bellissima

When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time--the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes--when there's a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she's gone, forever--there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.

John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany

faetch. :(

i kinda wanted to make sure that when i grow old i don't grow old lonely and i would get accustomed to being friends with myself then become friends with the person whom i am to grow old with this way when that person is gone, then am okay being alone.

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i hate submission. and being treated like a child sometimes.
i hate this time of the month.

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shobe called. i heard kenji on the background. then heard a loud wail. nagmaoy na gali. :)
i miss my sisters big time, but, cebu is soooo far away because the airport in bacolod is in another mini city, travel takes time. and i disliked being in transit. it's hasslefeck. and bus ride is also another major hasslefeck.

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class is graduating! i volunteered to bring drinks. and disposable utensils.

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friday, i've plans to go with a gal from class to talisay. excited. :)
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it's no fun being a girl at this point. i've cramps. and my tummy hurts. and i just feel like crying. argh.