Life, love, studies, books, and everything else in between! This blog has no focus and no theme, much like the owner herself. Oops. Did I just said that? I’m kidding (in case elder family members are reading this. Ehem.). I love cooking. I love reading. I love scrapbooking. I love a great deal of other “ing” that would take me forever to mention. I thank my calendar organizer for keeping me sane. I don’t know what I’d do without it. I swore I would never date a blond haired blue eyed man, but my Hero turned out to be the very epitome of that. Oh man.

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I’m 22 years old. I’m female. I’m straight. I’m short. I’m not good at introducing myself. I however, am very good at churning out words and stories that people don’t seem to care about. Probably that is why I have such a ‘huge’ following and such lovely ‘adoring crowds’. Ants follow my chocolate trails everywhere. Dogs adores me, as with any dogs or animals that I am bound to feed. Various sentences in this paragraph are meant to be sarcasm. Such is my life. Boo hoo hoo.

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Seriously though, welcome to the WordPress version of the Notebook. I decided to do this after visitors to the main blog in MSN Spaces could not leave comments. In order to comment there, you need an MSN account. Then you have to log in to Live Spaces and for various reasons, a lot of us have skeletons in our closet and would not like to leave critical evidence around. =P So here I am in WordPress.

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I feel the need to have this disclaimer to anyone who reads my blog: this blog requires readers to have an open mind. I write as I speak. That means if you have read my blog but have never met me, you’re not missing too much. (You’re not missing much too if you don’t read my blog, but I like to pretend that you are just so that you’d return). Reading me is the same as meeting me in person. That’s what friends says anyway. Sometimes I’m serious. Sometimes I’m compassionate. But most of the time, Joker prevails.

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There are times when written words do not convey as effectively as spoken words because people do not see your facial expressions. There are times when intentions are misunderstood. I have the habit of using sarcasm and satire when speaking, so please bear that in mind when you read this blog. I cannot stress that more. When I do that, I’m not trying to be mean or condescending; it is just my joker personality coming out of the box. Even my other split personality wants to be heard in this blog, not to mention my imaginary friend. I’m trying to cater to every’one’s need for attention. We get so little of it between each other.

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Being a very hardworking Uni student, when I’m not blogging you will know I am studying very hard. I also hold a demanding part time job because I like the challenge. Money does not have anything to do with it. In addition to that, I am owned by a domineering slave driving man who does not allow me to do anything without his prior permission, and who demands that I cover myself from head to toe. I beg you please remember the paragraph that mentions I am a sarcastic person. Thank you.

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Honey, I’m a sarcastic person. You know that. You fell in love with my beauty wits, remember? You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever had and I love you very much. I know you prefer me in lingeries than burqa. (Paragraph added for insurance. And no, this is not a sarcastic paragraph. Am I in trouble?)

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This blog does not attempt to make money because I’m selfless and altruistic, not to mention I’m so un-materialistic that I don’t care a hoot about money. I think it’s embedded in my neo-hippie-bohemian spirit. In other words it means I am too lazy to figure out the proper coding to monetize my blog. In other more honest words, I’m too pressed for time to be messing with my own domain server whateverya. In other much more honest words, I don’t want to be spending money to buy my own domain in order to enable my free WordPress to do that. It’s called being motivated. Don’t debate.

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Therefore with the exception of the few Amazon items I have around this blog which is far and few in between, you will not be bombarded with any paid advertisements. I, however, welcome any donations of chocolates, sushi and Italian tomato-sauce-smothered food. Oh, and honeyed Greek breads.

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Sending Johnny Depp and/or Wentworth Miller my way doesn’t hurt too. (Yes honey, this part was sarcasm.)

(Honey?)

(Honey? Honeee eee eee ee eeee!!) *that was not a typo, it was an echo, you nutters*

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If it’s not clear to you that the writer of this blog is an insane person, and if insanity does not bother you the least, feel free to subscribe to this blog or to add this blog to your Technorati favourites. Obviously the subscribe and Technorati chicklet was not intended to be displayed for decorating purpose, though it serves that purpose much more than it’s supposed purpose. Purpose. Purpose. Purple is the color of my purse. Purpose.

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Only if you want to.

But of course we know you want to.

Not being sarcastic this time too

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So tell me, do you regret coming across this blog now?

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P.S: In case you’re wondering why all the sarcastic word are in bold, it is in case you forget I am a sarcastic person.