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Meow..Meow! Awoooo!

Open tab. Clicks Tumblr at Bookmarks. Scrolls down. Click right arrow. Gives some shit and fuck then all of a sudden, memories came in to my senses. Memories just like the sound of a purr, howling sound, a guy’s moan nearing orgasm, blowjob and cum slurping or just an attack of mental illness. I don’t know. I guess, my instinct is really fucked up or it’s just telling me something. Oh great people of the Philippines, here’s another mentally-ill person that needs medication. His name is Rew.

SEX PM ME. I kid. A wild Bear might attack me.

Ohaithurr~

7 notes ∞ January 22nd, 2012 at 7:22 pm I really don’t know what’s wrong with people

Yeah. Basically, everyone in our house hate seeing me eating a banana or any phallic food. They’re like, “Ugh!”, “Yuck.”, “Bastos.”, “Tigilan mo nga yan!” as if as they’re actually  imagining me munching a penis or I’m suggesting blowjob. Munch?! Blowjob?! Oh gawd. I just want to eat banana with peace. Hmmm, I guess, it was just right putting too much malice on me. HAHA! I really like banana and doing some twists on it but still EXPERIENCE WOULD BE THE BEST PRACTICE (Yeah, Improve on my blowjob techniques.) and not on a poor and innocent banana. *wink wink*

Hi banana lovers and cock suckers.

23 notes ∞ November 10th, 2011 at 8:34 pm

Woke up this morning and I always find asking myself the same question, “Am I really happy?” I’m happy because I got my family and friends and I’m already back in my studies and another chance for me to set my priorities straight. But at night, when I lay down and get the chance to mull over the day that has been, i feel lonely and alone. Like any other nights that i spent thinking about why i’m still alone, a new morning comes. They say that with each morning dawns new hope.

Mmmm, I guess, I’m just hungry. Good morning monsters.

22 notes ∞ September 23rd, 2011 at 10:14 am played 40 times

rewrewtheboat:

I’ve been on a hiatus for three days to relieve myself from stress after a term of sleepless nights for thesis and other academic related shits and fucktard relationship. While I’m having my stay at Tagaytay and because I was bored, I made a cover. A duet with Alison Krauss. HAHA! Anyways, the song talks about “Actions speak louder than words”. One doesn’t have to say anything to let everyone know that he/she is mad, sad, or happy. Words aren’t necessary. I show my love for a someone by actions and intimacy but how come that special someone never appreciate all of those? All I did was to explain this and that and still he don’t understand anything. Explanation on endless loop. So, words are shit. WORDS ARE SHIT. I am a sad titi.

I have pronunciation issues. I can’t pronounce TRUTH correctly. I know, it’s “trooth”, not “chusth”. Sorry. HAHA!

15 notes ∞ August 30th, 2011 at 7:01 pm