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How my days have been:
I seem to grow fond of eating and
sleeping—-mostly sleeping. I get on bed at 8:00PM.
I have Metro Station’s “Shake It”
continuously echoing my ear drums for the past hour. Who knows how my sister’s
iTouch survived through that intensive playing? I also am found of lipsynching
and shaking my booty ((if I had some but then some claims tell me that my
booties don’t exist—-the only evidence would be my sh*tter or simply, my
I even tend to pick Disney Songs
to listen to in YouTube.com. I listen to Selena Gomez’s Cruella De Vil and Tell
Me Something. I may have missed some periods in my childhood but I did not mean
to return to this phase ever again. Anyway, can someone confirm for me whether
Nick Jonas and Selena Gomez are going out? And if that’s the reason why Selena
and Miley Cyrus are not in good terms? Thanks for the future info.
I seem to feel more beautiful
after the one-man ((or in my case, one-girl)) break-up. I wasn’t talking to
anyone in particular—-my “partner” never replied and has thus shown his
uncaringness and my inability to easily deduct the situation.
Geeesh. I’m going to have my hair
curled up again. Hehe. I will definitely change my image.
Title: This girl
I hated her smell. It was not at
all displeasing to the nose but her natural smell shoos me away. It’s as if we’re
incompatible—even as friends.
She’s kind, “irkingly” ((I still exercise my right to poetic license))
pretty, loved by most….
Jealousy? Maybe that’s the partial
reason—-but I really don’t like her smell at all. I tend to move away from
her when she comes close to me because she wanted to see what I was working on.
Title: Another Sunday, Another
Trip to Tudela
I love the UBE cake in that
bakery in Tudela ((I forgot the name—-I guess it started with the Letter L…probably
Lee Bakery but then I’m not too sure)).
I love the pan de coco too.
The thing that I hate is
that—-my mom always asks about him when we pass by his house, which is
horrifyingly close to that funeral home. And my dad jokingly halts in front of
the gate of his house. It’s so embarrassing.
“Kamusta na siya, Chay?”
“Ambot, we haven’t talked for a
“Basin naa na siya’y lain didto
Title: Biting on Bella’s life in
Maybe I need to move to another
town to find a group of panting guys waiting to court me.
That’s what happened to Bella.