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Wednesday, September 24, 2008
heartburn.
wheedle dee dooo:
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
hmmmm....
Friday, September 19, 2008
I have..
Cirque du Freak 2. (Mwah Polo! Mwah!). A new headshot.(And issues to go with it.) Bigger fish to fry. A curfew. A craving for pancit canton. Serious love for Stardust and Finding Neverland.
You're smart. Add them up.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
warbles
On my reading list: True Love by Robert Fulghum He’s a genius. Period. NOTE: IF YOU SEE A ROBERT FULGHUM BOOK BUY IT NO QUESTIONS ASKED. I swear that’s one of the best decisions you’ve ever made. Paddy was the one responsible for introducing me to his work. If his books fail to make you smile, I’ll buy you Krispy Kreme. I got my copy just this morning when I stopped by one of the second-hand bookstores by the AS walk. I shelled out 150 pesos. But sooo worth it. It’s a huge steal actually. He still has books there that cost lesser than 150. Which I plan to purchase soon. Scorpio by Anthony Horowitz I don’t know what took me too long to find him. Thank you Sofia. I now have this huge crush on Alex and it’s not going away for a while. This reminds me of Artemis Fowl. Which, by the way, is pure genius as well. Gosh. I love cool kids and crime. **** Beedays: It was Carl’s birthday this Tuesday and though we didn’t have a feast per se, I’m still crash dieting after the kajillion calories. He should be president of the world if only he weren’t so apahetic. It’s Mara’s birthday tommorrow. Burger! Burger! ***** Sweet life. Paddy, I’m dead sure you’re familiar with the first song. And the second one, you should listen to. You're missed. Big time.
it's been crazy, love.♥
our love was comfortable and so broken in
Can't wait 'til next month.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Jellloomeee, Nikki, Popes, Mr. Michael Chua, Howie Severino, and Therese
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Making this quick.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Crazy grin
Im unhappy/happy for these oh-so many reasons[you're smart.you do the classifying]:
***** Dear National Bookstore: I'm sorry for snapping. I'm generally a nice person. I still think your books are cool. Dear Nice-man-at-the-jeep/escalator/National Bookstore: I think you're really nice. I was hoping to run into you again at the jeep but I didn't. Good thing I saw you again at Philcoa. Who are you? My gut tells me you're one of those cool people. We.Must. Meet.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
go away
Three things: -> I don't like you now. You're such a favoritismer. ->To those who kept asking: "Who's Patrick?" (thanks to K.S. for the picture! Sorry Erwin, I cut you out.) Here. -> I had banana nut and sesame seed flavored ice cream today. **** I should totally go now. I'm off to look for people who matter. Or brush up on my to-do list. Whatever.
Monday, September 1, 2008
Waddupwitchoo?
![]() Dear angel, Stop giving other people car rides. I don't care if they have to walk in the searing heat of the sun or the rain. I.DON'T.CARE. P.S. Please talk to me. I know this is the lowest form of groveling but gosh, I'm desperate. *****
People who know what I'm talking about... Shaddup. ***** Gotta save my roomate now... More tommorow or whatever. If you want something to read, click here. I patronize a lot. I know. [
Gabbermiester is a purple drank.
Purple drank is a slang term for a recreational drug popular in the hip-hop community of the southern United States. Its main ingredient is prescription-strength cough syrup containing codeine and promethazine.[1] Cough syrup is typically mixed with ingredients such as Sprite soft drink and pieces of Jolly Rancher candy, and is traditionally served in styrofoam cups. The purplish hue of purple drank comes from dyes in the cough syrup.
(From Wikipedia. Now stop asing me what a drank is. Woot.) **** Dear Gab,You make it so dang easy for me to annoy you. Even if you think I'm amazing, I still refuse with all of my heart to submit to your bidding. Even if Mr. Michael Tiu (the guy who does his homework in the car) agrees to do as you wish, he's only doing it because he's "responsible ,like that". Or whatever. I tried to convince him though. (I told him "don't listen to Gab"). Whatever Gabriel. You can't beat me. I'm not doing it,so there! You're not the boss of me, mister. And I didn't go to P.E. class even if you asked me to. Defiantly un-yours, Paige *** I'm watching old Britney music videos instead of doing Comm3... I may not contribute anything to the Group discussion but I will sing Britney. |