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ok now i am wishing i didnt have to come here and waste 6 hours of my life away net surfing and a little of spying.. ok curiousity check.. i await the time for PARTY BOY comes to pick me up and whisk me away from this lovely office i succumb to each dying day of my life.. and to which as of late i have been sharing in the arms of a PARTY BOY.
i could need advice... i am attending a wedding this saturday right before COMBO 1's gig at magnet high street with PARTY BOY. . a wedding of whom PARTY BOY and i went to school with.. the bride is an awfully sweet person and i havent seen her in years.. a book for the future: keeping your jolog composure in the company of jimmy choos.
taxi and autoload is draining my pockets badly.
now why PARTY BOY? of all things i could name him.. PARTY BOY and i werent just the college buddies hanging out having a cigarette in between classes, having lunch and stuff like that.. well we did that sort of thing definitely. and not did we troop out to gigs, dropping vowels at that now defunct QC club..
oo QC pwede ko namang banggitin yung pangalan diba?
back in the day, PARTY BOY and i had a falling out nang dahil sa kanyang pagiging partyboy.. i thought he changed he thought i was confused.. although PARTY BOY considered the thought of me without me knowing, i never entertained the idea of screwing nor even making out with PARTY BOY then and evvverr!.. his then girlfriend became a genuinely dear friend to me or so i consider.. so all romantic and carnal thoughts of PARTY BOY and i were kaput. yet nevertheless and abefore all the uds-uds came into view PARTY BOY was jolog metal.. simpleng isip.. kenkoy laaaftrip.. he was home to me.. pwes ang season 1.
lumala sa pagiging party boy ang PARTY BOY. dropped a lot of weight and formed a handsome boy side project rock band playing the best of crap..nuf sed. we parted ways yet running into each other at big sky and wherever was always a treat that hit home... i went thru my shitholes of life and relationships and so did he.. hence ang season 2.
season 3... nagsimula nung ininjan ko sha sa afterparty ng shadows fall.. kung sa totoo lang paminsan minsan kong pagtripan si PARTY BOY yet i never got myself to doing it.. at bunga ng aking pagkainjanera..hampas na malakas sa batok..gusto mo sha gago halikan mo na kase
now its 530 and i barely had crap done here at the office but put up an excel for my contacts. incase my forgetfulness and drunken or carnal stupor bludgeons my life away carelessly.. yup. life.. contacts are life. i shall l be explaining to you the many meanings of the phrase contacts are life..
i've been seeing PARTY BOY everyday since and so far it hasnt seemed like a bad thing.. a new thing maybe.. an old thing definitely.
ok that's it i'm bored.
i could need advice... i am attending a wedding this saturday right before COMBO 1's gig at magnet high street with PARTY BOY. . a wedding of whom PARTY BOY and i went to school with.. the bride is an awfully sweet person and i havent seen her in years.. a book for the future: keeping your jolog composure in the company of jimmy choos.
taxi and autoload is draining my pockets badly.
now why PARTY BOY? of all things i could name him.. PARTY BOY and i werent just the college buddies hanging out having a cigarette in between classes, having lunch and stuff like that.. well we did that sort of thing definitely. and not did we troop out to gigs, dropping vowels at that now defunct QC club..
oo QC pwede ko namang banggitin yung pangalan diba?
back in the day, PARTY BOY and i had a falling out nang dahil sa kanyang pagiging partyboy.. i thought he changed he thought i was confused.. although PARTY BOY considered the thought of me without me knowing, i never entertained the idea of screwing nor even making out with PARTY BOY then and evvverr!.. his then girlfriend became a genuinely dear friend to me or so i consider.. so all romantic and carnal thoughts of PARTY BOY and i were kaput. yet nevertheless and abefore all the uds-uds came into view PARTY BOY was jolog metal.. simpleng isip.. kenkoy laaaftrip.. he was home to me.. pwes ang season 1.
lumala sa pagiging party boy ang PARTY BOY. dropped a lot of weight and formed a handsome boy side project rock band playing the best of crap..nuf sed. we parted ways yet running into each other at big sky and wherever was always a treat that hit home... i went thru my shitholes of life and relationships and so did he.. hence ang season 2.
season 3... nagsimula nung ininjan ko sha sa afterparty ng shadows fall.. kung sa totoo lang paminsan minsan kong pagtripan si PARTY BOY yet i never got myself to doing it.. at bunga ng aking pagkainjanera..hampas na malakas sa batok..gusto mo sha gago halikan mo na kase
now its 530 and i barely had crap done here at the office but put up an excel for my contacts. incase my forgetfulness and drunken or carnal stupor bludgeons my life away carelessly.. yup. life.. contacts are life. i shall l be explaining to you the many meanings of the phrase contacts are life..
i've been seeing PARTY BOY everyday since and so far it hasnt seemed like a bad thing.. a new thing maybe.. an old thing definitely.
ok that's it i'm bored.