my face is soooo fucked up right now. i'm not getting enough sleep. i can't let my mom do her usual derma stuff on me cause there's no way for me not to be seen with red pricked skin. i'm tired. classes at 6 days a week? my room's at the fourth floor so that's like 60 freaking stair steps (not to mention 4 more per landing). come on.
i wanna wake up on saturday the way i woke up last last (last last last?) saturday.
mom: wake up, wake up! Debenhams is waiting for us!
that was a great day. we got there early and after 3hours, we came home with a lot of stuff. stuff na tinago muna from daddy's sight (haha!). i finally got the Get Happy necklaces inside Rustan's na matagal ko nang gusto!
there once was a girl who loved buying stuff.
when she was a little kid, she loved toys.
when she was 10, she loved chocolates.
when she was 16, she then came across this one poster with two words:
"Topshop- SALE."
she died. the end.
a tragic ending, really. i wish her mom and or dad could do something to change the ending into a happy one. i can only wish.
i miss my high school friends. =(
gusto kong mag- sleepover sa loob ng tent. (flashback: 1st sleepover ko ever, sa bahay nila betbet, sa room niya, natulog kami sa loob ng tent. AWWW.)
---bat siya natalo?? pucha.---
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i feel so spoiled. my dad just gave me a handful of Pilot sign pens, g- tech pens, ball point pens, mechanical pencils, lots of erasers and lots of lead. i texted them last night to buy me the pens but he told me it was too late, san pa daw ba sila makakabili? and that really pissed me off, 7pm pa lang, late na? WTH. when they got back from the party at around past 9, he gave me a small plastic from 7 11 na may 3 pens (na- touch ako kasi umakyat pa siya at pinuntahan pa ako sa room ko at the same time nabadtrip kasi i was asking for the Pilot stuff and now he's handing me a plastic na galing pa sa 7 11??) when i opened it pag- alis niya, aww. Pilot sign pens.
just a minute ago, he handed me a red plastic from National and grabe, ang dami niyang binili. i love my dad. the other night, i texted him na i need the certificate of ownership blah blah blah for the car sticker the next day and yup, morning pa lang it was already on top of the piano. AWW...
fuck PGC. it's doomsday tomorrow!