The lack of something to write about is inevitable. A lot's been happening, yes, but though I have this incredible urge to write, I have nothing but stories. And we all know how terrible I am at that--I won't even attempt to do it now as remnants of last night's alcohol splurge are still evidently evident (read: redundant) amidst my sulking brain. My LJ's quite active and this account's become idle because I only use this when I feel like it, but that doesn't mean my LJ has all the sense. HAHA. Believe me, it's trash.
The patay-nanaman-tayo-kay-MamaL day
Dancing for MC's..uh..something.
At madulas yung sahig okaaaay. Whoever's seen celtic will understand why the floor is such a big deal.
Heehee
Saturday
Jessica's 18th
Yun lang. I hear my calling: to be a bum.


