GROOVY KIND OF LOVE

i swear, ill be on top of the world one day with a blunt in one hand and my baby's hand in another.

^^^^^^ jt you are the apple of my eye.

thanks for sneakng me out lastnight and reminded me why i fell in love with you. +we was high ass fuck yeeeaaaa buuudddyyyyyyyyyyy.


sooo... tommorow is friday. internation foods day at school and cheerleaders like every fuckin year sells the goodies. yes you name it, cupcakes, weed brownies, rice krispies, caramel apples. ALL THE SWEET SHIT. ahhaah jk about the weed brownies. and i hope its hot (dalycity please be good to me just this once fucker) not diggin the fact we gota wear skirts on a cold ass day. im in a happy jolly type of moood, hip hip hoooray.













ok bye.

HEARTLESS

i dont know exactly what im trying to prove with this blog, all i ask is for this to make me feel just a tad bit better at the end. its been rough.. lets admit lifes rough period. Not to sound like a whining little bitch but its been incredibly hard to maintain school/boyfriend/ and just the whole aspect of being the perfect daughter. expectations expectations... do this do that be better like so and so change your ways... JUST STOP. its one thing to hold homework off for a day, but once you see shit piling high and feels like your behind. giving up and saying fuck it sounds the most appealing and is by far the first choice ill never hesitate to make. first 6 weeks grading period 2 B's 2 C's 1 A and drum roll please 1 F. no no.. not proud but hey im capable of doing worse. To my parents those letters are a bunch of bullshit and apparently the end of the world for them. if they had a way to read this blog "HEY MOM AND DAD IM NOT PERFECT" along with some harsh fighting words i shall not even dare to type. but also, if they did read this im sorry for the disapointment yes i can do better and yes i will be better, but please dont make me feel like im the most stupidest walking thing on earth just cus of one F. and god, its just progress report fuckin relax and take 3 chill pills while you're at it. ANNNNDDDD stop saying im not gona graduate, having that embedded in my mind constantly makes me aim for that goal so watch it. im eager to finish up highschool, senioritis is approaching and will bite my little ass if this year does not get more enjoyable. ok the subject of H.I.M. aka jt24 aka my boyfriend. im going to flashback to when we first met, those stares, the excitment, the anticipation, that feeling of wow-ness. damn this boy hooked on to me and reeled me in hard, i never wanted to hang out with my friends on fridays, my text inbox would be loaded and had to clear it a few times a day because it hit capacity, it was just...just... love all over again. a different kind of love, the love i wanted to be in, the love that didnt want to hurt me, the love i didnt want to find. i was not in the appropriate mind state to be with someone, the matter is i was 100% fine with being alone. but he came along, and opened my life to something new.. something completely out of the ordinary. quite mind bottling, yeah? "never get too comfortable" for the couples out there thats been together 1..2..3 years the present day can never be compared to that very first day. talkin back happens, "i only said that because i was mad" happens, and foreals SHIT HAPPENS. hey, relationship will forever be more a relationship with the drama and access baggage... but fuck i forgot how hard it is to deal with not mentioning the nagging, misfits, assuming, blah blah blah, and all the ughhhhh's. also its hard when you guys are not on the same page, when your so tired of all the arguing you just shutup and give up without finding the resolution to what started it the first place, when when you just want to punch eachother in the face so all the shit just stops. you see, thats when something is wrong. you should never want to punch your girl/boy in the face!! (haha ok i laughed... NOW LAUGH) but ive been with my nigga for almost a year now... and honestly im content. at a point ive adjusted and learned from things that WILL shape me into a better person. he, himself taught me the finest things in life that are beyond comparable. he is my bestfriend he is my lover and he is my love. when things get too much and out of hand of course our heads heat up and begin to clash. tell me something i dont know! the world is coming down on me.. seems like im at war with my own life. and this is what i have to say. FUCK YOU PAY ME... hahaha jk. shit will get hard, fuck it already is hard. i cant stress enough how stressed i am. im officially un-employed, gota deal with my parents mood swings for about a week or so, john truong you will always drive me insane, AND no kanye west concert to look forward to anymore. oh yeah, johns bday =D today he declared he wanted a zip for his special day... so i guess that 400 bucks ive been saving up in the bank account will be put in good use? hahhahaha.... fuck i neeedddaaaaaaa blunnttttttt righttttt nowwwwwwwww.

and mom and dad if you ever read this, weed makes me happy please dont disown me.
and yes, this shit did make me feel better highfive kids.

AND IM ON THE BLEACHERS

i can never keep this shit in a consistent habbit. i guess blogging is just not my mojo for now, but hey let me give it a try...

nah actually i wont i just got sleepy. and why in the world is everybody switching to tumblr? in my oponion all these sites are the same its in the matter of choosing where you want to type at and publish your thoughts. im getting bored by doing this already.... blahhhhhhh





bye. i need a blunt.

