well hello there / i am doing just fine / how are you / i am starting a new blog / where no one knows my name / if you want in / send an email [theevilchinadoll@yahoo.com] / tell me who you are / i'll send the address / we'll be best friends /
kisses / always /
mia.
Posted at 1:39 AM
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Thursday, January 04, 2007
it's my birthday it's my birthday it's my birthday it's my birthday it's my birthday it's my birthday!
it is now 12.37 am, thursday january 4th 2007, i am officially 26 years old. WHOAAAH. i was feeling the birthday blues a bit today but my mama called me at midnight so now the blues are goooone. also i had the hiccups all day long which is funny because when i was a kid my mom used to say that when you have the hiccups that means that you are growing. and obviously i grew a bit today cuz now i'm a year older. damn my mama is always right.
anyways yeay i'm 26! i feel the same really, but you know what would make me feel awesome? if you guys give me some birthday wishes hugs and kisses thru the little comment box. yea that'd be great. and if you want to make me feel even more amazing albeit slightly uncomfortable, feel free to get me something from my amazon wishlist on the left. HAHAHHAHA. god i'm shameless.
nah just wish me a good one today is my day YAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYY!
Posted at 12:37 AM
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Wednesday, January 03, 2007
cheers
here are some pictures from my new year's eve we went to the rubulad party in bushwick, like i did last year. for some reason this time was a shitload better. it was insane. anyways i hope you all had an awesome one, i did. 2006 was a good year, but if new year's eve was any indication, 2007 should be a whole lot better. i was going to make a list of resolutions and reflections blah blah but i figured i'll just combine it when i do my birthday post. my birthday is thursday. WOAH. 26. WOAH.
Posted at 1:17 AM
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Tuesday, January 02, 2007
happy 2007!
happy new year my blogging bitches, i hope you all had a great one. i had an awesome one and i'm still recovering. i will update with pictures once i gain feelings in my body and any kind of activity in my brain, because at the moment i am still a hungover as fuck cracked out bloated mush. yay for 2007!
Posted at 2:20 AM
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Monday, December 25, 2006
merry christmas
fuck. i just woke up no wait GOT WOKEN UP by one of these fucking crazy ass people and now i feel like crying. i hate these people so much i swear everyday i barely survive it's like let's see how fast mia will lose all her hair and gain weight from stress. i know i'm supposed to go to church today and unfortunately i have to go with these fucking assholes, cuz my family aren't here. but that's okay i made my peace with it. but they've been pestering me to go confess my sins before i can actually go to church on christmas day. like seriously, every day at least twice a day. confess your sins. and these assholes they don't know how to communicate like normal people and the only way they know how it to SCREAM their fucking fat heads off it's beyond irritating. CONFESS YOUR SINS YOU LAZY! every five minutes.. ARGH even yesterday they have a priest friend over the house and they yelled out to me in the basement MIAAAAAA THERES A PRIEST HERE COME CONFESSSSSS YOUR SINNS and i said, no thanks.
i might not have been the best catholic out there, yes i realize that, but that's my shit. they can not for the life of them understands that. i don't like going to church here, i don't like going to church with them, the church makes me think of going with my own family like we always do back home and it makes me feel sad, lonely, and depressed as fuck. so i don't like going. i pray in my own time and if that's not in say in CHURCH so fucking what. i have my own fucking issues but it's MY fuckign issues so back off, fatsos. but NOOOO these people think i'm satan. i'm a good person i really think i am but living with these people.. they make me feel like i'm so small and insignificant. like dustbunnies that's growing in the corners of this depressing ass basement.
like today, it's fucking christmas day for fucks sake. i know i have to go to church, i have my fucking alarm on, ill fucking be there god damn it. BUT NOOOO since an hour before my alarm even supposed to go off these fuckers have been walking outside my room yelling out MIAA WAKE UPP WAKE UPPP WAKE YOU LAZY BUMM WAKE UP not in an endearing sorta way but more like mean spirited insulting im not exagerating i wake up all fucking pissed up went out my room to go to the kitchen and the first thing i hear is fucking yelling YOU ARE SUCH A LAZY IRRESPONSIBLE EMBARRASING SCREW-UP, WHY CAN'T YOU EVEN WAKE UP TO GO TO CHURCH? i went, please stop yelling at me i'm right here i know i'm spose to go to church if you notice my alarm is going off right now as we speak so please just leave me alone and please stop yelling BECAUSE IF I DON'T YELL AT YOU YOU DONT HEAR ME AND BECAUSE YOU DONT WANT TO CONFESS YOUR SINS YOU DONT WANT TO CONFESS YOUR SINS WHAT KIND OF PERSON ARE YOU?!!!!! and she kept going on and on how i'm the devil etc etc i need to be cleansed and how i'm stupid and lazy and fat and a screw-up
it is 9.48 chrismas fucking morning and i already cried a little. i hate these fucking people. shit like this is what make me miss my mom so much..
