Astig yung Zombielang. Ngayon ko lang napanuod. :)) Patawad naman kung super late na ako manuod ng mga sine. Hindi kasi ako mahilig bumili o manuod ng mga ganto eh. :)) Haha. =)) “Time to nut up or shut up.” :))
So I’m not going to say my granny got me an iPhone when I already had one.. but in honor of our 200 followers, I’m going to give away a 32GB Apple iPhone 4! This unit is factory unlocked and openline already. It includes the handset, Apple earphones with remote and mic, dock connector to…
Now they’re sure no other country will interfere and everyone can be killed. It’s disgusting.
No one seems to care and probably no one will reblog this.
This disgusts me beyond belief. This is actually fucking happening in this world and all you’re going to probably do is glance at this and re-blog a kitten. If you could do anything, just fucking re-blog this.
Okay. So I came home early today in hopes that I’d be able to buy a hard case for my instrument. But unfortunately, there weren’t any in stock. Fudge biscuits. How I yearn for a hard case for my cello. D: But on the other hand, I bought a tuning fork. That was a total need for my solfege lessons. :))
Look at this site, isn’t it neat? Wouldn’t you think that this dashboard’s complete? Wouldn’t you think I’m the girl. The girl who blogs… everything? Look at this trove, treasures untold. How many wonders can one Tumblr hold? Looking around here you think. Sure, reblog everything. I’ve seen memes and hipsters aplenty. Reblogged graphics and text posts galore. You want messages? I’ve got twenty! But who cares, no big deal. I want more… I want to be where the hipsters are. I want to see, want to see them bloggin’. Putting some pics in their; What do you call it? Oh queue. Facebook and MySpace won’t get you far. Friends are required for liking, commenting. When they start creeping then you just… what’s that word again? Block. Up where they like, where they reblog. Where they have Caturday and Sundog. Signup is free. Wish I could be. Part of Tumblr. What would I give if I could live without these errors? What would I pay to spend the day scrolling my dash? Bet David Karp, he has a heart. Bet he won’t reprimend his followers. Bright young hipsters, don’t need misters. Forever alone. I’m ready to know what those hipsters know! Ask them my questions and get some answers! What is breathing? And what is… what’s the word? Air? When’s it my turn. Wouldn’t I love. Love to follow, like, and reblog. Out of Facebook. Wish I could be. Part of Tumblr.
Haha. My schedule and priorities are getting all messed up. :)) I’ve to finish researching for our video shoot tomorrow or on Saturday. Everything’s on my shoulders. My co-group members and our leader is asking me for help on the assigned topic; economic sufficiency. Maybe it’d be a whole lot easier if our teacher at least helped us. Oh, fudge biscuits. Oh well. I don’t blame him. I guess he’s just preparing us for college. :D So, meh. -__-
Doesn’t seem so hectic, right? It get’s better. I have to appeal to both my parents especially my father. He wants me to come to my brother’s birthday celebration. Take note, my brother is older than me and his birthday is this Saturday, not tomorrow. And my pops plans to treat us at some place. And if I refuse to come then magiinarte nanaman siya. And it so gets on my nerves when he acts like that. Really gets on my nerves. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have anything against my pops or my brother, it’s just that I’m a tad bit busier than usual.
Doesn’t sound so hectic yet? I promised that I’d attend a friend’s birthday party tomorrow night until morning and I have to keep my word. It might seem superficial but I absolutely have to keep my promise. To me, my promises are something that I can’t break if I can help it; and I always try to fulfill my promises. It’s like if I don’t fulfill my promises my conscience eats away at me. But if my reason for breaking a promise was exceptional then I wouldn’t feel so bad about breaking it. It’s hard to explain; it’s something only a gutt feeling would know.
And on Saturday I have to go to school to get my card or rather let my father get my card, that’s from 9 a.m. - 12 noon. But I have a music class at St. Scholastica’s College at 11 a.m. - 12 noon, and I have to bring my instrument; it’s hard to commute to and from St. Scho with a violoncello if you must know. And at 1 p.m. I have to go back to school for the video shoot. And I pray that my groupmates would cooperate even for a bit, just to finish the shoot.
Oh and did I mention that I won’t be able to sleep until I’ve finished the shoot? I won’t get a good night’s sleep, that’s a total bummer for me since my sleep’s an important part of the day. And if I don’t get a good night’s sleep then I’d doze off in class, again. And if that were to happen then I’d miss at least 3 subjects in a row. Oh well.