SICK GIRL

too sick too type, so you'll hear about my whines and rumbles tmro.

bye bitches and fuck you to.

CUT DEEP.

man... if you was to ever play me ILL STILL FUCKIN LOVE YOU.

OH, FOREAL?

everybody blogs about problems, how there boyfriends are dicks, and all the other randomn shit that happens in their everyday lives because twitter is way too small to fit everything in.

aye, not hatin.. cus i do the exact same shit to =P

i havent been on this for a while, simply cus i forgot all about it. Now that i see that my bitchass cousin clovelle made one (cus of course she was my number 1 fan) on my blogs, im gona start updating my shit. yiipee..

school : foreals, being a senior aint all that. yeah we look down on all the freshmens thinkin "how small they are" when cmonn im just as small ahem 4'11 nahh ok 5'. i see all this puppydog shit going around it makes me sick! haha jk i hellla remember when i entered freshmen year, i thought i was baaaad having all my friends as seniors cus of my cousin. my mom recently asked me "anak what do u wana be after highschool, u should have a little plan now?" foreals mom, ide tell you but ihave no fuckin idea. can i just slang drugs to my future? im totally kidding -_-

fam: i miss family parties period. i remember having parties almost every weekend in sunnyvale or whereever, i miss my cousins i miss my aunties and uncles. as the generation gets older, everybody does there own shit now... and less presents at christmas :/ haha im kidding again

JT: I think i love you more then i love myself. even tho you can be the biggest DICK of all time, you know we got eachother like pan fried noooodles. damn if this is what love is supposed to be all about, marry me in 10 years ok?

ok this blog was weak, rushing to get ready to hang out with my 2 best bitches and my old homies from burton im juiced, i missed these fuckers

PEACE, LOVE, and HELLOKITTY!!!! asta lavista

NO... NO, LET ME.

there were so many times this summer i delt thru experiences where i told myself "damn this would be a perfect situation to blog about" but never got around to do so. summer is memory lane, by far one of the best summers ive ever had. twas not the usual vacation to the philippines like every fuckin summer ever since i was younger but stayed at home and runned my very own life. parents and little sister was gone for a good month leaving me with ate (older sister). i would wake up, grab clothes, and john would be there. go home (if i ever went home) just to sleep and wake up to the same routine. i was infatuated with the fact that we played the married life waking up to eachother, cooking/going out, cleaned (yeah right), and when we turn off the tv at night we kissed and said goodnight. the feeling was amazing, having no parents to tell u to go home or stay home for the most part. HE was my support system and aknowledging the fact that he took care of me when noone did. i came home to an empty house with no food, love, warmth... shit sucked foreal. i love that boy to an extent where i can stop and say yeah ill take a bullet for my nigga offtop. as week 3 passed, i absolutely hated my house. there was no shit to do having no little sister to bug, my parents flight back home kept delaying because many families like them tried going home back in time for there kids, since school was just around the corner. the day they came home was the day i felt whole and actuall happy to be in my own room again. i hugged my mom and dad so tight i shouted never leave me again! and slapped abigail in the head cus that little fucker didnt even get dark if anything she got lighter. Another huge aspect to my summer was cheer camp, now let me tell you the shit you see in the movies is haha.. so fuckin true. it was held at uc davis and sacramento weather was torching fire steaming blazing fuckin hot, catch my drift? with that being said i left that place with the most darkest tan i never wanted! fuck im so fuckin dark now, but hey life goes on. when we arrived we were late, so as we were approaching the main field we seen hundreds of girls in there color coded outfits each in sections waiting to cheer and yell there asses off. i looked around and told myself, "damn this shit is going to be roughcityyy" everything was a competition how you look, how you chant, the level of spirit your team has to offer. Westmoor cheerleaders are noobs, we had a shitload of freshmens and sophmores looking so lost they looked like puppy dogs. we werent skilled we werent together and that kind of gave us a downfall in the beginning. first day consisted of learning UCA cheers and dances and this other shit i wanted to bullshit. 2nd day we stunted like our daddeys haha nahhh we had private classes on how to stunt the right and proper way because obviously we were doing the ghetto way hahah. learning how to do fancy tricks in the air with ur legs and arms and just doing all that goodshit cheerleaders know how to do. the food was alrightt.. basic american buffet every breakfast,lunch,and dinner. lights out by 10 and must be up by 7 to eat breakfast and down to the field by 8. the schedule was crucial, and all our bodies were sore from all the workout. it was girl world all out, girls mugged, girls envied other girls, girls this girls that but overall westmoor cheer bonded thruout it all and even know we sucked in one way or another we can all positviely say we had fun. life experience, but fuck never again. 4 days was enough being a cheerleader was never a carrer i wanted to pursue in life, yeah fucking right. school is finally here and being a senior sure does feel more empowered then the rest. classes are coo with chill people i never once even had quality conversations with my 3rd year being at westmoor. like i said, im not in a rush to leave highschool however im eager as fuck to start my life not posing as the fact that ur still in highschool. im ready for college, im ready to be grown, although all these words might hit me in the ass when its finally faced to me but whatever i just want to see my future in 5..10..15 years? so here i am on a saturday afternoon straight chillen in my sweats bummin out in front of my laptop and tv. and congrats babe to making a blog, shit's cool huh? vent all u want to it, and it'll never whine at you back (like how i do to you) haha. im hungry now.. asta lavista.

