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ohai. my name is linda and i rawr at things. I just moved to dallas from omaha, ne. So i has no friends. *Inserts epic sad face* So im totally down to frolick naked through the woods with you... as long as its in dallas.
i <3 guitar, sketching, painting, singing, bum fighting, public urination, muay thai and guys with guitars that hella kick ass at it.
my babies:
Ibanez gio
seagull mini jumbo
FILL THIS OUT.
I'm tired of having stickam guys blindlessly chasing after me for an E-relationship. I want something REAL and cute. If you live in the dallas/ ft worth area fill out my q & a and cram it with the most wit and satire that you possibly can and message it back to me. intelligence = epic turn on.
Name:
Age:
Location:
Height:
Weight:
How would you describe your personality?
Are you a badass or an asshole?
Do you consider yourself sensitive/ overly emotional?
How often have you cried within the past year?
I'm tiny and i rawr at things. I'm 5'1" of fury. Is that cool with you?
Do you like the rain?
And would you play in it with me?
If you ever met me in real life at a show what would your reaction be?
and what would you do/say to get my attention?
When i eat I sometimes get my septum ring or tongue ring stuck on pop cans or eating utensils. would you be a total dickhead or would you find it hella adorable and help me out?
If we ever had sex how would you do me the first time: rough & hardcore or would you do me softcore and then cry afterwards?
Do you have a southern drawl or an accent when you speak?
and do you say "ya'll" or "you guys"?
If i ever wanted to get back into muay thai/ kickboxing/ cage fighting and i came home with a black eye, broken nose and a fat lip... would you still kiss me on the forehead and tell me "You're gorgeous, babe." and cuddle with me till i fell asleep?
Are you the jealous/possesive type at all?
What are you thoughts on flirting with other people?
Are you a hopeless romantic?
What was your first word to say as a kid? (Mine was "fuck". No. Seriously. It was.)
If you had a plate of burger king and a plate of mcdonalds's and you're about to die from a broken cock, from my doing... (I'm not allowed to have nice things, because i break them.) which one would you choose to eat as your last meal?
Are you into dogs?
Do cats make you wanna beat the crap out of them with a bag full of heavy duty dildos?
I have 6 ear piercings, my tongue, my lip and septum pierced and i refuse to take them out. Is that cool with you?
Piercings and GOOD tats, not the stupid kind are epic turn ons.
Do you have any piercings or tats?
And what do you have?
Are you a musician of any sort?
What do you play?
And would you serenade me to sleep?
If you play the guitar are you pretty gnarly at it?
and if you are... would you help me be badass at it to?
Would it bother you if i played YOUR guitar naked in your living room?
I cant write you an epic song yet, but if i created a masterpiece and drew you an amazing portrait peice of you and me smiling at each other... would you still go "awww...."?
If you took me on a date what would your idea of our perfect date be?
Do you like to cuddle?
And would you cuddle with me?
If i wanted to pop the zits on your back out of boredom would you let me?
How often would you call me a week just to talk on the phone?
What are your thoughts on texting over phone calls?
I'm asian and full blooded vietnamese... so i naturally know how to cook. (not to be stereotypical) Would you be willing to try out viet food if i made it for you?
I sometimes talk with a slight lisp because of my tongue ring, would you find it cute?
Would you hold my hand in public?
Would you kiss me and tell me that you missed me?
Would you hold me and never let go?
Could i be the girl that you cant stop thinking about?
And if you play, are you gonna play for keeps?
MEANING BEHIND TAT
THE STORY BEHIND IT:
Me and my friend deryck were really hardcore about muay thai, kickboxing, training and tournaments, and etc... Day in and day out we trained together, sacrificing everything. Everyday we sheded blood, sweat and tears. Except he was more hardcore about it than I was... The guy taught me everything I knew... He was like my freaking brother and we were the most badass best friends that you ever knew... My record is 27 wins to 3 loses. His... 51 to 2.
I ummm.. have only been doing it for 7 years. He was 24 and had been doing it for 17 years... Were both college students at the local university and amazing fighters... muay thai, gan teora, thai boxing, kickboxing, grappling, boxing, brazilian jujitsu... you name it... we were both black belts in each. He wanted "the dream" and he went for it.... where as I just wanted to have a normal life and just get my masters degree and move on in my life...The guy was amazing. He competed in the IKF (international kickboxing federation) and took home a heavweight belt nationally 4 years in a row... He actually ended up qualifying for the UFC... So I threw a HUGE party that night to celebrate him taking the UFC on... you know... college party, kegger, 60 people crammed into my house... the usual.
So I was talking to deryck.. and was listening to him talk about his classes. He's a history major... Like this guy is completely entralled with history, anthropology, sociology, and theology... But I've always liked listening to him and having philosophical debates with him.... a guy that's attractive, hilarious, and actually able to articulate some stimulating thoughts.. the badass on campus... everybody liked him... anyways he was going on about he's classes... and his secret affair with history. Apparantly he was doing a lot of reading on his own just for his own curiosity and finishing random history books to feed his hunger and making him into this wierd walking massive brain... He was talking bout how he was fascinated by this ancient civilizations book:
" So I came across this tattoo in this book, Linda and i wanna get it done."
"yea?"
"There used to be this really obscure ancient mayan tribe... almost an unheard chapter of its own. But they were ancient mayan warriors that lived by the three rules of honor, courage and perserverence... symbolized by three marks. They would actually go to battle to prove themselves worthy as warriors... and after they came back from battle they would hold a ritual to bear the mark of the three, the mark of a warrior. It was considered a high honor to be considered for the ritual in itself and to bear the mark in itself. Let me show you it."
"Three blocks? huh, that's fuckin sick, man. I like the meaning behind it. That'd look awesome on you."
"I honestly think I deserve to bear this mark... I've busted my ass off for 17 years. I've cried blood, sweat and tears, man and I've got nothing else to give."
"To be honest with you, I totally think you deserve it... Go for it, man. I think it's badass, deryck."
So it was getting late and he was heading out. I was checking to make sure he was good to drive. From what i saw he was more sober than anybody else there and good to go. The only problem with that was that i was inebriated and my judgement was out of commision. I can only say I feel so guilty that I let him go... that for the longest time I felt like it was my fault. That it should of been me... He passed away that night. The same nite we were celebrating his win, we lost him... He ended up driving his car off a bridge after he left.
The same exact day he passed away I went to go get his tat done. I guess it was because I felt a little guilt that I let him go that night. But mainly it was because those were the last words he spoke to anyone before he left and I was the last person he talked to before he died... I really just felt obligated as his best friend to carry out his last wish and his last words that he spoke. Because I think thats what he'd want me to do. Out of everyone else, he'd want me to bear his mark... Everytime I look at it, it brings the thought of him to life and I reminiscence bout the time I met him when I was 11. I start drifting off in my own little world and he brings a smile on my face. I'm not gonna lie I'm tearing up as I write this... but I just want to bring the tat and deryck's memory justice. He doesnt deserve the "butchered, shortened, half ass version of the story" that everybody asks for... cuz I refused to give it to them... Ugh... dammit I can't get my eyes to stop... GAWD.
So I once knew a guy and his name was deryck. But you'll never get to know him... All you need to know was that he was more amazing than you'll ever realized. I really missed you, man. You don't even know how much you effected me.
...It was once stated in the chaos theory that a typhoon halfway across the world can be caused by the flutter of a butterfly's wings...
<3 Forever in your memory...
-Linda Nguyen
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