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We were made to draw stuff on masks which would show our true personality, and then write at the bottom, I am ___________ (insert adjective). I didn’t put anything so I placed, I am LAZY.

Anyway, on another piece of paper I wrote, I AM A WEEDER (I’m totally kidding, okay) and showed it to my blockmates who didn’t believe I was just kidding.

Related: on the first day of classes one of my blockmates approached me randomly, tapped me on the shoulder, and told me, “Joy, are you stoned?”

Oh my gosh do I look like a druggie?

Said someone ran hands (THE TWO!!!) over the skin behind my calves. I was about to kick said someone’s hands out of the way when I looked around and saw said someone was probably 3, female, and just playing with the denim of my pants.

I cannot say I was not disappointed, though.

(That was a joke. Laugh now.)

Anyway, I’m with my best friend now. We just got home after spending roughly 8 hours inside the mall. We got lost about 9 times, asked a guard for directions for roughly 5, and went around in circles thrice; which, you know, is an amazing feat considering 3 out of the 8 aforementioned hours were used to watch The Tourist (and I didn’t sleep! Props to myself!).

(Got this from christieisms)

10. I swallowed my tooth. Once. It was during the tennis open. One minute I was eating double cheese and pepperoni pizza while watching Andy Roddick and the next I was eating double cheese and pepperoni pizza while watching Andy Roddick — with one less tooth. (TMI? Yes? Sorry.)

9. I’m not fun. (Was that fun?)

8. I have loved ketchup ever since I had the capability to love. I would eat it with everything. I would post here what I eat it with but that won’t be too fun, either.

7. I sleep with my eyes half-open.

6. Speaking of, if you look at my half-open eyes when I’m sleeping, you’ll see a tiny mole on the inside of my right upper eyelid.

5. I haven’t slept yet. I’ve had a grand total of 16 hours of sleep ever since the first day of this year. (This was not fun also.)

4. When I’m on a plane, all I do normally is write on my laptop, watch the Doha Debates, and play Who Wants to be a Millionaire. (Jeez I’m as boring as they go.)

3. I can write legibly in that mirror handwriting shiznit. You know, the way Da Vinci did it.

2. I can transition from the guyest guy ever to the ladiest lady in the world. And be good at it. I think.

1. I can still do the split.

I’m just kidding.

Ye gads, BRB calling my parents up and going to complain to them why I’m nothing but a waste of cyber - and uncyber(?) - space. I can’t even type words and formulate coherent thoughts. I’m not fun. I’m sorry for wasting your time.

Fortunately, you didn’t. Because you didn’t read this. I hope you didn’t.

I have a joke! Myself.

P.S. Why do they call it “unlike” in Facebook? Shouldn’t it be dislike? Because as far as I know, unlike means unequal or different. Dislike is the opposite of like. Right? Right? Please tell me I’m wrong so I can vanish again.

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(or was it yesterday? LOL I have terrible time-space continuum issues) on my way home and I saw this dude sitting at the farthest end of the vehicle. He was alone (which was okay) and talking to himself (which, seeing as how I do that almost all the time in public, was okay too).

However, said dude was talking to himself using sign language.

And if that wasn’t weird enough, he looked at me (I was staring at him) and said in sign language, “hahaha.”

I still honestly don’t get what just happened. All I know is that this place is filled with people more deranged than I am, and that’s incredible.

Also, people should stop complaining about Facebook’s new look again. You guys say it every time Zuck comes up with a new layout. It’ll grow on us. Hopefully.

Also also, sometimes I get scared when I think of what’ll happen to Facebook when it becomes the new Friendster. It’ll be point blank again.

Screw coherency I’m thinking as I type here.

(Insert irrelevant GIF)

because it’s Cainta. And everyone knows that’s on the eastern part of the metro.

I said upper because it’s almost Antipolo. And everyone knows Antipolo’s above most cities.

I AM SO SMART I CAN’T EVEN

Okay just kidding. And I watched the movie at MOA.

We watched The Social Network today and oh my goodness it made me want to shift to ComSci or MIS or whatever course that involved programming. It was a good film and I am now dreaming of becoming the next Zuckerberg only not in the social networking business. I don’t know which business venture I want yet.

Anyway, if the portrayal of Zuckerberg was precise, then forgive me for saying this but Zuckerberg was an asshole who had attention disorder and who spoke too fast because he had too much to say and he didn’t have time to process all his thoughts which is why he seemed like a dick.