ps; i also went to the weezy concert!! shit was siccckkkkkkk hehe

WHY, JUST WHYYYYY.

i finally have inspiration to blog. for the past days,weeks, perhaps a fuckin month? ive basically been MIA to this, at times im just lazy as fuck and at other times i spend a whole 20 minutes thinking of the perfect title and end up with "uhhhhh...." in my mind. so fuck it, too much shit on my mind just let me blurt out a few things..oh you know.. just from the top of my head. first of all parents are gone to the philippines, sooo therefore my only support system is my older sister aka "heres food, ur set, im going out" seriously im trying my best to not be bad for her, how can I settle down to stay at home when she wont even be there herself? question,answer. EASY I DONT LIKE GOING HOME. realtalk, i miss my parents. i actually miss my moms call "anak where are u na? go home now" or my little sister..fuck she may be the biggest little shit but i miss her constant nagging "ATTEEEE" i hate eating fastfood everyday.. i despise pizza or anything that comes with fries. haha shit i need to learn how to cook filipino food or simply home cooked food. anyways i was recently part of a cotillion, which is the very first cotillion ive ever been in. i realized, since everybody is turning 18 this year in my batch there are going to be a shitload of events to attend to when ill still be the youngest and wont turn 18 till after highschool, aye aye fuck you alright? im not trippen im getting mines. haha im gona miss kim's court, having dinner at her house every night, and the drugged version of stephen! LMAO.

so lastnight..ahh.
thats basically all i got to say a big fuckin AHHHH. lets just say i lost a big part of my life however what happened, happened. no time to bitch about it, just handle everthing and 5 years from now me and my girls will be having dinner and one of us will be like "remember the summer before we were seniors when....blah blah happeend" oh and one more thing KARMAS A BITCH =) and being flat broke sucks to its all good my babydaddey got me.. ha ha ha

johntruong: my baby, my love, the one person that never lets me down. thanks boo for stickin there within all the struggles you see me through. i come home to you everyday and sleep in your bed feeling safe with no worries in the world. i cant express enough the way you make me feel nor can tell you how much love we've built together. i fell in love with the idea of falling in love, we both knew what rockbottom felt like.. been there done that type shit? and honestly i dont care much of it as long as you know im the real thing. i may have too much confidence in this relationship.. better having too much then none at all am i right or am i right. what im trying to say is that i love you ok? we'll get far.. trust.. were too young right now to know whats ahead of us. lets battle each day like its the last im tired of seeing good relationships gone bad. waste of time, life, and strength. ill be here whenever you need me, you know that. do what you do and keep me happy, thats all i ask.

im tired, drained, worn out all the feelings opposite from being happy. lifes being a hassle to me right now, i have to take care of so many things that i lost its rediculous. takin it one day at a time and enjoying whats left of summer. events that im looking forward to is cheer camp at uc davis 6-9 and the weezy-drake concert on the 15th or is it 16th or maybe 13th? all i know is that me and john have some crackin ass seats! haha so in conclusion im gona be back to blogging because it made me feel better thinking out loud instead of bottling up everything inside and running like a little bitch to my boyfriend and crying hahah. shiiiittttt. peace, love, and hello kitty.

TGIF

down there was some cute shit huh? you sweetheart you.

my miind is actually blank right now, so ummm mimimimimi BYE!

shimshimshim

be unexpected.

good morning RoseyD! you would have never thought..! im doin it! yeah the blogging thing. shes sleeping and im doing this. i thought i might as well get on this n fuck around =) aye babe, so ill tell ya now i called you to say goodnight and i love you but i couldnt really sleep. i had that 10 from earlyer and i decided to burn 1 right now and blog. i went out to the car n started to burn then i thought wait i should just call vic to just smoke him out. so i called him n we ended up burnin. it was quick , i wanted to be up cuz he was bout to eat then go inside. so yeah, im home now its 150am, i bet your like finally! haha

BITCH IM GOIN IN!!!!


