I curse a lot.

I'm putting my emo-ness aside because it isn't getting me anywhere, anyway. I was supposed to say I was going to stop blogging but then I thought "Uloooool. Di ka tatagal." Haha.

Everytime I hear First of Summer, even a tiny part of the song, I end up singing it the whole day. EH NAMAN. Nothing good's happening to my summer. I want to go out. Deputa. I haven't done anything productive this summer. I was supposed to ask my mom if it was ok that I went to the gym but I keep forgetting (I swear sabaw na ko. I had to check the spelling of forgetting on MS Word.) I haven't gone out with my friends and the Perfects don't get an exemption because the only 'going out' we've done is school, Moro and PCMC. I want to see high school friends. I want to see my grade 6 barkada. I want to watch a movie. I want to drink. I want to get wasted because I never did get to experience that I'm-never-drinking-again feeling. I want to enjoy my summer. I want to have fun. I don't want to end up sober and emo because summer isn't about locking yourself up in your room and lying down to sleep all day. Well, maybe it is a little like that. But my point is....I don't know what my point is. I never have a point.

Funny. I want to write but there doesn't seem to be anything to write about. I could write about myself, but I always do that and it's getting awfully boring and dull. I could write about my day, but nothing really happened today. Wait, we made up. Well, sort of. Haha. And I watched The Life of David Gale, which was, mind you, not a let down. Catch it on HBO one time. Great movie. I love the plot. =) But people on IMDB don't seem to agree. Oh well. I could write about anything, actually, but no one reads this anyway so why bother, right?

MY POINT IS: I WANT TO WRITE BUT THERE'S NOTHING TO WRITE ABOUT. (It's the first sentence in the last paragraph, see?)

Ergo, I will write about nothing. Watch out for that.

ILYIMYLL. =) <--sige chezka, try figuring the last 2 letters out then go pick on me. haha!

Dramatic shit

Sugar, we're going...

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History repeats itself. Fate fails. Destiny proves itself wrong. And a chance is crushed.

You know why history repeats itself? Because people never learn. -Anton Overio

I won't mention what in the name of my crapped up summer is happening but I don't like a single bit of it.

I want to get summer over with. This "thing" we have? It isn't really working out at all.

That was supposed to be between the two of us. But now that you've said it, I'm sorry. Good bye.

Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit. Watch the tears roll down. Here we go again.

HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY CARMELA ISABEL TUPARAN DEANG!

I love you.<3

Like she knows this exists. Hah!

Eighteen Schmeigteen!

What's so special about being 18 that people are pressuring me about a party? Kahit ano namang mangyari, mukha parin akong 12 years old no. Amp.

Can I skip being 18 and turn 19 instead?

Magparty nalang tayo sa inflatable pool namin. Sorry na. Wala kaming pool unlike..........some people.

Bye.