| May 17, 2007 |
shhhhhhht
if i go down, i just have to look in the mirror and know exactly why.
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| May 16, 2007 |
seriously.
you can only do so much. andd without proper guidance, proper time management, proper respect, proper everything, everything is nothing, efforts are not appreciated. efforts are failures. period. |
| May 10, 2007 |
could you hear me cough?
well, should you? are you supposed to? at least, i think so. even i weren't this cold. did you know i'm sick? do you know what's wrong with me? and i'm the one being thrown these kind of labels. like i said. it's like you're just talking to yourself. discussing your faults in front of me. and if i am coughing blood later, i know you won't be the first to worry. surely, you won't be the first to know if i have anything to say about it. like before, somebody has to order you to bring me soup and visit me. how dare. |
| May 8, 2007 |
senseless\
after rushing three weeks of product mixes for three days (actually impossible if you include sleeping, talking, eating, and breathing in your itinerary), i m finally energy-less. as in, zero, zilch, nada. i have nothing. even though a long talk with the original ca409 cast members at gh the promenade hyped me up for three hours, my head is screaming for sleep. we are planning to move. and, maybe, planning indirectly, for a party house. or gossip house. yes, that's more like it. since, we did not but yesterday. at least, it's about ourselves and the immediate group. i miss sleep. --- congrats, rose. |
| May 2, 2007 |
signage
once, i wanted to quit my former job (which, come to think of it, i actually should have if not for the shame of being overbearing,) i asked for a sign (yes, i do that) whether i should or shouldn't. i was absent, for the nth time, got hungry and went down the apt to go to seven-eleven looking for something to waste my money on. (yes, it's wasting my money because i don't even call food there food, it like paper. you stuff it to feel full for 5 minutes. after five minutes, it's over.) i ended up buying newsweek and lung killers. (good girl.) at least newsweek compensated for my vices. what's with newsweek. post-grad stuff. not here in the country. my mom has been harassing me for about a year. just that i want to do it when i'm prepared and i saw one of the school's prospectus for journ, i got so bored. either ma or i'm taking up another course. anyway, see? a sign. but i didn't follow. immediately, anyway. but still. that is why i believe in those kinds of stuff. that is why, now, i'm taking to heart a sign i encountered a few weeks ago. i don't even think it's subtle. it's one of those neon pink with yellow buls around it in impact 120 font, bold. all caps. underlined. with quotation marks. now, i'm getting too corny. --- i have been enslaving myself for two weeks now. somebody win me a break! |
| April 23, 2007 |
teka, ha? sandali lang. sandali lang talaga... di ko magets e magkakawrinkles na ko sa kakaintindi e. --- i'm not really supposed to understand anything about this. hell. i'm not even in the position to get it. just, hay. this is, technically, you know. i am so not making sense. just that if i could choose for you, it would not be that. but, hell, it is your life. so, good luck with head dress person. |
| April 20, 2007 |
1. DREAM NAME: |
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