SHIT KA KUPIDO!

Pinakawalan ni kupido ang pana ngunit nagdalawang isip sya sa mga huling segundo ng pagbitaw nito, huli na ang lahat at mabilis na tumusok ang pana sa dalawang nilalalng na may piring sa mga mata at kapwa hindi handa sa sumpa ng pag ibig. nag alinlangan ang mga isip ngunit sa likod ng mga nakapiring na mga mata ay kitang kita na umaapaw ang pagmamahal na gusto pakawalan sa oras na magkadikit ang mga katawan at labi. hindi alam ni kupido ang gagawin at nag antabay sa mga mangyayari, sabi ni kupido "SHIT KA KUPIDO". nang bumukas ang mga pakpak ni kupido ay humangin ng malakas at naalis ang piring sa mata ng dalawang nilalang at nakita na may pana na nakatusok sa kanilang mga puso.

ilang araw at gabi na balisa ang dalawa at nag iisip kung bubunutin ba nila ang panahahayaan nalang nila ang pagkakabaon nito. sa muli nilang pagkikita ay walangsalita ang lumabas sa kanilang mga bibig at ang dating mga itim na mata ay asul na, walang sabi sabi ay mahigpit silang nagyakapan at muling nagdampi ang kanilangmga labi at hinawakan ang pana ng bawat isa at sabay itong binunot. tulad nginaasahan ay umapaw nga ang dugo ng tunay na pagmamahal na habang tumatagalay lalo lang lumalakas ang pag-agos at daloy nito.

bumitiw ang isat isa sa pagkakayakap at dumulas ang kanilang mga kamay upangmaghawak at nabitawan sa kabilang kamay ang hawak na pana ni kupido. nagkatitigan saglit at pilit na ngumiti kahit may mga luha nang namumuo sakanilang mga mata. wala nang nagawa si kupido sa kanya mga nakikita at pinulotang mga nalaglag na pana, sa pag dampot nya ng mga ito ay napatakan ng dugo angkanyang mga kamay mula sa puso ng dalawa... dun nya naramdaman kung gaanokasakit ang nadarama ng dalawa at napaiyak nalang, tinignan ang dugo sa mgakamay at dun lang sya nakakita ng ganung kapulang dugo na tila sumisibulo ngwalang hanggang pag ibig na nasasayang.

tumayo si kupido at tumalikod sa dalawa, ipinikit ang mga mata at inisip kung anoang dapat nya gawin. sa kanyang pag kakapikit ay lalo lang nyang naramdaman angkalungkutan at narinig ang taghoy ng mga pusong may sugat mula sa mga tinangalna pana. napabulong sa sarili "SHIT KA KUPIDO". pagmulat ay nakita angdalawang pana na may bahid ng dugo. hinawakan ang mga talim nito at nahiwa angmga daliri, bigalang nagningning ang mga mata ni kupido at muling humarap sadalawa.

hiniwa ni kupido ang kanyang mga pakpak, pilit na tinangal at kinabit ito sadalawang nilalang, tig-isa sila, sa isip-isip niya ay parang tanga tong dalawa natig-isa lang ang pakpak pero alam nya na ndi makakalipad ang isa kung wala angisa... darating ang panahon na maghihilom ang mga sugat ng puso, maaring hindi pa sila ngayon makakalipad pero balang araw... balang araw muli silang liligaya... ngmagkasama...

bumitiw sa pagkakahawak ang dalawa at tumalikod na, naglakad papalayo mula saisa't isa, hindi nila alam na sabay silang bumulong. "SHIT KA KUPIDO", at hindirin nila alam na may tig-isa silang pakpak, pareho rin silang nakahawak sa dibdibupang pigilan ang pagtagas ng dugo mula sa kanilang mga puso, at hindi nila alamna naroon si kupido sa pagitan nila kung saan sila huling tumayo ng magkahawak at agkaharap, lumuluha at nasasaktan din. tinatanong ang sarili. "ano nga ba angpag-ibig?"

hindi na napigilan ni kupido ang damdamin, napaluhod at napatingala sa madilim nakalangitan at sumigaw...

