I`M DONE.
18 January 2009
.. with sacrificing for others.
Damn. I`ve been sacrificing for almost three years now yet the people whom I sacrifice for don`t even know it. I`ve reached my limit. I`m tired of going home late at night, not take a decent supper and immediately sleep `cause duh you`re dead batt and patal so you can`t even make your homeworks na. It feels crap knowing you had to shed and perspire while the others arrive home early, make their homeworks, and actually feel fresh and not tired? And failing a test just because you practiced up to 10 PM and practice once the morning after? Shit lang.
I had to suffer for almost a hundred
sermons and I still don`t get what I deserve- appreciation, a simple concern, hell love! Wala talaga. Maski tanong man lang kung okay kami. You don`t know how it feels to be anticipating a
sermon. Man it`s hella death defying. Exagge much? But it`s the word that can describe it.
I`ve been venting out at my
Multi blog. In case you want to know more.
I realized reality wasn`t the escape after all.
I`M DONE.
18 January 2009
.. with sacrificing for others.
Damn. I`ve been sacrificing for almost three years now yet the people whom I sacrifice for don`t even know it. I`ve reached my limit. I`m tired of going home late at night, not take a decent supper and immediately sleep `cause duh you`re dead batt and patal so you can`t even make your homeworks na. It feels crap knowing you had to shed and perspire while the others arrive home early, make their homeworks, and actually feel fresh and not tired? And failing a test just because you practiced up to 10 PM and practice once the morning after? Shit lang.
I had to suffer for almost a hundred
sermons and I still don`t get what I deserve- appreciation, a simple concern, hell love! Wala talaga. Maski tanong man lang kung okay kami. You don`t know how it feels to be anticipating a
sermon. Man it`s hella death defying. Exagge much? But it`s the word that can describe it.
I`ve been venting out at my
Multi blog. In case you want to know more.
I realized reality wasn`t the escape after all.
A simple biography of myself
I'm not just a girl-- I'm a fangirl
P A T R I C E 쟁유
Sixteen. TAC, Philippines.
College freshman.
Professional crammer.
Frustrated dancer.
Rejected uljjang.
Awesome fangirl.
I sing and dance but I'm not good at it. I used to hate pink. I don't want to be materialistic but I kind of am. Only a little. I love to fangirl, it pretty much takes all of my free time. Scratch that, all of my time.
And I really, really like pretty boys.
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