1.RoseyD - (ProNoun) - Jerk. cute girl. sexy no mas el buttio. taco bell. jeri lee. omg. drama queen. OA. weed. blunts. waterbottle bongs. sexy kisses inbetween. fatty bowls. im gettin mines. period. Love.
2.Tucked - (Adjective) - what i am right now. a really great feeling. high. muchies. nomnomnom.
3.Blogging - ( is ) - the shit.

i love reading all your blogs. you write them secretly. u never tell me but, i like it. but man, today was one of those stubborn ass days! every little thing leads to a stupid little argument. and i admit it was all hella dumb. u know we have those butt days haha.. somtimes its hard to come back somtimes u just wanna keep going , its so hilarious i swear under it all i wanna laugh my ass off.hahahaa u know u do to. when ur mad its the cutest shit. its real sexy to cuz u show me how serious u can get. haha i love playing with u cuz u always lose!! haha yeah i said it. your a loser! u never win. u suck lalala im reginerrr im a blogger im so cool haha. jk baby.


my pictures wont work i dont know how to post em!! alot of my stuff i erased. doign this laterrrrrrrrr....

ive been stuck for a while. im just gonna KO. i love you ! muwku.

BABY, ITS COLD OUTSIDE

a full day of miscomunication and confusion. a shitload of "what the fucks's" "relaxx!!" "shutup shit" i guess it was just one of those tough days i had to surpass, correction we both had to surpasss. its hard when you along with your significant other is not on the same level on things. its hard to keep up a conversation without getting annoyed or having the tendency to raise your voice with no point intended. half the time your really mad, and the other half you just get under the other ones skin because its hella funny looking at them mad. orrr at other times ur really not mad at all, but they always think your mad?... yeah stupid boys haha! shit like that will drive a couple insane. im really not the type to be angry for such a long period of time. give me 5 minutes to cool it, then ill be good. i mean, is that too much to ask for? constant nagging constant questioning constant blah blah blah... snip it in the bud! no mas no mas PLEASE. were both tired of this, lets move on from the bullshit and never look behind. badabeem badaboom. im just tryna bring the good times back...

so am i the only person living that hasnt seen the mj memorial? i seen bits of it on the news everywhere and damn truely a sad and painful thing for people all around the world. RIP, thankyou for your beautiful voice.

despite today, depsite every struggle day. i love you. mad,sad,happy,pain,cold,warmth,high, or sober (haha) baby im here to stay. i dont care what we say to eachother, half the shit we do say is coming from our ass. i remember the first stages we started talking you were like "hey lets not get too comfortable.." SO HEY YOU, be coo, take a deep breath and just kiss me u fart hahah NO MAS EL BUTTIO. today was long a day, time for a hot shower, youtube, and zzZzz. toodles

FEAR ME NOT

after crying like a little bitch this morning due to my boyfriend man handling me (sorry chawls if you have to witness alla that cammotion on the daily basis) we finally made peace and went to the movies to watch ice age. movie was funny for about 10 minutes.. honestly i was more focused on eating my little luccas sandwich with maui onion god made chips and an assortment of hot cheetoe puffs and hot cheetoe collaberation with lime (his favorite) all the aminals was cute of course but i was sitting next to the cutest creature of the whole hakuna matata animal kingdom. hehe. after my date, went to cotillion practice. finally finished the waltz thank fuckin god. finished early, and walked home. i love living 5 houses down from kim, "hey bitch can i have 2 eggs i ran out" so ive been thinking... in a matter of a month of and a half im going to be attending westmoor as a senior. i hate when people say "cant wait to graduate.. cant wait to leave highschool" i ask.. why duude? its our time to shine this is the moment to cherish ur childhood. its not like your officially an adult when u leave highschool, yes ur legally to leave home and all that crap but i guess my point is im in no a rush to grow up. i will devour every moment of my last year in highschool, squash beef to whoever, and honestly just have fun and go with it. try to the best of my ability to not cut school and attend all classes with a smile on, ok who am i kidding I AINT THAT into school. let just say this, i wont be the first to dip during lunch just to go in and out... ill be the 2nd :) im excited, i really am. i cant wait to see my parents face as i pick up my diploma along with my family, sisters, john, and just everyone who will be there. i will be successful in life, i just know. its silly how i vision my whole life plan, who knows i can always just pursue an acting career in the philippines.. but neeh ill pass for now. im boring my brains out with this while my baby is fliriting with me over aim.

hurtmesoul24: what u blogging bout
hurtmesoul24: jerk penis head
perkee pink: yes exactly
perkee pink: im blogging about a jerk penis head
hurtmesoul24: HAHAHA MY NIGGA
hurtmesoul24: ill kill your toes
perkee pink: yeah killing my toes will definately benefit you in life
hurtmesoul24: shutup ima whoop dat ass

so i urbandictionary.com it and this got me to lol.
THE RISKY JERK : the risky jerk is a dangerous and ballsy move. you must stand next to your parents bed while they are sleeping, and masterbate. you must complete all the way till the release. the riskyness is doing next to the head of your sleeping parents, they could wake at any moment.

wtf, thats fuckin scandelous and gross. excuse me for my language but WHAT THE FUCKIN FUCK. whatever, im gona eat some watermelon and sleep. im disturbed now hahaha peace out beeznuts.

