TIM BURTON'S MAGICAL FASHION

In the latest issue of Harpers Bazaar, these photos were taken by Tim Walker to celebrate the genius that is Tim Burton. Delightfully dark! I love it.


Full shoot here.

Show and tell

Success! I've taught myself how to play both the melody and chords of Qelqu'un M'a Dit by Carla Bruni on guitar. Such a lovely song with equally lovely lyrics. For some reason unknown, blogger won't allow me to upload videos.

My brothers have gotten me really into Plants vs. Zombies. It's a game where you protect your brains from zombies with various plants that shoot peas and butter. Quite fun and time consuming.

One more thing. New story at fictionpress: Post Mortem. The formatting is sucks bullocks, as does fictionpress. Best read in either 1/2 or 3/4 view. Read and review!

Gracias!

I’m just glad I’m ovulating.

It’s the first Monday of the holidays and my family and I did a bit of light gardening.

Yeah, gardening isn’t so bad. Sometimes I even enjoy it.

Except it wasn’t a bit of light gardening. It wasn’t even a damn garden. It was a fucking monstrosity of a jungle. A jungle made purely of weeds, snails, hairy-gary caterpillars, poison ivy, and other itchy, gross things. The bloody weeds were so tall that some might even consider them trees!

While squatting with various gardening utensils and butcher knives under the thicket of weeds, snails and caterpillars were inhabiting the taller half of the weeds and thus falling on us when we chopped their delicious-nutritious homes down.

I’m too tired to go into detail about this. Let’s just say that chopping down weeds taller than me in hay fever season in a yard that stretches over the majority of our approx. 2000m² land is nothing I ever want to do again. And it’s not even fucking finished!

Meh, I guess today wasn’t all bad. I did win a competition entitling me to a free professional photoshoot valued at 450$ and I received a letter that informed me that I have 35% discount of my school fee for next year (it’s not a damn scholarship, though. Damn those winners. Huyen included).

I’m just glad I’m ovulating and look somewhat nice today.

Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck!

I dropped my fucking Iphone in the water filled GUTTER!

Angry ranting

My internet is fucking sucks. It takes at least 3 minutes for a page to only load halfway and then my internet dies on me.

Let us bitch about my mother.

Okay, so, today I got home from school to find no one home and so I decided to watch some television. Mother calls (lol, that contact picture of mother) to ask if I want her to buy salami for lunch.

Motherbitch: Do you want me to buy salami for lunch tomorrow?

Me: I don’t really care. Ask Lam.

Motherbitch: What? I can’t hear you!

Me: (repeats myself, but louder)

Motherbitch: Don’t you dare speak to me like that! You’re so disrespectful (and then much swearing and accusing me of being a selfish bitch in viet ensues). When I get home you’re in big trouble!

And then I hang up and eventually then fall asleep on the couch. I then wake up to find mother standing over me with a large stick in hand and tells me to go to her room.

(cue the punishment, crazy asian bitch style)

Mother then proceeds to lecture me about what a horrible, disrespectful, ungrateful child I am. Screams about how I study religion in school but still act like a selfish bitch to her. That was when I decided to block her out.

Yes, I admit that I do speak to her rudely sometimes and that I put off doing chores, but I am a freaking 14 year old hormonal teen. I have the right to act like this to my mother despite the outcomes. Mother thinks that she has the 5 worst children on the world, but, really, she should be the one who is grateful that we are not sneaking out, skipping school, doing drugs, drinking and having unprotected sex! The majority of girls my age that I know do these things!

When I told mother that she just said that I should be more like Huyen.

Bitch, please. Huyen speaks to her mother in an even more disrespectful way than the way I do to you, and I know that she loves her mum!

Bloody fuck. Mother just called for me again. Leaving, bitches.

Sleep log

11:17pm
In bed and trying to ge some sleep. Currently blogging from my phone via email. I will be keeping a Sleep log of melyself tonight, because Dianna is insisting that I blog and writing about my sleep is as interesting as I will get. So anyway, this is very strange for me, as
I normally go to bed at at least 1am. My biological clock has changed
and I am not used to sleeping at this time. I also normally sleep for
only about 5 hours at a time. Anything above or below that will make
me drowsy the next day. I will stop writing for now and come back tothis later post when I either wake up or when I can no longer just lay
in the dark after I have unicorned myself out, lol. I predict that I
will continue writing this at around 12am.

11:43pm
I dozed off fo a bit and had a weird dream that I hardly remember:
Hermione, Draco and Blaise were in the prefects bathroom and Draco was waiting in a toilet cubicle while Blaise was trying to convince
Hermione to let Draco wear his bra. Lol, I think Draco conjured
himself a pair of breasts.
Anyway, back to my attempted sleep.

2:04am
Slept well, but have really bad stomach pains. Fuck, it hurts.

7am:
I'll get up in 20mins. Promise.

Thunder in my roof.

