Girls fall in love with what they hear. Boys fall in love with what they see. That's why girls wear make up; and boys lie. - taken off a post on failblog.org
Okay I have no idea what brought me to read failblog (till like what, page 20 -.-) oh well. Anyway I decided to blog because I actually find that quote really offensive. For one, I hate make up. Who says girls look better with make up? Seriously. Girls should be natural and not worry about how they look all the time! And secondly because not all guys lie. That's like how people say all guys are assholes but truthfully not all of us are. Well in some ways maybe, but some of us are actually true gentlemen if you bother to look out.
Okay I have to stop this madness of epic endless procrastination. I keep spacing out, or spend all my time doing god-knows-what on my comptuer or on my brother's iPad and time just flies away. Coupled with life in JC being so continous it's like you never get a breather, time is really just never enough.
Time to stop worrying about the 'what if's because that's all they are; possibilities that just happened not to occur within this parallels within which we're living in.
I need a girl (space) friend.. :( NOTE THE SPACING
Teehee keep hearing this song around. Starting to love it already. Love song. I have no idea why it's yellow but i'll assume it's cos yellow is a happy colour. But red is still the sexiest ;)
Look at the stars Look how they shine for you And everything you do Yeah, they were all yellow
Heyo my name is Justin, some people call me juice-teen, but they spell it JOOOSTEEN. But you can call me whatever you want and hopefully it’s not offensive. I’m 16 (and loving every moment) and I get older every 8th May how dreadful. Life hates me, but it’s okay, I hate life too. Just kidding. I am a fan of Paramore, All Time Low, The Maine, break dancing, handstands, chocolate, chilli, more chilli (you can never get enough) and a hardcore fan of overly flashy introductions that don’t say much at all (welcome to the pain :D). If you want to know more about me that this lousy introduction doesn’t include feel free to read on.
Or alternately, if you don’t like me enough click x to get the crap outta here.