A letter to Balagtas
Dear Balagtas,
You good sir are ever so lucky that you have been reliefed of this torture called life. Because of you, I have to spend money for props which I may not get back because of some people who have not paid yet. Because of you I try my best to finish props wherein we dont have any time for. And why dont we have time you ask? Well there is a lady in [usually] white who apparently dislikes the fact that we work hard to recreate/slightly altered and MORE ENTERTAINING version of your oh so pathetically plotted story FLORANTE AT LAURA. I specially despise the lead character of that pathetic plot, it has GAY written all over it. He is as pathetic as your story that I am so sick and tired of hearing him whine as he pours his missery onto a stranger that has YAOI written all over it.
You have no idea how much I want to stick your sorry ass head into a damn platter and serve it to a hungry pack of wolves if only it wasnt deteriorating right now. I'd pitty the dogs that would have to eat your fugly wrinkly stinky head.
Two words....... you suck
go ahead damn it... haunt me if you want...nyarharharharhar!!
~~~
WASNT IT A BEAUTIFUL DAY!!!! OMG!!!! i soooo love this day despite the fact i had props making to do ^^
I LOVE LOVE LOVE THE WEATHER!!! its just right!!!
I SOOOO wanted to share this joy with my friends.... but sadly... i couldnt find them... damn the fact that im too slow to get my ass out of the classroom... i had to walk around twirling around the school like some 1st grader wishing that my friends were there to look at me like a mad man while i talked to them about how i loved this day...
but when i did finally meet them... they couldnt share the joy.
sadness.... sigh
but at least i was able to share this with Mariano! ^-^ hehe. I've been raring to tell someone about how much I loved it ^-^. hehe. we were one of those who stayed late doing props that's not finished yet...
sigh sigh.
I'M SO HAPPY THAT NO ONE CAN DEPRESS ME!!!!
this's only for today XDDDD
[try me...]
You good sir are ever so lucky that you have been reliefed of this torture called life. Because of you, I have to spend money for props which I may not get back because of some people who have not paid yet. Because of you I try my best to finish props wherein we dont have any time for. And why dont we have time you ask? Well there is a lady in [usually] white who apparently dislikes the fact that we work hard to recreate/slightly altered and MORE ENTERTAINING version of your oh so pathetically plotted story FLORANTE AT LAURA. I specially despise the lead character of that pathetic plot, it has GAY written all over it. He is as pathetic as your story that I am so sick and tired of hearing him whine as he pours his missery onto a stranger that has YAOI written all over it.
You have no idea how much I want to stick your sorry ass head into a damn platter and serve it to a hungry pack of wolves if only it wasnt deteriorating right now. I'd pitty the dogs that would have to eat your fugly wrinkly stinky head.
Two words....... you suck
Sincerely yours,
Claire ^_^
go ahead damn it... haunt me if you want...nyarharharharhar!!
~~~
WASNT IT A BEAUTIFUL DAY!!!! OMG!!!! i soooo love this day despite the fact i had props making to do ^^
I LOVE LOVE LOVE THE WEATHER!!! its just right!!!
I SOOOO wanted to share this joy with my friends.... but sadly... i couldnt find them... damn the fact that im too slow to get my ass out of the classroom... i had to walk around twirling around the school like some 1st grader wishing that my friends were there to look at me like a mad man while i talked to them about how i loved this day...
but when i did finally meet them... they couldnt share the joy.
sadness.... sigh
but at least i was able to share this with Mariano! ^-^ hehe. I've been raring to tell someone about how much I loved it ^-^. hehe. we were one of those who stayed late doing props that's not finished yet...
sigh sigh.
I'M SO HAPPY THAT NO ONE CAN DEPRESS ME!!!!
this's only for today XDDDD
[try me...]
posted by: moi @ 4:27 AM
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