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I'm jealous of you. That's the only reason why I've been running around and telling people that I liked you. It's because I'm so friggin jealous of you.
You've got looks. You've got wits. You've got talent but are you brave enough to be with me tonight? (Oo na kanta na 'to. I couldn't resist :D) But seriously. You're surrounded by more than a dozen million people who love you so much.
You are so depressing. I'm so frustrated. I'd like to see the day when I could gather up all my courage and tell this to your face. Be ready.
I won't tell it in a bad way though. In fact, if anything, you should be flattered and all.
But you know what's even more depressing? None of this is your fault. I blame all of this to myself.
FEBUARY 3, 2007. 6:00 PM
Junior Prom aka Eastwood night for me and others who've decided that we're too cool for prom.
(Just kidding about the too cool part)
I'm skipping prom and getting the money that's supposed to be used for it. I want to buy myself a Nokia 7380 (it's the closest thing I could get to a T-Mobile Sidekick 3)
Oo sige na, selfish na ako. Wala akong paki-alam. Madaming bagay dito sa mundo na di ko na pinapaki-alamanan. Naging manhid na ko. (parang ikaw)
However, one of the things that I simply cannot let go are my allergies. I thought I was growing out of it already, since for the past years I've rarely had any attacks. Only this year did it resurfaced. I guess I'm finally paying my dues for the 2 years of pure freedom.
Thank you nga pala Charms kanina sa balikat mo. Kung hindi dahil don, hindi sana ako nakatulog at tiniis ko sana yung bus ride pauwi na nahihilo at sumisinghot every 10 seconds. Salamat talaga. Pati na rin sa Tootsie roll.
[EDIT]
Bakit ganon? Mas gusto ko talaga makinig sa kwento kesa na ako mismo yung nagkwekwento. Kung magkwekwento man ako, napaka bihira. Tapos yung mga kinekwento ko pa, ang boboring. Ang jologs ko talaga. Feel na feel ko na yung pagka-walang-kwenta ko.
Baka kasi ang boring buhay ko. Baka kasi pinipili kong di pumunta sa mga malalaking okasyon, tulad ng prom. Isama na natin ang mga soiree.
Ang leche talaga ng buhay ko.
Tss. Ang dami ko pang angal. Pano kaya ako pinagtiyatiyagaan ng mga kaibigan ko.
You've got looks. You've got wits. You've got talent but are you brave enough to be with me tonight? (Oo na kanta na 'to. I couldn't resist :D) But seriously. You're surrounded by more than a dozen million people who love you so much.
You are so depressing. I'm so frustrated. I'd like to see the day when I could gather up all my courage and tell this to your face. Be ready.
I won't tell it in a bad way though. In fact, if anything, you should be flattered and all.
But you know what's even more depressing? None of this is your fault. I blame all of this to myself.
FEBUARY 3, 2007. 6:00 PM
Junior Prom aka Eastwood night for me and others who've decided that we're too cool for prom.
(Just kidding about the too cool part)
I'm skipping prom and getting the money that's supposed to be used for it. I want to buy myself a Nokia 7380 (it's the closest thing I could get to a T-Mobile Sidekick 3)
Oo sige na, selfish na ako. Wala akong paki-alam. Madaming bagay dito sa mundo na di ko na pinapaki-alamanan. Naging manhid na ko. (parang ikaw)
However, one of the things that I simply cannot let go are my allergies. I thought I was growing out of it already, since for the past years I've rarely had any attacks. Only this year did it resurfaced. I guess I'm finally paying my dues for the 2 years of pure freedom.
Thank you nga pala Charms kanina sa balikat mo. Kung hindi dahil don, hindi sana ako nakatulog at tiniis ko sana yung bus ride pauwi na nahihilo at sumisinghot every 10 seconds. Salamat talaga. Pati na rin sa Tootsie roll.
[EDIT]
Bakit ganon? Mas gusto ko talaga makinig sa kwento kesa na ako mismo yung nagkwekwento. Kung magkwekwento man ako, napaka bihira. Tapos yung mga kinekwento ko pa, ang boboring. Ang jologs ko talaga. Feel na feel ko na yung pagka-walang-kwenta ko.
Baka kasi ang boring buhay ko. Baka kasi pinipili kong di pumunta sa mga malalaking okasyon, tulad ng prom. Isama na natin ang mga soiree.
Ang leche talaga ng buhay ko.
Tss. Ang dami ko pang angal. Pano kaya ako pinagtiyatiyagaan ng mga kaibigan ko.