| USAPANG SPORTS |
[Feb. 22nd, 2006|09:31 am] |
MAGLARO. MAGLARO. MAGLARO.
MAGLARO. MAGLARO. MAGLARO.
Gusto kong maglaro.
Kahit ano pwede. Basta, gusto kong maglaro.
Nalulungkot ako dahil wala akong kalaro ngayon.
Gusto kong maglaro.
MAGLARO.
MAGLARO.
MAGLARO.
HAHAHA. May ikkwento pala ako.
( Usapang sports )
Gusto kong maglaro.
(Ayaw kong mag-aral.)
KALARO.
KALARO.
KALARO.
AYOS. Nagreply si kapitbahay. Makikipag-laro ng badminton sa akin mamaya. WOOHOO! (Siguradong may pustahan nanaman ito at matatalo ako.)
*shouts* MAY KALARO NA AKO!
P.S. Idol, nawawala yung tube ng tennis balls ko. Naiwan ko ata nung naglaro tayo. Hassle, nakakalat yung mga bola sa kwarto ko.
P.P.S. Gusto kong manood ng Zsazsa Zathurnah play. As usual, wala nanaman akong kasama. Wala akong mahila.
P.P.P.S. Gusto ko ng umuwi sa Batangas. Maraming tao doon.
P.P.P.P.S. Nakita niyo ba yung MALAKING building structure sa tapat ng MRT-North Edsa station at SM North Edsa? MALL yun. Extension ng GREENBELT. GREENBELT 5 ang tawag. May other name siya... nakalimutan ko lang. |
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| Justine Henin-Hardenne vs. Amelie Mauresmo |
[Jan. 29th, 2006|03:13 pm] |
Maraming nangyari ngayong linggo. Pero bago iyon...
Ipinapakilala ko ang aking kaibigan na manunulat pala.
(15 minutes ago ko lang nalaman na manunulat pala siya. 2 semesters ko na siyang kaibigan.)
( ang kwento ng bolpen at ang alamat ng mahiwagang tawa... )
Actually, kilala ko yung girl.
Tapos...
HAHAHAHAHAHA!
(Okay. Ayaw ko na. Pinagsabihan na ako. Masyado daw ako malakas mantrip.) |
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| Jarkko Nieminen vs. Paul-Henri Mathieu |
[Jan. 27th, 2006|11:40 am] |
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| | Summer Parade by Depapepe | ] |
It happened earlier this morning when I took off the house quite late for my 7am class. I had to commute because my dad wasn't around. The jeep I was riding hit traffic. Unusual since it was 6:30am still.
Tsismoso and tsismosa Filipinos as ever, they crowd in a small area, part of the road. There was tape around it. A uniformed man was guiding the vehicles to move forward. Policemen can be seen taking down notes, talking with the people and pushing the tsismosos and tsismosas out of the way. People kept on muttering with their nose covered.
The jeep I was riding stopped there. Taking a look on my watch, I was really getting late for my class. With a furious look at the driver, I noticed him asked the nearby policeman what was in a black trash bag.
I glanced and there I saw...
Chopped human arms and hands. Blood. |
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