When Jet Walks…
thoughts picked and left in the ground either to flourish or rotwats western me
me, jed and gian are hopefully going to be bonafide call-center agents for ww. yey! jed is a sure win and i hope gian and i can make it. i really am excited. shout out for kara and angel. both of you look great everyday. n_n
larva back to plague
its been two years since he went to mission and now he’s back. i’m going away soon. i’m going to miss a lot of them. i wonder about van.
maggotz and larva for van?
he’s got a headstart. n_n
small me
wew, fighting and fighting against the one you really fancy. would she be my wife? is that even grammatically correct?
what is a girlfriend? how do you really explain that? to think after four years of being together would help me understand.
i am tall but i feel small whenever she’s around. small and happy.
still waiting
i met her again and i am happy. Happy?
should i be happy? what about the other? the young one. she’s always happy. always a smile in her face.
i love her smile. i love both of their smiles.
but then, one is a muse and the other is a goddess. both i love with different magnitudes.
n_n
going to cdo this saturday!
final darn interview
first interview was so-so. didn’t hurt, really. the final however, I don’t know. tomorrow’s my final interview. job interview.
i don’t have any experience in job interviews. just mock interviews that’s suppose to prepare me for a real interview. my conversational english has to be perfect. how?
i spent my whole day watching english cartoons, that ought to help. i’m setting my alarm on 5:30 to be able to catch good times with mo on six. they speak english.
interview by one pm.
teacher stuff
i am so tired. i’ve been working my ass to make this thesis about job satisfaction. wew, i can’t believe i’ve learned a lot about the teachers and how they’ve evaluated their lives in teaching.
hahahahahaha… oh well *yawn*
tired me. n_n
don’t leave; stay
a clear little birthmark on her cheek. a kiss from an angel. how i wish to draw breath from those lips. smiling and taunting. bait. bait girl.
short. shrugging in my dreams a few pages away from mine. smiling an awfully beautiful smile. little chinita eyes that would break my stern glance and deep thought.
stay away from my dreams, i don’t want to like you. be a quiet memory. stay but please, don’t remind me my incapability of not being able to have you.
sshhhh…
tired of being tired
no enrollment. no school. nothing. only a bunch of shit piled ready for us to eat. i’m tired of being cool. i’m tired of being restrained. i’m tired of being calm thinking, hoping, praying that everything is going to be alright.
whatever happened happened and wouldn’t have happened another way, morpheus said. right though he may be, i feel fear and fear undaunted and expected. i stop.
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from tagum
tagum city is like a little boy. very young yet very lively. promising. I stayed there in my aunt’s house. a house incomplete but a dream house nonetheless. lying in a couch with nobody but the oning as company who only mutters.
i wish i had cable tv. i wish i had a tv for that matter. the case is turning ugly. i couldn’t expect the best. i hoped for it but the worst is yet to come. I wait.
