Ever since my Tumblr got hacked….

I’ve been thinking about migrating to a new account. I love this Tumblr, but it blows to have all of these unwanted things posted here. (In case you didn’t know: This account was hacked. I haven’t posted anything here since this photo. Everything after that just magically appeared on my account, probably because of a hacker/phisher.)

And I can’t get myself to delete them because I am a big believer of funny memories and amusing things. Hihihihi. He posted some things from my “liked posts” + way too many photos of cupcakes and things I wouldn’t necessarily reblog, like that Westlife concert poster and my friend @hegemon’s face—It’s too enraging/funny to let go of.

I know it’s stupid, but for posterity’s sake, these hacked posts are here to stay. Though I might not be.

Evan and The Mosquito, Part 2

— Cess:
How's the mosquito?
— Evan:
I'm hunting it down. Gonna fry its wings with my torch.
— Cess:
(laughs) Okay.
— Evan:
It's large eh. It's a MILK -- Mosquito I'd like to KILL!!!

Spent my Friday night at The Fort.

Played Lego for hours :)

Come on, you guys, getting drunk at a party is so passe. (rolls eyes)

Last week, I almost died in the hospital.

I don’t really want to discuss it anymore. I’m still reeling from those crazy 9 days and I think maybe excessive Tumblr-ing today will help me recuperate. I kinda missed Tumblr, all I had in the hospital was bland food, cable TV and a lifestyle magazine with Bea Alonzo on the cover (Thanks, Mai and Pen!).

I wasn’t able to go online yesterday because, after weeks without connection problems, the Wi-Fi router suddenly realized that my hotel room is too far from it. UGH.

I feel like Charlotte in Lost in Translation.

I feel so alone, I am going to burst into pieces.

WHY I LEFT LAW SCHOOL. (Yes, people. I left. Deal with it.)

On spontaneity and devirginizing a sheet of paper

So, I’ve always been kinda annoyed every time I don’t get to fulfill what I’ve carefully written on my planner because it messes up my handwriting on the perfectly neat pages (for example, The Killers concert on the 31st). It feels like a sacrilege to make obvious erasures on a clean sheet of white paper, like deflowering an innocent virgin.

I’m really not used to having an erratic schedule, but it’s slowly growing on me. After all, the monotony of everyday routines have always bored me. I should learn to be more flexible, and I think I’m beginning to be. I’m learning the first step, which is letting go of my obsession with planners with neatly organized pages.

…Because I thought, hey there’s always those white correction markers that would give the illusion of cleanliness and perfection anyway.

Another pointless rambling.

I finished a whole pack of Flat Tops today.

NO LIE. These things are so addicting!

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