fabs miss na kita

sabi ni hannah miss mo na daw ako?? talga? hehe... oo nga. sabi ni ate pag kagraduate daw niya papakasal na siya.. pinapaalala ko lang na just incase wla kang mahanap, yung usapan natin dati. tayo ang magpapakasal sa ayaw at sa gusto mo at sa gusto ko..

hehe...
bagong word: mwahness?

twoots

"twoot" and off the fart go. the smell of pressure, the smell of fear. well, probably another smell of a man unease. funny. little miss me, as i was in my kinder years have stopped my 123's and my abc's- came to hate that smell..

i smell fart. and someone would pretend and laugh. doubted to be
laughing gas. and for someone who just farted will be the next
laughing stock. haha. funny.

and for the nectared scent who claims to come clean off his ass. and will found out later that his undies are messed with the u know
thing..

oh, just remembered that somtimes humans tend to be the orangest thing they could get. pretending to be sweet yet sour.

tnx for the orangeclock. smells like fart i shant say. dont worry. that secret i wont tell. hu wud care to laugh by the way? skunky you!

DAS EXPERIMENT:TALAS SA PATALASTAS

september 16: tapos na
september 3rd week: abangan na lang baka magpost kami
september 27: 830-1 phan 307 a

note that all walk ins are pwede but not guaranteed. priority ang mga nag sign up. pero if di sila sumipot, then all is well hehe.

s hope
if this means for me to pay.. then again, ill allow myself to pull of some cash from my trust wallet and again see the changes. i have given this twice wrinkled in red. and some, just a pass by. for some unknown reason, there isnt any underlying attempts to cover up what has been mudpiled with. n times misinterpreted and what is given as a gift, ill later found with flies under the sewers. left to rot. and I...

have been oblivious to it all.

coz.. hard for me it is to avoid. i'm again one of the foolish hopefuls that will venture into another pseudo adventure. and just as i had stepped in the counter line, i again will empty my wallet and thrashed out the remaining pieces left. almost empty.
for that matter, allow me to pull off my ears and burn my eyes. i am again nothing. with nothing to sense with.
let me see the changes. and if not, better to have my antennas out. a relief that i wont see that red matter dumped sumwhere. or hear sighs and sympathies. ive got nothing more to trust. it'll take another more sunrises before i could raise bundles to put in my leather. and again to exchange with something not so really invaluable.