alone

carie underwood

the only blond who can sing.

the only blond who makes mind-blowing songs.

the only blond who looks hot and sweeeeeeet at the same time.

the only blond who cares about everything.

the only blond who is kind to everything.

the only blond who has big, i mean really big, smart brains.

scuba

went scuba diving yesterday, and i don't get it. why should i willingly open my wallet to something so dull an activity. ok, sure, it was an intro dive. but i absolutely do not intend to spend so much for something less thrilling, as it is less dangerous, than bowling. and throwing a heavy ball down the lane to knock white loaded pins of the lane. yes, i believe that gutter balls are exciting. the corals and fishes were cool. but i wasn't mesmerized. i grew bored during that 30 min looking at bizzare creatures underwater. dun like. i'm just not that 'fishy'. also, i'm kind of hydrophobic. i'm not a water person.

my friends, candi and rex, had a hard time but the instructor kept on telling me to relax so that's what i did. wet deep from 15 to 20 ft. the dive was 30 min like i said. at first we had a debrief. my instrucrot, albert, is from malaysia. he explained everything in detail. yes i know it means self-contained underwater breathing apparatus. yes i know we do it under the sea. yes i know we can't breathe underwater. but albert was kind though. anyways, the oxygen tank was damn heavy. i felt like i was gonna fall down every step. the air tasted like mineral water. the wet suit was hard to put on as it was tight! -duh. fins were hard to put as you had to keep your balance. but i got used to everything right away. candi and rex spent half of their time on shore as they were a bit uncomfortable. so i spit on my goggles and albert and i went down straight away.

underwater. i was dragged by albert all the way. wanted to kick on my own but i didn't know how to sign. plus i was scared. haha. i think that's another reason why i got bored. i didn't get to roam myself. i was like draged along as he showed we the fished and corals. btw, i actually held a real starfish! like big one! like four times the size of my hands! i was so unstable underwater when i tried to kneel on the bed. it was like being blown by the wind (as said candi) so when albert went in front of me and took pictures, i was signaling that i needed to go up (like the thumbs up sign and bobbed your hands up and down). i was scared to sink down and trample on the corals. i keep on choking down there because i was so thirsty, the salty water and the air on the tanks was making my throat dry. i wanted to take out my mouth piece and gulp water or swallow saliva but it's so trouble some and albert might panic. he was like doing the 'okay?' sign everytime.

when we went up he dragged me to shore. i wasn't kicking anymore cause he told me to relax. so the trip to the shore was nice. haha. it was okay overall. i wasn't entirely convinced by it.and worse, i didn't get any tan after we went sunbathing. when we tried to swim on the beach, some jellyfish stung my cousin. and we were too traumatized to go snorkling. so we did nothing after that. i didn't enjoy the whole thing as i wasn't well acquianted with most of the people (went with my cousin's friends) so it wasn't that crazy. just casual tallk. plus, the three hour journey in a cramped car muredered me.

i'll say, scuba diving is cool. just that i was in an intro dive. it wasn't exciting enough to me. it's an expensive hobby. furthermore, i hate traveling. so scuba is a no for me. but i'm glad i had the experience for story-telling. i'll say 6 1/2 out of ten. i know ms yee is totally gonna disagree. happy birthday babe! ha-peace

kelly wearstler

kelly wearstler. the best designer ever. gosh! i really like her designs. there's something eccentrically astonishing about her rooms that makes you gasp. she pushes the bounderies of rationality beyond the brink. she thinks so far outside the box. let me try to explain. something not safe. something dangerous. something unexpected. something odd about it that makes it pleasing in the eye. and now i realize that i'm trying to explain uniqueness. her work is vintage but somewhat contemporary and makes me conlcude that her ideas are timeless. i dare say that her work heavily reflects herself, her character, her life. and that's a true artist. her rooms weigh a ton. very detailed. very strong tastes. very shrewdly mixed. different elements collaborate to create a deeply grounded work. certainly not minimalistic nor simplistic. dark. rich. lush. when i grow up, i wanna be like that. make something seemingly ugly look beautiful. and that's what she does. she recreates elements into her own style that renders it amazing. she gives the word ecclectic a new meaning. the word was made for her. the word was made by her. a very discerning critique of function and credibility, i believe her to be knowledgeable and cunning with layouts. as if functionality comes second in line after creativity. a witty artist, she's not your dumb amatuer who moves forward with an idea just because it's eye catching, she also makes sure it's practical and apt. her elements aren't randomly selected but precisely hand-picked, each having a specific relevance

i watched her on Top Design. and my, oh my, she looks drop dead and bring me back to life gorgeous. glamorous. and fergie's an understatement. her look is as bold as her art. she's so loud and unpredictable that fashonistas' jaws will drop at her shockingly likable wardrobes. her daring being is certainly inviting every form of ambigous critiques. maybe it's beacuse she's so pretty that nothing looks ugly on her. she saunters around the room with that cute little expression on her face. and have i mentioned she looks like a goddess? alluring. bewitching. angelic. all these words are scant to give an even vague description. and dear heavens! those eyes. soft and resigned. plus, she has kids (two sons... and she still looks like that?)! isn't that so cute! i mean for guys that would be a negetive information maybe, i don't know. here's a bummer for all the guys out there; she's 40. i'm not sure if she's still married. but being a mother certainly adds credibilty to her character. what i'm trying to say is that, at least she's real. and after ophra and tyra banks rejects my offer, i'm gonna ask her to adopt me! i want her to be my mother (i'm sure...)! argh! kelly wearstler. inspiring. i almost idolize her. wait, i do.

hay naku.