shameless moment
Yup, that's me. Fourth from the top. And I'm shamelessly posting how Asian I truly am and how I play games on orisinal.com because they're so darn cute. The name says "Tifflovekarl" because she love Karl long time. But really, there's something addicting about stacking pigs on top of each other and watching them bounce around on bubbles. Did I mention I should be working on my paper and studying for exams?
I have to wake up "early" tomorrow to play violin for two couples getting married in July and October. I haven't touched my violin (whose name is Sinclair, don't ask) for a really long time, and I don't think we're on speaking terms anymore.
Hey! Why don't I Asian-fy my blog for a while? You know, take a bunch of pictures with my eyes bugging out...lighten them till you can't see any discernable facial features, then put a cheezy quote under it like "Dreams will happen, follow the stars." Your mouse will miraculously turn into a pink magic wand with stars trailing after it, and the entire window will glow. After the J-pop music suddenly scares the shit out of you, a unicorn will pop out of your screen and carry you away to a world of rainbows and Lisa Frank and bubble tea. (But seriously, you know the pictures I'm talking about, right? The ones that make barf-ugly people only spit-up-in-your-mouth-a-little-ugly? The ones where it's impossible to tell if you have a nose?)
I honestly want to get some classy pictures taken, like, 1930's Vogue style. And tasteful half-nudes. Black and white preferably. Sienna Miller had a few nice ones taken in preparation for a new movie. Vogue ones, not half-nudes. I'm always so awkward in pictures, either smiling too broad and showing my gums, or trying a half-smile and just wind up glaring instead. I had a phase when I would always have my body or head crooked because it was just too weird to stand up straight for a picture. And I really don't know what my "good" or "bad" sides are. Then there were the pictures back when I went through a red lipstick and pale makeup stage (disaster, pure disaster). That was also around the same time as wearing black to look cool and skinny phase. But I have to say, the worst phase I've ever gone through would have to be the velvet and velour stage...compliments of NY&Co and my attempt to dress like a 40 yr. old at 14.
And yes, I am also guilty of the overly-airbrushed pictures that I posted on my xanga in high school. It kills me to admit it now, but it's just something I'll have to live with.
posted by Tiffany @ 12:21 AM
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