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Monday, October 23, 2006


kusina sa garahe

what the hell happened to my room.. tss..

my little sister, swear to god,


                                                                                       Gen scribbled @ 7:37 PM | 0 strangers bothered |

Thursday, October 19, 2006

which Backstreet Boy Is Gay
Backstreet Boys Lyrics

Yeah
we are one fire,
we have disires,
but one is that way,
one backstreet boy is gay,
but we don't want to be mean
since now he's a queen
don't ask please
which back street boy is gay,
tell me who?
ain't saying that its AJ,
tell me who?
ain't sayin that it Howie
tell me who,
i never wanna hear you say,
which Backstreet boy is gay

now i can see him,
he's in womens clothes,
but he don't need an IUD, yeah
he likes Village People,
he's playing croquet,
his dog is a pekinese

he is on fire,
his back, perspires
won't say, won't say won't say,
WHO'S GAY?!

he's always sayin,
ain't nothing but a butt ache
ain;'t nothin but a fruit cake
i never wanna hear you say (i don't wanna hear you say)
which one of us is gay,
tell me who?
ain't sayin that it's Brian,
WHY tell me who?
ain't sayin if your Kevin,
tell me who,
he's bakin up a souffle,
whcih backstret boy is gay....

OK we're ALL gay


found this one on google search for the video so you can sing along,, haha,,


                                                                                       Gen scribbled @ 3:23 PM | 0 strangers bothered |

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

I am who I am,,, am I?

I'm quite the opposite of outgoing.
I'm single and trying to be happy.
i am a bit frustrated at this point of my life.
i want to achieve something,
have a name of my own,
and be known by my abilities as early as now.
but things just don't happen your way all the time.
so now, I'm just waiting for His decisions.

I'm always a dreamer.
i have big ambitions for myself.
i can say that i have little achievements already.
but so little i still couldn't swallow it.

I'm vain(the pride one and the insecure one),
conceited(sometimes),
selfish and narcissistic.

I'm a little bit more than an average teenage boy.
people say I'm a spoiled brat. nah.. believe it or not, i really am not.

i easily fall in love. really... :)
what can make me fall? uhmmm.. simple.
+if that person can make me feel special most of the time
+if that person can comprehend with all of my thoughts and emotions
+if that person doesn't easily gives up
+if that person finds time for me whenever i need his/her presence and will prioritize me above all (i love myself and boy wouldn't i love being the center of any one's life)

i live my life by other people's words.
i am so affected by what others say about me.
because,
how can i walk proudly on the street when people i pass by will laugh at my flaws?
sure there are a lot of people who finds happiness on other people's imperfections. it's practical not to let crazy things happen. i have this word 'pride' in me. :)



                                                                                       Gen scribbled @ 6:50 PM | 0 strangers bothered |

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

maybe i like you because i long for a sister, not because i long for a girlfriend. and even if i don't like to, i know you see me as a little brother.


                                                                                       Gen scribbled @ 12:26 PM | 0 strangers bothered |

Monday, October 16, 2006



woosh,,!

To all those people who I snobbed in the past - be it in the ust walkways, the espana waiting shed or the library - I am deeply sorry. It is of utmost importance for you to know that I AM BLIND AS A BAT. My eyes are defected, at least I think they are cause they're both 5++ in grade. Haha. Don't hate me... :)


                                                                                       Gen scribbled @ 7:57 PM | 0 strangers bothered |

































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