kleenex and a bowl of chicken soup
darn it. i'm sick. my new best friend is this box of kleenex tissues i have beside me. and i'm getting the maid to make me a bowl of chicken noodle soup. getting sick sucks.i can't think of anything worth blogging. argh. and i have no prepaid. why is that everytime something good happens, something loserish like this would come right after?
getting sick sucks
jert's courting his girl again. the lucky damsel. damnit. my head hurts.. jert also found out that sir vince and i used to be together. he said "buti nalang di na sya kawawa sayo." the jerk. he was never "kawawa" with me. i almost never let him pay and i never get on his case with his smoking habit. (i'm not his mother. and he's old enough to know what's right and wrong.) darn. i'm talking about him again.
it's almost four pm. i'm supposed to be in mega now for practice but since i'm sick, i won't be going anywhere. oh, yeah. the picture i have of ica, i'll be posting it soon. with a big fat X on her face! haha..
G texted last night. i told him that i'll be running out prepaid and he laughed at my face. he has no compassion for sick people who are cellphone challenged. jert just also texted. he asked where i was. he knows that i have no prepaid and he's expecting me to answer him?
my soup is here..
07.06 pm
thanks to the wonders of modern medicine, i am no longer sick..=) unlike other people whose body resistance can't take 60 squats, it only takes me a couple of hours to get all better. and i can do 250 of those squat kicks (as opposed to the 60 regular squats that you're so weak not to take.) without crying inside and stuff!! haha.. okay, so that's just plain mean and doesn't make sense. but i'm not sick anymore!posted by dyca, whenever she felt like it.=)
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