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Sunday, June 20, 2010 @ 10:59 AM
you clicked one of the sites you placed on favorites after gazilion times of going online but never came back.
you saw one from someone you wish to meet, an artist, with the style you've shown interest with
you end up stalking him
the more juicy and admiring he shows himself, the more you want him
then you got envy
jealous that he owns everything you dont
then you wished for a better life
a better boyfriend; because he bores you
a better home; with a bigger bed
cooler friends;with dyed hair, piercings, and wears heels
and cooler things; a thin laptop, a pen and a tablet, a desktop.
then you close those sites and placed up a sigh.
then you wished you couldve just watched for how i met your mother series than had your 3 minutes to waste.
because i'd rather be here than be on tumblr.
Sunday, March 14, 2010 @ 5:54 AM
"I'm not afraid of tomorrow for I have seen yesterday and I love today"
-T.G.I.Friday's Mall of Asia(noticed during the long, boring wait for the Pacquiao-Clottey game,which, btw ended over-rated)
the only constant thing in life is change
Tuesday, February 23, 2010 @ 2:10 AM
indie was before the like of lady gaga. cool.
changes.
yesterday i was humming my way to dark alleys to watch underground rock bands, and today all i listen to was baby cries, baby moan
cant finish this blog. gotta attend to baby first.
self blow-job.
Sunday, January 31, 2010 @ 5:38 AM
girls, lower your voice, boys lower your girls.
sounds orgasmic aint it?
but here's the idea:
you go out to the world and talk ten times than a regular person would, likely because its your work
then talks more when out of work floors.
wouldnt it be a pleasure to give joy by using your own mouth-just SHUT UP.
lower your voice as you go down to them. likely a self supporting blow job.
you couldnt moan enough coz there's something in your mouth for you want him to get all the pleasure, though it sucks you, and you feel nauseated on it. but you like it. you like the idea that he loves it.
on this idea, its rather you dont talk, make any noises because people like the fuck that you'd rather not talk for their own pleasure.
-from a self acknowledged loquacious girl who works on a call center. me.
i dont know why all these just came up on me. but i love the idea of it. and from now on. i will be not working on my mouth too often. because i wanto, and you know you want it too. just tell me when you make me not to.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010 @ 8:54 AM
I HATE MOM FOR NAGGING.
and my most hated part when she does is when she clucks her tongue.
UGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
9 more days
@ 8:35 AM
i've been spending for cheap-picker-uppers too much. (and too much of even things that cost little hurts) they aren't necessary. i couldve used a new shoe or perhaps new dress but i didnt. im waaaaaay too kuripot and cheap things tingled my fantsy. so here i am. broke.
so now i promise that:
i will only provide money now for my lunch and fare
swear to God. hope to die. or not.
oh gracious. keep your fingers crossed.
i hope i can.
9 more days and i'll be having my paycheck AGAIN!!!
fears.
Monday, January 25, 2010 @ 7:33 PM
im kind of fearing everything right now.
yup im excited for the new year, summers and all; but i cant help to think that i might bump into my unfortunate events again.
all my un-endearing moments coincidentally happen every first months of the year-continuing until summer, gets better until neutral from rainy season, then went blooming for the rest of the ending months of the year.
that's how my cycle goes.
i observed that the gloomy parts always gets worse every freaking year.
im too articulate not to notice since i always have kept writing on my journal so i can keep details and not miss anything.
im scared. im really really scared.
its one of the expected surprises that new years never failed to impress and unimpress me.
im afraid to face depression again. i have been too happy i guess.
life, i already went on to too many things, go easy on me now.
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tales of an arcade drifter ver 5.2
rott with a double t
kurlytop
hello hell
judy zabala's final fantastic world
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