7.11.2003
 
Damn. Even Jesus wouldn't want to be my friend if you saw me last night. From the afternoon onward every female member of the family manifested their own personal OCDs. It was quite annoying. Poor Tyler had to be the only one I could bitch to about the situation.

What made it worse was that I was in no mood to go out later that night to go watch the recent pirate movie. Grr. Instead, I was stuck in the house, alone with the two grandmas. Who wouldn't stop talking about my weight. I hate filipino/asian bluntness. One of the reasons why I don't show as much respect to my elders as I should; all the elder family members delight in giving me backhanded compliments. Or try to talk me into becoming a doctor. Again.

And for pure randomness (again, this is the subject that two people suffering from single-life-disorder talk about the most...):

Eh... scratch that. I don't want to seem like the typical horny teenager that I've just recently turned into.

Hell, I have yet to sleep since my two hour nap from 9pm. I think I'll do just that. G'nighters... erm, morning?

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