Fangirls will Rule the World

Fangirl [noun]- A rabid breed of human female who is obesessed with either a fictional character or an actor. Similar to the breed of fanboy. Fangirls congregate at anime conventions and livejournal. Have been known to glomp, grope, and tackle when encountering said obesessions. – urbandictionary

From the definition above, it is without doubt that I AM A FANGIRL and hell, am I damn proud to be one! I’ve met a lot of friends through fandoms (I’m of the Asian boyband-loving subgroup), where all we do in gatherings are ogle photos of pretty boys, outdo each other with our obsessive misadventures and yes, get hard-ons over fanservice.

Though I personally haven’t met Ninomiya Kazunari yet (we will get married someday, mmkay?), I’ve had my share of OMG!-DID-I-REALLY-SHAKE-HIS-HAND?!-I-THINK-I-WET-MY-PANTS moments. Because even stars get starstruck, too…. *is swallowed by the pavement*

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F+S Videos 1: The Job Interview

So Coy inspired me to somehow get off my ass and finally make my first video. No, I don’t really have much time in my hands, as apparent by my absence on this blog. I did it for two hours, editing included. But I’m not going to make any excuses for my lame-ness… This is me and this is all you’re gonna get. And I never said I was pretty, bitch!

Behold, the first of a (hopefully) series of my F+S videos, which are meant to make me single eternally. Woot!

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Losing weight, FunnySexy style

About 27 of my officemates commented last Monday that I was fat and/or gaining weight. And that’s saying a lot since there are only 15 people in our company. WTF. That’s why I rarely wear sleeveless shirts. My arms are as huge as Batista’s, except that they’re all flabs.

I don’t know what’s wrong with my body, really. It’s like an inflatable salbabida. I’d pig out over the weekend and I’d look like Star Jones (pre-gastric operation) two days after but at the same time I’d get sick for four days and people would ask if I had liposuction.

However, I’m not exactly skinny right now and I feel the need to share with you, my beloved two readers, my tried and tested ways of being Paris Hiton-thin if only to inspire me to lose weight myself.

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I Fail at Flirting

Dear 2 readers,

My heart’s going dokidoki once again.

I am crushing on someone. Yihheeeee! Shuddup. I’m just 10 years old, mmmkay?

I know it shouldn’t be a big deal and even talking about it is kinda embarrassing as it only shows how much of a lame-o I am. As you probably know by now, I’ve never really been with anyone before. I’ve never had boys running after me and GUYS + KRING + SWEET/TOUCHY MOMENTS= DISASTARRRR!

You see, I don’t know how to flirt. I fail at it. If it was a subject in school, I would’ve gotten a consistent cinco. Whenever a guy makes his moves on me (which is very very very rare fyi), I start to panic, my palms begin to sweat and I feel a sudden lump in my throat. So the conversation would turn out like this:

GUY: So are you with someone right now?
ME: You mean like…
GUY: Yanno, a boyfriend.
ME: *internal siren wailing* (thinks: uh-oh) I, uh, never… had one. Uhm. Are you hungry?
GUY: Not really, no. *smiles* So what are you looking for in a guy?
ME: *palpitates* Uhm, I like… boys-next-door. And uhm, *shuffles feet* smart dudes.
GUY: Yah?
ME: *changes the topic* Can I show you my talent?
GUY: Sure!
ME: *makes gigantic spitbubbles*

At this point, guys usually excuse themselves to go to the C.R.

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