All's well that ends well, so to speak.
When the whole Manila is shouting about Super Juniors, I Myself is shouting too not because of them its because im going to get drunk again.
To be persuasive we must be believable; to be believable we must be credible; credible we must be truthful.
Sigh. Another day full of worries. My bag is full.
There's this woman who makes my heart pound big time. It pounds deeply though every time i see him happy with his "Man", How Uncertain.
I have a little secret, a secret that is haunting me for a while. A secret that "You and I" can talk underneath your favorite duvet. ♥
This is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.
There must be millions of people all over the world who never get any love letters . . . I could be their leader.
You know I'm V.I.P. You V.I.P. with mee.
Waving goodbye to good ole' people here in capital B. Going back to Manila in a little while. Bitin. Tsk. Tsk.