If we lived our lives as a soap opera..what would it be called?

That was the random question of the week. Sherrie had no idea either. However, we are open to suggestions.
Last week's random question was ''Who would you rather do?..Fred Flinstone or Barney Rubble and why?'' Trust me, it wasn't easy to answer. I spent a good 15 minutes thinking before settling on Barney Rubble because he seemed cuter with that blonde hair and beady blue eyes.

It really bugs me when i'm doing one of those searches of online profiles for someone in particular and can't find them eventhough i know for sure they are definately under my list of 'friends'. I spent an hour browsing through my 'friends' list for that one particular person all because I haven't seen or heard from him in ages and just wanted to see how he was getting along.
Okay Okay fine..Actually I wanted to take a little peek-sy at his profile cos I heard he has an ugly girlfriend now and I wanted to point and laugh and maybe later have a little bitch-fest with the girls.
Don't get me wrong. He's not a dreaded EX or anything. Just some guy who made his moves on me and after getting the rejection and the ''you're just a friend to me'' treatment, made his moves on my sister.
We all know one of those.
The guys who would go around expecting women to fall at their feet just because they were slightly more attractive than the average local male but had the intelligence of a walnut.

It's Christmas and New Year's again. 2007 went by real damn quick. What have I gained this year?.....ZILCH. Oh...probably 8 pounds.
Yes, I gained 8 pounds this year. Merry Christmas and a Happy fuckin' New Year to you too.
The other night, we were reminiscing past New Year's Eves..and I came to an alarming realisation. I have spent every NYE for the past 4 or 5 years....Single. And for the past two NYE's I ended up at Ryan's after partying..which of course meant just one thing. BonkFest.
I better not make this a habit.
I mean, I definately am single again this year..I meant the bonking Ryan part. I need to get it into my head that no matter how good it was or how fantastic its going to be, I just have to say the magical words...''I'm sorry I can't come over tonight''....
Or any other night any more for that matter.
It feels terrible denying myself of the glory that was his schlong, But yet somehow...I feel strangely good about suppressing my inner hoe-bag.
I still like to hold onto the hope that someday I would eventually meet that one person who was right for me. And I was right for him. And we were meant to be. yadda yadda yadda etc.etc.etc. And it wouldn't matter if the sex wasn't that great because we would share a greater bond. blah blah blah blah blah.
Pardon me I've been watching one too many chick flicks lately.
Whatever it is, all i'm saying is that if i do eventually meet that person, then the sex better be damn good because we WERE MEANT FOR EACH OTHER DAMN IT. And if YOU were meant for ME it wouldn't make sense if the bonking wasn't anything short of fantastic.

One of the girls in the family is in Major Deep Shit. I walked by the laundry area earlier, and something caught my eye. A burnt cigarette hole in one of my Mom's tops. It sure as hell couldn't have been me. Everyone knows I smoke in my room. And if its one of the younger sisters, well then whoever it was will be in Majorly Deeper Shit cos' they're not of age to be smoking yet.
Here are the laws of my house.

Smoking

• Allowed by the age of at least 15 years, of which after at least a week of nagging and disapproving looks from Parental Unit, smoking would only be allowed in the premises of home, in designated ''Smoking Areas'': Kitchen Window, Bathroom and Kartika's Bedroom.
• Smoking in Public areas or within plain sight of Parental Unit shall only be tolerated upon reaching 18th Birthday.
• Smoking within plain sight of other relatives e.g: Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles etc. Is strictly prohibited at all ages unless the smoker could care less.

Alcohol

• not more than 2 sips of any form of alcohol is allowed at any age during certain occasions such as Christmas, Dinners, Gatherings etc.
• By age 16, you will be allowed at least one cup of shandy during dinners. This is the start of the training process.
• By age 17, you will have your first taste of a shot of Black Sambuca. This is the 2nd and final part of the training process.
• On 18th birthday, you will be given many drinks to drink. After which the reaction to that many drinks would judge the success of the training process. Do us Proud.
• The final and most important alcohol law of the house is that No one touches Dad's booze. Ever.

Seriously. This is all true.

I have never brought any guy home. I have never introduced any of my exes to my parents. Because, face it, my family is pretty dysfunctional. Ask anyone who has met my Dad. Ha Ha.

We are trying to decide what to do on NYE. Of course, the first half of it would be spent with the family at Insomnia as usual. It's the second half I'm worried about.

No idea where to go. No idea who to go with.

We are considering spending the whole NYE at Insomnia with the family.Not exactly my idea of a fantastic NYE. But hey, it could be worse right? The previous NYE, I believe I kissed one of my sisters at midnight. I wonder if I could bring my darling Bitty with me this year. That way, at midnight I could kiss my pet cat. Less pathetic than having your Dad kiss your forehead instead?