Posted at 9:35 AM
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Thursday, December 21, 2006
jingle shit
christmas is coming YAY by YAY i mean BOOOOOO i hate you christmas christmas used to be awesome because it was with my awesome family but now christmas sucks because it's with my crazy haters family BOOOOOOOHHH they've been bugging me seriously at least twice a day GO CONFESS YOUR SINS BEFORE CHRISTMAS!!! GO CONFESSSS OR GOD WON'T WELCOME YOU!!! YOU SATANNNN! okay they didn't call me satan. but i'm sure they think it. my mom was supposed to come visit me for christmas but of course she ended up not going we were going to cook and bake christmas cookies together, go to church, drink lotsa red wine and talk and hug and kiss and all that but... thaaaat's okay.. i get it.. i'm the one who moved half the world away, where a plane ticket is eight gazillion dollars one way and takes twenty three hours so i totally understand but man i'm so jealous christmas is so much fun back home.. my big ass family chillin together here it's fucking cold and lonely but it's okay. it's going to be the eight chrismas now and i'm finally getting used to it. my new christmas tradition: going to church with the haters, and then five minutes after that disappearing to hang out with my jew friends and go eat chinese food and then get drunk YE-AH. thank god for my jew friends. and thank god for chinese restaurants, the only food place open during christmas. logan, i'm talking about you. you better take my ass out christmas day. or you're not getting your hanukkah present.
Posted at 10:27 PM
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this is what my friends lovingly call the "let's make fun of poor broke ass mia the immigrant" joke
they'd say yo ho let's go shopping/drinking/partying/road-tripping/chip in on a fifty of whatever and then i'd say no dude i'm so broke give me money beyatch
and then BAM they (me included after a while) start going "FOR TEN CENTS A DAY YOU CAN HELP POOR MIA BUY A PAIR OF SHOES" "FOR LESS THAN YOUR MORNING CUP OF COFFEE YOU CAN GIVE POOR MIA A NEW LIFE, A SMILE ON HER FACE" you know like those christian children's fund commercial with the old dude and the sad kids harrr harrr harrrr i love it i do, seriously. after a while it's really not offensive, more like affectionate teasing kinda thing
PS: the guy i wrote about in the post below (the one with the SKANK comment) upon reading that post sent me a nasty NASTY email totally admitting to it and basically calling me pure evil. not kidding, he called me pure evil. BWAH HAH HAH HAH HAH who says stuff like that?
Posted at 10:19 PM
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Friday, December 08, 2006
OKAY......
so i was looking at one of my older posts, the one where i talked about meeting the guy from the cab you know and then i noticed an extra comment it said:
wow you are a total SKANK *anonymous*
first i thought, greaaaaaaaat *feeling massive shame* but then i thought, wait a minute, i'm not a fucking skank lindsay lohan is a skank, ryan seacrest is a skank, but i'm no skank then i thought, yay i got my first hate-comment im an internet superstar now
out of curiousity, i tracked down the comment, and then i found out that it was from the bronx, specifically fordham university BINGO it was my ex-roomate chris THANKS CHRIS YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE
first of all, don't fucking be nasty because i haven't hung out with you in a while you're far, i'm far, and we weren't even that close to begin with.
