monmon

ate mcdonald’s cause there wasn’t a real meal prepared.

spent a while making lumpia even though we could have easily made the next day.

although this new year’s eve kind of sucked, at least i’m still with my family, so S’ALLLLLLLL GOOD.

thank you Lord, for a year full of wonderful changes!

that is a gif of me and my birthday cake. more on that later.

my birthday is actually on the 3rd, but we ended up celebrating today because one of my sisters goes back to seattle today, my brother goes back to college on my birthday, and yada. 

every year my siblings like to trick me. this year, they brought out two pieces of ice cream mochi on a plate with the candle numbers 1, 2, and 5, because 

1) i got one piece last year

2) they didn’t have the 7 to make 17

eventually they brought out a pile of strawberry ice cream mochi, but they added this freak-of-nature lotus candle thing to the top. upon lighting the center, it opened up and shot out this terrifying ray of fire. that face i’m making is authentic. after the fire was gone, a crappy midi version of happy birthday slowly played and it wouldn’t stop until my sister broke the damn thing apart. it was the work of the devil i tell you. i expected the resurrection stone to be in there.

then i got a bunch of presents, including a harmonica, and some oxfords. my oldest sister placed the oxfords in a forever lazy box (that snuggie thing) and had staged a conversation a few hours prior where my other sister let slip that she bought one. smart.

overall, it was a fun and interesting birthday, and i am going to annoy the crap out of everyone with my harmonica when i’m not already doing so with my kendama.

love is supposed to be a free, nonconforming, nondescript sort of entity but tumblr managed to capture the surface of its essence, stick it in a jar, and write “LOVE” (preferably in franklin bold or arial black) on it in sharpie.

what i hate is how shallow 90% of the pictures i see portray it. so you got dat cool hypebeast dude, with his stupid jordans and oversized crewneck, and that girl with the caked face and the snapback and matching kicks, when, let’s be honest, she doesn’t actually wear that sort of stuff. 

and what are they doing? maybe that guy is totally just sitting on her back, playing xbox (and usually his controller is off). or maybe they’re sitting on a bench. i don’t know. it’s stupid. those kinds of posts are what turn me off to the idea of being in love as a teenager. it’s inconceivable. 

but why does the existence of such pictures upset me so much? i can just do what i usually do: scroll down and roll my eyes in disgust. why am i concerned? because it’s creating even more problems for my generation. those who weren’t interested in relationships suddenly want one, if not to just do shallow things like IDON’TKNOW, take high-definition pictures to put on tumblr. or perhaps it’s those in relationships that pressure others. for all you know, those pictures and stories and recounts could be lies or much deeper than they appear on the surface. those weird kids playing video games, maybe they’re actually cousins who were posing that way for the photo. the couple on the bench, maybe the entirety of their relationship was based on lust and vanity and they broke up soon after. who knows?

what i’m saying is, please please please, fall in love with someone because you love them, you love what they do, you love who they are. please don’t do so because you’re in love with the idea of love, and just entertaining your own personal and selfish needs. and please, don’t let tumblr fool you into thinking that love can be as perfect as its pictures. there are consequences.

i guess it’s asking a bit much to know what food your kid does and doesn’t like, but to assume something i’ve always made a point of hating is my favorite food ever is kind of.. questionable.

some sports fans and their irritating facebook statuses make me want to take a really long nap.

i’m still a noob and i know that’s quite noob, but WHATEVER.

i hung ma painting in the back. :)