When I’m Bored
I have these moments (one too many of them I say) where I’m absolutely bored and don’t feel like doing anything. It’s not like I have nothing to do. Oh no, I have readings for class, homework, exams to study for, update my blog, all sorts of good things, but I just get into one of those moments where I don’t feel like doing anything except laugh at (mostly stupid) jokes and things.
F*** My Life (FML)
This is one of my favorite new sites to visit. Most of the things written are pretty funny (if you’re the mean type like me who like to laugh at other people’s miseries), but I also read them to remind myself that there are worse things happening to other people, that I’m not alone. Shit happens. Seriously.
Today, I saw my ex-girlfriend across the street. I was walking with a girl whom I’d been hooking up with and wanted to make my ex-girlfriend jealous. I kissed her and she immediately smacked me. I got a “ha-ha” text message from my ex. FML
Today, I was passing a building and saw a fat, ugly person inside. I started to laugh and noticed it was my reflection. FML
FAIL Blog
Just a collection of humorous pictures, from the same blog network as LOL cats (I can has cheezburger?). I guess looking at photos and videos of other people/things/places failing makes me feel better. Wow, I never realized how pessimistic I was. I need to find some new hobbies and hang around more chirpy people.
My Mom is a Fob
I don’t think you’ll understand this fully unless you have fobby Asian parents. But even if you don’t, I suppose the stuff they say (or rather, capable of messing up on) is unbelievable. Visit My Dad is a Fob for even more fobby humor.
Just after my parents got married and my mom had only been in the states about 2 years, they went to dinner with my dad’s co-worker and his wife. The check came and there was talk of who would pay the bill. My mom had just recently learned a new term and proudly announced, “LET’S ALL DOUCHE!!!”
I had been single for quite sometime so my mom confronted me about my credit card statement.
Mom: I saw your credit card statement and one entry had “Fall Out Boy” for $80.
Me: Yeah, so?
Mom: Are you calling gay sex hotline?
Me: What is wrong with you?!!! They are tickets for a concert!






