on-bored

when boredom strikes...

i faked account, i had one in fb. a lot of people wanted to be friends with the faked-me. hmm, i guess i am more fun when i am not with myself (does that make sense?). people do love my comments, postings and they even lined up to chat with me. although, i pissed them off sometimes. there's this one instance that a friend (of course he didn't know that we are) was so angry he threatened to sue me. i did nothing, hmm, well, except that i made fun of his pictures and i think he must not like it (haha). hey! i did it to entertain people. or i am just lack of attention.

i blog, write everything what's on my head. i have this thing on my mind that i will show this blog to my future grandchildren (will they be proud me?) or i'll compile it ten years later. no one in my family knows about it, well, at least not until now.

i chat. a lot. my hands are as talkative as my mouth.. i can be the naughtiest, mind you, but i chooses the right recipient (mind that norina and sam and chacha), i can be a picture of decorum also. it depends on who's on the other end.

i scribble on notebooks and journals. it's messy as hell. it looks like an atlas slash dictionary slash recipe books slash diary slash comics mixed up together.

daydreaming, i have been impregnated by patrick dempsey a hundred times, bedded brad pitt, interviewed by oprah, dine with the queen, prince william's other woman... and if i write all of them, i could write a book as thick as thesaurus. and oh! i won miss universe. twice!

i stare at the mirror and watched how pretty i am..

i cry, i even pinched myself just to cry (i'm not emotional so it's hard for me to shed tears). it's a therapy. is it?

i imagine how am i gonna look when i am dead. who would cry? who will hurt the most?.. how many people will be there in my burial. will it be raining then? etc. etc.

i memorize poems on the walls... i could still rant "live life to the fullest" and "the lord is my pace setter" until now. it was pasted on my tiyo dodo's wall and i learnt it by heart during grade school. it's when everytime mama and tatay was in the city and i need to spent my lunchtime there.

i read deodorant's and talcum's ingredients word for word...

i mock other people. like i imagine to confront them face to face.

watch movies and television series, rewind the scenes that touches my heart, memorize qoutes.

read books and get in-love with fictional characters.

and i E.A.T. does it make less obvious when i separate the letters? :(

life could be boring, and it's up to you on how to amuse yourself. you just find ways on how to make use of your spare time. do it yourself! sounds porny.

- and yeah i am weird!