at laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaast

Yes, after so many months, I’ve decided to actually ‘revive’ my blog. One step I took is to change the layout because the previous one looked so emo and serious. It may make the readers think I’m an emotional and serious person which is definitely not true. My new layout kind of symbolizes me because…I don’t know. You guys tell me. I just picked this one because it reminds me of candy. Eating candies is one of my favorite things to do next to bullying.

You see, I’ve decided to revive this blog so as to keep my head from exploding. There’s just so much I want to tell you, guys, and they’re all inside my head. I just didn’t have, or still don’t, have the time and the will to do so. Right now I’m having summer classes, and it’s been the GC-est time of my college life so far because I suck at chemistry. I really have to push harder to make the grade. Yes, it means I do study every night.

Moving on, I revive this blog with one new simple rule for you guys to follow if you do want to live longer—or if you want to continue living with a complete set of vital organs.

Whatever you read from here stays here. You are not allowed to talk to me about whatever I will write in here personally, in facebook, or wherever UNLESS I was the one who started talking about it. Comment boxes have a purpose. Tell me what you want to tell me using those boxes.

That sounds awfully simple, right? My rule applies to just the contents of my blog (the posts, etc.) and not to the whole blog in general. You can face me personally and tell me, “Wow, your blog reminds me of the days when I still had my pancreas.” or something like that. However, you cannot walk up to me personally and say, “Your blog post last night was so dramatic that I almost had my rectum removed to share your pain.” Do you get it, guys?

Sorry for that rule, but I really feel awkward whenever people talk to me personally about my blog posts. What I post in cyberspace stays in cyberspace. It does not jump out of your computer screen and into your tongue for it to travel to my ears the next day.

So with that, I’m leaving. See you soon! :3

indifferent no more

It was a fateful night.
It proved me wrong.
I did miss you, and I still do.

I'm looking forward to seeing you guys again.

IT just happened to me

According to a lot of my UP Manila seniors, IT is normal. IT happens to everybody in our campus, and IT will happen to me. I hate to admit it, but they’re right. In fact, IT happened to me just this afternoon.

I was on my way to school using my usual route. Normally, I just walk along Taft Avenue from Padre Faura to Pedro Gil. I’ve gotten so used to this route that I have almost memorized most of the stalls along Taft. Moving on, when I was a few meters away from the gate, IT happened.

It all happened so fast. I was just walking toward school and minding my own business. The next thing I knew, a guy was in front of me and he placed his grubby hand on my necklace as if trying to snatch it! I gave out a loud and ‘awkward’ scream (I had tonsillitis). Then he suddenly walked off like nothing happened. I was just…dazed. I didn’t have the will to run after him or anything. I was trembling. I just checked to see if my necklace was still there. And yes, it was. It was broken though because of that stupid snatcher’s pull. I quickly looked for the pendant, but it wasn’t hanging from the chain anymore.

A stranger approached me and asked me what the snatcher managed to take from me. I told him I lost my pendant. And then he muttered something as if to make me feel better, but I was too dazed to comprehend anything. I just ignored him, and quickly walked inside the safe confines of my school.

I tried to find my block mates. I found them in our tambayan, exchanging knock knock jokes. With my poor necklace in hand, I approached them. But I didn’t feel like telling them what just happened. I wanted my crew (Erin, Erine, and Audrei) to be the first ones to know. So after listening to one of Danj’s knock knock jokes, I left our tambayan. I went inside our college. I first went inside the restroom. And sorry for sharing this, but I looked inside my shirt to see if the pendant managed to fall inside of my you-know-what. And it was there!! Hooray! Long live the person who invented special undergarments for females!

I was somehow relieved, but still shocked.

I went upstairs. There I found Erine and Audrei. Finally, I had the power to tell my shocking story.

Shortly after that, I called Ken and informed him. After telling him everything, I greeted him, “Happy Monthsary!!” He greeted me back. And then we both realized how ironic it was.

Looking at the bright side, at least I didn’t really lose my necklace AND I didn’t get hurt. I never thought it would happen to me, though. I had so much faith in my vigilance. But this day was an exception, I guess. I had fever and was suffering from another drug overdose (Thank you, Erythromycin). If I were fit enough then, I could have kicked that guy where it would hurt him the most.

indifference

I feel…indifferent

About a year ago, I posted something in my blog in Multiply. It was no ordinary post for it was rather expressive of my wants to leave high school and ditch a lot of people. I even made a pact to never come back, and except for that one time when I really HAD to go, I never broke that rule. I stayed away from that place as much as I could. I thought I had posted something like that because I was…tired of everything.

But now that almost a year has gone past me, I still feel the same. Wait, no. I no longer feel that way, because I feel indifferent. Yes, very indifferent. Back then, I was itching to leave because I was truly annoyed. Now, I am just glad to be out of that place. My assumptions were right, I AM happier now.

College has changed me a lot. From the way I dress to the way I speak. From how I write to how I highlight texts while reviewing. Almost everything has changed.

So why am I blogging about this now?

Because just last week came the realization, I am not missing anything. This may sound so cold, but I’m just being honest. No, I have not forgotten about the past. I still hold memories dear, and I still cherish all the friendships made back then. It’s just that I don’t feel the same anymore. Maybe it’s just because of the toxicity of school or something else. I really don’t know. I think it’s just how it should be. I have grown, and I have flown somewhere else.

joyce and the urban dictionary

I was surfing the net one morning when I remembered one of my classmates telling me about the urban dictionary online. So I went to the site and typed in my name. The results were pretty funny and shocking. Click here to see the results.

We're OK :)

Finally, we're together again! After our short cool off which lasted for approximately 2 days, we found out how hard it is to live without each other.

I just want to thank all my friends who helped me during my 'emo' days. Thank you for the hugs, the words of advice, the company, the jokes, and for the threats Ken received (Haha).

Ken and I learned a lot from this experience. I, for one, realized how strong the power of friendship is, and I'm really glad because I have some of the best people around as my friends. :) Thank you, thank you, thank you, guys. All of you deserve a big hug. >:D<

a favor

Friends, I need your help. :( My happiness is in danger...
Please pray for us. I really don't want to let him go. :(