i wonder who squeled on me THIS time. argh. i know it was my mom’s anus friend, balot. argh argh argh.
but it was my fault anyways and i take the blame and THIS time, it’s finally implanted in my head. just
please don’t stop dancing with me. we’ve hardly even started. yeah, i talk in metaphores now. i know i’m fuuuckin awesome! lol.
i don’t mind if you don’t tell me that you love me when i say it first. i’d appreciate silence rather than
a lie but idk, something inside me is telling me that you want to stop or maybe that you could do better?
please don’t do this to me. don’t tell me that there’s something better out there for you because it’s not true. and i’m
willing to prove that.
so anyways, today was interesting. it’s like a was PMS victim or something. lol. today was a random day and i kinda enjoyed it but it’s finally the end of the day and GOD, i’m glad it’s over!!
it makes me feel dangerous.
then me and james went to the jeepney terminal for an adventure. that was fun. we decided to ride a jeepney going to church for bible study. that was cool. i forgot how interesting jeepney people are. and for the record, pinays do NOT look good in trashy blonde hair and extremely FAKE blue contacts [or any color as long as it looks fake for that matter].
and then THIS, the cherry on top of my day.
“ring ring…” [mom calling]
“issa. buricat gyud ka noh?! why do you have pictures of you kissing james on RINGO?! blah blah blah” talk about how i’m a slut and how i’m probably not a virgin anymore and how she’s going to take me in for tests.
“mom? erm.. uhm.. i didn’t know na people would see it cuz i tried to mke it as private as possible. i didn’t even accept anyone on that site!”
and then the rest of the conversation was basically about how i was in big trouble and how i was going to get beaten up when i got home and shit.
and then i lost my appetite. right after James bought me a chicken meal. argh. i hate moments like that.
plus i saw kc. that was just splendid. sex makes you look like more of a bitch man diay noh? lol.
BUT I SWEAR I’D PASS THAT TEST IF I TOOK IT. I SWEAR I WOULD!
and then when i got home, i was expecting to get beaten up the second i walked into the room but by GODS MIGHTY LOVE AND GRACE,i didn’t. we had a calm conversation but as usual, there were tears. you can’t go wrong with those things. [awh, i was guilty oie. i mean, they had many points]
i guess it really wasn’t a big deal.it was a fucking kiss on the cheek. it could be worse!
i hung out with james at church after. then ayala. got new flips and shades. yey. :]
don’t leave me, babe.