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I'm broke.

I am here, all alone in my room, while all my friends are in Laguna, having the time of their lives. It sucks. I really wanted to go. But as usual, I'm broke. My parents don't wanna give me any money. Seriously, this SUCKS.

I can't think straight. Too many random thoughts. Err. So, this thing I realized: weekends are my "emo" days and weekdays are my "crazy" days.



Way too random. I'm sorry.

Comments

CK said…
tsktsk, lagi nln wlang pera. preho tau. =|
saul krisna said…
smile naman dyan sis... ako din wala ng pera... na hold up ako nung pinapaaral ko... bad trip... lapit pa namn ng bday ni ..... takte di ko alam itatawag sa special somone ko.... ex? gf? MU? waaaaah!!!! reserba?
Victoria said…
@CK.
gaya gaya. putek. hahaha :))

@Saul.
eto isang malaking smile :DDDD
hahaha. masaklap talaga ang walang pera. woohhh. MU na lang. :)
baterya said…
hahahaha earn from your blog na lang...it may not be that large pero you can have some money if you need it hehehehe.. just a suggestion..
★ Luna said…
Same here. Di ka nag-iisa. :<
erikaaa said…
aaww ! dont worries la.

theres gonna be next time ! :)
Victoria said…
@Baterya.
It's a nice suggestion. But I don't want advertisements on my page. Mukang madumi eh. Hahaha.

@Vin.
Ikaw? Walang pera?! Utut mo! xD

@Erika.
Hopefully, there will be.
★ Luna said…
Oo naman. Mahirap lang kami e. Swear. :)
Victoria said…
Mahirap lang daw. HMP. Fine, sige na nga. Hahaha :)

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