ACTUALLY I CAN

im a jerk, i know. i give you the most fuckin hardest time, trusst i hella know. i make you want to punch walls and scream from the top of your teeth cus ur pissed off, sure. HOWEVER im your girlfriend, i will always understand you, i am the one that loves you from head to the fuckin toe... nail. your my everything, and i am yours. your hungry, im hungry. im mad, your mad. i love you, your loving me. one word : uncomfortable. whole day, whole thing in my mind. "what are they talking about?" "where did they go, who and why did you see" am i crazy? its a girl's intuition, idk maybe its just me but i felt something wrong in my gut. i really dont know, i really dont wana know. a mind can run its own track ... mines reached the finish line, twas not happy. fuck am i fuckin making sense, or am i fuckin trippen my balls off. this is bad real bad michael jackson.. ugh fuck this urks me, as a matter of fact YOU URK ME. i would kill every hurt emotion for you, i would ride bikes all day with you, i can kickit all day with a smile on my face. baby, not this time. i feel stupid, maybe this is stupid. maybe the worlds stupid? i hate this, i always hate this part. ok back to pizza, bye.

HMM

no, not now, not never.

WOOPS, WAS THAT ME?

i cant do this, im tired man.

YOUR GIRLFRIEND CAN COME TO

its been all about trey songz this week. your girlfriend can come to, ego remix, and all the other ones i put on repeat but dont know the title to. and the whole bringing the laptop in the car thing is becoming a habit.. mm bad boy ha! anyways today was some fun in the sun =) woke up, showered, ate brunch, and went back to sanjose for john to pick up some fireworks at his bro's crib. we lagged a whole 3 fuckin hours, because mr.pretty boy over here is sucha puss he can never get ready on time (i love you honey, i know your talkin hella shit right now) smoked a chop out in the hammick and went to santana row. the stories began when this indian fool flicked us off for this parking spot, john was about to smack on they candy asses! its that vietnamese temper... tsk tsk then as we were walking to find pasta pamodoro i hella caught this one nigga checkin my baby out! my jaw dropped and laughed in his face. lunch was delicious chicken alfredo and parmsiano la la la with round 2 of bread and pesto. pink berry right after with almonds,chocolate chip, and strawberries as toppings. the almonds killed, wtf was i thinking.. cruised around the villa always passing this fine ass broad trying to sell us this blanket slash dress of some sort? iono man.. she was fine and had an accent. john popped a boner lmao! after a hearty lunch we went on a hunt around downtown sanjose for some trees. its not that easy as we expected it to be, and what did we end up with? absolutely no es dro-io. made up for it back in the homegrounds. since my excuse for going out daily is work, i had to make a quick stop to tacobell to get tacos for my mom -_-overall it was a good day. $246 dollar paycheck gone in 3 days, all gravy in the navy. just as long as everyone is happy aint no thang but a chickenwang. like i said i run this bitch. and yes your girlfriend can come to...

IDK, WHATEVER, SHUTUP

so.. i didnt blog lastnight because the laptop went mia. then it magically appeared in front of my doorstep this morning, thanks santa clause for not jackin my shit. the night before was the most shittiest experiences in my life. i broke hella bread just to host my girls at my own god damn house, then ended up with a bitch of a headache half buzzed half high half pissed the fuck off. im not gona complain bout whatever that night, but i will say that i will not put my own time and effort for a recipe to disaster. annnywaaayssss.. yesterday was a good day with the Truong brothers. me,babe,chawls drove off to sanjose to visit kevin at his sanjose home. i swear, i can live in that area. the weather is perfect, neighborhood is fuckin chill, and the porch is so the place to just lay back and kickit. i would smoke blunts all day at the porch. we all ate lunch (steak and garlic mashed potatoes) even had a little cooking 101 from kev bout making of the mashed potatoes in the kitchen because john and i sure did need the advice. after luncheon me and john went to ride bikes around the neighborhood and even bought popcicles at the corner store. visited the very same bench he asked me out in front of academy of blah blah blah, oh yes we had a moment farsure.. haha. played catch with the football and headed home around 5ish.. it was so funny on the ride back. we played games like "who ever spots the first mini coop wins" or "stare thru ur window to people passing by" LMAO. played music and next thing you know it hello ugly ass dalycity and your retarded ass weather.

today: woke up at 11 while he woke up at 330. god damn. lazy mofo alright i dont blame him we went to sleep like at 5am, lastnight was one of those good highs. burned a chop and hella analyzed music in the car. we were laughing at funny ass youtubes and nicki minaj.. shes tight your not. nights like that i hella cherish. i admit i can be that snobby ass girlfriend towards him, but most of the time were just two niggas chillen out. were eachothers bestfriends, i value that to its extent. cooked bacon and hash browns and just kicked it on the couch till i had to go church. summer is good, my stomache is way way bad. situps pronto! im eating steak, my keyboard is getting hella oily. bye fuckers

FUCK ALL YALL

hearts broken, bye.

