pepper!

the peppersåsen (food mainly). other than that... nothing. this place depresses the fuck out of me, the people bring out the worst in me, it gives me road rage, people are passive-aggressive and it's impossible to to be direct with them, and i constantly feel like Holden Caulfield. i want out. :(

New York! :D

the ones in grad school. especially the very first one i went to with my dormmates as soon as i landed at the student town! :D and every single party i attended with those same group of people! anywhere around the world! :)

When I was little I used to watch Ernie and Bert counting sheep on Sesame Street (this was before I knew what being "gay" meant, how was I supposed to know anything about homosexuality when they have twin beds): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t7IHPJ0k9Bg. So anyway, the past days (it's been around a week now), I've been trying to do the same: I count sheep because it distracts my mind from the wilder ideas/crazier heavy-duty thoughts about world domination and my planned international dictatorship. It really helps. If sheep are too distracting, just think if the numbers with your eyes closed. ---------- Post added 06-04-2011 at 01:45 PM ---------- Also, despite growing up watching Canadian Sesame Street, I only ever count in English these days. So try to count in the language you're most familiar with (the easier the language, the less you think, the faster you fall asleep). Or join Fight Club. Source: http://intjforum.com/showpost.php?p=1784110&postcount=38

Pink!!!! :D and it's got to be a T-Rex (although my favorite was something between Brontosaurus, Triceratops, and Pterosaur). when i was little the stamp ink for Triceratops was green, though,

aw... thanks for asking {huggles}. it went fine. i wrote some things in public (http://blip.fm/~13g31l and http://blip.fm/~13hh4b) and private (http://mijntje.wordpress.com/) about it. generally, i’m not doing bad for someone’s who’s allergic to antibiotics (you know this means i have to be on second best medications, so it took slower to recover). i was so worried about something wrong with my lungs but all that came up with hypotension. we think hypotension is a side-effect from one of the meds i was prescribed when i was discharged from the hospital. so my doctor edited my meds cocktail and changed the meds that were making my blood pressure so low and i’ll be good as new. :) she said i just need to stop stressing out and being so hyperactive. LOL. :}

Mostly Zara and H&M. Sometimes Mango and Forever 21 too. Can't afford designers yet (although I'm a huge fan of certain designers' work). :)

i'm SO sorry! i think accidentally deleted your question! so now i typed it in like you wrote it the first time! my answer: thank you. actually, i've been discharged from the hospital already (i was admitted on March 28 and out by March 31). although the ER doctors think i should have been taken in by 22 because i was feeling ill since St. Patrick's Day a day before i saw Mark Ronson with 3 friends on March 18 (not that i was critical or anything, but i did feel like SHIT--the trip to the ER was so surreal and it was like in slow motion). i kind of lied to the doctors and nurses about no longer having tummy aches and headaches because i wanted to a attend a briefing on April 2. plus i hated being hooked up to a drip and i hated the sponge baths. but it turns out i'm still very delirious. i WILL get soon though. the only reason i take so long to recover is just because i'm a terrible patient (i get hyperactive to the point that my own blood leaks into my drip's tube) and i'm allergic to some of the antibiotics they prescribed me (meh, i can't keep track of my cocktail of 8 types of meds and which to take how many times a day and when). and i still get nauseous. but otherwise i'm GOOD. and my teddy bear takes care of me: http://twitpic.com/4f5e0g. i have a scheduled check up on Thursday and hopefully nothing's wrong with my lungs. so i totally WILL get well soon. :)

it doesn't matter as long as i'm with the person i ♥. :)

not last night, but a couple of days ago, i dreamt that i was pregnant--except my baby was a black-chrome Decepticon. ironically, i have a feeling i didn't have thta dream because i was thinking of Transformers. rather, because i had just seen the Black Swan trailer and i want to see Black Swan so much: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5jaI1XOB-bs :) slaap lekker, droom maar lekker... ♥

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gVLqOus2_4E my "date", Mr. Italiano, says he wants to see a film with me today. i don't know how he'd feel about it, though, since he's Italian. if he wants to see something else (i want to be nice to him because he's such a gentleman), i'll still see The Rite alone some other day. :)

no, but slightly related. i don't want to tell anyone too much about my job, so far i've been giving people vague answers. because i love my new job, and i'm still scared after what the bullies at the UN threatened me about last time. i don't want them to ruin my life again. thank you for the congratulations. ♥ happy new year!

