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unravelling the thoughts of an emotional blockhead

an evil day it was the other day.  let me jot it down for you:

point one: woke up real early to go walking as the night before, we went to pat’s house and decided that we’d all go for a walk.  the bad part?  we left the subdiv. at 6:30 in the a.m. to to to petron.  ’twas kind of cool, actually when we got there, all we did was drink gatorade and lemon snapple, not to mention snide at some of the people there.  actually, we wanted to eat at Mcdo’s but all we had–actually, all christian–had with him was 300 bucks. ehe. and there were five of us.  there was no way in hell that could’ve satiated our appetite.  anyways.  the walk going to petron lasted 30 minutes, as did the walk back, which was routed as thus: we walked all the way towards the hlls gate and jogged along the zigzag road and along the way to jigz’s house.  truth be told, i’ve never been that wheezed out before.   hung out at jigz’s for a while to drink water and we talked about lots of stuff.  we decided to have a sinking fund of our own, so that we could have some money come summer time.  ehe. bounced this idea to the benchers and they agreed.  left at 9, and tito gerold drove us to our respective houses.

point two: got home and caught ate roche cleaning my room.  i told her about the petron incident and she wasn’t at all pleased.  saw this as an opportunity to sell her one of the bags that i got from a certain illegal group.

point three:  in the afternoon, ate aina texted.  being that i’ve no more load, i want downstairs anbd texted using ate roche’s phone.  without permission. 

point four: watched sound of music.  okay, it’s not at all evil, but it does defy my childhood trademark of not having watched a single kiddie filick.

point five: wrote a very detailed outline of this new thing that i’ve  concocted.  let it be stated that this story contains romance and a priest.

hmm..i dunnow what came over me to do these things but what the hey.  i serioulsy hope that my mom won’t come across this journal. patay-patay kung ganun.

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