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Someone posted the comment below on my last post.

“making lait the people??? huh!

ur so arte, my gosh, ur not even maganda …

reason y u cant even wear such kita-na-kaluluwa-skirts coz i bet u have such big legs as in BIG!! it shows!haha …

such gross english, xadong pa-conyo … well, dk maganda, wag ka umarte..
duh_huh …

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Dear whoever you are,

I didnt’ say that I was pretty. did i ever say na I am. stupid.

oh yea I do have big thighs. did i say na I didn’t? blame that on my genes. i also have big arms but so what? I have to die for hair and cleavage and a sound mind to go with it. you? i bet you don’t. nincompoop.

dude, ask MY friends because you obviously aren’t and you can’t be my friend if you can’t even spell well and you don’t even know simple blogging rules. I really speak this way. Am i conyo? who’s to tell? if you’re description of being a conyo is someone who 1) studied in a catholic all girls school somewhere in Makati 2) who speaks english and tagalog to make up a sentence 3) who makes lait all the time….then you got me there. I am indeed a conyo. I am an Assumptionista. True blue and damn proud of it. ikaw san ka nagaral? I speak both English and Tagalog in a sentence not because I’m conyo but because I know how to speak it. ikaw you know how ba? i guess your minute mind, if you have one that is, can’t even decipher that. MY friends know that I’m a self confessed Laitera but so what?

so what’s your beef? if you don’t have anything to do don’t diss me on my own blog. you’re so tanga that you don’t know blogging rule #1: you don’t diss the owner of the blog on her own blog. you respect how I write and why I write for the simple reason that this is MY blog. capisce? intiendes?

next time, you take care dah-ling. you take very good care on what you say especially about me. you know why? because I know who you are and where you are and I can hunt you down even if you’re in that internet shop. I don’t like anyone dissing me.

squatter

Someone posted the comment below on my last post.

“making lait the people??? huh!

ur so arte, my gosh, ur not even maganda …

reason y u cant even wear such kita-na-kaluluwa-skirts coz i bet u have such big legs as in BIG!! it shows!haha …

such gross english, xadong pa-conyo … well, dk maganda, wag ka umarte..
duh_huh …

===

Dear whoever you are,

I didnt’ say that I was pretty. did i ever say na I am. stupid.

oh yea I do have big thighs. did i say na I didn’t? blame that on my genes. i also have big arms but so what? I have to die for hair and cleavage and a sound mind to go with it. you? i bet you don’t. nincompoop.

dude, ask MY friends because you obviously aren’t and you can’t be my friend if you can’t even spell well and you don’t even know simple blogging rules. I really speak this way. Am i conyo? who’s to tell? if you’re description of being a conyo is someone who 1) studied in a catholic all girls school somewhere in Makati 2) who speaks english and tagalog to make up a sentence 3) who makes lait all the time….then you got me there. I am indeed a conyo. I am an Assumptionista. True blue and damn proud of it. ikaw san ka nagaral? I speak both English and Tagalog in a sentence not because I’m conyo but because I know how to speak it. ikaw you know how ba? i guess your minute mind, if you have one that is, can’t even decipher that. MY friends know that I’m a self confessed Laitera but so what?

so what’s your beef? if you don’t have anything to do don’t diss me on my own blog. you’re so tanga that you don’t know blogging rule #1: you don’t diss the owner of the blog on her own blog. you respect how I write and why I write for the simple reason that this is MY blog. capisce? intiendes?

next time, you take care dah-ling. you take very good care on what you say especially about me. you know why? because I know who you are and where you are and I can hunt you down even if you’re in that internet shop. I don’t like anyone dissing me.

squatter

Someone posted the comment below on my last post.

“making lait the people??? huh!

ur so arte, my gosh, ur not even maganda …

reason y u cant even wear such kita-na-kaluluwa-skirts coz i bet u have such big legs as in BIG!! it shows!haha …

such gross english, xadong pa-conyo … well, dk maganda, wag ka umarte..
duh_huh …

===

Dear whoever you are,

I didnt’ say that I was pretty. did i ever say na I am. stupid.

oh yea I do have big thighs. did i say na I didn’t? blame that on my genes. i also have big arms but so what? I have to die for hair and cleavage and a sound mind to go with it. you? i bet you don’t. nincompoop.

dude, ask MY friends because you obviously aren’t and you can’t be my friend if you can’t even spell well and you don’t even know simple blogging rules. I really speak this way. Am i conyo? who’s to tell? if you’re description of being a conyo is someone who 1) studied in a catholic all girls school somewhere in Makati 2) who speaks english and tagalog to make up a sentence 3) who makes lait all the time….then you got me there. I am indeed a conyo. I am an Assumptionista. True blue and damn proud of it. ikaw san ka nagaral? I speak both English and Tagalog in a sentence not because I’m conyo but because I know how to speak it. ikaw you know how ba? i guess your minute mind, if you have one that is, can’t even decipher that. MY friends know that I’m a self confessed Laitera but so what?

so what’s your beef? if you don’t have anything to do don’t diss me on my own blog. you’re so tanga that you don’t know blogging rule #1: you don’t diss the owner of the blog on her own blog. you respect how I write and why I write for the simple reason that this is MY blog. capisce? intiendes?

next time, you take care dah-ling. you take very good care on what you say especially about me. you know why? because I know who you are and where you are and I can hunt you down even if you’re in that internet shop. I don’t like anyone dissing me.

o here it is

my birhtday went by just like that…big blah!

