aNd alL tHe bLeEdiNg hEarTs

and so i snapped at jams and fidelis because of that blasted play. wah. siyempre, i have a bothersome conscience, nyahaha, so i went back and told them i was sorry. wah. oki. i don't want to be scriptwriter. i never wanted to be a scriptwriter. in high school, i was always the scriptwriter and i don't wanna be--grah.

ahem. i know i'll be in trouble wiz miss lin. ha. ima make props. lesser of two evils. at least sa props... well... basta. kaya ko yung mga tao.

i don't want to be responsible for a fucked up, fucked up fairytale. blah. pwede pang backdrops falling on the characters. wahoo.

dapat talaga poetry reading na lang eh. huhuhu.

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got my advisory grades. sa english and lit, medyo disappointed pero i wasn't expecting much naman. math, waaaah. bababa rin yun. botany and lab... i can do better. tas (drumroll) sa fil... ay naku. foneeyetah. and this is the subject na i thot mataas-taas yung grade ko kasi, er, hindi naman masyadong, er, challenging yung subject. (haha, euphemisms ech-ech...) basta. kaasar! ang sarap magbunot ng buhok gamit ang tiyaneng kinakalawang!

ahem.

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nikay's got an "i'm your papi" shirt. pure self-control, plus the fact that i was wearing a white, stain-vulnerable shirt, stopped me from tearing it from her body. haha.

ano pa...? hmmm... ala na. just killing time.

tomorrow... sa fil. aynaku. tingnan natin kung may kumausap pa sayo. (scream.)