Monday, August 14, 2006
mgddrama muna aco. most of the tym kce ngccuento lng aco dito ng mga nganap for an estimeit of a wik or so. this tym around, i'll try my best not to shed a tear hbang cnusulat ang entrie na to. the ambiance is right - senti sounds, rainy weather, and xandra's asleep so wlang mang aalaska saken. newei, ganun dn nman kung mbbsa nila to. at least my sense of concntration aco khet papano.
enuf wit the intro. this is it. unti unti narealyz co nwawala na ung sense co ng pagsasabi ng totoo. not that i've been a bitchy liar lately,kundi ung pagiging natural na aco. most of the tym, i've been trying to be ordinary, wit merely asking for atenxon wen it comes to my outfit or dress-down deis. ngaion, nakikita co nang la acong tlgang aco. *whew* it's gettin harder to explain after every sentence. it's lyk this. imagin you're insyd the hospital working as a nurse (hey,i'm not talking bout him huh?-defensive) then you go straight home, did your sibling or daughter thingy, rest wyl texting or toking on the fone, did your take home work, sleep and eat, prei, then go to sleep. the next day, u go to work, go home, sleep and get ready for the next dei. same goes wit the rest of the week. on weekends, you take tym to go wit your family, atend mass, then get ready for the following week. same goes next wikend. and the following weeks, months, and sooner or later, into years. all i'm trying to say is that i'm already bored wit my same kind of stuff. i knoe i have no right to sei this cuz i got frends and family and school and ol, but heck. lyf isnt that fun as i am doin right now. ewan. unti unti, nararamdaman cong my kulang.
ISANG MALAKING KULANG.
ISANG MALAKING NAGMUMURANG KULANG.
haai.tama ca nung valentyn's day meli. siyet. pagpasenxahan nio co. la acong intenxong plabasing isa acong desperada or wat. *F.S.L:u knoe wat i'm talkin about nman cguro* i'm not lyk this in hyskool, nor on the latter part of my elem yrs. im'm not used to this kind of feeling so i'm moody or restless unless i divert to other things or i cud use an outlet of emotions. (hindi toilet huh? outlet.-defensive ulet)
lyf goes on.nd perhaps i'm gonna stop waiting and xpecting and dei dreaming muna.for real. (or for reel?)
"the nights are lonely, the days are so sad...and nobody knows it but me.."
ge. FLEW on
8/14/2006 05:49:00 PM
ME
NAME: mae angeline robles gagarin.
BIRTHDAY: march.22.1988.
WHERE TO FIND HER: malate.manila.
me-ann.mei.gelai.ge.angelina.
blue extremes 05.concordia college.
ba development studies.up manila.
EMAIL AT: lefthandah@yahoo.com
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