He reminds me of… me, in a way. Only, you know, without the male genitalia and the adam’s apple and the ability to hack into servers and get an amazing GPA to get into Harvard.

Come to think of it, he doesn’t remind me of myself at all aside from the fact that he sometimes acts like a dick.

Bottomline? I wanna be a billionaire so freaking bad. (No, I so wasn’t thinking of the song. Decide whether or not I’m lying.)

In other other news… I’m in the toilet seat typing this all down. Fully clothed. Do not even think.

Before I got home today, he asked me to canvas/s (what’s the verb?) for an optical mouse so I went to CDR King in exchange for him picking me up because it was about to rain. He agreed then we went to McDo after.

We paid for our own orders okay!! (Just kidding not exactly, he paid for my Coke Float.)

Anyway, after that I went to his room because he had it redecorated and I haven’t left since. He let me watch the 4th season of Big Bang Theory and the 6th season of Bones and right now he’s in his bed because he’s about to sleep and I’m in the sofa bed not being able to concentrate on something that looks like an entry because this song by Boyzone is interfering with my train of thought.

Apparently, my brother thinks that the only lullaby he will need is a playlist of the boy bands of the 90s. I’m not exactly complaining, though.

WOW WAS RONAN KEATING THAT HANDSOME THEN?

Everything I say is being totally irrelevant right now. Oh yay, Flavo(u)r of the Weak! I always loved this song.

I’m also chatting with the mother right now, let’s see if she’s going to be uncharacteristically serious right now or downright funny. I MISS MY MOM.

feasting on a chocolate dip because this condo unit I’m currently trapped in (by the sun’s intense heat, no less) has no food except for that pitchi-pitchi which is made out of coconuts which, if you didn’t know (and I’m assuming you never did), I don’t like.

So yeah. I’m eating this chocolate dip.

With a fork. (I hate spoons too. I was kidding.)

Why I’m telling you this, I have no idea.

I want to go home. I have a blog post about the Metrocon to write and a gazillion pictures to upload and I can’t do all those here.

Shutting up now.

Hello YFC Tumblr Meet-up people! :)

I admire the hands of the basketball players (not implying anything sexual here which I presume you’re already thinking of, you dirty minded person, you!). See, they had to sign a gajillion posters and stuff for everyone who wanted to have their things signed, yours truly included.

Geez I could be a total fangirl when I set my mind into it.

So anyway, I had a picture with everyone! Ryan Buenafe was kind enough to have two pictures with me even though it was explicitly stated to only have one per player.

Screw the rules, I make my own. I’m going to be a world dominatrix.

Where was I?

Oh, I was in the taxi earlier and I paid the driver a thousand peso bill for a hundred peso rate and
we were both freaking out inside the taxi because he wasn’t sure he had enough change for me.

And yeah, the sky was funny a while ago. I should stop hanging out with Janvic, I keep seeing strange things in the sky. Strange phallic things.

WAIT! There’s one more! I saw callherhollywood! She walked right in front of me. Cool.

I can only wish I were. I am not. In fact, I’ve been regularly gaining weight due to my slightly very unhealthy eating patterns which encompasses eating fast food at least twice a week.

Yep, I’m still a fat ass.

And yep, you have to worry. Don’t worry that I’m getting fat, worry that when you open my stomach, you’ll see undigested french fries and burger patties and onion rings because they’re full of preservatives and they could probably form a food colony in my stomach if I don’t do anything about it (e.g. eat healthily).

That being said, I’m craving for a Red Ribbon right now.

With very little love,
Me.

from what I remember, the internet was dial-up then.

I guess that’s why 11 year olds are rampant all over the internet, it’s because the technology is handled over to them easily. They don’t even have to hear the “ugnnnn bee-booooop tch ew ew ewwwww” of the dial-up connection!

Kids these days. Having everything in the blink of an eye. TSK.

Okay fine. So maybe I’m not the right person to have a say on these stuff. I’m not too far from their age. :|

Bitch, please. Don’t get your ego too inflated. It was a dare; if you wanted to experience something better and more entertaining (at least for your humongous head), you should’ve just did us all a favour and jumped off Bellarmine’s 3rd floor window.

On a completely unrelated note, I saw Nico Salva and Justin Chua and the others today. They’re.. tall okay!!!