Ako'y natisod, natapilok
Natisod, natapilok
Di maingat sa pagmamahal . . .
I. JUST. HATE. THE. SONG. If I am sexy and hotness Fergie, I would freak out 'til my lungs can't take it anymore. Funny thing is this was the first song that my mind played after my little "accident".
I earned myself a cute little wound in the face that wasn't cute at all. I met an accident last night. A collision. Oh well, not really an accident but let's just call it that because I can't bear to think how stupid I could really be oftentimes. I collided with the wall! I wasn't drunk. I wasn't in drugs. It just so happened that the wall was there, standing tall and proud so I banged my face because I was stupid enough to not turn on a light. WHAM! BAM! That hurts like hell. For half a minute, I was on the floor cringing in pain. My worry was that I might look like beaten Pacquiao after his first match with Morrrrrales in my graduation picture. GOD. Good thing we haven't scheduled it at this time, at least not yet. And oh, I also have bruises on my knees, left and right.
Natisod, napadapa na na na na tatanga-tanga. . .
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