IM LYIN, YOUR FINE

my little 12 year old sister teaches me how to play the uke, every now and then. as much as the fucker gets under my skin, the little nigga got skills. as for me im getting there ok? my day was fuckin dreadful all i did was sleep. it wouldve been ok if i was tired, but the thing is... i wasnt tired. so what do we call people like that? lazy ass mothafuckas who just wasted a full day doing didly squat! ok i lied, i did laundry with my older sister.. a whole shitload i might add. i pity my dad for being the only man in the house. he has a scrawny little pile in the corner while me and my other sisters have bags full of clothes.. where does it all come from? that i dont know, but i aint complainin clothes would probably have to be 4th in place to the love of my life. top 3 remains confidential hardy har har. after a loooong 3 hour and a half at westlake laundry mat, finally went home on the same bed where my ass was on the whole damn day. at least john had fun in sanjose getting fat with his other bro eating sushi and all the other shit he's been texting me. god, today sucked more ass then finals week. ew, i mentioned school. fuck my us history for failing me, thanks to her i will be spending one semester with juniors who will be trying to impress me for half the year. im looking forward for tmro, payday baby. time to spoil my love and there goes another reason to get fat, BUY FOOD. aint no thang but a chickenwang! so my sister and cousin come in my room screaming "were hungry were hungry!!" do i fuckin look like iron chef to you. "can u cook us something please?!?!?!" how about no. "ate, please were dyingggg" oh yeah? "sheeesh ate ur so mean!" tell it to the judge "what judgeee?!" tell me im beautiful first "YOUR SO PRETTTY !!!" score.

JERK, YOU HAVE NO IDEA

i hate being mad, i hate lookin like something is stuck up my anal, i hate being the inner bitch that i am. today was one of those "what the fuck you lookin at" days. where i alllways have something to talk back on or will remark on a topic where its uncalled for. well all have those moody days, yea? (sorry baby if your reading this you know your princess doesnt mean half the things she says and does when she doesnt feel good) i woke up bright and early for church, i was denying to myself i felt hungover. i had bigger and badder hangovers in the past so knowing what rockbottom felt, i was on top of the world this morning. during church, good. first hour of work, ok. 2nd hour, fuck. not knowing if i was hungry but i hated that feeling that put me in the most shittiest mood. i hope no customers thought i was being a bitch, comparing to my normal bubbly days. i swear, my staff loves me.. everytime i come to work i announce that the most cutest tacobell worker has arrived making sure everyone smiles. what can i say... its a gift man! haha anyways i love sundays cus around 4 it gets super slow the whole place is dead and im just in the office choppin it up with my cool ass managers or amanda and gj eating or just kickin it. like i said.. easy money. psssh. good visit from john and charles, why does these brothers like baja blast so much? it smells like bathroom piss! the taste is alright..... mountain dew thats blue, yum? i love texting behind my cash register it pisses the customers off =) oh and giving gum to all my coworkers.. we all look so professional NOOOTTTT. grimey ass fuck, oh well. after work went home and showered and hung out with my boyfriend for a good 2 hours watching the bet awards. we argued the whole day :( adding on to my not so fresh of a mood. past it tho, not much of a fan of butting heads when unecessary. for the most part at least. so im home watching MANswers cus i have dumbass direct tv which is ahead 3 hours to normal cable? still dont get how that works and in the living room is a bunch of my aunties and uncles gambling playing mahjong and pusoy. my moms a boss, stealin everyones money like the hustla she is. im tired, falling asleep, and seriously boring my self out by thinking to hard what to type next.
BLAH, you stink go away bye.

HI, AND YOU ARE?

i would like to declare right now, im way too cute for my job. no never cocky, simply stating facts but you know what i really dont care cus i get to work with friends, make easy money, and eat mothafuckin chalupas all day everryydaaay. yo quero' tacobell bitches!! i find it funny how some of my coworkers talk hellla fuckin smack in spanish but it sounds so beautiful you hella forget there talkin shit. to them the pronounce my name like re-hi-na, i even got a rosalinda, samantha, even a selena! -_- no bitch its regina, RE-GEE-NUH. so today i worked a pussy ass shift from 12-4 it was slow ass fuck which was quite odd for a saturday. i got the normal usuals, and even this bitch that paid with all one dollar bills and quarters, cmon man! dont got all day here! leave your stripper money at home will ya and show me the big bucks. so.. i hate picky ass customers.. no foreals i remember this one order vividly a bean buritoe with no onions substitute green sauce light on the red sauce a mexican pizza no cheese extra tomatoes and a medium half rasberry icetea and half sierra mist drink. oh yea she came back and ordered cinnamon twists with a 5 minute request to put it in our oven so it can be "hot". GOD FUCKIN DAMN. i wanted to shove a fuckin taco up her ass for holding up the line soo bad and i even got in trouble for being "slow" everytime i see that lady come i pretend to do something else just to avoid that order hehe :) ooo that sexy mac girl came today tho, she looks like jerri lee dead on bro! i always give her a free fruitista hehe again :) haha! anyways after work my sister picked me up and i waited a long hour and 15 minutes in the dentist waiting room watching stupid night in the museum or whatever that movie is called. after picked up my beautiful mother at balboa bart went home went to a 25 minute long church meeting, (yes i go to church nigga) after went to ling nam to eat with ate shiela then finally home! weeeee! so my ate felicia just called who is like my second mom to me and hella randomnly just happens to be in the city and wants to hangout for a while. so... rushing to get off get ready and uhhh BYE! oh ya 3 of my favorite things hot cheetoe PUFFS, i wont eat it if it aint puffs kind... my sk3 and yes those are some crucial battle bandaids it has there on the left side... and oh ya FEET =] i have a big ass foot fetish, ask why? i dont know why and no fucker i aint weird me like toooesss mmmm! toodles!

