day one.

day one: introduce yourself.

im a twentysomething year old white washed asian girl thats under five feet tall. i consider myself smart and i like to think im funny.. that or really awkward.

i have the age mentality of a sixteen year old girl. i have an addiction for teen pop culture. justin bieber? twilight? yea...

i have one younger sister. and yes. she is taller than me.

my two favorite words are pudding and serendipity. pudding is hilarious to say out loud and i believe in serendipity.

i love all types of music but most especially the ones from the old school r&b era.

ive had asthma since i was 13. i embrace this. some people think its weird and kind of nerdy. i guess thats what they teach us in the movies.

im addicted to chick flicks. old and new. my favorite one would have to be "shes all that." it was FPJ at his prime. hells to the yes.

i sell clothes to people. and i dress them in outfits that they normally wouldnt think up themselves. its kind of ironic because i cant seem to dress myself. classic leggings and oversized white tee. thats whats up.

im a god mother. and my niece is an angel. a damn cute one.

i dont trust people easily. its probably because ive learned people cant be trusted. i guess in some ways you can say im a bit of a cynic.

i like things that come in small packages or "sets." especially if they come in threes or fives. i dont know why but it catches my eyes always. and for some reason will always buy in bluk when i see a sign that says something like, "buy 3 for 5.99. reg 2.99/ea"

i may say i hate love. but lets be real.. im a hopeless romantic just like the rest of the sixteen year old girls.

yup! thats marzperez in a nutshell =)

game on.

almost doesnt count.

so ive been crying. all the time. out of the blue. its so. freaking. ANNOYING. tried to figure it out. obviously i couldnt. so i asked an old friend what is up.

shes so wise. sometimes i refuse to admit it to myself that im not okay. that im "better off" without some people. that i should be happy because im moving on. all signs point to yes. this is a good thing for me. but lets get one things straight: its not easy.

im working overtime to forget about my past decisions and although i regret none of them, i cant help but wish a little that things went differently. to make myself feel better i sometimes say, "hey marzperez! you almost had it." well, as the song goes.. almost doesnt count.

get it right.

easy there, emo kid. but im sure we can all relate in some way or another..

i will get it right.

hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

oh the lovers squabble. how much we love to watch. its almost a guilty pleasure of mine tbh. its kinda sick how i enjoy watching people suffer through verbal abuse.

saw one go down last night. its blog worthy. i will neither deny nor confirm that i dislike the person being verbally abused.

it happened so quickly. and in public. in front of all his friends. embarrassing, non? i am dying of laughter as i write this fyi.

"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE" - direct quote.

im not sure which ones worse: being publicly humiliated amongst your peers OR involving yourself with a crazy bitch (who btw is my hero).

the way i see it #5946:
karma is your bitch so bend over and take it like one.