thoughts collide

 

i've the eyes of a fish tonight, lack of sleep, a huge huge sobfest (again) today..i still cry over the oddest thought, i even cried becuz one person i wanna befriend would shy away from me.. he told me maybe the guy would just want to keep to himself and prolly,it's best that leave i the person alone if he's not responsive to my warming up to him.. i hate it when ppl are lonely/ seemed lonely..oh,yknow..i've been crying a lot cuz i've been missing home, not like am based in another continent, however, i hate,hate the fact that it's not going to be easy to walk away from all these jazz now..

maybe a relationship suits me, maybe not.. maybe i have days, and maybe it'll help if i just cried my way out of a situation..

today we stayed up talking about a gazillion odd things, we got to sleep 3 hours or so..my head is spinning like that and my eyes are heavy as canonballs..but, it's always helpful when we talk, it's always fun when we discuss things like dell and their callers and the americans and general motors and call center and the astronauts and the moon and babies and fidelity.. and am like, was i like him when i was 20? with strong emotions and had grown-up opinions? was i? / i hate it when he spaces out though.. it makes me think whether i said something offensive or really wrong..

happy things/mail were in my inbox today.. i even got a hello from ace descuatan.. haha..

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showed him the online scrapbook i made first.. he was like; ngaa ka dutay photos?(nganu gamay ra photos?)told him, as if naman damu ta pics! and i got: teh sge ah papicture tah damu sa lagoon kag sa plaza bwas! (papicture tah ugma sa lagoon ug sa plaza..).. inahak.. this city is soo provence,france..

will go home for the weekend..at the best ang pasalubong.. gardenia na pan.. bow..

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'Shall I turn on the light?' she asked.
'No,' he said. 'I'll try to remember something.' He began to say aloud the only poem he knew by heart. As he spoke the words out into the semi-darkness they sounded extremely beautiful, he thought, because they could not see each other, perhaps.


Virginia Woolf ~ The Years

 

coloriez-moi rose

7/20/2007
color me pink. yey.
sue me.fave dress nku ni as of the moment.

the longest 25 minutes..

Start:	Jul 21, '07 01:00a
End:	Jul 23, '07 01:00a
Location:	cebu,cebu

off to cebu..


seeing mi chicas kathra/fifay/narda..
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babysitting kenjilovelove
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will miss mike big time..

shoe love

i suppose my biggest vice would be splurging on shoes.. and i totally wish i'd have all sorts of flats in the world.. such as these::

stella mccartney for adidas

 

chloe silver bow flats

 

marc jacobs beaded flats

yes, i'd want all of these.. last night however, as i was skimming thru other people's blog, i came across an entry from shoeblog.com and i was almost compelled to copy paste it and just credit the site.. however, it's a little bit too graphic, and i wouldn't want to place a depressing HUGE HUGE sad truth about asian women.. women who are part my ancestry..

the truth about lotus feet 

so much for shoelove.. :(

iconlove

almost complete icons from my drive c: hehe.. tanan stolen and taken like a thief.. :)

dear angelo

 

"There was something about him she wanted to learn, grow into, and hide in, where she could turn away from being an adult. There was some little waltz in the way he spoke to her and the way he thought."
 ♥

-- The English Patient by Michael Ondaatje

 

thursday,almost there..

nothing substantial or life-altering..we just made rice.. and i finally fixed my closet.. :)

haaaaappy weekend everyone!

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We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep. It's as simple and ordinary as that. A few jump out windows, or drown themselves, or take pills; more die by accident; and most of us are slowly devoured by some disease, or, if we're very fortunate, by time itself. There's just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds & expectations, to burst open & give us everything we've ever imagined, though everyone but children (and perhaps even they) know these hours will inevitably be followed by others, far darker and more difficult. Still, we cherish the city, the morning, we hope, more than anything for more. Heaven only knows why we love it so..

From "The Hours" by Micheal Cunningham