can't i
Bebe's such a sweet sandía. Friday morning I found him tinkering the template of this blog, only to find out that he's actually installing in it that music stuff that you hear [well, at least I hear]. He's such a sweet little one. He knows when to make me cry.
I just can't decide what song to choose.
This one is sad huh.
Geekybaby is out there, playing gunbound. So that he won't get sleepy when we talk. Hay, sweet baby.
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I found my new love.
Self-explanatory as to my choice.
So cute and opinionated.
Besides. I'm lonely and I'm already bored.
I think it's time for a change.
The name?
Yorkshire terrier.
Haha.
I saw one of them last night at Bioresearch, and just like every reformed dog-hater, I thought it was simply adorable. Sobrang liit! Just like the stuffed toy Bebe Fafa Joseph gave me before.
an example of yorkies. a little supladita, I know, but yorkies are apparently "opinionated". hmmm. maybe i can ask its opinion regarding the babaeng ganid.
He is adorable. But I hope it's a she.
Can you change dogs just as often as you change... hmmm. I dunno. Clothes?
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Tomorrow I'm gonna have dinner with my girls.
The birthday girl ate glee texted nes and I last Wednesday, and there was a hint of sadness in her text. Not confirmed yet, but, women just have good intuition you know.
I wanted to go to Town instead of her choice, which is Festival. After giving out that suggestion I immediately went ashamed of myself, ako na nga ang ililibre mamimili pa ako. Wala lang, I don't usually prefer Town over Festi, but something I don't even know made me miss Town. Especially now that Bebe Joseph pala is going there tomorrow din. Hay. O well. Soon I'll be having my own birthday.
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La Salle won over UP this afternoon. Thank God. I really thought La Salle is returning to its bano days.
Still wishing it won't win over Ateneo, though.Ü
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SATC had a rerun last Thursday, and it was fab.
Sometimes I wish I was just living in New York. With my frilly skirts and high heels and barhopping with my friends.
Can't I just be a little bit of Carrie Bradshaw, or even a Charlotte York?
Not really. For obvious reasons. [check out RPC by Luis Reyes, p635. my favorite line as of now]
Besides. Although I don't admit it all the time, real life is better than tv.
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Days to go before the opening: [actually counting with my hands] Five.
Geez. Can't believe it's for real in just five days' time.
And fiesta's just around the corner. Mom's anticipating lots of orders for Fiesta. I on the other hand anticipate lots of shouting and stress and frustration because of that. I know, I won't do the cooking, but there. Mom is excited, I am frustrated.
Wonders of being praning.
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September na. Today another, well, friend of mine celebrated his birthday. I have another kuya for nineteen days. After that I'm no longer considered a twenteen. I will officially become an adult. I'll be expected to start providing for myself. Heck, I'll even stop being my parents' dependent! Sa healthcare benefits, I mean.
AYOKO PO.
*sighs* Life. Can't I just do a Death Becomes Her?
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