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have you ever felt pathetic? like nobody listens to you? or that nobody cares? it's like everybody's trapped in their own hall of mirrors and you're banging at the walls, trying to get through to anybody who would listen. and it's always your fault. nothing you do makes sense. you're selfish, insensistive and uncaring. so you swear never to talk again. but nobody notices at all so it's just

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have you ever felt pathetic? like nobody listens to you? or that nobody cares? it's like everybody's trapped in their own hall of mirrors and you're banging at the walls, trying to get through to anybody who would listen. and it's always your fault. nothing you do makes sense. you're selfish, insensistive and uncaring. so you swear never to talk again. but nobody notices at all so it's just

layahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17258561770229196449noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773855.post-1156552901648597962006-08-26T07:43:00.000+08:002006-08-26T08:41:41.723+08:00

i don't want roses, r. i want the paper rose you made me from our first date. you rolled it out of silver cigarette wrappings from empty marlboro packs and used the cellophane to make sure it survived the giving. it smelled stale and the paper bud drooped to one side from the paper stem. but i loved that rose. i didn't quite know how to keep it because it would get crushed or boggled out of shape

layahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17258561770229196449noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773855.post-1156413875484123602006-08-24T18:03:00.000+08:002006-08-24T18:35:48.403+08:00

When I'm weak I draw strength from youAnd when you're lost I know how to change your moodAnd when I'm down you breathe life over meEven though we're miles apart we are each other's destiny

layahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17258561770229196449noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773855.post-1156358571559982602006-08-24T02:42:00.000+08:002006-08-24T02:45:32.270+08:00

my dearest r.,it was a couple of years back when someone else asked me the same question your eyes ask me when i catch you reading through my old things. in response to him, i strung up a few pretty words and breathed life into them, offering a salve for his wounded pride. but you, you are different. you ask me the same question but disdain the same answer. and i, in shame, do not know what to

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I'm at my MOH's (wedding slang for Matron/Maid Of Honor..naks!) yakking away about all and sundry things pertaining, and veering slightly off tangent, to the day.Beggin' pardon, but it is one month before the big day! can you believe it?! So as of last entry, we were able to find a modista who had imagination. Get this, she was Ina Magenta's dressmaker! It's like the entire universe is getting in

layahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17258561770229196449noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773855.post-1123142107279720772005-08-04T15:07:00.000+08:002005-08-04T15:55:07.466+08:00

five years in the making and we only have scant few pictures to show for our coupledom. we never realized it until someone asked if we were going to have an AVP of our "love story" at the wedding reception. iiiiick! *cringe* not that i have anything against wedding videos per se, but the moosh factor is just way above the limit for me. besides, there isn't anything (er...almost) that anyone

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jonas threw me something to play with a few days ago and i enjoyed the chance to do something new for a change. coloring's always been fun for me. but i know i still need help with color coordination. that's why i stick to wearing sandals. no socks to mismatch..heheh! i'm still figuring out how to put in sparks on the superhero alter-ego. it has to be nice. if you want to see a bigger pic, jonas

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to think i'm supposed to be the tech-adventurous type according to my astrological profile! i've had this blog since 2001, but it's only now that i've mustered the patience and yes, the courage, to face the daunting task of journaling, blog-style! it took me three hours just to figure out posting my mug on the page, controlling how the entire thing would look and trying to get a word in edgewise

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so this is blog..er...blogger. well. we 'll see if this is the start of a beautiful friendship.

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