Just A Drop In

Hey girlies.

Seems like forever, hasn’t it? Well, about time I kept up with the scene. Apparently a lot has been going on, but don’t worry. I’ve been watching.

Seems like a few people has decided to get a makeover and get their locks chopped. Brave move, girls. Love the new look. And it’s been happening outside the circle too. A new change after prom?

Speaking about prom, my, my, my, didn’t you girls look lovely. Too bad I couldn’t make it. Prior obligations, I’m afraid. But rest assured: I know every single detail that went down. Congrats to MY, by the way, for snagging the title of prom queen. Wish I could have been there.

But I’m a little disappointed. What, no catfight? Tsk, tsk, tsk. Seems like I’m gonna have to shake things up a bit, no? I sure love me some scandal.

On a lighter note, hasn’t anyone figured out who I am yet? Not that I’m keen on the idea of my identity being leaked out, but come on.

Oh well. I might as well tell you what I’ve been doing since I’ve been away. I’ve been a busy busy girl.

Mom just bought me a diamond bracelet, and although it’s beyond beautiful I can’t help but wonder if she’s trying to make up for being such a lousy mother. I would explain further, just not now. Daddy’s been acting all weird too. Claims to have ‘late night meetings’ every night. My brother, T, and I would be crowned idiots of the century if we didn’t know the implications to that statement.

But not all things are down. I met C when I was at a garden party thrown by my grandmother’s friend – dull, very, but the food’s good, so I can’t complain. I’ve known C since we were kids but I never quite liked him. But let me tell you the boy sure has grown since I saw him a few years back. He is gorgeous, and a total charmer. He even got on to my grandmother’s good side. And trust me, not many people can charm dear old grammy. But his friend N has been giving me these looks, like he’s undressing me or something. Tre perverted. Anywho, Grammy’s throwing her night soiree next week and I heard C’s going to be there. Wish me luck!

Well it can’t be all about my life now can it girlies? Apparently K has been seeing a certain someone, and not telling me. I think it’s P, but the girl’s ain’t telling. I’ve known her since we were practically in diapers, and here she is, not telling me about her latest fling. I highly doubt that she ‘excused’ herself last night at D’s party to freshen up. Something’s going on, and I will find out.

Till the next time darlings.

You know you love me,

Xoxo.

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY 2008
upper east siders!
or should i say.........upper west siders?
huh?
what?

doesnt matter.
you lovely ladies had a great time today yeah?
getting mysterious strawberry fondue....

giving cards to everybody yea??
very nice of you ladiesssssss.
very nice.

i saw all of you.
with the tiny dolls...

hmmmmm..
interesting.

anyway.
HAPPY VALENTINES DAY AGAIN!

you know you love me,
xoxo
mysterious blogger.

gong xi fa cai

happy chinese new year babes!!

may this year of the rat bring you luck in guessing who i am!

darlings...
dont forget that i loooooveeeeeeeee yoooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.

you know you love me
xoxo,
mysterious blogger.

I Went Cold Turkey

Ahhhh. Okay so it’s that time of the….time again. To write my mysterious blog since it is I, the mysterious blogger, who is able to enthrall you with my latest update of my not so daily life. Yes, I’m dead every other day! Such a bummer cause I miss some of my television shows! So I’ve decided to take a stand; no more tv for me. For example, I’m here wasting my time entertaining you people when I could be out doing other productive things. For crying out loud, anything else would be better than this.

OH! I know what exciting things we can talk about!!! I do realize of course there will be no “talking about” cause number one, we’re not talking and number two you’re not part of the discussion! Moving on, my point was that,…,

Forget about that.

I’ve noticed (yes, I’m among you people. Be afraid, be very afraid) that some new topics have arisen since my last… encounter… with you people. I don’t even know why the hell I’m wasting my time (again) keeping an eye on your activities, when I could be bonding with the idiot box. Yes, THE idiot box. Screw you.

For instance, Valentine’s Day… I hope you girls have something planned soon…

Come on, girls! Show those losers that girls can have as much (more) fun without them.

I say go for a bonfire! AHA! I bet you didn’t know about this lil’ bonfire huh? Don’t you just feel SO left out? I know I don’t. Like, yeah cause I know about it…..DUH! *….* I’m literally dotting. SERIOUSLY! Why won’t you believe me! WHY cruel world!

On to more serious things, I have also… overheard something being said about moi identity. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeassseeee. If I was that easy to figure out I would be like, not blogging mysteriously. It would just be like a normal blog. Like you people. So not mysterious at all. So not original. I feel ashamed just reading your NON-blogs.

I like horses. =D

Only mysterious people (like me) can like things as such.

Be jealous. Be extremely jealous.

Even if you DID like horses, your horse can never beat MY awesome horse cuz it’s waaayyyy horse-ier than anything out there!!!

Don’t believe me? Well, duh’. You’re jealous. You can’t believe me and be jealous at the same time. It just doesn’t work that way. It just doesn’t.

What the’f’

I’ll be leaving you now my darlings. To the Isle of Inisfree!!!

You know you love me,

XOXO,

Mysterious Blogger.

being mysterious 101

today we shall learn how to be mysterious.
WELCOME TO BEING MYSTERIOUS 101 !!

grab a pen and paper and start jotting down notes.
there WILL NOT be a pop quiz.

to be mysterious :
1. be mysterious
2. have an alias
3. never post pictures
4. give up your gender (muahaha)
5. be mysterious
6. dont quote any of your friends
7. be mysterious
8. dont give hints
9. be mysterious
10. did i mention be mysterious?

that concludes being mysterious 101.

you know you love me.
xoxo,
mysterious blogger.

Hello Readers...

Who Am I?

Well, duh'. Like I'll ever tell you.


You know you love me,
XOXO
Mysterious Blogger.