I really hate New Years by the way. 3...2...1..HAPPY NEW YEAR!...that year is now officially GONE. It is NEVER coming back. It will NEVER happen again.

That's the exact thing that runs through my mind. Then of course I get distracted by all the alcohol. Maybe that's the reason why i somehow seem to end up at Ryan's. Crap. That will not happen again this year. I swear by it. I'd make my sister drag me home by the hair if i mention the name.

~lots of overdue kisses~ Kat

Nothing to talk about..Therefore I shall talk about Nothing

I swear Erik inspires me sometimes....

There might be something wrong with me..I spent a Friday night..at home.

I am in desperate need for some social activity AWAY from the clubs. And as usual, I'm always the one who puts the plans into action. And I absolutely HATE being organiser. I don't enjoy being the one person everyone looks to for the next move..''where should we go?..where should we sit?...what do we do now?''....And then I'll have several pairs of eyes on me. Really, guys, I dont have a clue either!

But sometimes I am left with no choice. *shrugs*

So I took the liberty of texting the old friends earlier. I suggested having dinner on Monday. Actually, I didn't really suggest, it was more like ''dinner @ etc.etc. on Monday at 7pm..get back asap.'' 3 of us have confirmed...We are still waiting on the last guy.

If Kit is reading this...I think the girls need to get together sometime soon? Get back to me on your thoughts about that. Dinner next Friday maybe?

I adore my pets. I really do. All of them are such characters.

For instance, Fester the fat one is well-mannered, whenever I walk by him he would look up at me with his large round glassy eyes which is just so cute it makes me want to squish his little fat face.

And then there's Casper A.K.A Bitty, who happens to be my baby. He's under the impression that he's human and he thinks I'm his wife. Everytime I come home in the mornings, he would wait for me by the door with that ..''where-the-hell-have-you-been'' look on his face. Then he would follow me everywhere I go, including the bathroom. He likes to sit in the sink while I shower. And when I sleep he would either curl up at my feet or snuggle next to my face. He is the love of my life.

Lady is the Bimbo of the house. She doesn't meow. She kinda squeaks. Its the weirdest cat voice ever. And I think she hates me cos' i deny her food. She's constantly whining at me for food and I ignore her. She just doesn't realise I'm doing her a favour.

Then there's my pair of gay rabbits. Piggy and Buggy. Piggy looks pissed off constantly. I dont know why. And Buggy likes to sniff my toes.

Dessi said that the sushi in Canada is not as good as the ones over here...I told her I would Fed ex her some Sushi including myself. I miss that bitch. It's not the same without her around. I miss the days when we used to work together. Messing around during rehearsals, getting the boss frustrated. I miss those times.

I can't stand those girls who refer to their boyfriends/fiances/husbands as Hubby. Or even worse. Hubbie. Good Gawd I feel like dying whenever someone uses that. And It doesnt matter if the guy really is your husband. It irks me all the same. Hubby. *barfs*

I can't stand girls who give their boyfriends/fiances/husbands cutesy little nicknames either. Its like...He isn't a pet.

If I were a man..and I had a girlfriend who nicknamed me something silly, I'd smack her..I really would. Arent we lucky I'm not a man?

Greetings from ward 28

I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED BY A VIRTUAL RECTANGULAR CUBE!!!!
The game is called Bloxorz..It's really addicting..and frustrating. The Nurses around the ward are giving me funny looks. What a sight I must be. Sitting with the laptop, muttering obscenities and shaking my fist in anger at the screen. Maybe I should consider seeking professional help. It's really something when you start to believe that a game has something against you.
I really hate being in hospitals. Its too cold. There's nothing to do. There's nothing to eat. I have to walk all the way past the carpark for a fricken' cigarette. By the time I walk back to the entrance of the hospital after a smoke, I'd feel the need to light up another one. The vending machine at the visitor's lounge doesnt work.
So, today I woke up at 6am thinking that it was like 8pm Thursday...Boy was I wrong. I went to sleep at 7am Thursday morning and woke up at 6am Friday morning...Holy Crap. 1 more hour and I would have slept for 24 hours straight. Unbelievable. Thank god I didnt have to do anything. I'm so screwed. I have to be at work in 4 hours..and I bet by midnight I will be extremely sleepy. I don't really think that the caffeine and sugar fix is very healthy. I'd be super hyper for about 2 hours at least and when it dies down I'll be super super exhausted. And the last thing I want to do is sleep for 23 hours straight again.
I pretty much have nothing to say. Nothing really interesting has happened.
All I know is that I am helplessly smitten.

Random Stuff

Ok...
So I'm working at McDonald's now. Nasty as ever. Hardest work I've ever done, too. Stupid. Sucks.

My mom lost her job, and now we're taking care of my little sisters, too...