"PATAWAAAAAD!" o

I don't like his new girlfriend=)

I don't have a reason, but you know. Shes going out with the man and used to go out with too! And I guess I'm badly jealous . Shes kinda thin and not so pretty.Niahehe..=) 

(bad=])


Lyrics | Avril Lavigne lyrics - Girlfriend lyrics

sana dmu mabasa to=)

I Love Him and I Wish to Know What He Thinks!

I am really confused right now. I love this guy( my my classmate),  since the beginning of the school SEMESTER. Actually, I met him 3 weeks ago, but we did not really get to know each other until this class.


He sits right behind me in one class(marketing). We almost talk every classes. That was my favorite class because of that. Day by day, I realized I love him more and more.


My friend,and I always make jokes about HIM, saying he is our dream guy. She was only joking, but I am actually serious. Well, nobody knows that. =) hays.. mahal na kita Kevin joe Saclamitao.. ^^

cant find the other way:(

最近この世界(even me)のおかしな面ばかり見えてしまう。早いところわたしの"夢"を実現するしかないのかなー。たくさんのひとにしあわせをもらっているけど、

=) suck..

jejemon! hehe

.... my fuckn name iz ordonez gally leah ..but some fuckn pipol kall me gal .. look hoes i walked dat halls of humble middle skool.. i came to thiz world on ( oct.14.1990) im fuckn 19 years old nd still .. in dat fuckn 2nd yr bicthz .. if u have a problem with me come to my fuckn face nd say it  to me.. i fuckn hate ppl dat talk shit nd dont say nothng .. bicthz.. i am taken by dat fuckn best hoes.. his fuckn name is****tooot***. :) you fuckn bicth better remember me as dat fuckn carzy one,wild one hoes.. keep my name in your head and also fuckn hoes keep it out of your fuckn mouth!

-letse. JEJEMONSTER! HAHA!

=)

wish him all the best. I have forgiven him for what he did. He's young and still has time to grow up. All of us have regrets. He's 20. =)

BITCHAH!

A SIMPLE BITCH WILL TAKE U WHERE U NEED TO GO.A REAL BITCH WILL THROW U THE KEYS & SAY IT NEED GAS.A SIMPLE BITCE WILL TELL U NOT TO 2 FIGHT IT AINT WORTH IT. A REAL BITCH WILL SAY BEAT HER ASS AND TELL THE CROWD U BEETA NOT JUMP IN.A SIMPLE BITCH WONDERS UR BUSINESS N WHO UR MAN IS.A REAL BITCH KNOWS THE 1ST N THE LAST NAME HIS BDAY WERE HE LIVE WHO HE RELATED 2.HOW MANY BABYMAMAS HE HAS HOW MANY BITCHES HE TALK 2. A SIMPLE BITCH WILL LET A REAL BITCH KNOW THAT SHE WILL BACK THE FUCK UP OR GET KNOCKED OUT.A REAL BITCH WILL KNOCK HA ASS OUT.A SIMPLE BITCH WILL READ THIS AN REALIZE THAT SHES A SIMPLE BITCH. A REAL BITCH WILL PASS THIS TO THE NEXT REAL BITCH.! 

and so.. i am BITCH! EW!

HMC pakyu!

ahyyy.... SH*T!@#%&*()

boring tlga ng HMC! sarap absentan!

grrrr...

maam.. makadlaw ka met!

maraming inaAntok sa klase mOo!

amf.=X

a poem..=)

He Said, She Said

My parents told me a lot of those things, but they helped me. I guess it's how you look at it.

They delivered me out of profound darkness
With the kissing promise of saving light
The key, they said, was in their mighty hands
Looking up with poignant eyes, I followed.

