Tag Archive: Facebook

I revisited this blog to… Well, basically to advertise myself.

I have some links I want you guys to check out.

The first is my Facebook page.

The second, a competition I’m currently entered in. Link is here. I’d appreciate it if you’d all vote for me and share it around so I get more votes because I’d really like to at least be in the top five!

The third, my profile on Assets Casting Agency.

So, yeah, share these links around, guys. Thanks a lot. Much love.


I’ve noticed that, since deactivating my Facebook account, the only person I ever get to have a proper conversation with is my darling Shaan-kun. However, deactivating my Facebook account would never have affected this because he doesn’t have Facebook. Smart guy.
The majority of the people I was “friends” with on Facebook have my email or my phone number or both. Two people, and two people only, bothered to ask where my Facebook account disappeared to. Those same two people have spoken to me, like, once since.
No, no, of course this doesn’t bother me. I’m not really an important aspect of anybody’s life and I’m totally fine with people only talking to me when they want something from me. So, by all means, pick and choose when you want to be fucking friends with me.
Go on; I dare you.

Toast… Toast?

This morning, I opened the fridge to realise (once again) that we have none of my milk left.
My milk specifically because the rest of my family have oat milk. I, however, have semi-skimmed Lactofree milk because I can’t stand the taste of oat milk.
But I digress. I sit here in front of the grill (we don’t have a toaster), trying to make sure I don’t burn this toast. This is one of those times that I wish I bought my own milk because I’d always have some in that way.
In other news, I’m thinking of posting photography pictures (even though I’m amateur at best) on here. Maybe I’ll start a new blog. Eventually, I hope to move all my pictures to a blog so that it eradicates the need for a Facebook account. Then I’ll delete them all from my account. I don’t really like Facebook anyway…

Penny For Your Thought?

I’ve been getting really lazy with blogging. I keep meaning to blog about stuff while I’m out but then, when I get home, I collapse in a heap and am virtually dead to the world. I’m not dead to the virtual world, however, because I spend most of that time on MSN or replying to Facebook messages. Or Facebook pokes. The pokes are starting to bug me. No matter, I’ll just ignore them.
Right now, I should be sleeping… So I guess I’ll try and get back to that…