People are all too often two-faced.

Music is amazing.

I wanna cuddle.

I've got to go get my sister some pudding.

Cinderella is stupid too...

Love.

<3 Erik

I love BooBoo

I want a chihuahua and I'm going to name it BooBoo.

Ugh. I so need to live in my own place. Hopefully by the time I'm 21 i'll be living on my own with BooBoo.

Anyways, my costume arrived today. The package was sitting right outside my door and i almost stepped on it when i woke up. I actually wanted to go back to sleep but I got too excited I just had to try on my costume right away. Now I wish I didn't order it in the first place cos' we might decide to not even go out on Halloween. Pfft.

Here's a message to all my ''friends'' out there. I'm not a fucking Therapist.I'm not a fucking Counseller.I'm not a fucking Fortune Teller.

So quit treating me as such. Why the hell should I help when you people never once call or ask me out just to catch up or perhaps listen to MY problems. All you people ever do is call when there is a problem after which you go all..''oh my god i'm so glad to have a friend like you..'' I wish I could say likewise.

Don't you just hate it when you're caught in between a childish conflict which causes people who were once friends to disregard your existence so as to not piss off the other person? And this other person just so happens to be rude and contradicting.

I'm dying for a holiday.

~Kisses~ Kat

Like karaoke? Try DICTIONARAOKE!!!

I'm a huge karaoke fan...it's no secret. I've recently, however, been looking for something to "challenge" me, so to speak, in the karaoke universe. Today, I found it....

http://www.dictionaraoke.org/

It's sheer genius...Take your favorite song, be it AC/DC's "Highway to Hell" or Aqua's "Barbie Girl", and instead of singing it yourself, you have it sung by online dictionary words spliced together to make the lyrics. ROFL.

Check it out...Guaranteed laugh-fest for the day.

E :)

I honestly love you...Lady in my office who wears really nice clothes from the 80's.

OMFG.

There's a lady. She's in my office. And she wears clothes from the 80's.

No, seriously..SHE EFFING WEARS THE 80's.

This morning I was at the front desk, talking to Jessica, the admin assistant, and in she walks...LIMO (her acronym). She happily shouts "Good Morning!" to us all, as if she's just seen the final episode of Dallas and was so happy that she had to pull out her effing black 80's cape and scrunchy boots to prove it.

Maybe it's me..I dunno, but every time I see her personal rendition of Seinfeld's "puffy shirt" I have to scream, in my head of course...YOU LOOK LIKE AN EFFING IDIOT!!!!!

E:)

My Prayers

Ok. So. Anyone who knows me knows that I'm not a religious person. I consider myself to be agnostic, meaning that I don't deny the existence or possibility of God, I just don't spend time contemplating the matter. I don't attend church regularly, nor do I read from the Bible. But I have many times before. I don't pray. But I'm going to right now. People need it. We need something.

So here goes:

To whomever or whatever it is that is watching over us,

I pray for those of us who are chemically dependent. I pray not only that our addiction not weigh so heavily on our shoulders, but also that the pain which fuels it is healed as well. I pray that those around the chemically dependent person are able to separate the addiction from the one they love, understanding that it is the addiction behaving so hurtfully, not the person.

I pray that those of us who bear great stress. I pray that the weight be lifted from our shoulders. I pray that we have someone around to help us carry the load and that we are willing to accept that help. I pray that we are able to understand that we are never alone to bear the burdens of life by ourselves and that there's always love if we're willing to look in the right place.

I pray for those of us who are shunned by society. I pray that we find the acceptance and love that we need and deserve -- if not from others, then at least within ourselves. I pray that we understand that although everyone is unique, we are really no different than anyone else. I pray that society learns to overcome their ignorance and their fear of the unknown.

I pray for those of us who love unwaveringly. I pray that we find an outlet -- a person -- willing to accept all of the love that we have to offer. I pray that we never give up in trying to find that person. I pray also that we ourselves understand that not everybody is willing to accept love from other people -- this is not rejection, but rather an individual's preference.

I pray for those of us who are neglected or abused. I pray that we have the understanding that what is done to us is not our fault, but the fault of the negligent or abusive. I pray that we find the strength within ourselves to stand up, raise our head to face the world, and move on with our lives. I pray that we learn from our pain and refuse to abuse or neglect others.

I pray for those of us who are self-righteous. I pray that we come to the realization that everything I've prayed for concerns everybody. I pray that we understand that we are all here in this world together and that the best way to live is to live for one another, not ourselves. I pray that we are able to extinguish the addictions we have through expression; that we are able to lighten the weight of stress through community and togetherness; that we are able to come together as a society and live in harmony through acceptance; that we are able to care and be cared about freely through our love for one another; that we are able to overcome the pain which has been caused in the past and use it to push our desire to live for one another in the present.