There is thunder in my roof.
Well, technically it's the fucking possums that live up there. They run around, screech and fight all night. Sometimes I hear something being dragged across the ceiling. Lol, it sounds like a corpse being dragged around. That would be freaky.

Katrina wants to post some of my work onto Soompi. It'd be cool if people liked and talked to others about my work. My work could be famous over the net. And I would stay anonymous and not talk to people, so Katrina would handle all my ranging fan who love orgasmic angst (yeah, totally, in my wet dreams). But I'm still giving her permission to post my work on Soompi, as long as my sister doesn't find it and that its always credited back to me (love me!).

Ohmygod, I can hear the freaking possums claws scratching in my roof. Let's kill it.

I want a Keel's Simple Dairy and something good to read or maybe just some GODDAMN UPDATES!

That is all.

Hello, Dianna

I’m so fucking nervous.

There are so many too smart people that applied for the scholarship. Frick, some really Asian dude got bloody 100%. I don’t even know him and I already hate him, lol. Two of my close friends are in the top 6 out of 55 applicants. I feel fine about the interview tomorrow and my statement, but I dread the day in the upcoming holidays when I get a letter informing me whether I received the scholarship or not. I can just imagine myself holding that letter, fretting about opening it (that’s if mother hasn’t already). I don’t think I’ll be disappointed if I don’t get the scholarship because I’m not expecting myself to (and that’s not because of low self-esteem; there are some freaking prodigy geniuses that applied). I think I’ll be immensely [insert word that defines how I would feel here].

It’s not fair! Some kids are just applying for the scholarship because they (or their ‘rents) want to see if they’re smart enough for something as prestigious as a scholarship at an equally prestigious school. Some people actually need financial help to attend a school that costs eleven fucking thousand a year!

Damn bitches.

Because I know

Because I know, if it was ever a choice between me and her, it'd be her in a heartbeat.

I'd rather have you broken and angry and hateful, than not have you at all.

Feel free to not read this.

Dianna, this is raw, unabridged, quick and short.

I’m always there for you. You confide in me and use me as your mental and literal punching bag. I help you see things in a different light. I make you feel special. I support you and your twisted crushes. I’m there for you in spirit when you’re at school. You whine to me about your insecurities. You cry to me about your schooling woes. You snap hideous photos of me. You make me cry with all your sweet fluffiness. You’re too rough with my guitar. You are the worst arm holder. Your parents are kinky, freaky bitches. You have such low self-esteem. You are insane, inane and inglorious. You make me write stupid corny things about you. You make me exasperated and talk to you like a five year-old. You’re making me bore any other person that may be reading this. And you’re just so Dianna-ish that this list will never end.

I like doing these things for you. It makes me feel all high and mighty. But there’s one thing that you do for me that would not make me myself otherwise.

You make me fun.

Imagine me without you, lol. I’d be the most emo bitch anyone has ever crossed.

(Barf! at the fluffiness of this all!)

Profanity

I know I’m only 14,

but I think I struggle in saying love.

(It took me too much effort to write that word down)

I don’t like saying it, I don’t like writing it, I don’t like thinking it.

I know people love things everywhere. Significant others, family, friends, animals, others.


love  [luhv] noun, verb, loved, lov⋅ing.
–noun

1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.
3. sexual passion or desire.

I know those things are possible, but does love feel the same for everyone?

I’ve watched, read many love scenes between two people, and when it’s a good movie or really well written, this thumping, aching feeling consumes my entire being. It’s impossible to ignore and does not cease until the lovey-dovey scene is over. Sometimes it’s a dull throbbing in my chest and other times – most times – it’s an insane, shock of feeling that rushes to my nerves that will not emit until it’s satisfied (self love, lol).

Albeit, it happens rarely because it’s isn’t often that I come across that would make me feel like that.

And I would describe all these things to be painful.

If this is what love feels like, then I don’t know how people can live with it. I can’t even imagine it. Loving someone so dearly that it hurts should be unbearable.

That’s why I’m so curious about whether this is what love feels like to other people – men especially.

I envy all people who can express love through film, words, song, etc. excellently. When they convey love it’s so pure, beautiful and strangely addicting. I could never express anything like that, and me trying will just be blasphemy and disgusting.

I have an uncanny love for angsty love stories (there that word is again, but is a different context. Is it really the same?). Things that have such passionate love but end in (the not clichéd) tragic way is what really gets that throbbing feeling going like rabbits. It’s so bittersweet, it’s lovely.

Unless I am wrong, of course, and am mistaking this feeling for something else.

So, I will end with a few love-related things:

My interpretation of love: addiction, adoration and devotion.

First Day of My Life by Bright Eyes

And, Dianna, I lo** you.

Starkidpotter tees!

This is the coolest.

And wearing this will also make me the coolest.

I want one.

Starkidpotter

Tuesday, Sept 1st, ’09, 7:58pm, 03

Why are they still living together? It’s not doing anyone any good.

Maybe they don’t want Thai growing up in a broken family. Although, that’s better than what he’s growing up in now.

Alcoholic, cheating, mother-fuckers.