Put a smile on your face, she said. So I did.
And the burning anguish melted into my soul.
Don’t you dare cry, he said. So I didn’t.
And my tears forever dried up into toxic ashes.

Be good or Dad won’t come home, she said. So I was.
And my heart raced to hear that door open every night.
You don’t know what love it, he said. So I doubted.
And the little I held onto floated away into the clouds.

Go to church and pray and you’ll be fine, she said. So I did.
And resentment built as my God betrayed me time and again.
If you’re unhappy here we’ll send you away, he said. So I lied.
And old recollections of isolation and neglect filled my heart.

No one likes to be around a sad person, she said. So I joked.
And the fool, cloaked in silliness, kept the monsters at bay
Be grateful for what you have, he said. So I tried.
And all the things in the world could not simply hug me.

There are people worse off than you, she said. So I imagined.
And guilt burned like acid through the core of my being.
Straighten up and fly right, he said. So I worked harder.
And hiding behind the scholar was a desperate little girl.

You have nothing to feel bad about, she said. So I stopped feeling.
And the little ones reached out to take my pain for safe keeping.
Anger is not acceptable in this house, he said. So I laughed.
And I ran the razor across my skin to secretly unleash the emerging rage.

You don’t know how good you have it, she said. So I wondered.
And I watched others pass by and wished to share their pain.
I’ll give you something to cry about, he said. So I grit my teeth.
And I so wished he could hear my cries and know what I knew.

I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life, she said. So I cringed.
And I dreamed I was dying a slow torturous death at the hands of loved ones.
Don’t dare talk about family matters to strangers, he said. So I shut up.
And I became numb to myself and the world around me after all.

There's nothing more that can be done for you, they said. So I believed them.

my quote=)

When I was 16, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 3 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

SURFIN' MY FACEBOOK..

"Yeah. No. I expect nothing more."

OH MY GOD my spending!

That pretty much sums up my daily/weekly/monthly/yearly expenses.
SA INTERNET LANG YAN HUH?
For someone with very little money to her name and risk going bankrupt every 60 seconds, I spend a lot. It all mostly goes to food and internet. So now, not only am I broke but I am also growing sideways and will probably die of a heart attack. Awesome! harrr..

This semester has been the worst. All I do is find an excuse to stay away from home and hang with new friends at the nearest restaurant/cafe. I love chatting the day away but my wallet is taking a huge blow as the days go by.

Budgeting is not really my forte' but I am trying. I did manage to save some money for more than a year. Not a single cent was touched. Well, not touched until june came along anyway. That is a record in my books.

haha..

my world

Doesn't it make the world go round?

I am so exciting. I mean really really exciting.

A couple of people have asked me what my time schedule is like so I thought maybe because you dear reader might need a sleep aid I would lay it out for you! Here it is:

Sunday:
9:00-12:00 church
12:00-12:30 lunch
12:300-4:30 bonding with Cien
Monday:
10:30-12:00 classes
1:00-3:00 classes
3:00-5:30 free time

5:30-600 classes
Tuesday:
10:00-12:30 classes

1:00-2:30 classes

7:30-9:30 FOCUS
I really don't mind keeping busy. It keeps my mind off that I have no social life. I am starting to not like NOT having a day off. I want to be able to go out and stay out late without worrying about how tired I am the next day. I can function in classes with little sleep but I have a hard time on bonding with cien and not being grouchy if I don't have sleep. I would rather be busy than having too much time on my hands though.

So anytime anyone is up for doing anything let me know! Yum...hello?

*cricket*

Just put your lips together and blow.....
Yip yip
Tap Tap Tap BOOM

*bounce*

Just thinkin...

At what age in an artist's life do they become, if so lucky, the person who made the art they are known for?

When do we become real?

tsk..

