godd*** you half japanese girls tiny emo boys

rob (1:54:27 PM): i've been browsing through the AE collection
rob (1:54:34 PM): and i actually don't hate what they have
rob (1:54:45 PM): but i think the problem is when i go to the stores they never have anything my size
rob (1:55:08 PM): like i'll read the tag and it'll say Size: M****** ***
me (1:58:36 PM): yes
me (1:58:37 PM): hahahahah
me (1:58:40 PM): size: emo boy
me (1:58:41 PM): hahaha
me (1:58:48 PM): not that he is emo but you know. they are TINY

christmassss: musings on this day

so, the good thing about this year was that i pretty much already bought all the things i want.. which actually means that i am teetering/on-the-verge-of wreaking havok on my proverbial wallet (checking account would be a better one, but it doesn't sound good. proverbial checking account? wtf.?). but who cares. i get points for spending on my cc.

however, i am so over the crowded malls and the crazies doing last minute shopping. people. i hate you. get some TIME MANAGEMENT!!

however, if i may mention, i didn't get a stuffed animal penguin... any takers?

over and out.

perfect posture but you're barely scraping by

listening to dc's mtv unplugged in the car today seems to have had the effect of making me a bit more emo than usual.

i must be having some serious abandonment issues, cos the other night, i nightmared that nicole richie (who was my then-best friend.. don't ask) ditched me after she ditched her ex-fiance djAM. i vaguely recall having a weird dream like two weeks ago that involved paris being my best friend also.

why is it that i get celebutantes guest-starring in my dreams? it's really annoying. i can't dream about seth cohen? like, there is no proper dialogue either.

this s*** is bananas. or maybe i need to stop reading so much celebrity gossip.

i liked you a whole lot better before you became a myspace...

okay, okay, i know. enough with the fall out boy references.

the funniest profile name i saw on myspace yesterday-- "why is everyone at the disco?"

haven't you heard that i'm the new cancer/ never looked better, and you can't stand it

i saw how they grow cancer cells yesterday.. in these plastic bottles, and it's orangey liquid because of the cow serum (we will not discuss details of that. gross).

mandy (2:00:23 AM): i would like
mandy (2:00:30 AM): point and swear at it for a while or something.
mandy (2:00:36 AM): GOD D**** YOU, LEUKEMIA!! >:o

i even stared inside the bottles for awhile, almost expecting some life-size leukemia cancer cell to come jumping out at me and start stabbing me with something sharp. though nothing of that sort happened.. i did wonder if you ingested that stuff, could you get cancer? the answer: the second you ingested it, your body's immune system would kill the cells, because your body recognizes that they aren't yours. which is why cancer is not contagious. this is the oversimplified explanation.

thank you for listening.

pink is the new blog and trent is my new hero

if i were hot, male, totally bloggerifically brilliant and witty, i would be trent from pinkisthenewblog.com. and i would be DJing at joseph's tonight. after jimmy eat world.

flyer won't upload very nicely, so it's here.

leave my skeptic side

japan is so funny. apparently, kuromi is the "evil" version of my melody. i bought two of these (one for sis, one for myself) based on our personalities. i'm the far left (sort of evil/conniving-- the one i bought).. sometimes the far right (pissed off-- the one i did not buy; in retrospect i should've just spent the danged yen and bought it). the happy-go-lucky middle one is my sister.

i would've taken pictures of my emo face alongside the real ones but my sister didn't really want to comply.. it'll happen someday soon.

i'm all j.e.w.-ed out.. tomorrow!

what's the worst you take from every heart you break

all play and no work makes mao a very productive blogger.

i'm always torn between my favorite though. gerard? mikey? frankie? uh. yea.

i'm the queen of apologies

last night's party- photos of the sounds in NY.

umm yea if you clicky around the rest of the site, just to warn you, some of it ranges from semi-NSFW to very NSFW (ie. boobs). now all my guy friends are going to the site. you're welcome.

also, my lil bro rob rules so hard he will rock your face off.
purevolume. myspace.

all right, mr. demille, i'm ready for my close-up

i was in the bathroom of st. nick's with kirsten "kiki" dunst.
in related news, jake gyllenhaal has the most adorable freakin puggle ever. EVER. (source: justjared.com)
(i wouldn't mind being that dog)

name the movie that my blog title is from and i'll give you a sticker. but no lancome juicy tubes lip gloss, b/c that's mine.