second of all, i didnt call you a loser that comment that you put on my blog a while back, was kinda weird but i didn't call you a loser it was one of the other roomates (which i just found out not too long ago)i didn't even fucking know about it so step off NOW i think you are a fucking loser
third, don't fucking call me a skank just because i get laid and you don't
lastly, if you want to call me anything, don't fucking do it anonymously at least be a man and put your name on it
THANK YOU now leave me the fuck alone
Posted at 9:31 PM
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Thursday, November 30, 2006
things i hate as a child that i now love as an "adult"
1. any and all green vegetables 2. boys 3. chilli sauce 4. my mother 5. the color brown 6. the beatles (i thought they were too "happy") 7. porn 8. school/education 9. my sister 10. science 11. history 12. vanilla ice cream
things i love as a child that i now hate as an adult: 1. chocolate ice cream 2. jelly beans 3. my father 4. going to church (at least here in the US) 5. my aunts 6. my hair 7. michael jackson 8. nktob wait, what i am kidding. i still love them. please don't goooo giiiiiiiiiirllll... *sigh* 9. heights *shudder*
things that i still love then and now: steaks, japanese bbq, the color pink, oasis, the ocean, seafood, getting love letters, sending love letters, playing hide and seek, and mc hammer. what?
Posted at 12:32 PM
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Tuesday, November 28, 2006
OH MY GOD TAKE THAT'S BACK!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAARGGHHHHHHHHHHHH *do celebratory gay dance WAAAAAH*
oh jesus does love me do you guys still remember Take That? that (gay) boy-band awesomeness from england that was huge like eleven years ago?
they were HUGE in Indonesia! they even played in Jakarta and i fucking went and see them live AAAGH craziness. yo dont judge whatever man i was a boy-band geek. unfortunately my taste has slightly reformed to a more indie-hipster rock crapness haha. but apparenty Take That has reformed to: introducing, their current no. 1 single in england (reunited after 10 years, still with no robbie god i love robbie williams), the newly indied-out, slightly hipster-ed out Patience:
oh my god this is TOO funny. i have such crazy Take That flashbacks. i can't believe they got back together after being broken up for ten years. i mean come on who does that? anyways for any of you, closeted brit boy-band fan from back in the day, Take That is back for good *tee-hee*. still good i guess, just older, add way more eye bags, sad dead looks, and terrible aging. YAY!
Posted at 10:02 PM
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hello blog world
i just came home from a quick-drinks date! yay it was awesome!
i "met" this guy last wednesday i think.. "at" my usual bar hangout in brooklyn "met" because i was so trashed i don't really remember meeting him "at" because it wasn't actually in the bar, it was at a moving vehicle
quite a new york story actually.. i decided to leave the bar to go to my favorite booty call's, let's call him Zorro, crib in williamsburg. i called a cab to go there but when i went outside i saw the cab driving away with someone in it. oh hell no, right? it was a red light so i ran after the car and jumped in and immediately turn to the guy who stole my cab and went YOU ASSHOLE GET OUT OF MY CAR!
oh well asshole turned out to be quite attractive and and quite generous too! (he ended up feeling so guilty about the whole cab-thieving thing that he paid for the whole ride. YAY)
anyways i went on a date with him tonight and it was quite pleasant. not usually my type (which might be a good thing because my type tend to be those broke ass mind-fucker artsy types) but he's very cool. i think he likes me too but hey it's the first date, which means nothing. but anyways i hope something happen from this because i just like referring him as the cab-thief. haha such a good story.
i'm a little buzzed right now. evidently so, because this story seems to be the kind of story that's only funny to me right now. the-end.
Posted at 9:03 PM
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Tuesday, November 21, 2006
HOLY SHIT FUCK SHIT
many years ago, when my relatives moved into this house in brooklyn, they got to meet many friendly neighbours. bay ridge is a very safe and nice residential community, and the people here actually do know each other. weird for nyc, i know. anyways one of the very first friends they made in this hood was a very nice gypsy lady named Joanne. she lives two blocks away from them. she was a sweet and caring older woman, who goes out of her way to help others. she even helped my cousins find colleges to go to. anyways seriously, she's awesome. everyone in the hood loves her. she seems like a truly genuine sweet, normal lady.
okay, for some reason i am intrigued but way scared of switching to the new blogger beta thing. it doesnt really tell you anything specific about it, just a bunch of mumbo jumbo but if you do switch and you don't like it, you can't switch back. it just seems so final.
it is however, a change, and i'm always attracted to new and shiny things, even tho i don't know anything about it (for example: guys). agh now i get it, i'm so obvious: i like changes and new interesting things, especially things that i don't really know a lot about, or at all, BUT i would like the option to change back to the way things are before, just in case i don't like it. commitment-phobe much?
