A-cup
A Tiny Sparrow
Why is there always a wall between me and that which the universe has conspired for my sake? Have I, in any way, ever lacked in the aspect of conveying the strength of my desire? If the case is as may be, then I won’t stop shedding tears for life to hear my cries.
I’m Amazing At Sales Talk.
Hi. We’re selling shirts.
We’d cater to buyers outside Cebu if they’d be willing to pay the shipping charge. We’re only considering LBC for now (minimum fee is P155) but if you prefer other delivery services, feel free to let us know.
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EDIT: If you’d like to lessen on the delivery charges, you can death threat your mates into buying so you guys could divide the cost. Just saying. ;)
If there is anything I have become exponentially better at, it’s talking to and being with people I have never been with before. The secret had always been right up front: focus on making your company worth their time rather than shallowly distressing over what they would think about you. The self-centered lone wolf is opening up!
Hello, world! Lol.
The Whining Unemployed
It’s not that I can’t get a job. It’s just that I can’t exactly decide on what I really want. Can anybody out there just tell me what I really want? Ugh. Why are these things so complicated?! But really, I just don’t want to work.
Moments of Difficult Breathing
Probably next in line for the hereditary heart ailment, but I’m not at all that alarmed as I have well embraced the fact of life’s impermanence.
Smelly Bouncing Balls
I don’t exactly hate kids. I just hate the annoyingly perky ones (which basically comprise maybe 90% of the kid population?). They’re all like bouncing balls, moving from one corner to another. My eyes just can’t keep up! Maybe if all these dozen kids gathered in my gparents’ would just sit and stare at each other for a moment, ah. Impossible.
Skyscraper Cover
(Sayop = Mali)
I’m not entirely sure why I bought a 4s. It could be that I was foolishly drawn into the whole self-honoring impression that in owning the latest gizmos and appearing to be tech savvy, one would move up to a higher level of social status. Or it could be that I was just vehemently drawn into this Fruit Ninja shit, of which the bottom line would be that I was just really bored. But it could also be that my birthday’s up in a few days and as a brat of overflowing pride, I wanted to see to it that no one would top the gift I would get myself. Lol. These don’t even make sense. I can be twisted and irrational at times but it’s always fun reasoning myself out an unreasonable sitch I, myself, weaved. Haha. I don’t know, I guess I’m just mental so I bought my poor, unemployed ass an iphone. Okay, let’s carry on with our lives now.
Not even sorry for my tumblr inactivity. I’m busy earning money to fund my freaking trips, money that eventually turn to donations for my grandma’s medical bills. Fuck, I’m not earning enough and am buying lipsticks I don’t even use. I’m quitting my mediocre job at the end of this month and hopping on to a new field I have not come to a decision on what yet. Should be something I would earn heaps from. July is fast approaching. We finally finished the vocal tracks for Nightmare City and merch design revelation is just around the corner. Brace yourselves, we’ll be sucking in your cash. Lol. I’m tired but, you know, life is worth tiring for.
We played for some clothing lines’ anniversary gig last weekend so I got another free shirt. Get all shirts free! Because I’m poor.
Just some hand control exercises.
Well you know, justice is a very twisted and subjective ideology. I even sometimes feel it’s a trap just trying to decipher its very nature.
But I Just —
My friend Romeo bombed me a quote to discern yesterday.
This cosmic dance of bursting decadence and withheld permissions twist all our arms collectively. But, if sweetness can win, and it can, then I’ll still be here tomorrow to high-five you yesterday my friend. Peace.
And I went: Dafuq is that, Bob? It’s probably something about life and how people in it are intertwined, that friendship is grounded on a positive that could render the former either timeless or limited. But then again, it could also just be about banging someone (Well, doesn’t ‘cosmic decadence and withheld permissions twist all our arms collectively’ seem like referring to sex?) and afterwards committing, in a friendly way at the very least, should something good take over.
He went: The hayl man! That be some weird stuff you spouting.