nothing to make kwento. the usual birhtday treat sa office that was gobbled up in less than 2 hours! and dinner treat in Somethin’ Fishy in Eastwood. Before the early morning (call time was 12MN), we were in Eastwood na early palang. Was supposed to watch a movie but we didn’t make it in time. We, instead, played Bowling (which I lost by mere 2 points lang and by sheer luck by my kalaban ) and some videogames in…yun na yun..we went around a bit and did some shopping (du-uh what else!?!?!) but the best part was sitting down and watching people passing by…we were (or it was more of me pala) making lait the people who were wearing sexy outfits for people to notice them kse they’re so panget, the girls who were wearing konti nalang kita mo na ang kaluluwa skirts and simply anyone who was just panget.

that was that…it was just a blah (and I was saying that with my tongue stuck out)…

the gift? oh yea! Chas ..sige na nga and Tin gave me a DVD of Sharon and Rowell’s Cross my Heart (how Jologs I know but so what I’m a sharonian), Ace gave me a watch (nice!) and lest I forget the QA team brought cake..yummy! i still have the candle na pang brownout!

o here it is

my birhtday went by just like that…big blah!

nothing to make kwento. the usual birhtday treat sa office that was gobbled up in less than 2 hours! and dinner treat in Somethin’ Fishy in Eastwood. Before the early morning (call time was 12MN), we were in Eastwood na early palang. Was supposed to watch a movie but we didn’t make it in time. We, instead, played Bowling (which I lost by mere 2 points lang and by sheer luck by my kalaban ) and some videogames in…yun na yun..we went around a bit and did some shopping (du-uh what else!?!?!) but the best part was sitting down and watching people passing by…we were (or it was more of me pala) making lait the people who were wearing sexy outfits for people to notice them kse they’re so panget, the girls who were wearing konti nalang kita mo na ang kaluluwa skirts and simply anyone who was just panget.

that was that…it was just a blah (and I was saying that with my tongue stuck out)…

the gift? oh yea! Chas ..sige na nga and Tin gave me a DVD of Sharon and Rowell’s Cross my Heart (how Jologs I know but so what I’m a sharonian), Ace gave me a watch (nice!) and lest I forget the QA team brought cake..yummy! i still have the candle na pang brownout!

o here it is

my birhtday went by just like that…big blah!

nothing to make kwento. the usual birhtday treat sa office that was gobbled up in less than 2 hours! and dinner treat in Somethin’ Fishy in Eastwood. Before the early morning (call time was 12MN), we were in Eastwood na early palang. Was supposed to watch a movie but we didn’t make it in time. We, instead, played Bowling (which I lost by mere 2 points lang and by sheer luck by my kalaban ) and some videogames in…yun na yun..we went around a bit and did some shopping (du-uh what else!?!?!) but the best part was sitting down and watching people passing by…we were (or it was more of me pala) making lait the people who were wearing sexy outfits for people to notice them kse they’re so panget, the girls who were wearing konti nalang kita mo na ang kaluluwa skirts and simply anyone who was just panget.

that was that…it was just a blah (and I was saying that with my tongue stuck out)…

the gift? oh yea! Chas ..sige na nga and Tin gave me a DVD of Sharon and Rowell’s Cross my Heart (how Jologs I know but so what I’m a sharonian), Ace gave me a watch (nice!) and lest I forget the QA team brought cake..yummy! i still have the candle na pang brownout!

…sometimes people have to be in a situation and see how fate turns out for them.. thats how life is…when things happen you let them happen and stand for what you put yourself into.. you may get out of it and learn or go with it and still learn. But i know what you mean when you say, these are the kinds of situations when some relationships shatter and people break down… and i hate it too…

Sometimes you can only do so much…you can’t help someone if they don’t want to listen…you can’t help if they don’t want to see it the way you see it…so I just have to stand back and let them be even if they stumble and fall…you just have to be ready to pull them up after they fall…

…sometimes people have to be in a situation and see how fate turns out for them.. thats how life is…when things happen you let them happen and stand for what you put yourself into.. you may get out of it and learn or go with it and still learn. But i know what you mean when you say, these are the kinds of situations when some relationships shatter and people break down… and i hate it too…

Sometimes you can only do so much…you can’t help someone if they don’t want to listen…you can’t help if they don’t want to see it the way you see it…so I just have to stand back and let them be even if they stumble and fall…you just have to be ready to pull them up after they fall…

…sometimes people have to be in a situation and see how fate turns out for them.. thats how life is…when things happen you let them happen and stand for what you put yourself into.. you may get out of it and learn or go with it and still learn. But i know what you mean when you say, these are the kinds of situations when some relationships shatter and people break down… and i hate it too…

Sometimes you can only do so much…you can’t help someone if they don’t want to listen…you can’t help if they don’t want to see it the way you see it…so I just have to stand back and let them be even if they stumble and fall…you just have to be ready to pull them up after they fall…

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
” ‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more.”

I saw a friend yesterday…and I remember how it was…to be hurt…to have your heart broken by another…i was the same sorry state just a year and some months ago (jon at the background: your goal your goal your goal!). some stupid bloke (read: moron, 2 timer, nincompoop, cheater, labo guy) broke my heart just to make me palit with some yaya looking cebuana.

argh those fucking feelings again…why do we even remember things we want to forget!?!?!…as maricel soriano would say: erase! erase! erase!..maybe i can go through the Lacuna procedure or is there some switch in my head to turn off or to delete all the painful memories…don’t we have the clear your cache and delete all cookies button somewhere?!?!?!…jezuuz, i never wanted to remember..i never want to feel the same feelings ever again…ever…and it was just a dam of emotions all bottled up……fuck it….i never wanted to remember…

Noah Calhoun : You know I want to give you everything you want. But I can’t. It’s broken.

I did not write this because I remember that moron. I remember the feelings..the emotions…i do not remember the person or the love that was wasted…lest i get misconstrued…I remember the pain…and it makes me take a step back…why am i letting myself go through all that again…