Posted at 11:56 PM
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Sunday, November 19, 2006
okaaay i am at logan's house right now, me and alan crashed here last night after a mini bender.. im such an alkie.
SO we went to see Two or Three Things I Know About Her by the ever so chic Godard.. originaly released in the 60s anyways the movie is very conceptual, art film bull crap me and Logan didnt really like it, although Alan and Anna liked it. But then again i'm not surprised because they like crappy things. like each other.
And then we went to the healthiest place on earth, called la Taco Bell. it's extremely expensive and very organic. by expensive and organic, i mean really dirt cheap and disgusting and not organic at all. then we went drinking in williamsburgh BLAH BLAH BLAH and then we went drinking at another place in williamsburgh BLAH BLAH BLAH and then we went to have beef patties.
the end.
now i have to go to work and take care of an over active eight year old. adorable but very consuming. i feel digusting.
the end. again.
Posted at 10:42 AM
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Saturday, November 18, 2006
some of the many rules of living under my tyrannical aunts' roof are:
1. no houseguests. ever 2. even girl friends. 3. no going to the third floor, ever, where my cousin G and his evil beyatch of a wife live. because she hates my guts. 4. absolute participation in the random praying sessions often held by my aunts. 5. no boozing, drugging, or smoking cigarettes in the house.
yeah it sucks. but whatever, im only gonna be here for six more months, then im moving the fuck out.
anyways, ive been pretty good with the rules, even the no smoking in the house bit. as an avid smoker, it was very hard adjusting to not being able to light up whenever the cancerous urge comes, which is a LOT. so now every time i want to smoke i have to go outside, where i sit on the front stoop. its kinda nice actually, ive gotten used to it and now my smoking has gone down by half. HALF! its amazing. also the smoking sessions outside have become kind of an escape from all this crazy people that i live with. i sit there and enjoy the outside air, thinking of happy thoughts.
tonight was annoying tho. i was sitting there minding my own business, smoking away, nice cold air, blah blah when three young boys walked by the house. all probably no older than thirteen. HEY MISS MISS MISS! GIVE US CIGARETTES PLIZZZZZZZZZZZZ -no way. how old are you guys. SIXTEEN! EIGHTEEN! PLIZZZZZZZZZZZZZ -no way buddy. leave me alone. BITCH! (they started to walk away, except for one of them) COME ON BABY, WHY YOU GOTTA BE LIKE THAT COME ONNN BAAAAYYYYYBBBBBEEE -no way
and then they left. right before they left tho, the youngest one, probably around nine years old, went, WHATEVR WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE ANYWAY!!!
aww, kids are so bright and pleasant. just like sunshine. annoying evil sunshine.
Posted at 7:23 PM
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Friday, November 17, 2006
WAAAAHHH i am saaad
my friend val called me today to tell me that she is going to chill with mr. jack Bauer tonight and that i am not invited. WAAAAAAAH it's no surprise how much i love that fucking show, and duh how much i love mr k.sutherland in it. I LOVE JACK. anyways one of our friends work at this music promotion company whatever here in new york and tonight they are promoting this band that sutherland's label carries. he's going to be there. anyways my friend is working there tonight and she can only bring one guest and she's bringing Val WOAAAAAAH i am so jealous. damn you Val i hate you forever. i always have this fantasy that one day if i ever get to meet jack bauer i mean kiefer nah i mean jack bauer, he'll take one look at me and fall in love. then we will go drunking together.
GAH so jealous. another time, bauer.. another time..
Posted at 8:10 PM
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Thursday, November 16, 2006
im actually not home at the moment, staying at a friend's, so i am a beautiful social butterfly that's way too good to blog but i just wanted to say that we went to see Volver tonight and now i want to live in Penelope Cruz's cleavage. and she is SUCH a better actress when she's not speaking in English. the movie rocks. go see it.
the end.
