb-ness of self.”
I find it funny when people think I’m just a blond— well, an Asian-wannabe-blond, but when they find out I’m obsessed with books and computers, they just get the biggest look of surprise on their face and it never fails to amuse me. I admit, I have more than enough of my blond moments but the only things I’m good at are on the computer and that’s where I can express my talents and creativity whether it be in writing, graphics, web design and programming. Just kidding about the last one, I wish I could program but I’ve accepted that my left-side of the brain is dead.
On the contrary, others find it unbelievable that I work for a videogame publisher and that I know what XHTML and CSS is. Does this stupid wannabe-blond girl actually know how to play videogames? No shit, Sherlock. I know how to play Sims and build bootiful houses. LMAO. But yeah, best game ever!
I consider myself a bit “anti-social” that’s why I make the perfect blogger. I think I use to be a social person, but I don’t know where it all went wrong so don’t ask. 
I just like to do things on my own 85% of the time and I’m too independant for my own good. I express myself in words and pictures better than voice. Don’t even ask me to explain anything to you because it’ll probably take me 5 hours to get to the point and we’ll be going around in circles. And let’s face it, I don’t like talking to strangers.
And yes… if you keep up with my blog, I AM OBSESSED WITH BOOKS. If there was one category of things that I could buy and nothing else, it would be books. Screw designer denim, make up and everything else I’m also obsessed with… even food (if I didn’t need it to survive). I haven’t been reading much lately but once I start, I’ll be hard to stop. I would live my life bald and fat (erm?) if someone offered to build me a gigantic library filled with every single book in the world; but it looks like I’m getting there anyway, library or not, if I continue to bleach my hair and fine dine or pack myself with MSG-filled goodness at Asian joints with Boyfriend.
And being a red-head rocks as well. That’s my next mission. Hehehe.
Isn’t it funny how one person can change in such a short amount of time.
A year ago, if you asked me what kind of music I liked best, the first thing that would come out of my mouth with no hesitation was hip hop and R&B. If you ask me now, I’d wouldn’t know what to say because I listen to EVERYTHING now from country slow jams, oldies, soft rock… blah blah blah … and hip hop would probably be the LAST thing that I would list. The one thing that really annoys me are when people are so close-minded and go like, “ew why the hell are you listening to that!!” But I have to admit I’m a little bit of a hypocrite because I would totally say that to a friend if they listen to that emo/punkish music screaming. But yeah, I swear if you put on music to the Chicken Dance, I’d probably bob my head to it— I wouldn’t go as far as to actually do the dance though.
If you asked me what I would wear back then, I would tell you shirts with cool/elaborate/swirly designs (think Ed Hardy-ish even though I’d NEVER EVER wear that now), runners, sweats, etc. etc. But then I WAS still in school then so comfort was probably the first thing that would’ve came to mind. Now, I won’t wear sweats if I can help it out to anywhere but the gym and same with runners. Okay, well I admit I do have my extremely lazy days when I would wear them especially in the summer, and those are usually accompanied with no make up either. 
If you asked me what kind of architecture/interior design style I liked a year ago, I would’ve told you modern, industrial or anything that looked “futuristic” and shiny with a lot of blacks, whites and metals. Now, my dream home is an old Victorian mansion or a French-Creole style mansion in New Orleans’ Garden District or the French Quarter all complete with aged furnishing from those old eras and elaborate finishings and details. I remember my favorite field trip when I was young was to the Government House in Saskatchewan and I would feel totally at home there. 
We went to the Craigdarroch Castle in Victoria last weekend and walking around the restored rooms was so eery and fascinating; I would die to live there in the late 1800’s when it was still occupied. Too bad we walked through it so fast because I wanted to read everything! I can’t wait to go back there again, except I’d probably want to go alone because I hate being rushed, especially in a place like that. I’d want to absorb as much as I can.
But damn, I would LOVEEE to live in New Orleans. I think I’ve been obsessed with it after reading so many Anne Rice novels.
I think I went through a phase where I thought I was too “cool” to like this old stuff and anything that wasn’t “mainstream” but I’m glad I’m totally over it. There’s nothing more fascinating than old castles with secret passages… and a ghost.
I think the only thing that didn’t change about me are the books that I’ve read and will read.
I’m maturing to be a total queer and I love it.
I don’t know what the hell I’m up at 4am. Maybe I’m more retarded than I thought I was. I left Boyfriend’s house early last night and came home to pass out at 9-freaking-pm; I haven’t slept that early in god-knows how long. Not surprisingly, I woke up at 1am and here I am trying to type ever-so-quietly so my dad doesn’t come in to bitch at me; but my fake nails keep on banging on my keyboard no matter how softly I type (note-to-self: get them removed).
Work doesn’t start until 10am but I have no intentions to sleep or else I’ll never wake up (that’s how it always is). I’m going to head to the gym at 7:30am but what the heck should I do until then?
• Clean my room; but that means I’ll have to turn on the lights and my dad will come in. I love him but he likes to lecture me about every little thing. I tried cleaning my room in the dark before (when drunk) and it wasn’t easy. Okay, I wasn’t even cleaning, but just throwing clothes from the floor into the closet so I won’t trip and fall on my face (just in case I had to run to the bathroom to puke). Unlike most people, I fight with my mind to think straight when I’m drunk… even when I’m alone in my room. As idiotic as I was when I was younger, now I simply cannot stand acting like a drunken idiot no matter how good it could feel when you don’t feel like puking your brains out.
• Play Sim City 4; shut up, I just recently started playing this again and like always, going though a phase of Sims-Addiction. Thanks to my current employer, I own every single Sims game and expansion pack but it’s too bad I don’t have time to play any of them so they are just collecting [dust] on my hard drive. But anyway, this I might just do later.
• Go sit in my grandma’s massage chair; but it’s in her room and she’s sleeping. Last time I did that, she woke up and just watched me and I didn’t notice until a while later because the lights were off… and then I discovered a 20+ year old bottle of Keri lotion in her room that she’s had before I was born.
• Read a book; but again, it involves lights! Lover’s cousin and her boyfriend got me a mini-reading light that can clip onto my book as a joke because I had my book with me everywhere I went… but I have no AAA batteries. But I know it will come in use one day because BC Hydro hates our neighbourhood since it’s always prone to blackouts.
• Read blogs; I’ve been doing that but I can’t find any interesting ones to read that I haven’t already.
• Surf forums; already did that but no one is up to post in the middle of the night. 
• Blog; but I already did that… twice.
• Get a life; or maybe some sleep.
God, I hate Sunday nights and Mondays.