TOL JUN CAYA.

jun: bebs! this game is for you!

faye: yeah bebs! goodluck.

jun: love you=)

faye: love you too..^^

gal: aw! kakaingGit naman.. =)

MY CHILD


I just wanted to remind you today of how beautiful you are because there is a father of lies who will try to deceive you. He will try to tell you that you are not good enough, not attractive enough, not thin enough, not strong enough, not smart enough, not righteous enough, and that you are simply unimportant to Me.

He will try to tell you that you have broken one too many promises, that you have fallen one too many times, that you have lived one too many lies, and that you've been going in the wrong direction so long that it is pointless to turn back now. But guess what?

YOU DO NOT BELONG TO HIM. HE IS NOT YOUR FATHER. I AM.

You see, you are My creation. My workmanship. You have been borne of My thought, every part of you placed together by My hands. You have My thumbprint upon you. You are a prince/princess, did you know that?

You are My child, the child of THE King!

I look at you and see a precious, priceless pearl. There is no ocean I would not swim, no mountain I would not climb, no price I would not pay to have you and to be with you and call you My own. I already have.

I have done all that I could, given all that there is. I desire to be with you every moment of every day. How I long for you to talk to Me every day. My love for you never grows cold. My promises are never broken (contrary to what he might lead you to believe). My character never changes. And you, my child have been made in My image.

I love you dearly, unconditionally and completely. I understand every emotion that you have. I've been there. I count every tear that you cry. I know every hair on your head. And do you know what?

I even know your weaknesses and your failures and your fears. I know those hidden parts of you that you wish would go away. Those dark corners of your world that you stuff deep down, praying that no one will ever see. I have already seen them and they will not change my love for you.

Nothing will.

I love your heart and I desire all of it. I just wanted to remind you today of how beautiful you are and how precious you are to Me. With Immeasurable Love,

Your Heavenly Father.

CAN'T WAIT TO WATHCHA!

TWILIGHT SAGA

ECLIPSE

HATERS?

I hate the word 'hate' . . it's a horrible, rare word for me. But when it is the first word that emerges, it's a pretty obvious sign. Here is my 'story.. It is wonderful that this site is mine, as talking to 'him' is useless as he rather scream at the top of his lungs and grab a beer than sit down and actually discuss problems. So we had been friends for years, and at the beginning I was very much in love . well unfortunately my knight in shining Armour turned out to be a man where in tin-foil . . and after a few years I ended up single in a strange town(Baguio). So I started coming around and playing the good guy/friend that just wanted to hang out and go with my other friends . .To tell you the truth, I actually felt sorry for him . . last minute. . . I was a stupid girl for thinking 'gee, what's wrong with those other women!' . .well it did not take long to figure out, I just didn't want to believe it. It started out with "shots"every weekend. . .he worked out of their own bar. . .so then we started txting/calling non stop. . .ridiculous hours of the night. . sometimes drunk, either way angry i was not answering my phones. He was a master at guilt trips, but somehow he always convinced me in the end I was just being 'bitter' and not letting anyone get close to me. I was so angry. . that I considered maybe he was right. Stupid me. Then his prince charming side came back around. . .he was convincing and kind, out going, romantic, gentleman, mature . .etc. . . I was hesitant. . .but also weighing my options and trusting him, it seemed like a smart choice. Then the controlling behavior started..

My friend still in love with her ex..

My bff broke up with her boyfriend last year. WELL, right before school started they broke up. The other day i was gettin a piece of paper out of her notebook and there was a piece of paper and it said "fourteen" +(the name of the guy she broke up with). Now, me and this guy are real close friends, should i talk to him about this? I haven't told her i saw it yet..

pero sa totoo lang, mahal din xa ng lalaki eh..=) ramdam ko un!

The only thing I hate more than people who make fun of other people is people who don't laugh when I do it.

harhar..=)

por da sekond taym arawnd..haha

Friends are treasures.


-haha! natatawa lang ako d2. tsk. kalain niu?klasmate ko ulet to! wah! classmate ko xa dati sa BIOLOGY nun saSLU. toink. Liit ng mundo.^^

unang buwan.

