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Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Free day, all the way

mukha ng savior ko!
Thank you cristel, i love Jollibee!

8am. Maam manatad met us and gave us the subject outline. shes so nice! love it!


9am. papunta ako sa evsu, sakay ng dyip, at nandoon si Earl. kaya ayun, kulitan ulit.


10am. nabasa ko ang blog ni cristel, nakakainis, ni libre niya ang homo girlfriend niya, peacemen, sa ewan na mamahaling resturant.


kaya ako, text agad, drama and evrything, and was able to convince cristel na e libre niya ako sa jollibee! loveit!


kaya ayun, usap kami, at napag usapan namin ang film showing nila sa u.p, gosh, nakaka stress.


1pm. balik na kami sa bahay nila after maglaro kami sa toms world.


1.30pm. went to maam babes, run some errands for her. at balik na ako sa rtr.

had our english, at hindi kami ng filipino. ^^.


so, 4pm palang libre na kami.


used the time to flirt with earl.

kaya lang, buti nalang sinabihan ako ni dixon to stop kasi ibang mga nursing are taking it negatively.


thanks dix-on!


7pm. nasa bahay na ako. kain and everything. tumawag sakin si tito Bong, yung kakilala ni ate marycor, special friend ng kapatid ko.

nagpapatulong mag tutor sa anak niyang si erika, kaya lang lots of errands ako, kaya inihanap ko siya.

si sarah ang napa "OO" ko. haha thanks sarah.


pagkatapos, nag study na ako para sa phil namin bukas. 5 mins palang nabagot na ako.
kaya nag emo nalang ako.
tinext ko si earl, na ayaw ko na sa kanya, and i will forget him na.


roland:
this will be my last txt na.
its like i will delete your number na. if you see me,
pretend not to know me nalang, and i will do the same.


kaya, habng nag titxt ako, lumuha ako. aray ang sakit.





bwahahahaha. i will be right , i will okay, i will learn all along the way



i can't wait to hate you
make you, pain like i do . . .
still can't shake you off . . .
i can't wait to break through
these emotional changes . . .
seems like such a lost cause
i can't wait to face you,
break you, down so low,
theres no place left to go . . .
I wait to hate . . . (whistle)




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