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Info  If you've found this blog, then chances are great that you know me. I'm just a regular asian schoolgirl, and there's nothing out of the ordinary with me. But alongside that, I am a violinist, an artist, a model, a travel enthusiast, and a web designer. I love many things such as: my culture, foreign languages, books, stuffed animals, the rain, and animals. In the same breath, I dislike a few things. These few would consist of: homework, cold weather, milk, heights and crowded beaches. I also have my share of hopes and dreams alongside everyone else.
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Saturday, September 13, 200810:43 AM
Touchy lately  Fact: Lately, you've been getting touchy latelyIs it just me, or am I noticing this. What's with you telling me to wash my face, but you intentionally feel the need to rub my cheeks and point out my imperfections? I'm pretty sure that people are not supposed to touch their faces due to the natual oils and dirt upon their fingers. Are you trying to make up for lost time? Because if you are, I'd rather have a shopping spree in SoHo then have you pinch my ears. It's nothing against you. You just haven't been working up to par. Filling my life that is. But back onto the main scene. Don't tug on my ears because I fear they may stretch and droop onto the ground. Don't pinch my cheeks because I don't want wrinkles when I'm twenty. Don't jab me with your finger because I may dent, and I'm pretty sure where we live there isn't a body shop in close proximity. If you want to show 'affection' get me some gingerbread cookies, or take me somewhere fun. Spend some time with me and don't decide to ruin it by randomly bursting at the seams with something I had done. I know my place, and I know my job. I don't need to be reminded with a jab. ---- |
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