again. when will i ever get over the pettiest things?hmm, can i break my promise? it’s JM. LOOOOOOOOOOOOOL.flipped is the new word. it sounds better than giddy and twiterpatted. ok. he still hurts me. unconsciously. of course, it would’ve been different if he knew. i mean, if i weren’t too shy about having a major…

hala natakot ako bigla. eto nanaman, these guys can’t get over my voice apparently. yaaaaaakkkk eeeewwww. i remember the first guy who called about my phone, lintek, he kept on flattering me, kesho nakaka-inlove boses ko, bagay sakin buhok ko (he asked for my fb acct), ang ganda ko raw, bullsheeet, para yata maka-discount WTH…

my friends are inviting me over for dinner but i couldn’t move an inch from my bed. wrong, i couldn’t move 10 meters without wanting to drag myself and plop back. it’s also my sister’s RD today and she wants to go out. i want to go out too! i want to eat world chicken…

why can’t i be someone special to you. you never reserve the dates we’ve talked about, then you’ll go bailing out on the last minute. it happens every time, and i feel stupid for ever looking forward to any of our ‘dates’. date as in usapan, for a lack of a better term. last priority…

remind me to QUIT posting my plans (or stuff i’m anticipating) in this blog. they never happen. instead of coming home with a wireless router and 5 grand, i came home with my pants and shoes soaked wet. no money, no router, just rainwater messing up with my mood. sacrifices. i was aching to go…

if this day goes well… i’m going home with cash and a wireless router. please Lord, pleaaasse. i’m bothered enough with what’s happening, i don’t know what to do. grabe, it happened twice already. why Lord, whyyyyy. i want my friends back. you take them away with the most uncompromising situation. sleeep, be my friend…