I'm not a baby no more!
Changes and improvements before the 12th February comes.
1. I will only smoke a cigar if and only if it is offered.
Hence, I will not buy a pack nor a stick of any form of tobacco. Not only will it harm my health, it will also contribute to the continuing pollution of the planet. Heat waves, green house effect, meltdown, ice age.
2. I will score high in every quiz, exam, paper, reports and productions.
So I can apply to any company where my Happy Thoughts (aka crush) work and elbow my way to the top to be their boss. Then the bitch in me will come alive and they'll be sorry they screwed up my feelings (WTF? where did that come from).
3. Finish reading the books you borrowed.
Camille's Wicked and Glim's Oh the Glory of it All.
4. Be careful
Because as I turn 18 and shed my skin to the world, those blue uniformed men can arrest me and throw me in the sleazy cage called jail. Eeew. Also, I shall watch what I drink so I don't end up like this:
Ken de Licious, you're not a baby no more!
And almost everyone's drunkin fuck last night. Blame it to Clark's red drink and the seemingly bottomless grande. Oh, if you can only add our palooza in Antipolo, surely we can get the record back. Biatch who's your master?
And for Maryandel and Camille's information, (in Sam Milby's tone) I never, ever, ever had a crush on him. It was only a kiss, it meant nothing...to me. So please, just please. Sssh, you know who is my Happy Thought in Samaskom Oh crap, I remember the morning of Sunday 28 January. Chris Gora's punch and his hello. And I won't forget the girl (friend / sister / mother / nurse / yaya) he brought along. (He's not yet married! Cheers for Ken.) So girls, calm down, I know the feeling. (See Where Does the Good Go lyrics)
And I finally found his Friendster account. (Won't give the link, sorry.) Talk about online stalking. May Barbra remind Happy Thought to greet me tomorrow. Oh, eksena lang. Quoting the author of Me Talk Pretty One Day: He will be mine.
1. I will only smoke a cigar if and only if it is offered.
Hence, I will not buy a pack nor a stick of any form of tobacco. Not only will it harm my health, it will also contribute to the continuing pollution of the planet. Heat waves, green house effect, meltdown, ice age.
2. I will score high in every quiz, exam, paper, reports and productions.
So I can apply to any company where my Happy Thoughts (aka crush) work and elbow my way to the top to be their boss. Then the bitch in me will come alive and they'll be sorry they screwed up my feelings (WTF? where did that come from).
3. Finish reading the books you borrowed.
Camille's Wicked and Glim's Oh the Glory of it All.
4. Be careful
Because as I turn 18 and shed my skin to the world, those blue uniformed men can arrest me and throw me in the sleazy cage called jail. Eeew. Also, I shall watch what I drink so I don't end up like this:
Ken de Licious, you're not a baby no more!
And almost everyone's drunkin fuck last night. Blame it to Clark's red drink and the seemingly bottomless grande. Oh, if you can only add our palooza in Antipolo, surely we can get the record back. Biatch who's your master?
And for Maryandel and Camille's information, (in Sam Milby's tone) I never, ever, ever had a crush on him. It was only a kiss, it meant nothing...to me. So please, just please. Sssh, you know who is my Happy Thought in Samaskom Oh crap, I remember the morning of Sunday 28 January. Chris Gora's punch and his hello. And I won't forget the girl (friend / sister / mother / nurse / yaya) he brought along. (He's not yet married! Cheers for Ken.) So girls, calm down, I know the feeling. (See Where Does the Good Go lyrics)
And I finally found his Friendster account. (Won't give the link, sorry.) Talk about online stalking. May Barbra remind Happy Thought to greet me tomorrow. Oh, eksena lang. Quoting the author of Me Talk Pretty One Day: He will be mine.