I think it was Thursday or something… But I had an arguement with Oppa. The question comes to mind: how do we have so much to argue about?
Well, during that ten months (if it was even ten months) we both knew each other so well that we assumed there was absolutely nothing else we could discover about each other. And we were happy with that. Little did we know, in the not so distant future, things would change. And they have changed now.
Whether he admits to it or not, Oppa has changed. I also discovered that he had been hiding things from me. He’d also deceived me a little.
After we broke up, he started being “more honest” with me. Immediately, you can see something wrong there because honesty should be a huge part of any relationship. He started telling me the things I did that had pissed him off or annoyed him or otherwise. These were in the very early stages of the break-up when he was still frail and pathetic so all I could do was sit there, accept it and apologise. How humiliating that was. I wanted so badly to tell him all the things that had pushed me away from him in the relationship – all the things that had annoyed me or pissed me off. But I didn’t. I kept my mouth shut.
I was glad he was being honest with me though. I was happy he was able to get it all off of his chest even though his fragile emotional state prevented me from making any drastic changes in my life because they’d affect him too greatly and he’d throw himself infront of a fucking train. Sometimes he pissed me off so much that I wished he would. But, thankfully, it never happened.
Eventually, he kinda picked himself up from this state of emotional turmoil. Kinda. He then found out about me and Shaan-kun and moaned at me about that. Fair enough he’d be upset that I found a new lover. Thing is, I was the one who broke it off so I was over him pretty quickly. The only reason I stuck around was to make sure he didn’t fucking kill himself. I still cared about him from a friend’s point of view, after all, but that doesn’t mean to say that it didn’t become a total drag or stress me out talking to him. Ask Shaan-kun. During that time, I was stressed out more by Oppa than I was by school work. I put a lot of school work off so I could concentrate on cheering Oppa up and the work piled up. I felt it was my duty to keep him happy though, seeing as though I was the one who made him sad.
Eventually, Oppa had to come to terms with my relationship with Shaan-kun. I told Oppa not to text me while I was with Shaan-kun and that I would text him good night. Oppa was still a little possessive over me at that point, even though he didn’t have me. Over the course of those two days, Oppa tried to hold conversations with me over text. I couldn’t be mean and ignore him. This bugged Shaan-kun though so I eventually told Oppa to leave me alone. Possessive people get jealous very easily, hence the reason Oppa developed a major jealousy complex.
Not long after this, I’m pretty sure we had another arguement in which some things were said. I remember this arguement moved to Twitter and somehow, our sex lives were brought into it. Such an odd, pathetic arguement. Oppa had put me in such a bad mood with it that I became spiteful. Real spiteful. This, however, backfired on me as Adrian decided it was a great idea to tell his friends all about what I’d said. Now I know exactly who he told. My ex boyfriend told me, which I thanked him for because I had a right to know. That same day, I phoned Oppa so I could talk to him about it. Realising what he’d done, he got overemotional and cried. I put the phone down and he phoned me back after he’d finished crying. Hearing him cry again made me give in because I am of a benevolent nature. It reminded me of when I’d tried to break up with him and he, instead of accepting it, phoned me up and sang to me. Then broke down into tears. Regrettably, I gave him another chance that time. Similarly, I decided to hear him out instead of shouting at him. I did do a fair share of telling him exactly how I felt about what he’d done because he had no right to do it. We had a long, meaningful conversation, which ended on a positive note. Once again, we had decided to forget about the past and move on. Easier said than done. After that, we were talking quite pleasantly about things in general.
That day, my best friend also complained to me about our arguing on Twitter. I can do what I want with my Twitter account. Granted, it was kinda my fault it moved to Twitter, but it was better than Facebook. I’d have rather argued using Twitter than anything else.
Not long after, we probably had another arguement that I don’t remember. I think we hung out with some friends in town a few times, too. It was all okay though. I then began to get close to Beckie and I remember talking to her a lot about Oppa because the arguements and constant whining were getting to me. She remembered meeting him once and added him on Facebook and MSN and they talked. A lot. I got worried that Oppa was gonna do something stupid like, oh I don’t know, fall in love with her? He promised he wouldn’t and they were just friends. Wasn’t long before that promise was broken (remember the “blah” thing, Beckie? That’s what that was about).
This upset me a little because I knew he wasn’t really over me yet, whether he cared to admit it or not, and I didn’t want him to ask her out based on a minor infatuation and discover that she was just going to be a rebound girlfriend. I eventually caved in, as per usual, and told him that he may aswell date her. So now they’re dating. Behind her mother’s back. Her mother thinks he’s eighteen. If you want my opinion, relationships don’t last all that long if you lie to your parents. She will find out eventually and, if she doesn’t find out from you, Beckie, you’ll be in even more trouble and may well be banned from ever seeing him again. Is that a risk you’re willing to take?
The day he asked her out, we were both sleeping at her house for two nights. I did enjoy myself a little. But only while we were playing Singstar or Just Dance… But even those novelties faded out and they were back to canoodling. I felt like a total third wheel while they engaged in such things.
Oppa and I ended up having another arguement and I spent a lot of my time on the stairs. If I’m honest, I don’t remember some of that weekend. I do remember “question time” and truth or dare. That night ended on a positive note, I guess. I spent most of the next day, however, asleep. I’m not even sure I remember that day. On the Sunday, we went out and spent some time in the park in the cold. I wasn’t in the best of moods, I’ll admit. I was overthinking, as usual. I was thinking about all the times I have to give up arguing with Oppa because he’s too narrow minded to even consider the possibility that he might be wrong.
He always dismisses every point I try to make and it seriously pisses me off annoys me. He also misinterprets and misrepresents the majority of things.
Last week, I slept at Beckie’s again so Oppa could sleep there too. We played no Singstar or Just Dance this time. I took a book so I could read while they canoodled… I also remember we watched Help! Which is a good film that The Beatles wrote and starred in. It ain’t half confusing, mind. Beckie also ripped out a ton of pictures of Paul McCartney from her various books about The Beatles and gave them to me… I have around thirty pictures… Not including any I have on my phone.
The only problem with that weekend was that Beckie and Oppa were talking in hushed tones to begin with and then started texting each other instead. They kept me up with it. I mean, I could understand it if they both had unlimited texts and I was asleep or almost asleep. But only Beckie has unlimited texts and I was wide awake and totally open to conversation. So why were they texting? I eventually got over it and forgot about it. That is, until the next day when Oppa went to get changed and almost left his phone in the room.
I’d picked up his phone before he left because I was going to pull a prank on him with the use of his Facebook. A childish prank is all. But no… Beckie told him I had his phone and he had a hissy fit, complaining that I was going to look at his messages. This made me highly suspicious, as you can imagine, and it hurt to think he didn’t trust me not to look at his messages. I don’t do that sort of thing – I respect other people’s privacy. I was absolutely insulted. It has now been bugging me ever since. What were they texting about? The only reasonable explanations would be they were either talking about me or they were talking about sex. I’m at a loss as to which one but it seems unlikely that they were talking about sex. Either way, they were hiding something from me. What happened to being honest and open, Oppa-kun? I do wonder.
The second week in a row, I went home quite miserable. But I cheered up eventually after talking on the phone with Shaan-kun and playing Tekken 6 for the first time (great game).
The interesting thing about that week, mind, is that Oppa and I argued on the way home. I remember it was because I suggested we didn’t talk because when we do talk, we just seem to argue. I thought this was a pretty logical move but I got my head bitten off about it. Eventually, I shouted at Oppa to shut up and walked off before it continued. By the way he moaned at me, I assumed my suggestion wasn’t a welcome one.
Both Oppa and Beckie followed me home. Beckie caught up and gave me a hug and I asked her to tell Oppa that I was sorry for snapping at him. And I was sorry. Sincerely.
If I’m honest, I just wanted to apologise so that Oppa didn’t feel so bad about it. So if I were to… Cease to exist… He wouldn’t feel like it was his fault.
I know, I know, suicide is never the answer. But feeling suicidal for the second week in a row, my mind decided that that was pretty much it for me. No point in continuing my megre existence. That was why I phoned Shaan-kun… By the end of the phone call, I’d cheered up a bit. I still tried and failed at drowning myself in the bath for the umpteenth time, but I wasn’t as miserable.
Tuesday, I texted Oppa to ask how he was doing. He replied. The conversation was strained and, after a while, he stopped replying. It was a “better luck next time” type scenario. So, while I was off sick on Thursday, I decided to talk to him on MSN.
This was all going fine up until the point that Oppa decided to ask: “What happened to us not talking?” This confused me. Hadn’t he rejected that idea? It also hurt a little – didn’t he want to talk to me at all? By this point, I felt just as rejected as I did during my stay at Beckie’s house.
So I explained to him that, by the way he’d rejected my suggestion, I didn’t think that was a welcome suggestion at all. He responded by complaining that it wasn’t a suggestion, it was a statement. This bitchiness pissed me off a little. Then it evolved into a full blown arguement…
Eventually, I decided that he clearly wasn’t listening to what I was saying so there was no point in trying and I told him I was going. I didn’t block him, I didn’t delete him. I signed out. Nothing wrong with that, right? I was going to go back online when I’d calmed down.
After a bit, I did calm down. Then I checked Facebook. Boom. He posted about it on Facebook, bearing in mind that he’d promised he’d keep our arguements away from Facebook. It was something about he was giving up trying and blah blah. The comment I made was something along the lines of “Yeah, me too.” Which wasn’t meant to agitate him. The intention was that he would see the error of his ways, too, and the fact that he doesn’t listen to what I say.
But, Oppa being Oppa, he saw it as agitation and rose to the bait. He moaned at me on Facebook, too. This arguement ended with me apologising for fucking existing and him deleting me as a friend. I’ve always wondered why I seem to do a lot of apologising when what I’m apologising for isn’t entirely my fault. Do I get apologies? Occasionally. But not really when I actually need an apology.
So the arguement is half way through and neither party is presented with any real closer.

