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Here lies the reckless blogger....
Do you know why I fail miserably in introducing myself? No? Let me give you three reasons.
1. My full name is long and quite weird that it sometimes causes debate on how it's going to be pronounced. To ease the burden, let me make it simple. Friends, classmates, and others know me as JOYCE. Not JO or Joy. No, I am not a dish washing liquid soap. I am the plural form of Joy. My family and relatives calls me Utchee or Chee and other weird variations. It's brief history is this -- My dad chose it. Whatever the reason he has, I am not quite sure why. He might have been drunk for all I know.
2. In reality, I struggle with words. Yes when it's spontaneous as this I tend to be jittery and thus become too chatty. I also give out meaningless and useless piece of information like the one I gave out during our Pol Sci class. It was the first day and we were asked to introduce ourselves. Tell the class something unique the prof said. I ended up telling the whole class that I once fell in a manhole and that's how I got the scar in my left leg. Yes, it's safe to assume that I am accident prone. I am a klutz. And I got that from my dad's side (apart from the ill-shaped nose, fat fingers, manly feet, I'm almost like Mom --chinita, fair-skinned frivolous and somehow neurotic). But, perhaps I got good genes. I mean, my cousins ain't that bad. I might have been the only anomaly. I was born normal, one Sunday afternoon In the middle of the 12nn mass while the priest was performing the transfiguration. See, this part is where I'd like to skip. Anyway, my parents thought I was a boy. But viola! Let's save that for some other time shall we.
3. I can go on and on, really. Like for instance, I am a Leo and I like long walks on the beach. No, scratch the last part. Uhm, really by just reading by blog you would know that the world is just awesome! But I always see the glass half-empty, spilled and taste like a beer gone bad. So yeah, I write. I rant and wallow. Therefore, I am. I am here for no apparent reason whatsoever. Just passing some internet time.
Peace, Love and Rock N Roll
Ingrata
1. My full name is long and quite weird that it sometimes causes debate on how it's going to be pronounced. To ease the burden, let me make it simple. Friends, classmates, and others know me as JOYCE. Not JO or Joy. No, I am not a dish washing liquid soap. I am the plural form of Joy. My family and relatives calls me Utchee or Chee and other weird variations. It's brief history is this -- My dad chose it. Whatever the reason he has, I am not quite sure why. He might have been drunk for all I know.
2. In reality, I struggle with words. Yes when it's spontaneous as this I tend to be jittery and thus become too chatty. I also give out meaningless and useless piece of information like the one I gave out during our Pol Sci class. It was the first day and we were asked to introduce ourselves. Tell the class something unique the prof said. I ended up telling the whole class that I once fell in a manhole and that's how I got the scar in my left leg. Yes, it's safe to assume that I am accident prone. I am a klutz. And I got that from my dad's side (apart from the ill-shaped nose, fat fingers, manly feet, I'm almost like Mom --chinita, fair-skinned frivolous and somehow neurotic). But, perhaps I got good genes. I mean, my cousins ain't that bad. I might have been the only anomaly. I was born normal, one Sunday afternoon In the middle of the 12nn mass while the priest was performing the transfiguration. See, this part is where I'd like to skip. Anyway, my parents thought I was a boy. But viola! Let's save that for some other time shall we.
3. I can go on and on, really. Like for instance, I am a Leo and I like long walks on the beach. No, scratch the last part. Uhm, really by just reading by blog you would know that the world is just awesome! But I always see the glass half-empty, spilled and taste like a beer gone bad. So yeah, I write. I rant and wallow. Therefore, I am. I am here for no apparent reason whatsoever. Just passing some internet time.
Peace, Love and Rock N Roll
Ingrata
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