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[Jún. 6., 2007|03:42 pm] |
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i want to erase them i want to fucking erase them all |
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| yesterday |
[Mar. 23., 2007|10:13 am] |
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these mornings are usually bright, and calm, almost too banal. he opens his eyes, looks up the ceiling, and then to the side of the bed, indifferent to the sunlight streaming through the windowpane. to wake up or not to wake up? to dream, still? he scratches his head and forces himself to get up. the morning air is sweet, too sweet perhaps, that his hand fumbles for the cigarette hiding in his pocket. he sits on the bed, exhales, watches the smoke curl up and disappear in the light. somewhere, between this haziness and the smoke, she wanders into his room:
a skirt, the ruffled hair, her back turned to the glass window. she was buying a ticket to argentina, i suppose. or to somewhere she wants to get lost, a place where the air's not too sweet, a place where she can breathe. like this room.
yesterday, he took a random jeep because he had to leave. the jeepney sign read mrt edsa, libertad, mental, in bold letters. there were three women, two guys. there was 80's music blaring in the background. there's a little black spot on the sun today. a familiar noise echoed somewhere from the market they passed by.
the mandaluyong institute for mental health. ang mataas na paaralan ni neptali gonzales.
everything had to stop, and there was nothing left to do but get off and walk. and walk and walk and walk, wanting himself to get lost. he remembered something, an old platitude from a book he was reading. amor vincit omnia, it was. love conquers all.
if you think it's that easy, then you're a fool. |
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| my oh my |
[Mar. 18., 2007|11:58 am] |
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| |  okay | ] |
hello self. after a month of no-rest-days, you're finally taking some time off.
taena, kahit isang araw lang. what to do what to do? now?
: (
you know i can't stop just yet. we will get through. |
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[Mar. 13., 2007|04:03 pm] |
dearest,
i believe you are scheduled to hate me this season. maybe it's the heat-- the ground is not safe and your feet are scared with the uncertainty of burning. we used to walk these grounds. maybe it was in our dreams. maybe it was in a time of rain. in some sense, we were sure, sure that something will hit us. has it, love?
i would like to blame this distance on these bodies of space, between earth and sun, on how they can't be far enough so that nothing will get scorched, like your hand and mine. maybe, in this time of heat, you wll blame me. for being the one who's really afraid of being burned, for thinking that our hands were not close enough.
i'm sorry. i'm so sorry, love. there will be no rainbows in this weather and i am speechless. there will be no rain to justify this absence. |
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| absent! |
[Feb. 22., 2007|01:36 pm] |
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| | kyo - ce soir | ] |
and i thought i can survive the 12-hours-of-work-a-day-everyday routine. sheesh. dreaming of your co-workers giving you head ain't a good sign, so maybe you should take some time off? maybe.
i can't watch porn because the tv's broken, and it's effing hot so i can't sleep or even jack off properly. hahaha (eh di wag mo na tong basahin). so maybe, xenia, we should meet. kahit isang minuto lang. i miss you so badly.
yuck, cheese. goat cheese na amoy sperm.
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french rock ain't so bad.
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| o ayan |
[Feb. 17., 2007|03:45 pm] |
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| | bored | ] |
| [ | Tónlist |
| | keane - somewhere only we know (thanks, wendy :p) | ] |
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| ang chaka ng incoherence |
[Feb. 16., 2007|12:04 pm] |
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| |  chummy | ] |
well, maybe it wasn't a good idea to go to drews yesterday, emoness and all. haha. so now i have to reassess some things, make amends. maybe have more tear-jerker whatevs. ha, those stairs were splattered with puke and someone was wearing the boy abunda jacket whilst crying over something that he might have lost.
apologies, dear friends. boy abunda never meant to hurt anyone.
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love, maybe, maybe we have to stop. or just go forward. or upward. or backward. parang roller coaster. parang life. kalorka noh?
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may nang-harass sa aking badursya kahapon at nakakaloka siya. imbitahan ba naman akong upuan siya, yung tipong mag-huhump kami, ganyan, na hindi man lang discreet yung pagkakasabi niya. ang chaka. ang chaka-chaka niya. salot siya. mukha siyang hindi naliligo. kalorka!! hindi ko na lang sinapak yung pez niya kasi sinabihan niya ko ng "bat ang cute-cute mo?" na alam naman nating lahat na totoo. ha, ha, ha.
matawa naman kayo.
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so here's the vid i've been raving about for the past two days. this is courtesy of ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) tissuepaperpoet. enjoy.
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| am not a sexist bisexual, haha. |
[Feb. 12., 2007|10:58 am] |
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| |  paweh? | ] |
i want to paint my nails black coz i'm goth, without having to appear contrived. are we, really? or was it just the intoxication, the influence, for both of us to appear like we're falling, or drowning or just playing dead.
playing. are we, really?
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hey hey you, i was drinking coffee and reading feminist poetry yesterday. if that ain't poseur enough, i don't know what 'sexist bisexual' is. kiss kiss.
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go go emo rangers (courtesy of ica)!!
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| pissed. |
[Des. 28., 2006|06:29 pm] |
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| |  pissed (pagbigyan na) | ] |
pissed. |
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| swordfishing |
[Des. 23., 2006|03:15 pm] |
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you know what, i think i'm just one of your why-is-it-only-now-that-you-appeared types. you do have something or someone to protect now, don't you? heehee. kunwari ka pa.
ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahaha.
hahaha. haha. ha. right.
gotcha.
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| darn this bubble |
[Des. 14., 2006|02:36 pm] |
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| | restless | ] |
just a testament to this cowardly, cowardly self. can't it just be the same as before?
speak up, you callboy bitch! |
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| feck lj |
[Des. 11., 2006|07:44 pm] |
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| |  drained | ] |
yesterday's dream was about someone hop-hop-hopping to your direction and then putting _________'s arms on your shoulders. _________ comes along, talks to you with incoherence and you become confused. who to choose who to choose?
feck.
kage bunshin no jutsu!! |
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| another chance |
[Des. 4., 2006|11:59 am] |
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found you. |
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| pawley's island |
[Des. 4., 2006|11:41 am] |
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| |  dirty | ] |
definitely the new addiction.
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well yeah, things did get a little more interesting. haha. after esquinita night with mike the other day, humanity level went down because of uh, some "plans" *evil grin*. and looky here, the pentel pen markings are still visible on my left arm (haven't taken a bath for two days XD). hair will be cut later by ade and hopefully, after being commended by a customer for my english, things are gonna be uphill from here. oye oye! |
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| suck. blood. |
[Des. 3., 2006|05:04 pm] |
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| | awake | ] |
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You aren't sure where you came from. Perhaps your sire did an embrace and run. Or maybe your sire was an outcast himself. Either way, your powers are unique and really don't belong to any clan...or maybe a little from each. Because you of these circumstances, you aren't really sure where you belong. You tend to wander and do a bit of soul searching in your eternal life. Maybe some day...you have a while after all.
What Vampire Clan Do You Belong To?
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embarrassed
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