ITS NOT YOU, ITS ME

why is it you can always make me laugh when im mad as fuck, why can you distinguish my different faces and the emotion behind each and every one of them, why does everythin seem so fuckin great when im with you. flashback to where we first met, noone really knows the story and GOOD that nobody knows shit it gets fuckin complicated truuusst. mmhm i huuurd that. haha (i know your laughing jerk, and now that you found my blog i cant talk shit about you) i still find it amazing that your not only mines but duude you's a nigga fasho. we tell eachother secrets, get zooted, kick back and chill, i got cho back you got mines. the bestfriend i never wanted :) but what i can recall is our very first 'kickit' you can say. i snuck out that night and i hella remember your first call to me. "mm hi i think im lost or i might be going the right way..ect" in my mind "omg omg omg ur so cute omg omg" hahahahah. i got in the car and looked at that big ass smile. my nigga was staring fo days (dont lie you know you were!) right there and then we just started conversating makin jokes and the nervousness went away. he wasnt a cheap date either we ate in and out after our first smoke out PLUS A MILKSHAKE haha most def tryna impress me. it was something bout you that i wanted more of, i loved being around you, i enjoyed your presence pointblank i didnt wana let you go under my wing. at that time i couldnt really clarify if you were tryna holla or simply down to meet a new friend, but if you flirted and dead on stare at new friends all the time WE GOT SOME TROUBLE MR. haha. we just basically took it from there.. surprise visits at work.. casual dates.. simply enjoying what each one has to offer. ok im not gona try and get too corny up in this bitch but let me break it down for you. thankyou john, thankyou for defining happiness into my world. if i was to say you showed me the true meaning of love, call me a fool cus i cant claim that. due to the fact that every thing in life shows me love my parents, my annoying ass sisters, family, weed, friends, seeing other people love drives me to fall in love over and over again. one thing i can aknowledge is that your down to love me when at times i cant even love myself. everybody fucks up, nobody is perfect (if you think your perfect slap yourself NOW... no not later.. NOW bitch NOW!) i admit, i tend to be a handful. i wouldnt wana deal with moody little ms.attitude either. i can be a straight up bitch, yes yes i know! always remember who cleans your room and brings you tacobell, yea nigga shutup. i hella remember our whole "keepin it on the low" phase. that didnt last... and good.. time to show the world your under ReginaDayrit's hands mwahahah "FUCK THE PRESS" right? you're quite something else... you got the best of me. im a sucka, im whipped, yaaaah i said it! ill shout it to! (no... i actually wont) ha its always been a given to take care of you. Regina, RoseyD, Reginerr, all of me. you ready? like you said and i quote "you in all ways,shape,and form kill the brackets in my charts" i aint going nowhere me and you baby just me and you on this one. what can i say, welcome to the goodlife? now lets give them something juicy to talk about.....

i love you Johntruong,

Regina Dayrit

MEGAN, MARRY ME.

let me start off by mentioning how megan fox is one hot peice of ass! shes fuckin hot, ill have her babies anyday. hahah thruout the whole transformers movie she had lipgloss on, or perhaps there just naturally shiny? if thats the case, dammmmn mama. second, happy one month of being "girlfriend and boyfriend" official to me and john adding on to the 6-7 months of being us and third we got high ARIBA ARIBA! haha. smokin in the century garage parkin lot isnt sketch at all, never fails. a blunt to the face each and when it hit half we traded, hey now sharing is caring (and shh between me and you, i put more bars rollin the bitch then he did) not to mention on how he surprised me with a chop right at 12 lastnight. ok.. i give the homie props for pullin that one off.. yea yea yea you sweetball you. and thankyou for cooking me steak as well, iron chef jt wuuuusuuup. my eyes still felt low at church with the posession of weed inside my bag next to my mom -_- went to pacific super after i hate how the mexican niggas in the fish section always fuckin stare. went home and grubbed and now im all fat and stuffed and getting lazy to blog........ ok bye you're ugly.