back to california

it's a funny concept now that i think about it, not having real family over in the states. i never gave it much thought because i always considered it "normal" that i didn't have relatives here to turn to or to spend the holidays with.. or to visit on weekends and on vacation. i guess you can't "miss" what you didn't know you didn't have.

visiting japan with my dad and being with my auntie, uncle, and cousins + their kids, made me realize how lucky people are to even have a few relatives/family where they are. they get to take family trips to see each other, or spend weekends being spoiled by their grandmother who feeds them everything their mom won't-- potato chips, pizza, and cup-o-noodles (kappu ramen in japanese).

my friends are my family.

decide if it's done with purpose or lack thereof

things i did today:
-slept until 12pm.
-checked the cobrasnake site for pictures of hilary duff.
-tried to explain to mell what a hipster is.
-found out that analog rebels has photos from the sounds' SF show.
-licked three envelopes.
-thought about going to the post office and got lazy.
-talked to my sister.
-bought tickets for gimme shelter.

GIMME SHELTER '05 will take place Monday December 12th at The Roxy. Presented by KCRW and Nic Harcourt's "Morning Becomes Eclectic" all money raised will go to both the Pediatric Cancer Research fund and to the New West Charter School in West LA. Confirmed acoustic performances by Lucinda Williams, Andrew McMahon (Jacks Mannequin and Something Corporate), Phantom Planet, Trevor Hall, Majorie Fair and more surprise acts TBA. Listen to KCRW for more details. Tickets are available through all Ticketmaster outlets and the Roxy Box Office (day of show only at Roxy box office).

yea andrew mcmahon is worthy of bolding and italicizing.

things i still need to do:
-pack for nihon.
-pick up one of those disposable digital cameras.
-talk to my sister.

things i'll never do:
-figure out what is going on with my life.

it takes more than a heartbeat to get me

spotted: crazy adorable dancing swedes + all my favorite new line people + really skinny attractive hipster boys/ sexuality questionable due to overwhelming dancing skills

overheard: "i thought, oh, they look like cute swedes, and then i realized they were just hipsters."

the next morning: horribly sore. body. legs. i'm getting old..

obligatory freakin adorable baby penguin photo:

can you tell i'm procrastinating?

appalling

true story: my mom asked me if i brushed my hair today. i told her i hadn't done it in at least 3 months, maybe even 6, since it makes the blonde hair break. plus, i can't remember the last time i straightened it. i look at all the pictures within the past 1/2 year ish and it's in a constant state of bedhead. i liked it. but i brushed my hair anyway because my mom puts up with all my other shit (aka random fits of spastic-ity).

moral of the story: if your mom tells you to brush your hair, do it.
ps. i love my mom. your mom is pretty cool too.
ps2. nice going cal. 28-3 in the third quarter. 35-10 by the end. hah.

i'm not your star

lately i've been finding really stupid reasons to blog.. but today is 11/11 11:11pm. so.. make a wish.

feliz cumpleaños

happy birthday to margarita who is uber-nerding it at emory.. carson daly says hi.

(do your part to save the scene and stop going to shows)

some of my "scene" stuff will be re-routed to the scene mafia blog. kicky info about the sounds is on there and here.

mao plus one

any fans of mashups want to come with? i have a +1 (thanks pete!)

she said "why don't you just drop dead"

it's been a crazy week (or so- ish), but i'm back on the blogger bandwagon and ready to make some meaningful/meaningless posts again.

if i were a cartoon, i would be a chicken.. and when i start spazzing, i'd run around the room and when i've worked myself into a sufficient frenzy.. i'd explode into a little "poof" of feathers. it's a lot funnier in my head than the way i'm telling it here..