Lil'Cien..^^

la lang.

nakakamiss ka lang anak.=(

Good thing we have an unlimited texting plan.

pangarap kong celepono.=)

Conversations With Myself

(AKO AT SI AKO)

Present Me: Hey gally, it's me, er, disi-nuebe na ko.

2000(9yr old) Me: Hey! Would you mind not sitting on my m2m records? I have them all lined up on my bed in the order I want to listen to them.

Present Me: Oops, sorry about that. No really! I've come back in time to let you know what's in store for your future. Super daming nangyari SAYO.. ummm!

2000(9yrold) Me: Uh, huh. ok.. ok.. kwento mo. butlig pa ba pantalon?uniforms?

Present Me: Nope. Mostly I wear jeans and tees. Or turtlenecks on coolish days lalo na sa baguio dati.... So far there has been no world-wide mandate for a single uniform. Which is a good thing, since I would look horrid in a "butlig suit" now. Especially a silver one. haha!

So.... what do you want to know about the year 2010?

200oMe: 2010 eh? Okay, I'll play along. Do I have a flying car?

Present Me: Nope. But I do own a reliable cell phone...

2000Me: Now that's just depressing. A phone? You're all freaked out about a phone? We've had those for like, 3310 nokia model you know.

Present Me: Not one like this! You can surf the 'net, take photos, listen to music, and erm, even phone people.

2000 Me: Far out... where do you plug it in? Don't you have cameras anymore?

Present Me: Oh sure, I have one too; to take BETTER pictures than my phone!

2000 Me: Uh huh. And your camera is also used to call people, but not as well as your phone, right? Ooooo - kay...... What the heck is "surf the net?" We don't live near the ocean.

Present Me: No, no. It has nothing to do with water. The "Net" is short for "Internet"! An amazing NETwork of interconnected computers for the sharing of information all around the world!

2000 Me: Like a big encyclopedia? I always wanted to own a whole set of encyclopedias... a good set with like 20 volumes and fake leather binding. Unless of course I was rich in the future and I could afford REAL leather. That would be groovy. I could look up anything without having to walk all the way to the Library.

Present Me: No, no, no. All that information is now stored digitally. No need for encyclopedias anymore, you can Google anything on your computer.

2000 Me: Google? What's a Google? That sounds made up. Gooooooogle, Googly... Googly... Goo-Gill-Lee!

Present Me: Stop it shhh.. lokaloka!

2000 Me: Sorry. Well,I like encyclopedias... tapos? anu pa mga mangyayari? yayaman ba ako?

Present Me: No. haha.. actually, mabubuntis ka agad. haha!

2000 Me: Look. I'm sorry, but I really do think you're pulling my leg. kalokohan yan! No metallic jumpsuits, no rocket-powered cars, no encyclopedias. I don't believe you're from the future at all. Mabubuntis pa ako??! Talk shit! Are you sure you're not just some crazy relative that stopped by for a visit with my Dad? You look familiar.

Present Me: Well, I COULD prove it to you by giving you some pictures of CIEN..^^
2000 Me: who's cien? whoah!

Present Me: anak mo. I mean, anak ko. ahy! anak pala natin
2000 Me:iiiiishhhh! Now THAT'S something I want to hear about! Then? who's my husband?

Present Me: Er.... wellllll...... wala eh.. ='(

*tooOooot* END

Aw, Shucks...

I was reading my Yahoo messenger the other day (gallyordonez@yc) and came across an email that really made my day.

"I just love your blog!"

Aw, shucks, thanks.

matt:"I've been a blogger for months pa lang eh..")

me:Well, that's always nice to hear.

"Keep up the great work; I really enjoy the chuckles you provide."

me:Gosh, you're making me blush now.



Wow, what a nice surprise. Who the heck was this from, anyway? I look at the signature.