PLEASE, THANKYOU

so.. this is new? i never found myself as the blogging type, actually i did attempt once w. tumblr and i still never understood why i never came back to that account. First and last post was a picture of me rollin a blunt, i know.. anyways im gona try not to bore my brains out with this and for those who will/do read my shit please excuse my fob ass grammer and i do tend to cuss a lot, fuckity fucking fuck :) my idea for makin this was from charles truong (yes brutha i read your blogs, you're actually pretty funny.. duude GET LAID) hehe. Charles is my boyfriends brother, and oh oh yeah! he is single ladies, come holla. for those who are wondering who is ReginaDayrit's boyfriend his name is JohnTruong (yeah i know right?) its funny how i come across people and hella pretend not to know hes my boy. "oh so who do you go out with now?" or or "yeah ive heared of jt... so and so's ex..football player" kiss my ass. as much as he claims he's not popular, deep down he knows he got it like that. and every other girl wants to suck his.... nose =) be nice reginerr.. anyways! a little 411 about the princess herself. first and foremost i miss san francisco. i grew up in the mission district, took muni bus almost everyday, and loved seeing all the black people on alemany and geneva haha. i lived on silver and mission, and ide pay big money just to rewind my life and endure all the memories. I went to james denman middleschool ( idk why im telling you) but thats right behind balboa high, but no i did not go bal instead i went to another ghetto jail lookin school named philip o sala burton. attended freshmen year there, and boy let me tell you aint nothin compared to these dalycity schools. flashback to where i used to break down weed in class where the teachers was so used to the smell they barely even noticed, ahah and where everybody would smoke stogs at lunch, and there would be a fight in the hallways almost everyday. honestly, it was exciting but i admit i was scared on getting my ass beat to any of the racket ass black girls. haha. there i met my 2 alliance janelle leon and jennifer abecilla. my girls forever, yup i said it FOEVUHHH. just when i thought my life was settled and enjoying highschool, heared the breakin news that we were moving into another house. and what sucked the most it was in fucking PACIFICA. at the moment in time i was like wtf is a pacifica? my address is still in dalycity but the beach is literally down the street, i mean.. i guess.. then knowing it was such a further place from school i realized i had to transfer schools as well. my mom said westmoor, and again i was like wtf is a westmoor?! haha nah i lied, i knew all these dc schools but fuuuuuck i didnt really want to go to any of them. i remembered i even tried bargaining with my parents to let me stay at burton haha to think of it taking 4 buses to school everyday wouldnt have been that bad :) siiiiike. overall i survived my first year at westmoor as a sophmore, met new friends, met new bitches, met new everything. and now im patiently awaiting for senior year then asta lavista mothafucka UCSF HERE I COME! nah.. i wish hahaha next best thing CSM with my ugly ass boyfriend =P dalycity is not that bad. its foggy most of the time/ all the girls dress the same/ everybody knows of eachother/ and almost forgot seramonte. yeah you're right IT SUCKS. so enough of my transformation to citygirl to dc girl, ha whatever f you.

today i woke up to the sun. im always happy waking up and knowing it'll be a beautiful day, however what sucks the most, a few hours later or the very next day the beauty vanishes like COMPLETELY.. its like having sex but never getting to jizz (LMAO). quite the teaser, i tell you dalycity weather is unpredictable yahoo.com/weather is a big fat liar. john picked me up, took a shower (cus ever since i met him i barely take showers at my house anymore), watched a little tv, did a little tv (spare you the juicy details) ;), got ready and drove to csm so he can return his track uniform and see his grades. just as we parked in a handicap fuckin parking with a handicap fucking 07 sign he totally forgot his uniform -_- he was pissed, but i laughed in his face. toughlove baby toughlovvvve. after a long debate on what we were hungry for we ended up eating panda express at hillsdale mall haha. hey i wasnt complainin, you can never go wrong with orange chicken. before we ate, we dropped by where his mom works at and hella pulled a quick driveby and he yelled "HI MOM" thru my fuckin window. what was even funnier he turned around and drove by again and said "HEY MOMM I LOOOVE YOU" and she wasnt even looking haha better luck next time my sweet thang. after lunch we drove back home so he can apply online to bestbuy while i watched half baked. funny movie, too bad i wasnt high. that shit wouldve been hilarious. scratch that, everything is funny when high, even the thought of being high is funny. god, being sober for almost a week is fuckin crucial. nah, i lied. its good that i havent smoked all week it cut down half the amount on my food supply. like i said on my twitter my gut is the ultimate proof now, smoking got me fat offffttttoooppp. its fine tho, john likes a little gusha fo the pusha. hahaha so after the soap opera scene between me and this fucker. all is well at the end and forgive and forget. as much as i hate being mad, knowing that the person was sorry makes it all worth the while as the end result. i cant tolerate the idea of lying, just keep it real all i ask. so in conclusion my day was good, a little huss and fuss here and there but hey all the sex made up for it. fiiiirssst bloooogggg fuuccck yaaaaa maaan! gimme fiivee!