the consequences of being friends with phoebe yeung

facebook shall not be my home

sitting here... i dun even know where i am...
where am i, phoebe?

phoebe says, "where are you... i duno...hehehe ... we're lost... mmemmehee"
(ppl in this computer lab are staring at us like we're weirdos... see this is why U of T is no fun. they jus don't know how to have fun in computer labs."
*phoebe laughs uncontrollably*

so here's the story.
i got on the TTC to come downtown to go on a date with this miss yeung. and she brings me to this computer lab where you have to get in using a card beeping thing. we get on the computer and she types in: facebook.com. dun dun dun...
so to make this story shorter than it already is. we couldn't get the confirmation email that would make me a real member of the facebook "i'm so cool" club.
*phoebe's cheeks hurt from smiling too much while trying to refrain from laughing out loud*

so i shall repeat with confidence

FACEBOOK SHALL NOT BE MY HOME

though, phoebe's home was my home for a while.

this dragon fruit became the symbol of happiness for ages to come