All the best, my ex. WACKY MATHEW. weEeeh!!

Cool! Another matt!
at I'd Rather Be Blogging.com

Oh, crap.


....sigh....^^

si abigail. bow!

REST IN PEACE ABIGAIL=(

-namatay si aby dahil sa paglilihi.. ouch!


Time to save DOGS!

sweetie wishart nathan..^^

"natatawa lang ako dito. haha! High School memories..=)

Ive been making a list of the things they don't teach us at school. They don't teach us how to love somebody. They don't teach us how to be famous. They don't teach us how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach us how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach us how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach us what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach us anything worth knowing. true?

ako.

5month-pregnant=)

Being pregnant can be one of the most wondrous and magical adventure that everyone can ever experience. You will most likely feel love, patience and other emotions that bubble up within you. Naramdaman ko un nun.. tsk.

I also look forward to my baby's arrival in this world with huge anticipation. I long for the day when I can finally physically carry my baby in my arms and look at my baby in the eyes=)

Here was the design I had in mind:I were supposed to paint THE WALL. They weren't supposed to attack the SLC pag ginawa ko yan. tsktsk.. I at least got to draw this admittedly experimental piece..^^chow!

BRING ME DOWN..

THIS SONG IS FOR YOU-------GAGU!

trisha.faye.guen

A loyal friend laughs at your jokes when they're not so good, and sympathizes with your problems when they're not so bad.

NAZSER..

Ang cute ng tuta ni Jessica. kala ko nung una Manika.. haha! lab'it!=)

I think we are drawn to dogs because they are the uninhibited creatures we might be if we weren't certain we knew better. They fight for honor at the first challenge, make love with no moral restraint, and they do not for all their marvelous instincts appear to know about death. Being such wonderfully uncomplicated beings, they need us to do their worrying.

-gallyleigh-

-AboutMe-

Main's Chick'zs Be'

['faye dianne mer damian']

Main's Dudez's Be'

['bryanjay(:, Deivy(;']

-2ndyear Tourism-

{'Saint Louis College'(:}

[nyetang school]

BirthDay

['Oct14']

AqeNothinn'ButANumber(;

BitchByNatureHun(;

FavoriteNumber

['21']

AnyQuestions.'??

[Hit'Me'Uhp]

NoJockeinqqShitPlease

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

..MyMotto↓..

I Finally Told My Mom About My Blog.

I Finally Told My Mom About My Blog.

Before I get to the part where the title of this post comes into play, please allow me to give you some background information on my mother.

My mom is, in many ways, a saint. She does so much for others, and she does it selflessly. She is also incredibly neurotic and paranoid, which worked out well for me since I inherited these traits and they have really become the fodder of many a-post.

My mom is the type of mom who called me up one morning.

Sounds like a caring mom, right? Well, considering the fact that she lived 1.5 hours away and was relying on the KOREA to give her up-to-date weather information, coupled with the fact that I was in walking distance of my me being a student makes this story a bit funnier, in my humble opinion. I seriously wish I had saved the calls, since my mom also had yet to realize that a person's calls has to be dialed in to listen to messages, as opposed to the standard, almost-obsolete answering machine. So the call was something like, "gal? gal, are you there?! gal, pick up. gal, it's Mom. Listen, gal, where are you? It's snowing in Korea. I'm watching The Weather Channel right now. Gal, are you listening? Call me. It's your mom. I love you." And the best part? I looked out the clock and it was too late. shit nu?