"school spirit is so not rocknroll"

whatever, we won. though that UCLA win was pretty impressive.

next order of the day: what is everyone doing for halloween?
things that i've heard about:
-WeHo Carnaval
-irene is baking halloween themed cookies. cookie??
-nintendo fusion tour (fall out boy/ the starting line/ panic! at the disco/ motion city soundtrack/ boys night out) @ uci bren events. sold out. blegh.
-be undead a la mcr because i. heart. them.

we're not snobs.. we're just better than you

scene: knitting factory, 10/20. MTV2 taping over it vs. hellogoodbye. (i knew there'd be scene-teenies there, but i didn't realize knitting factory was such a moron magnet.)
guy wearing white usc sweater walks by.
group of losers: hahaha look at that guy in the sweater. *shouts* USC SUCKS!!! USC SUCKS!!!
other half of group of losers: OJ! OJ! OJ!

there are several things wrong with this:
1. that is SO 1990s.
2. even still, OJ won a heisman. (source: vanessa)
3. um.. you're just jealous?
4. you're ugly too.
5. who cares if we're quote-unquote overrated? hmm.. i don't see your school at #1 in the rankings either.
6. we're actually not just about football.. some of us are kind of smart too.

yea, i've turned into one of those crazed school-spirited.. people.

**ps: i'm not that much of a UCLA hater. UCLA is a fine institution for higher education. but this shirt was tres funny, no?

tis hard work, being number 1.

you're a regular decorated emergency

mell(10:56:19 AM): kick him
me (10:56:26 AM): *mentally sets him on fire*
mell (10:56:41 AM): hahahahaha

aol is the new weird.

your wishes washed away

me (10:57:00 PM): omg
me (10:57:01 PM): it's raining
mell (10:57:37 PM): the world is ending
me (10:57:43 PM): yes it is

smile like you mean it

in the midst of my current bouts of ocd, add, and random depression/manic happiness, along with coping with my wavering feelings of uselessness, abandonment, and lack-of-motivation-ness.. **people i know, please do not blame yourself for any of these.

there are just some people who never fail to make you smile, regardless of what kind of funky mood you are in, regardless of any circumstance/situation. i'm so lucky to have people like that as friends. i heart you guys.

other things that make me smile:
baby penguins
hearing my chem's helena on the radio
songs about california in the summer
seeing friends on the video board during sc football game
blogging
my teen vogue
finding out there's a pr firm called MAO PR. there's even a MAO MAG!

last thing (stolen from j.chan's profile): some people are like Slinkies... not really good for anything, but you still can't help but smile when you see one tumble down the stairs.

you've lied like a lawyer

something to think about.. thanks a lot, david :P. and thanks heather for the link!
www.postsecret.com

i'm far too unstable to settle

mell promptly announced, after reading my blog, that i am "crazy." this forced me to look back on my (few) past entries.. and lo and behold-- it (my blog) definitely does seem to ring true of someone who gets mood swings so often she gets motion sickness.

so, i am coming out on this blog and saying i truly am crazy. this is mainly because i obsess over things (usually music, but it can be boys, coach purses, shoes, my ipodmini, celeb. gossip, penguins... also, i do, on occassion, enjoy being learned) then i get bored really fast and switch around between the obsessions. i noticed the spasticism early on because my mom and i clash a lot over that-- because we're both inherently spastic. there are a lot of times we end up kind of shrieking at each other, and then we don't even know why we're yelling/angry. we just are. spastic, that is. i don't know where my obsessive nature comes from, but i'm sure there's some great explanation stemming from a childhood experience just waiting to manifest itself.

but i'm fun, i swear.

ps. i just bought $150 worth of cds today at tower and best buy. i'm going to need to start selling my organs at this rate. any takers? (i only need one kidney right?)

COACH HAMPTONS WEEKEND SMALL HOBO

A cute pom-pom and a tassel zipper add touches of whimsy to this sporty new colored weekend Hobo.

• Inside zip pocket
• Ring to clip an accessory or keyfob
• Pom-pom detail
• Outside open pocket
• Zip-top closure
• Nylon with leather and suede trim
• Fabric lining
• 11 1/2” strap
• 13 (L) x 8 1/2 (H)
  

MINE.

the system is down. the system is down.

techno, japanese cartoon, and trogdor the burninator.

also remember:
Transitive Butt Property:
stupid (butt) > stupid (head)
gives a whole new meaning to the expression "smartass."

it's not very interesting...

books.

meow.

buffy quote.

in this state i shall not remain

tonight, i'm obsessed with marjorie fair's "empty room."

I don't want to go, but if I die young
Fill my empty room with the sun
Fill my empty room with the sun

sampler. myspace.

