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Heyhowdeehay!

First, Happy birthday Daddy. Even if you're not with us, we'll be together next month. Thank you and sorry for everything. Thanks for being a good provider and a the best father to us. You just don't know how much we love yooow!

Then my head is spinning around. Its the last week of my college days. Yes, of my academic life. This last week is where I have to kill time and battle against pressure from peers, parents, starfish, red horse, sizzling hotdog, climate change, recession and other factors. I also have to fight my dizzy head and falling asleep in the middle of the night. A lot of paper works and reports are due this week. Its easier to blog than to do them. I have to deal with them and I can't run away anymore. (well, I don't really run away from them!)

So, I'm requesting your kind hearts to PRAY for me. Just in case I get rush to the hospital or who knows die before graduation. This is it. We're about to reach the end of the line. And its supafreakinfuckinscarinshiverinhappy to the bones! Out of words, really!

Off to do my responsibilities. IMYATC.

-PATing

boohooyoo

Won't write the words clearly
So you'll never understand.

Cleanse the mind with fresh water spa
See the light that shines beneath the meadows
There will always be hope,
Shoud not hate the word.
Trying not.

The power is just so fuckin strong
That it carried one away
Fell on the pit
But hey, come back,
Still stuck here, babe!

But all's well that ends well.
That's all they'll ever be.
Or maybe screw your brain,
And rust if off?


P.S.
Infected by the Valentines Bitterness Syndrome. Take it off?

boneshaker

Its been ages. Since I had my last post. My mind flew in a far away place and I just got it back, so here it is, the blog love.

Heh. I hate then I like. Somehow confused of what to show and how to act in front of this person who can make my bone shake. The mist of confusion eats me. It makes me sad whenever I think of that baby cry. He makes me happy when he's near. Makes me worry when he's not near. He can make me nauseous and I can vomit anytime. He makes me feel so full even if I forgot breakfast. He affects my system. Virus, get off.

But the hell do I affect him? No, it isn't love. And I'm afraid to know what its called.

P.S. Ang landi landi landi landi mo kaseeeeee. Kasalanan nyo to.