Sleeptalking and Faceplanting

Fun things happened these days.

Recently, I went over to my friend's house for a sleepover. We watched a movie, played poker, and went to sleep. Nothing out of the ordinary, really (except for the part where we went to sleep).

Next morning, my friends started bragging about how I was sleep talking. Something about a strawberry, and a bunch of words that were meaningless. They also claim to have heard me getting scared by the alarm. I don't remember any of this, but I wasn't really surprised. My mom sometimes wakes me up at night, telling me I was screaming my donkey off, looking for a 'Marco'. All right. Totally cool.

Here's another fun event that happened: a faceplant.

Faceplant (AKA nose dive) is the act of falling on your face in a humurous fashion; the act of planting your face on the ground.

Anyways, my friend decided to go get this ball inside a hockey court. He jumped over the fence, threw the ball out, and then tried to jump back out. You see, the keyword here, is 'tried'.

The moment he noticed he tripped, it was too late.
He was already making his descent towards the concrete floor.











To make a long story short, he wasn't seriously hurt.
However, I have to admit, it was quite funny.

Today's lesson?
Don't pretend to be Mexican...
...unless you're a Mexican.

Now don't get offended. It's a compliment. AND A JOKE.

Forgetfulness + Laziness = ?

Hello!
Long time no post! (3 months?)

Well, you see, I had forgotten about my blog.
About last month, a friend came up to me and asked why I wasn't posting anymore. I'm sorry. I think I mentioned it before in one of the posts, but I'll say it again. I have terrible memory. The fact that I have a blog is forgettable, just like any other thing. That's how memory works. You see, you remember, you forget.


Ah. During the 3 month period of which I haven't drawn me, I kinda forgot how I drew me. Hopefully it's similar, but I'm not happy with it.

Anyway, some might be wondering why I'm posting now if I was reminded last month. In a nutshell, I'm lazy.

I kept on saying
"Ah, later, later..."
or
"Maybe tomorrow..."
or
"I'll do it someday..."


...and again, that's just how life is. You get lazy.
Now don't tell me you're not lazy. Get a life.

...and just kidding. :)

I'll try to post at least one post every month...
...or at least remember.


Forgetfulness + Laziness = Fun
Forgetfulness + Laziness = Life
Forgetfulness + Laziness = Jae

Fly, Soda, Fly

Today was a rather normal Friday. It WAS.
Today was one of my friend's birthday (It's Sunday, but we had a surprise party today). We lured him to a park, where we surprised him, and then ate pizza and soda. When we were done, there was an extra big bottle of soda left. This Mexican decided to carry it.

This guy, (who was obviously not the brightest lightbulb in the house) decided to shake the soda, so that whoever got to open it next would be in for a surprise. Well, more of a bath. Whatever.

So we were going to the theater to watch a movie. We were crossing the street, and the Mexican pretended that the soda bottle was some sort of baseball bat.

Then, he dropped the bottle.

Pop went the bottle cap at the moment of impact.











The bottle went flying, while using it's pressurized soda as rocket fuel. It hit a car and went skyrocketing, only to fall again later and to get stepped by all cars after that.

The driver of the car that got hit by the bottle got confused of what just hit his car, and stopped after driving a couple of yards more. Then, it just went, as if nothing happened.

Everyone clapped.
It was truly awesome.

Today's lesson: Don't trust a Mexican with something.


Just kidding. Mexico is awesome too.

Be Happy

※ This post is a filler. ※

May is over.
Vacations are only two weeks away!


I'm so happy.
Hope everyone else is happy too.
Be happy.

Have a happy June everyone!

Mexican Faller

I have this Mexican friend.
He likes cake. Just like me.




Anyways, he is Mexican. No, he's not the stereotypical bad*ss Mexican that jumps borders or has five doses of speed every day. That's only 4% of the Mexican population.

JUST KIDDING. People, it's a joke. If it wasn't funny, sorry. If you were offended, sorry. Just don't sue me.


Anyways, this particular Mexican is different. He always tells me of his 'Mexican instincts', some of them involving whether it would rain or not in the next few hours (which is quite obvious since it is cloudy and stuff).

He is famous for having a tendency of falling from his chair in class. He slants backwards in his chair, the chair slips, he falls, he fails. This had already happened over five times in the last few weeks, and every time he did, we would just laugh.

Here's a quote he said himself when he fell:
"F*** you, gravity."


But seriously, if you fall that many times, you usually learn a lesson. This particular guy DOESN'T. If you are reading this, just know this. You have issues. Get some treatment. No cake until then.

Just kidding. Have all the cake you want.
But seriously get treatment.

So yes, he is a cool friend, and he's a nice guy.
He likes nachos.

Singing?!

I take music in my school.
One fateful day, I decided to pick up the music microphone and sang something. My music teacher was all like "Hey! You can sing!" Then he told me that I should sing for the next music performance. Oh, no.

You see, singing is not my thing. Yes, I guess I can get the notes right, but I still sound like as if I just had a dose of crack. Also, I kind of have stage fright. That's why I usually play something like the piano or percussion which people would hear and care less about. But no, I had to sing. Moreover, I'm the type of guy that can't say no to other people that easily. Even though I didn't actually want to sing, I had to. I did.

Today was the performance. The curtains opened, the band started playing, and I started singing. I saw hundreds of people watching me, and I got nervous. VERY NERVOUS.


I started shaking and stuff. Probably everyone watching noticed it as well. Nevertheless, I kept singing. After what seemed like two years and a half, the song was over. I went backstage, where I died.


Although I died, I was happy that everything was over. My friends told me I did good, which added to my happiness. I was also kind of happy that I sort of overcame my stage fright. Oh, god, I don't want to sing again...


...or do I?

Just Random

Nothing interesting is happening these days.
No one jumped off the roof, tripped into a recycling bin, or decided to run around the school naked for half an hour until the school principal suspended him. None of that.
Nothing interesting is coming to my mind either. So not that many posts these days.

The internet is killing me. Well, it was killing me. They (as in some weird internet worker dudes) finally came to my house to fix it. Now it is fully operational 24 hours a day. Hooray.

So today, I will literally write about random things that just come up to my mind.

I think this girl laid a curse on me. I mentioned this before, but let me go in detail. I think she is a witch. She makes these random predictions and they come true. I believe she cursed me for not being able to draw her hair well.

She likes chocolate. She thinks it's sexy.


My English teacher is funny. He always has this sort of monotonous tone, which I like. He always says the weirdest stuff and has the strangest sense of humor. I like it. No, I am not gⓐy.

FUN FACT! I'm eating blueberries right now.

Llama's are awesome. You just want to poke them in their nose or something like that. They'd spit at you, but whatever. I want to own a fuzzy llama.

I'm done with the blueberries now.

The cake is a lie.


Sorry about all that.
I hope something happens soon, whether it's a nuclear food fight or a science class sulfuric acid fail. Anything.