Random Thoughts

Papa Cologne

Hindi sa kaartehan na taglay, pero talagang sumasakit ang ulo ko kapag dumadaan siya sa harap ko o napapadaan ako kung nasaan siya.

Alam mo yung cologne/perfume/musk o kahit na ano pang tawag sa ginagamit niya, sobrang tapang. Nakikipag-suntukan. Kaya kang ipaglaban dahil sa sobrang tapang. Ang sakit niya sa pagkatao.

Sumasakit ang ulo ko kapag naaamoy ko siya. Kumakati ang ilong ko kapag nasa malapit siya. Nahihirapan akong huminga dahil ayoko talaga s'yang maamoy.

Yung mga boss ko ganoon din, nasasaktan din ang pagkatao nila dahil sa anoy niya. Sabi pa nga nila baka daw kinuha lang niya yung regalo na pabango sa tatay niya at siya ang gumamit, and Jovan daw ang brand na gamit niya. Pabango ng matatanda.

He's my suitor before, and that's the second reason why I really don't like him. First was because he's face. Admit it or not, we really look on the outside. He has the face that's full of pimples, tapos he has this balbas just like Wolverine that makes him more look dirty.

Okay, let me explain again.

It's a big factor for me that the guy has this massive sense of humor. A guy who can make me laugh with his banters. He's not that guy. We texted, I was trying to see if he has that sense of humor, but sad to say, wala! Parepareho lang ang pinag-uusapan so I stop texting and talking to him.

Yes, tumitingin ako sa itsura. Wala namang masama. Hindi naman kasalanan 'yon. Lahat naman tumitingin sa panlabas na anyo, admit it or not.

He's really not just my type.

I f*cking don't like his scent.

He doesn't have a f*cking sense of humor that can make me laugh.

He f*cking hurts my being because of his smell.

Can we just call him Papa Cologne?