Jacqui: eh belinda, do me a favour pleaseeeeee :D
Me: whatsit?
Jacqui: can u please log into facebook and sign up for this game??? it's called it girl
Me: DUDE!!!
Jacqui: I NEED ONE MORE FRIEND TO GET A BOYFRIEND!!!!!!!!!!!
Me: HABIS MY REPUTATION IF I EVER HAD ANY
Jacqui: AIYA WHAT REPUTATION??? U NEVER SIGN IN!!!
Me: MY REPUTATION IS NOT PLAYING GAMES CALLED IT GIRL. OR FARM COW OR WHATVEER
Jacqui: COME ON!!!!!!!! LEMME GET MY BF THEN YOU CAN DELETE THE GAME
Me: OKAY FINEEEE
Me: OKAY CAN I DELETE NOW
Jacqui: NOOO! i haven't found my bf yet!!!!!!

We were only kids, we ran like water

I woke up with a bruise on my leg yesterday, a circular one approximately as big as index and thumb curled to touch, but I couldn’t remember hitting myself. And because I ask Google everything, I Googled it and got to a forum where people were discussing the signs of alien abduction and someone was talking about bruises on their inner thighs. TODAY I FOUND A BRUISE ON MY INNER THIGH. So for a minute, I was trying very hard to remember if I had strange dreams of disco lights and of stuff whirling around my shaking room and this post is mostly because I CAN’T BELIEVE I WAS ACTUALLY CONSIDERING ALIEN ABDUCTION.

In other news, I survived two weeks volunteering at the Mission’s secretariat office! Another two (six?) weeks to go, RAH.

Oh, and I finished The Time Traveler’s Wife and while the end was all kinds of heartbreaking and goosebumpy, everything before that behaved like an epic shovel of filler, ngl. I read that Audrey Niffenegger wrote the ending first and worked the rest of the story towards it, and it shows. But the ending totally emotionally manipulated me and overpowered everything else so it’s okay, hahaaa *facepalm*.


MILES-APART.NET 2004-2011; FOREVER-IF 2011-2012
A work in progress; she'll be better when she's older.

nightnight by deddy