My friends and I are off to the beach!

So yeah, I am not the type of person who celebrates the “holiday”, but  I will meet you guys halfway.
Here is Bruh, my bear saying “I love you” in Chinese.  My way of posting something for both the cynics and the believers.

Since the 14th marks the Chinese New Year as well haha.

<3 Jods

And so it goes. The first month of 2010 went by in a snap. I feel like I haven’t even gotten my head around the fact that it’s a whole new decade (Also, I keep writing 2009 on notes and other forms) and it’s February. (How do I know that it’s February? Why by the abundance of hearts and roses around every establishment of course. Bleagh.)

Feels weird. It feels new.  I feel crazier. I feel angrier. Braver. And I’m the happiest I’ve been in since I can remember.  It’s a whole new me (Cue Aladdin music) and I’m amazed that it took a change of date, determination to make this year better than the last, and probably other people’s perspective weighing in to make this change happen.

I’m probably bigger than I was a month ago, but I’ve stopped caring about trying to fit in the whole ideal and now, I’m exercising for my health. (Well, does once count? If I was wheezing through a round at UP? I’m going back I promise and not just to go to Mang Larry)

I have plans now if you can believe it. I can’t. This person who always flies by the seat of their pants, now has lists of what she needs to accomplish, what she wants done. And is determined to cross off everything on there. I’m the girl with the plan now and I’m sure that I’ll get all those things crossed off by December.

January, you’re a 10.

Drugs don’t have anything on the madness that is falling in love. It burns it chills it inflames. It is addictive, obsessive, consuming to the very last atom of your soul.

It drives people to hate to kill. It brings you to tears, to laughter, gives you a reason to live, it makes you want to die.

It is my worst addiction.

It drives me to change, to transform into what I think my love will like. It also makes me want to be my own person, the most stubborn individual on a lost point, fighting to the bitter end to keep what I think is my true self.

It makes me want to make dreams come true. Gives me the drive to bring them what they never thought possible to obtain. It also makes me complacent in the fact that there is no material thing that’d make up for being there.

I’ve yet to find a balance that is for this world, this plane, this dimension, would deem normal/allright/sane. This extremity of feeling and the actions that go along with it, borders on mental. It’d be like carrying on with a gorilla being fed with processed sugar. There is no middle. Way up high, or found down low.

It scares me to hell that I’m this way.

At the same time I can’t wait to crash and burn.

The UP Carillon when they used to light it up. I’ve never heard the bells tolling and now they don’t light it up anymore (or they do I just haven’t seen it lately).

Now all we need is a lighthouse to show us the way home.

Hi I’m Jody and I’ve been waking up with a hangover for the past weekend. No accidents, no hydralisk moves, but headaches and that general feeling of ickiness.

Not that the inumans weren’t worth the headaches, they are, but I am not one to drink to the point of tipsy and definitely not someone who’ll drink until they get sick. I go to these things for the conversation, sometimes the food, and if  there’s videoke, I’m there like underwear.

Though this girl will stay alcohol free for a while.

I’m game for night outs, but leave me to my coke okay? 😀

This is the word on top of my computer right now.

It’s the cheese but hey, it can’t hurt to get that vibe right?

The ring I threw in, coz it reminds me of that feeling when I wear it. 🙂

2010 is our year.

I’ve a problem with people wasting my time.

There are moments when I’m stuck somewhere and people keep arguing about the same things over and over again, that I’m tempted to stab myself with a pen just so they can stop wasting my time and find something new to talk about.

I’m sorry, my inner world is interfering with the real one. My imagination gets so that I find myself imagining things to the point that I’m almost doing them. Things that people shouldn’t do in a society where people are educated, moral, and have brains bigger than the size of peas.

I need to walk I need to breathe I need, to care less.

Yes I’m happy.

These are three of the people that prop me up when I’m down, take the bull that life serves me and shove it away.

Everyone should have a tripod.

And the other friends, don’t worry, you’re important too! I’m just looking for the perfect picture to post.

🙂

That is what I felt after a few weeks of tension, of stress.
See this girl has a problem with stage fright.
But this girl likes it, loves it, feels incredible when the guitars, drums, vocals come together.
Music is one of the loves of this girl’s life.
And last December 12,2009 she participated in it a bit.

Hi, I’m Jody and I’m a Liar. 🙂

And I’ll tell you mine.

Privacy’s been on my mind. Yes this person who tells the world all that goes on in her life, is feeling a little violated. Privacy is a big issue, people make a living off invading it and telling the world. People kill for it, steal, lie to know how to get in all you don’t want them to know.

But hey, I am pretty easy to get to know. Read several pages of the blog, you’d have an idea of my basic personality. Ask me a question, i’d probably even overshare. (Like the fact that I have a tiny bladder, hey hey) I start up random conversations with people i hardly know. I am quiet until you approach me and then, like a dam there won’t be stopping the information gateway.

So I don’t get the reading over the shoulder stuff. Texts, instant messages, browser windows. Just ask. I’ll share when I’m ready. If you’re a friend I probably will tell you myself. With gory details. That’s just the girl I am.

But please ask. Coz the looking over the shoulder, checking what I’m saying feels like I’m on Big Brother. And I’m not the type of person who likes to be watched.