Well done, Oppa-kun. Omedetou.

On second thoughts, I don’t want to leave this blog post on an entirely negative note. On the plus side, Oppa has been nice to me and hugged me and stuff when I was down. He also claims to have dropped everything to look after me when I had an episode while he was there. He’s a nice, kinda guy at heart. Which is why I don’t understand why we argue so much…

So there’s been another one of those copy and paste statuses on Facebook. This one happened to be another one about how you met the person whose status it was. BUT THERE WAS A TWIST! (Dun dun dunnnn) – you had to lie. Me being me got really creative. I’m so proud of what I wrote, I decided to copy and paste them on here for you all to read. Aren’t you lucky?

“I met you 1300 years in the future. We were both jetpacking to the caf√© at the end of the universe. We ended up ordering the same thing and discussing the different layers of fudge sauce and ice cream within the item we were consuming. After this, we went home and I introduced you to my toaster, Trevor, and my bed, Sam. We made toast named Keith and Chester and found a time travelling device under Sam. You decided you were an expert on time travelling and got us stuck in this era. Thanks.”

“We met in the future while taking our jetpacks in for repair. We had such a good chat that we decided to visit my dragon-in-law so he could make a time travelling device. The dial on the time travelling controls got stuck on this era. So here we are.”

“We met while scuba diving in the Indian Ocean. You had no oxygen tank so I had to lend you mine and almost drowned dragging you to shore. Luckily, there was a pineapple nearby that saved my life. It did mouth to mouth rescussitation on me (personally, I think it just wanted to get its tongue in my mouth). Anyway. After it revived me, we got up and walked away from it like nothing happened. Then we ate ice cream.”