Bad Medicine music video on Bon Jovi's VEVO: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eOUtsybozjg. OMG the big hair, mullets, and the crappy fashion. Jon was wearing mom jeans. '80s chic galore! Ha. Great music nonetheless. and LOL-ish lyrics.

that there's no such thing.

my answers are: idk, no, and no (respectively). it doesn't matter anymore. i could die right now and nobody would care anyway.

no. i wouldn't say it's your traditional idea of "romantic love". or "Platonic love", even. i think it's just a strange variation of "Stockholm syndrome". i can't reveal too much of how i met him/who he is/what he does, but let's just say he was under the same entity that hurt me pretty bad. at one point, FPMC assured me he'd find a solution. i thought out of all people, he could save me--but he never did and i now i think he never meant to help me, it was just diplomatic bullshitting (which is why i'm beginning to hate his guts right now, because i think he's a big fat liar--and i don't even call people "liars" liberally). notice the similarity of pattern with Stockholm syndrome: a captive (kidnapped person/hostage) is obviously hurt by their kidnapper, but because the kidnapper feeds them, dresses them, and provides them with shelter (basically acts of kindness to keep them alive), they develop an affection for the captor. it's not love. rather, it's merely a mental illness. he's not even worth more than a Foursquare badge to me...

their cow population. now who's got a larger population of cows: the Netherlands, Sweden, or Kiwiland?

no i didn't mean 'unpretentious' at all! i mean that when amateur photographers take photos, they're honest to themselves and less concerned (or completely unconcerned) about what others expect of what is perceived to be a "good photograph". i was referring to honesty to oneself. like i can take photos of something just to preserve the memories. or just because i think something has nice color play/nice composition. i wouldn't have to care if your aesthetic values don't agree with mine. it's about having a "if you don't like it, then don't look at my Fotki/Flickr" attitude, you know? when you claim that you're a professional and you're compensated for your work you're expected to conform, follow rules (of aesthetics), standards, etc. in order to be a responsible professional. pretentiousness is when an artist tries to portray their work to simply to impress/lead people to perceive them the way they want to. the easiest way to spot pretentiousness is when portraying a social class: for instance a middle class person who has NO IDEA what it means to live in poverty may romanticize (or paradoxically over-dramaticize) their portrayal of poverty, or someone who acts like a "socialite insider" but has no idea what it's like to live that life. it's okay if you're "looking inside from the outside", but it's a problem when an artist PRETENDS to understand it, now THAT is pretentiousness. the result is just a brick/piece of junk, instead of telling a story. portraying something not as it is (for instance by making too big of a deal of something that to the artist is of no significance also creates the pretentious effect). i avoid throwing the P word all over the place, though. because it's a strong word and you can never really know an artist's intentions (even when they do discuss, you never know how honest they are). i am, however, generous when complementing someone as being UNpretentious. because i love it when people are genuine.

hm. i'm not sure how to answer this question because i don't really understand what you're asking. let's just say i like amateur-photography (because it's like honest, quirky people who don't give a shit do it), cell phone photography, candids of like random people doing their thing, food photography, and i like a lot of NatGeo's stuff. i also found a tumblr account of a woman who collects/takes photos with an analog/film cameras and i really like the natural defects and imperfections. i know what i don't like is what i call "lazy photography" (where you take bad photos on the spot and photoshop/somehow digitally manipulate after). i also like what i call "startled-deer-in-headlights-expression" (it's when a person as a subject realizes last second that someone's trying to take a candid of them, and they make eye-contact with the lens but they're clearly unprepared and startled). it's a little perverted, i know. but i ADORE taht expression! i recently found a photo of FPMC with the "deer in headlights" expression on his face on someone's Flickr. it was PRICELESS. hahahah. i was so thrilled! :) i personally take terrible photos because i'm always very shy about being seen taking photos in public places. i'm always afraid people will think i'm a photographer-wannabe, so i take a quick snapshot and run off instead of taking my time. i am timid in general--which makes a bad photographer. :(