disclaimer: i'm pretty sure that i'll be dead before may 10. someone is trying to kill me. so, in case i'll me missing in the next days, you'll know who is responsible for this.
dear norina may llesis luna-pitt vioda de ramsey,
i really cannot go with you to bora *trembling*. i know you'll say "WHAT?" with hands on the hips and eyes as big as owls, but, hear me out. first, the airfare is 5 thousand pesos.. do you know how many hungry african children could be feed by that amount *hand on the hip*? second, i don't want to share your limelight. you know how i draw attention. its your birthday, the spotlight should be yours. third, no room for my credit card. over populated, there will be stampede and riot if i'll use it. fourth, using/borrowing someone's credit card does not mean i'm free from debt. i still need to pay it, so, NO. and fifth, did i mention its 5 freakin' thousand pesos?
i know by now, you're thinking of every possible ways to ban me out of your life, so here are my pleas and petitions.
you cannot unfriend me on facebook and unfollow me on twitter. why? you'll then lose one cool friend. pity you. do you know how highly valuable i am? (you'd probably say 'no'). well, me too *biting nails*. still, it's one loyal pretty witty sexy(hmm, i'm out of the line) friend that you'll live without.
you cannot shun me out. come on, we share the same intestine. we finish each other's sentences. you are my initiation to the world of insanity. no one understood you the way i am (and vice-versa). we are twisted friend. it is against the "friendship law". *i'm rambling* my point is, i'm one of a kind. maybe not, but close to.
and before you plot my demise. come to think of it, killing me not only would lead you to prison. but, would it feels you bad that i could not take a glimpse of my future children anymore?, or a husband for that matter. what if i am the carrier of the offspring that will yield a cure for cancer? or what if my descendant will be the inventor of time machine? how do you feel for that? you would be responsible of the destruction of the possible greatest invention of mankind. can you not see that? the humanity needs me. the world would be a better place with me in it.
how can i fulfill my wish list in life then? (click this for reference) i haven't even touch that hermes bag(!) for crying out loud. okay, you can buy me one, but until then, put all kinds of weaponry away from me. and i have this feeling, that i could someday be a recipient of the prestigious nobel prize for "bulatikz" category, will you take that possibility away from me? i even plan to write my own biography with your name in every pages on it. and who would smile next to oprah and the queen on forbes magazine? THINK THAT!
hay! sorry madma.. its not about money... uhm, well it is, but, will you let money split us up? you are my bestfriend in the whole entire world.. were tight!
huh! feels like i used all the flowery words here. and all i need is a little sympathy. sorry madma.. better luck next time.. hay! if i only own an airplane *sad face*. wait! can i use boat?
and if you still want to end my fruitful life, could you at least do it while i'm on my best undies. coz, i sometimes wear tattered ones. let me die with dignity. ples lang!!
- that awkward moment when you're trying your damnest best to point out excuses.
labyah madma..
i know by now, you're thinking of every possible ways to ban me out of your life, so here are my pleas and petitions.
you cannot unfriend me on facebook and unfollow me on twitter. why? you'll then lose one cool friend. pity you. do you know how highly valuable i am? (you'd probably say 'no'). well, me too *biting nails*. still, it's one loyal pretty witty sexy(hmm, i'm out of the line) friend that you'll live without.
you cannot shun me out. come on, we share the same intestine. we finish each other's sentences. you are my initiation to the world of insanity. no one understood you the way i am (and vice-versa). we are twisted friend. it is against the "friendship law". *i'm rambling* my point is, i'm one of a kind. maybe not, but close to.
and before you plot my demise. come to think of it, killing me not only would lead you to prison. but, would it feels you bad that i could not take a glimpse of my future children anymore?, or a husband for that matter. what if i am the carrier of the offspring that will yield a cure for cancer? or what if my descendant will be the inventor of time machine? how do you feel for that? you would be responsible of the destruction of the possible greatest invention of mankind. can you not see that? the humanity needs me. the world would be a better place with me in it.
how can i fulfill my wish list in life then? (click this for reference) i haven't even touch that hermes bag(!) for crying out loud. okay, you can buy me one, but until then, put all kinds of weaponry away from me. and i have this feeling, that i could someday be a recipient of the prestigious nobel prize for "bulatikz" category, will you take that possibility away from me? i even plan to write my own biography with your name in every pages on it. and who would smile next to oprah and the queen on forbes magazine? THINK THAT!
hay! sorry madma.. its not about money... uhm, well it is, but, will you let money split us up? you are my bestfriend in the whole entire world.. were tight!
huh! feels like i used all the flowery words here. and all i need is a little sympathy. sorry madma.. better luck next time.. hay! if i only own an airplane *sad face*. wait! can i use boat?
and if you still want to end my fruitful life, could you at least do it while i'm on my best undies. coz, i sometimes wear tattered ones. let me die with dignity. ples lang!!
- that awkward moment when you're trying your damnest best to point out excuses.
labyah madma..
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