My effing phone got effing confiscated. :|:|:|
Yup. So if you`re or at least, were texting me, then you just wasted your time. I don`t gots my phone. Fucking shit, huh? Wanna know what happened? Here goes.
My mom texted: Why? Did you talk to him already? I`ll text him na lang.
Then I didn`t reply yet `cause I had other texts. I looked to find out that it was Dale.
Dale: Bad kaa
When I knew that we were going to start the lecture, I was putting my phone in my pocket when, BOOM! I was caught. Ms. Diane [Take note, MISS DIANE] came towards me and I was already getting my sim.
Fuck. :| My parents haven`t like, lectured me or anything. I got that feeling they`re even happy. Yup. `Cause they keep telling me, “All you do is text, text, text!” So I`m like, okay. So now I don`t have my phone. HAH. Fucking life. :]]
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