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..while I may be a happy-go-lucky person at times, I am a big dreamer. I love Japanese things, especially the Gothic and Punk stuff..and Ayumi Hamasaki. I also love Anna Sui-ish graphic art. I enjoy singing, composing, drawing, doodling, surfing the net, watching TV, reading, designing clothes, and sleeping. I try my best not to judge people, but I do have the tendency to be snobbish or stupid at times, but I'm not perfect - nor is anyone else. I believe that all people are born with talent, and that everyone is unique. And if you have a problem with that, then get out.
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Saturday, October 11, 2008 swoosh.

Today was..great?

We(me, papa, and Shoty) went to Chinatown, and..as expected, I saw lots of fake Prada/Gucci/whoever bags in there, and some exotic food (ehem..DUCK?! eugh.) as well.
It was raining like hell! We were supposed to meet Jay at this hostel - there were lots of foreigners there, and the receptionist was a Filipina.

Anyway. So..Jay introduced us to his friends there. I was a bit scared - they were mostly siga, drinkers, and smokers. And the place wasn't so properly lighted, so it was a bit dark. So, I was trying to act as boyish as possible(who knows what those perverts were thinking), and..we spoke to this Filipina and I found out her sad story: she was supposed to be a maid, but her "boss" wouldn't pay her..so she demanded for her money. and guess what? her "boss" reported her to the police for "stealing". and she had to face jail - metal bars and all. Now, she's a..pr----tute. I felt a bit sorry for her. But I admire her for standing strong, even if it means landing a dirty job..she has to make a living, after all.

On the way back, we crossed this overpass. On one end, there was a man - he looked like he was knocked out(more like sleeping, actually) - but he was holding a cup with a few coins. I felt sorry for him, and gave him my prunes snack pack. On the other end, there was another homeless dude - and he was awake, he was really begging and crying. I didn't have any more food with me, and the general rule is to NEVER GIVE THEM MONEY(since they'll most likely be using them for drugs). I wasn't able to give him anything. What was I supposed to do? But I can't take his face off my mind. I really wish I could do something. The best thing I can do is to PRAY for him. (You too.)

Oh, and save the frogs. Darn, what's the point of teaching us to dissect them if we can do it with computer programs and stuff? It is SO BARBARIC, people. Ugh. And fur clothing - WTF?!

I wouldn't be surprised if God decided to end the world tomorrow.

I know I sound depressed. I am. Because this world sucks. We, the people, suck.

Yuki