My favourite:

“We met in a place very, very far away. I think it was called Neverland. There, we were ameobas that barely existed. You sauntered over to me (as ameobas do) and told me you were sick of being an ameoba. So we grouped together with some of the other ameobas and stormed the gates of Neverland. Because we were only single-celled organisms, the guards didn’t even notice us and we escaped with ease. After leaving Neverland, I grew up into a fully functioning intelligent human. I’m not sure what went wrong with you.”

“I found you in a box. A cardboard one at the bottom of the sea while I was scuba diving. Someone must have thrown you away because you were defective. But don’t worry, I brought you back up to the surface and fixed you with my expert mechanical skills. That’s right, you’re a robot. Made of aluminium.”

This one was kinda mean:

“Well… The Omega justice system came across you and decided you weren’t fit for humanity. They then took you to the future and used a weird machine to turn you into an ameoba. I was the genius that turned you into an ameoba and used the rest of your cells for something useful. I then travelled back in time with you in your ameoba form and dumped you somewhere. You must have congealed and grown while I was busy partying.”

And I think that’s about it… I’m so proud of these. Though I talk about time travel, jetpacks and ameobas a lot.

Good Morning, World… Now Leave Me Alone

As you can see, I didn’t wake up in the best of moods today. I set an alarm on my DS to wake me up at 6am… I woke up at 6am, turned my DS off and contemplated getting up. I fell asleep. Then I woke up at 7:36am… So, with 24 minutes to get up and get ready… I got up… In a bad mood… I hate waking up late.
Despite the bad mood and 24 minutes to get up and get ready, I managed to get out of the house… Almost… On time. Though I found that my milk had been used up last night and nobody told me and my phone hadn’t been put on charge at all last night. Great. I have no hopes of listening to music in school today. I have to listen to people instead. Fuck my life.
So after all this, I began walking to school. I engaged in my usual routine of checking blogs, email and Facebook…
Facebook has been rather depressing for me lately because it only reinforces the notion that people don’t seem to tell me anything anymore. So do some blogs I read. It stands to reason that email couldn’t do that but it pisses me off because it seems that only half my emails get through.
I have normal lessons today, as opposed to the five hour art mock exam yesterday and the five hour drama mock exam tomorrow. It’s Children In Need day tomorrow. Non-uniform, too.
Yesterday also happened to be mum’s birthday. She was smiling a lot. It was great to see her like that. Grandad turned up too. He turned up just in time for cake (cakey senses?). The cake just happened to be an Aero Bubbles cake. And I just happen to have a fondness for Aero. Mix it with wine, and I’m set for the night. No, I’m not an alcoholic.
Luckily, it looks like I won’t be late for school.

Alright, Can We Get Some Carrots In Here?

The power went out today so I sat downstairs in the candlelight and checked Facebook using my mobile internet. Low and behold, that butch bitch who bugged me the other day was arguing on my photo with one of my best friends.
Now, this particular friend is amazing. I thank her for saying all the things I never had the courage to say because, frankly, I’m afriad of conflict. Naturally. Once it gets going, I’m fine. I just don’t like starting it.
It ended up that her girlfriend got involved. If she needs her girlfriend to come save her then she’s pathetic. I never asked my friends to get involved. She probably requested her girlfriend save her from the wrath of the fucking truth. Did I bring my boyfriend into the arguement when she insulted me? I did not. I dealt with it myself because I’m a mature person.
So after spouting profanities, she started using idiotic sarcasm. How mature, huh?
So, in the end, it became another same old story. We’ll call this one “The Butch Who Cried Bitch.”

Twitter is basically the equivalent of shouting out random things in a huge crowd of people that may or may not want to hear them. It’s also good for stalking as you don’t need someone’s permission to follow them. Creepy, huh?
Speaking of stalking, Facebook has become more like “Stalkbook”. Now you can have notifications for when your “close friends” so much as even write a status. You also get a section in the top right corner that tells you every little detail that happens that you don’t care about. Really? What’s the point of that? I wonder if anyone actually uses it. I sure don’t. On a somewhat related note, I urge some people to update their privacy settings before my mind explodes from your severe idiocy.
Going back to Twitter… I like Twitter. You can say what you want without worrying about people seeing it because most of your followers are people you don’t know. I have roughly 210 followers. I probably know about between three and ten of them. I definitely know three of them.
I changed my username on Twitter yesterday because I got bored of my old one. Oppa says it’s over the top. Which also means my MSN display name and Deviant Art username are over the top too. I say fuck you. I really don’t care though. I might change it again later. I have trouble thinking of a good username when it comes right down to it. I find it hard to concentrate. Hard To Concentrate is a song by Red Hot Chili Peppers… Haha.