Posted at 12:50 AM
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Wednesday, November 15, 2006
i really miss my sister we had such an awesome time this summer WOAH i miss home
in completely unrelated news, here is a list (property of Extreme Tracking), of the last 20 Searchengine Queries that have lead you perverts into this blog:
10 Nov, Fri, 08:08:01 Google Images: anna banana 10 Nov, Fri, 09:12:45 Google: blog husband birthday "dressed up" dominatrix 10 Nov, Fri, 14:37:25 Google: amber mohanee 10 Nov, Fri, 18:51:27 Google: gooey looey 11 Nov, Sat, 01:24:36 Google: "he came on my face" 11 Nov, Sat, 06:48:26 Google: serial towerblaster 11 Nov, Sat, 13:33:35 AOL Search: lolitawhore 11 Nov, Sat, 16:22:13 Google: "getting back together with an ex" 11 Nov, Sat, 18:01:08 Google: "had to pee super" 11 Nov, Sat, 21:47:25 Google: two boots park slope sucks 12 Nov, Sun, 16:12:35 Google: gooey looey toy 12 Nov, Sun, 17:59:37 Google: chocolate covered shrooms 12 Nov, Sun, 21:55:52 MSN Search: china sluts 12 Nov, Sun, 23:29:24 Google: "luke" smokes dunhill blog 13 Nov, Mon, 16:47:21 MSN Search: real sex doll 13 Nov, Mon, 17:26:53 AltaVista: naked stud 14 Nov, Tue, 09:47:45 Google: Gooey Looey 14 Nov, Tue, 12:47:55 Google: "he came on my face" 14 Nov, Tue, 15:44:56 Google: 80's rock groupies pictures 14 Nov, Tue, 20:51:31 Google: VISA "non paid intern"
OKAAAAY.. "china sluts"? "he came on my face"? argh. i guess i shouldn't expect the queries to be something more like "intelligent indonesian secret genius and sex goddess" and "the only new yorker thats beautiful, shiny, and pure on the outside AND in the inside" i'm not really surprised. you Googlers are sick.
but what's with the "gooey looey?" thing? i don't understand why my blog will come up in that search.. i never recall writing about Gooey Looey, or anything gooey, or looey. oh wait.. maybe gooey.
Posted at 1:00 AM
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Tuesday, November 14, 2006
okay, so today i decided that this blog is dead i told myself, i have nothing else to write about, i suck, end of story bye blog
but then i think about not having it anymore and i get a little sad i was just reading my archives and damn i LOVE having archives i love that i have written evidence about the life i had these past couple of years so what if most of the posts were just about me announcing how fucked up i was? or me whining about the world, or about guys, or about my dad, or about immigration.. i like that i can go back and read about it so ive decided to appreciate the blog more, and will try to write more i really need to kick myself in the ass and get back into it so im going to try to write at least one post a day for the rest of this month and see if i can get back into this blogging thing
OKAY
so a couple of weeks ago a funny thing happened and i forgot to blog about it i came home after a few days of debauchery to my room in my aunt's basement and almost fainted when i saw this on my wall: yes, it's a big ass framed picture of Jesus and Maria shocked, my catholic guilt kicked in so fast i immediately felt shamed and guilty and turned around and faced the other wall, only to find this: a big ass golden Jesus on the cross.
oh LORDY. shocked, i stumbled into my aunt's room going "wha?..wha the? what?...why..." she looked at me all smiles, genuinely happy and excited, gave me a big ol hug, and loudly said: "OH IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT!!! YOU LOVE IT RIGHT??? I JUST FELT THAT YOU NEED PROTECTION AND GUIDANCE SO THERE THEY ARE!! YEAAAY LORD JESUS AND HAIL MARY!"
now i can never take them down, because once i do, i will be deemed evil and antichrist and satanic by everyone in the house. they are now permanent fixtures of my room.
and that my friends, is the little story i like to call The End of Me-Masturbating-in-My-Room. FOREVER.
well Saturday night was awesome blah blah blah went to bars in williamsburg, park slope, blah blah blah, got smashed blah blah whatever my costume rocked here are eight million gazilion pictures of me, and very little of some of my friends
no seriously, if you have dial-up or some other ridoncilously slow connection, don't bother this is enough narcisismo for a lifetime
whatever my costume rocked
tomorrow night, the halloween celebration continues in downtown manhattan which means costume galore which means MORE PICTURES be afraid, be very afraid
this is a collection of my thoughts and opinions. it is not based on factual evidence. any resemblance to real persons (living or dead), places, actions, events, illegal substances, orgies (real or imagined), countries, and/or government agencies is strictly coincidental and not intended by the author.