"blog.. i am your father"

let's preface this with a sidenote (for your enlightenment and for my general amusement): rob is my awesometastic lil bro (no, we aren't related). i met him 4 years ago and he didn't even remember meeting me. but i felt bad for him (i mean the poor kid is australian. that's like. so sad. jay slash kay. so i took him under my wing and taught him all he needed to know. now, he can fly on his own.. like a butterfly...). he, like other asians, has a xanga.

rob is also well-known for his many talents. he played high school football. he's an enginerd (aka smarter than you). he plays the keyboard, piano, drums, geetar, and taiko (japanese drums). for a small fee, he will teach you how to DJ + spin the ones and twos. he doesn't sing on command unless severly/slightly intoxicated. he's pretty funny. and he speaks australian!! (that is totally a foreign language to me. must learn how to speak it. no, i'm not retarded. it's called sarcasm.) if anyone wants to date him.. contact me. i'll give you all the stalker 411.

rob (11:58:14 PM): hey its an important life decision [re: starting a blog]
me (12:01:54 AM): yes, like deciding to get pregnant
rob (12:05:53 AM): i never thought i'd ever see or hear "blog" and "pregnant" in the same conversation
me (12:06:05 AM): hahaha
me (12:06:13 AM): my blog is pregnant and you are the father!!!
me (12:06:20 AM): "blog.. i am your father"
me (12:06:23 AM): "NOOOO"
rob (12:08:39 AM): you know i don't usually do this...
rob (12:08:45 AM): but i'm gonna put that on my profile
me (12:11:07 AM): okay i now realize that what i said was funnier than i thought
rob (12:11:29 AM): yeah i seriously LOL'ed on that one
rob (12:11:32 AM): seriously.
me (12:11:41 AM): oh god..
me (12:11:43 AM): i think i'm dying
me (12:11:50 AM): AHSKHDHGLH
me (12:11:56 AM): i mean literally
me (12:12:05 AM): i'm trying to imagine an IMPREGNATED BLOG
rob (12:12:13 AM): what would the kids look like?
me (12:12:14 AM): i might need to start one called that too
me (12:12:31 AM): i have.. no idea.
rob (12:12:49 AM): if they look anything like me im gonna be pissed
rob (12:13:24 AM): if you do start your impregnated blog, you need to put this convo on it

i want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk

The Glass House, Pomona
Friday, Oct 21 Copeland, Daphne Loves Derby, Melee, The Spill Canvas, plus Special Guests
6:00 PM $20.00 Tickets Onsale This Sunday, Sep 25 10:00AM

it's confirmed on the copeland and the spill canvas sites..
special guest: the one person more emo than mao (i know. how is it possible, but. you know. britney had a baby. weird things are possible) BRIGHT EYES

um. yea. and i must confess-- i bought the tickets first before posting. then again, ap.net has had it up for awhile.. and their readership is like, five hundred gazillion.

welcome to the tragic kingdom

a perfectly emo answer to an appropriately emo blogger profile question:
"When your science teacher smashed a frozen rose with a hammer, did you warm the petals to bring them back to life?
no. i cried because it was so tragic."

penguinis

i'm going to kidnap one and make it love me forever.

oh schnapps

emo is dead.

if i was a ghost, i would visit your house

so. here it is. my foray into sharing my emo-tastic-isity with the rest of the e-world. given my fickle nature, this blog could include, but is not limited to: becoming a full on rant blog (which would be pretty emo).. or i could post pictures i take with my crappy $100 digital camera-- probably a lot of emo ones that show me looking off into the distance and/or looking pissed (but hopefully not). i may also whine excessively about things i can't change, like "why are all the good ones gay?" i try avoid writing too much because the world can't handle that much emo. and if you can't handle it.. please shut up and suck it up (though you could probably say the same to me.. scratch that). please understand that i'm a nutcase and you really don't need to read my words.

since i've pretty much killed the emao emo word in the last paragraph.. i will leave you with a quote from cordelia and buffy:

Cordelia: Hey! You think I'm never lonely because I'm so cute and popular? I can be surrounded by people and be completely alone. It's not like any of them really know me. I don't even know if they like me half the time. People just want to be in a popular zone. Sometimes when I talk, everyone's so busy agreeing with me, they don't hear a word I say.

Buffy: Well, if you feel so alone, then why do you work so hard at being popular?

Cordelia: Well, it beats being alone all by yourself.

ps. please make a large mental sticky note that says that while i do enjoy emo.. i'm mocking it. please. i'm not seriously emo. only sometimes.

i'm ready

check 1-2.