My face has been dry for the past week. I’ve also been having rashes because hair strands that get in my face irritate my skin.
There is nothing good to watch on TV, except maybe Hellboy 2.
This week is fugly skin week. Could it be my new toner?
My cellphone’s looking a bit third-world ever since I accidentally spilled alcohol on it this morning at the office. Because I have not yet been able to address my clumsiness, I accidentally knocked over the alcohol bottle with the cap off. Some of the alcohol got into the creases of the control buttons. Now, whenever I look at Mercury, instead of seeing a shiny black baby, I see a rowdy kid who refuses to wash his face.
The largest boost in happiness comes from the simple act of planning a vacation. In the study, the effect of vacation anticipation boosted happiness for eight weeks. After the vacation, happiness quickly dropped back to baseline levels for most people. How much stressh or relaxation a traveler…
I’m going back to incredible Ilocandia in two weeks - this time, with my family. Historically, planning family vacations have been stressful, and organizing this one was no exception. I just hope that we’d be able to survive one another’s temperaments for four days.
What are some things that you’ve learned about yourself during the last five or so years? Yeah, we like ~life~ questions on Tumblr. And on a more shallow note, what’s one item of clothing that you’ve always wanted to wear but for some reason can’t?
It took me awhile to answer this (try two weeks) because I had to really think this through. *Serious mode on* In the last five years, I’ve learned that I am tougher than people think I am, and that no matter how old I get, I will still be a spoiled brat and try to get what I want. Also, I realized that there is no point in procrastinating because life on earth will probably end in a couple of years at the rate we’re going, destroying our natural resources and all. So might as well draw up a list of things you want to do before you die, and tick each one off as soon as you can.
Can’t I pick more than one item of clothing? I’d probably say a full on two-piece bikini in public - because I am very insecure about my body. So yeah.
You can never go wrong with a black and white striped anything. Much less an animal with that kind of pattern.
You see a lot of stuffed dogs and bears, but not enough stuffed zebras.
The ongoing debate of whether or not a zebra is black with white stripes or white with black stripes will never be won. Not unless a zebra suddenly started talking and declared itself to be either one.
If there is a pedestrian lane, there is such a thing as a zebra crossing. Anyone knows what a pedestrian lane is, but a zebra crossing? Come on.
A group of zebras living together is called a harem. And harem is way cooler than school.
More often than not, my childhood memories come to me when I least expect it. They cannot be summoned at will nor by force.
Which is why I suddenly remembered the first time I knew that a Madonna existed - I was rummaging through my dad’s closet, and in one of his drawers, I found a cassette tape of this album. I think I was no more than 10 at that time, and I was confused as to why someone would name their album after a sacred event I only associated with my Christian Living Education (CLE in grade school) lessons.
I brought down the cassette and started playing it on our stereo. I can’t remember anything that happened after that (if my Dad got mad at me for invading his closet) so I guess the rest is history.
Today while trimming down my mp3 collection, I came to realize that I don’t have a copy of one of the albums that defined my childhood - Madonna’s “The Immaculate Collection.” I only have “Bedtime Stories,” “Like A Virgin,” and “Hard Candy.”
Which is also why today, I must kneel down and say a prayer: Thank you, God, thank you, Mama Mary, for torrentz.com.
New Delhi, India (CNN) — The last member of an ancient tribe that has inhabited an Indian island chain for around 65,000 years has died, a group that campaigns for the protection of indigenous peoples has said.
Boa Sr, who was around 85 years of age, died last week in the Andaman islands, about 750 miles off India’s eastern coast, Survival International said in a statement.
The London-based group, which works to protect indigenous peoples, said she was the last member of one of ten distinct Great Andamanese tribes, the Bo.
“The Bo are thought to have lived in the Andaman islands for as long as 65,000 years, making them the descendants of one of the oldest human cultures on earth,” it noted.
With her passing at a hospital, India also lost one of its most endangered languages, also called Bo, linguists say.
This made me sad on a Saturday morning. Imagine being on your deathbed, talking with no one there to understand what you’re saying.
This is actually part of a mix CD that I recently made for someone but haven’t had the chance to give yet because I still need to have the CD sleeve printed. I don’t want him to see this entry until after I give him his CD. Hee.