eirecolleen’s Neighborhood

This is my open letter to Ali Lohan.

She's perrrdy

Your not entitled to anything simply because your sister has a recognizable name. Your idea of fame isn't fame. It's infamy. You want to be famous? Work your ass off and make decisions that could potentially catapult your career into a lasting one.

Notariety for who you are and notaritey for the work you produce are two completely differnt things. I understand that you have been brought up in anenvirtoment where the idea of fame is easily achievable but, that's not an excuse.

You lack the talent, social understanding and credibility to be anything other then infamous. Your careere choices, thus far, will transcend a future career as someone who attempted to be famous, but never quite achieved it. And if you do, it will be the formality of fame that puts you on the covers of tabloids, while the public idly watches you plumit into the murky abyss shared with the likes of Spencer Pratt & Jon Gosslin who, i'm sure, will steal your money whilst there.

Fortunately for the world, there are people who have and don't have recognizable names, who have obtained artistic integrity and will one day, hopefully, bring that tangible artisticness into light again. Though, its hard to think thats achievable when people like You ali lohan are rendering the world of true talent by attempting to make your entitled ass noticed. How is this fair to the people who HAVE artistic integrity, or a mind? How is it fair to those who truly have something to offer the human race other then a dwindling last name and a few shitty films, both of which, solidified the idea that your just a celebrities sibling.

I recognize that i might come across as harsh and no, i don't personally know you, but its the actions that you take, that speak for you. You blatently don't care how your recognized, its the objective to get famous and that is what makes you replaceable and a recycled idea .Well, im ashamed to have to be grouped into the same category of person as you. I would rather die a most painful death the be assoicated with the kind of careere your trying to make for your self. I hope i'm wrong because generally i'm not a very judgmental person, but in the case of you, that is MY entitlement.

I couldn't have said it any better.

This'll be quick cause there aren't much to show. It got real cold after that one night it rained and we had to go back to Kowloom *sob* I didn't take much pictures cause I just mindlessly followed the old folks around to buy pretty branded things I couldn't afford. But I did get to go to a night market where I scored some awesome necklaces!

Let the visual continuation commence!

3:29am.

Perhaps, if I were among the masses of the norm, it'd be appropriate for an under-the-duvet moment.. but that ain't teenager-esque. It's 30 minutes past 3:00. There was a period, back then, when I'd look over my shoulders-- a sign of insecurity, with curiosity clouding over: "Demon witching hour. So, am I here alone, or am I here.. 'alone'?" After a while, it faded. Thank the Lord, for that. For I am secretly a pansy, but.. don't tell nobody. A-ha, for a few days straight these legs have been flexed vigorously (almost in a self-destructive manner.. awkward) but the end results take the "No pain, no gain" tagline true to word. Consider this a form of exercise to sinewy, warrior-esque limbs? Christmas for me was: salivating (it was.. borderline literal) over accoutrements at Miu Miu, battling vexation in the form of.. people (includes kids that think knocking me in 4" kicks a hilarious occurrence), scoring a cobalt-hued double-breasted blazer by tricking Sister into swiping her card thus cementing me as a legit cunning genius, Torrenting films.. and downing that mac-and-cheese thing from KFC. F-cking fattening. Fat thigh in a box, goddammit. Elsewhere, shit was stirred but.. knowing me, things are better left unsaid. The Chels drew Birmingham at their home turf, a goalless one at that (first game where Chelsea failed to score.. but that's not a kick-ass achievement at all?) and an impending bleak future ahead. Drogba and the ever-shite Kalou leave for African Cup of Nations tomorrow, Anelka's sidelined with a knock and the options up front for vs. Fulham is.. Sturridge. And Borini. Who the f-ck.. Sturridge's been a product in development, but Borini (who's got a name of a f-cking pasta sauce?) leaves me in jitters. A-ha, and I tip Villa to spank the Gunners tomorrow night to complete the Top Four pawnage. Kops down, Mancs down, Chels down, Gunners.. next? Other sad news: French Ligue on winter break. No Gourcuff for two weeks. F-cking disgrace. 4 to go to 2010!

[MUSIC] She & Him - Sweet Darlin'

Aha, that is, indeed.. a Sinatra song. Shuffling them old-school at the mo'.

Ok so I went to Sibu, Sarawak last week to meet up with the boyf. Memandangkan he's busy with his practicum and I'm starting work soon, memang tadak time yang lama pon nak boleh berjumpak. He cant come to the Peninsular, so I decided to go there instead after susah payah mintak kebenaran from my mom ^^;;; So anyway, I went there just for the weekend and but the trip was worth every penny :)

Felt a bit awkward seeing him at the airport. I think it's because it had been quite a while kan. Somehow at some point, I kind of forgot that I actually have a boyf haha. Because both of us were busy with our studies and daily stuff and being so far away is so hard, lemme tell you that.

Whatever it is, after a short while we became normal again hehe. Fyi, this trip was also my first time meeting his parents. The whole deal was very nerve- wrecking. But fortunately I sailed through successfully (or so I hoped!) hahaha.

It was pretty sad when I had to head back home :( But it's okay. Next year is the last year he'll be in Auckland then he'll be back in Malaysia for good. Oh but I probably go to Auckland somewhere in May for my graduation. Hopefully la I'll have enough money to go there by then. Ni dengan tak dapat posting apa suma lagi camana nak dapat gaji huhuhu.

Ok to make this even cornier, nah a theme song for this post. Even though the lyrics are actually sarcastic, I like it anyway hehe.

Ok byebye.

Doesnt this look so bloody rad?

Now, somebody better give me £35.00, or somebody gonna get hurt real bad.

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