i know it’s my 4th blog for the day but i just can’t stop talking—-

…but i just can’t stop talking—when i’m kinda down…i couldn’t bring myself to do nothing other than this.
my blog’s my public diary.
people keep their diaries a secret
but that should not be…
because no matter how public your blog is—no one’s gonna read it. haha.

so, i’m inculcating my blog ideas in one blog entry so that i won’t waste space.

blog idea no. 1
i feel guilty—-
i ate two of three lumpia shanghai for snacks…i was hungry.

blog idea no. 2

people in the house

i can’t say i’m a good cook but maybe if people will let me try even to burn my skin because of flying oil spills or hot steam ((hm—kinda like sauna)).
but these people in the house won’t let me do it!!
they’re not maids—they’re helpers!! (there’s a difference!!)
maids are those who wear uniforms…do everything without being told twice…
helpers merely help…they don’t do everything…they just help do everything.

i have to cite two examples!!!
(a) fried rice

i was finally learning how to cook my favorite breakfast food. i just asked my mom what i needed (a bit of oil, salt, leftover rice, bits of meat, egg, etc.) and i’d do it myself.
when i started putting the oil, this girl came up to me and said, “ako na lang ani beh.”

i’m too shy to say NO ((even to my own helpers…huhuh….i’m an embarrassment to all people.))
so i let her cook it….though it annoyed me.

(b) hotdog

gosh!! a simple hotdog. the ingredients? a little bit of oil and hotdog!!!
and she volunteered to cook it for me….

it may be hayahay but it’s degrading for me. it’s not like i’m going to hire a helper in my future household ((wait, i was actually thinking that)).

blog topic no. 3

the disease—-it’s killing me.

looking at my cellphone every minute ((sometimes, every second—you don’t know how a second seems to be longer than a minute if you’re expecting a text message from him))…
hay—-i gotta stop doing that.

song: For All that I Am
by: A-Teens


I’m sorry, made you feel sorry



Last night, I came home too late


And you were there waiting


I know, it’s easy to call


I guess I wasn’t thinking of you


It’s not that I don’t care


You should know me better by now



I am sorry if I made you lonely and sad


I am sorry I made you feel bad


What I’m trying to say


I’m not always that way


So love me for all that I am



I know (I know) I often forget


To say that I love you (that I love you)


And yes (and yes) I truly regret


The times that I might have hurt you that way


It’s not that I don’t care


You should know me better by now



I am sorry if I made you lonely and sad


I am sorry I made you feel bad


What I’m trying to say


I’m not always that way


So love me for all that I am



True, I may defend the things I do


Though I know deep down I’ve done wrong


But when the heat comes down it’s you


(It’s you) that keeps me going on



For all that I am


I’m sorry, made you feel sorry


Trying to say that I’m not always that way


Love me for all


I am sorry if I made you lonely and sad


I am sorry I made you feel bad


What I’m trying to say


I’m not always that way


So love me for all that I am


(For all that I am) That I am


(For all that I am)

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One thought on “i know it’s my 4th blog for the day but i just can’t stop talking—-

  1. wrong! i read your private stuff all the time.hehehe don’t force yourself to “stop doing that”.. you’re obviously always checking your phone because you know it’s possible you’d get a message from him. so if it’s possible, why fuss over it?there are better things to do with those precious seconds 🙂 been there, it drove me crazy.

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