But then the lovely little Blog of Note thing happened, and I could hardly contain my excitement. Finally, I broke down and told her.

gal: Mom, I have to tell you something. I've wanted to tell you for a long time now, but I didn't want you to get upset.
Mom: Oh my God, you're pregnant again!*

*My mother always thinks I'm about to drop at school again. Obviously I'd prefer not to be for awhile, but seriously, it's not like we couldn't deal with the consequences. I digress.

gal: No, I'm not pregnant. Do you know what a blog is?
Mom: No.
gal: It's like an online diary. You write stuff and other people read it. I have one. And a few days ago na blog ko.
Mom: Just tell me one thing: is there any bad news in this story at all?
gal: Um, not that I know of.
Mom: Thank God.
gal: Yeah.
Mom: What do you write about? People can't see where you live, can they?
gal: No, Mom. I never write about anything too personal. I mean, it's not like I talk about you on there or anything.
My mother then asked if she could read it, so I pulled up a few posts.

"So??" I asked. "Do you like it?!"

"Yes, but you're going to need me to help think of funny stuff to write. Don't worry, I'll make a list."

And that, my friends, is the story of how I went about telling my mom I have a blog.


-ang OA at igno ng mama ko.

LOKA-LOKA KONG INSAN

Cousins from the beginning, friends till the end!

LOLA NA SI MAMA..

A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us. When adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts. ~Washington Irving

D'duo..

What Stops Lovers Getting Back Together?

You know, sometimes you try so hard to get back together with an ex and yet it just doesn’t happen. BUT still.. magkaibigan pa rin namn kame.. haha! toink.

Should ex-lovers be friends?

ABSOLUTELY YES! But only as friends and not as deep-level friends.

What is wrong with being friends with the man/woman who used to be a part of your life? The mere fact that you allowed him/her entry into your heart is indicative of your past desire to let him/her possess you in whatever way possible in the name of love. Just because you broke up owing to differences of opinion or that somebody new changed your heart, is not right for you to just forget the person who you used to love or if not, who made you smile sometime in your yesterday. Friendship is friendship. It means cordiality and kindness out of the dictates of one's education or breeding, or out of the simple reason that you just want civility. Period.

BONDING.. WHOAH!

A good friend will bail you out of jail, but a true friend will be sitting beside you say " Damn that was fun! hahaha! Puti ng legs ni bryan.. tsk!..

MMS

Cellphone: 1 MMS RECEIVE

WHO'S THIS?

one...


two..


three..



yeah right.. its SHEHERAZADE MACUSI

ang Mata..

-umalis ako sa bahay, tulog pa xa.. PAguwi ko sa bahay.. Tulog na xa.. aw! I miss you baby..

BAGUIO.Prendship=)

FAYE DAMIAN..

MY PussyCat..
My Friend,
my companion,
through good times and bad
my friend, my buddy,
through happy and sad,

She's there to listen,
She's there to talk,
with happiness, with smiles,
with pain and tears,
I know you'll be there,
throughout the years!

-sya lang ngay ung karamay ko nung pregy days ko=) salamat fayeah! meOoow!

Cellphone: RIIIIINGGGG!

Cell Phone Etiquette: Observations from moms DAW?

Am I being punk’d? Could these hilarious, unbelievable, annoying and silly stories that happen around me be real? Bawal na daw Unli sakin? tsk! bakit?I need the general do’s and don’ts of cell phone use, sabi nila. KALOKOHAN! Erpat actually caught me sleeping with my cell phone once! Duh!? bwisit! toink.

This is how it started.. :)

*Milcien Lorelei Ordonez. My 11th-month baby.As a Single parent, Iaccept from the start that it is all my fault. Every last inhibition, weakness and thing that goes wrong inmy child's life is down to me -- however old she is. If Cien get bullied, bully, pick the wrong course at university or marry the wrong guy, it is all because I did it wrong. As a parent -- deep-down,I know I suck. I know it is not the Cien's fault (however old the she is) --I made a hash of it. Hope you can read this someday Dear Daughter..

"Everyone falls in love sometimes.. Sometimes its wrong and sometimes its right.Beat me, hate me but You could never break me. tsktsk.. Hurt people Hurt people! Tulungan pa kita..=) harr.. You'll always get what you deserve in the long run. Make Sure Your Doing The Right Things.. This is for us SINGLE MOMs..