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the long weekend [08 Sep 2007|11:39pm] [ mood | silly ] [ music | all saints - pure shores ] Crossposted everywhere, dahil wala akong magawa. *** Due to the APEC Summit, Friday was declared a holiday. This week, the usually friendly City of Sydney was uptight, with snipers, loads of security, and grim looking steel fences (they should have taken a page out of Bayani Fernando's book and colored the fences bright peeeenk). Circular Quay was closed to the public. Lights on the Opera House has been closed. People quietly scampered out of the city. At the last minute, I found out I was one of the fleeing public. After tending to my horrendous headache, brought about by a very long Thursday (in between classes, I managed to go to Lidcombe, squeeze a final interview and get drenched by afternoon rain), I decided to make the most out of it and act out weird lines from the best camp movie ever made, Temptation Island (the 1981 flick by Joey Gosiengfiao). Only I couldn't say, "Oh, it's a bright sunny day...this is how I begin my day, an hour of tender loving care in the eight o'clock sunshine." because it turns out the long weekend will be cold and chilly. You should have seen the central coast, though! It was pure and pristine. Not for swimming though. Magenta Shores Catherine Hill Bay The Entrance ...you might be wondering who was taking my pictures, I've a bunch of wonderful people to help me out. Here they are: Notes: 1. In case you want me to state the obvious, yes, I did come to a couples' retreat. Of sorts. 2. Yes, I don't have a significant other. 3. Please say I'm losing weight. 4. All the purty pictures on my multiply (and will be available tonight if the internet connection gets better). 1 comment|post comment

United Nations [06 Sep 2007|10:44am] [ mood | bored ] [ music | parokya ni edgar - don't touch my birdie ] Our professor in Systems Analysis suddenly resigned and today he was replaced by a canadian who sounds like Homer Simpson but looks like Mr. Burns. There were six student in the class: one was chinese, one was filipino, one was sri lankan, one was bangladeshi, one was polish, and one was an arab. the whole time i was thinking, we should have made those little flags on barbecue sticks and waved it on top of our heads. voila! our very own united nations day. para may konti namang excitement ang buhay ko. 1 comment|post comment

la muher de hudas, anyone? [22 Jul 2006|06:26pm] [ mood | cheerful ] do you remember the telenovela, Altagracia, ang babae ni Hudas? (Original title: La Mujer de Hudas). A great debate has sprung forth in the office, between the wednesday/thursday chismis group composed of me, Mara and Jason. In the final episode, who was the female Judas? Mara, who insists she watched the afternoon series, insisted that Altagracia is indeed the real female Judas. Jason said he watched Maria del Carmen instead of Altagracia, but could vaguely recall that Altagracia did emerge in a wedding gown in the end. I could not claim anything, but I swear my sister Diane used to watch it, and I kinda knew Altagracia was always suspected on being the female Judas but in the end it was all a case of mistaken identity. If anyone could help us remember we'd gladly appreciate it. vs. 1 comment|post comment

psst. [09 Apr 2006|03:38pm] [ mood | crazy ] [ music | i'll cover you - rent ost ] hoy. you. tama. ikaw. it's hot outside. go watch rent at greenbelt three. bring tissues. you can never can tell. 4 comments|post comment

this week's secret [13 Jan 2006|01:10am] [ mood | calm ] [ music | switchfoot - stars ] got the idea from thuspakeciriaco. taken from postsecret 3 comments|post comment

ang last minute sige-magpo-post-ako-dito entry [06 Jan 2006|01:04am] [ mood | cheerful ] [ music | orange and lemons - heaven knows (the angel has flown) ] i never really connected with the de leon clan. my dad was the youngest sib, and they'd always bicker when the four of them were together. i've spent my childhood summers at batangas when my grandmother was alive, but after she died, i never really cared for that side of my life. until my mom had this idea to reunite the four sibs. "reunion sa december" she said brightly. "so that you'd get to meet all your cousins again!" she contacted everyone and set the date -- december 26. boxing day. holiday. no work. like a cruel joke. naturally i had to be dragged along. luckily, the oldies settled themselves at the porch, while we were inside, piddling our thumbs. someone plugged a magic sing in the tv, but no one really wanted to sing. time passed. finally our cousin james stood up, grabbed the mike, and pushed a few buttons. The word Spoliarium flashed on the screen. Everyone gaped at him. when he started singing, and when i tried to follow the words on the screen, i liked it. i think i heard it ages ago, but never really understood much, fruitcake would always be my favorite eheads song. but this -- this would be the second best. and while i'm at it, ultraelectromagneticjam is out, and imago did the remake of spoliarium. wala lang. e kasi naman hindi na ako nagu-update dito. at dahil defensive ako, i swear hindi talaga ako ganyan kataba in person mom: si brian nga ba yan? ang payat niya! *nods* mom: he looks gay. me: he is gay. at least he's happy. plotting 2006 with marynel at fazoli's. because pasta is love let me just say, before i lurk again, that 2005 has been a good year. i'm shocked. 3 comments|post comment

equivalent to tears, only neater. [22 Nov 2005|02:48pm] There's a fine, fine line between a lover and a friend; There's a fine, fine line between reality and pretend; And you never know 'til you reach the top if it was worth the uphill climb. There's a fine, fine line between love and a waste of time. There's a fine, fine line between a fairy tale and a lie; And there's a fine, fine line between "You're wonderful" and "Goodbye." I guess if someone doesn't love you back it isn't such a crime, But there's a fine, fine line between love And a waste of your time. And I don't have the time to waste on you anymore. I don't think that you even know what you're looking for. For my own sanity, I've got to close the door And walk away... There's a fine, fine line between together and not And there's a fine, fine line between what you wanted and what you got. You gotta go after the things you want while you're still in your prime... There's a fine, fine line between love And a waste of time. ~From the Avenue Q Soundtrack 2 comments|post comment

my hikari sentai maskman mp3 collection is complete! [18 Nov 2005|03:58pm] [ mood | crazy ] Yes! I've got the Maskman opening and closing theme, both by Hironobu Kageyama. I even got the infamous concert version from the same artist. Now... the Maskman opening and closing theme in tagalog! This version was sung by...VIC SOTTO! and because I'm feeling nifty today, I'll share it. MAHAHAHA. Click me, Ispiritista! PS. the info said it was Vic Sotto but I'd place my safe bet on Tito. XD will edit later...thanks sis. 3 comments|post comment

dahil malakas ang topak ko ngayong gabi. [07 Nov 2005|12:44am] [ mood | amused ] [ music | jem and the holograms - truly outrageous ] JEM AND THE HOLOGRAMS THEME Jem! (Jem is excitement) oh Jem! (Jem is adventure) oh Glamour and glitter, fashion and fame! Jem (Jem is truly outrageous) (Truly, truly, truly outrageous!) Whoa, Jem (Jem), the music's contagious (outrageous) Jem is my name, no one else is the same Jem is my name! But we're the Misfits, Our songs are better, We are the Misfits, the Misfits And we're gonna get her! Jem! (Jem is excitement) Oh, Jem! (Jem is adventure) oh! Glamour and glitter, fashion and fame! Jem! (Jem is truly outrageous) (Truly, truly, truly outrageous!) Whoa, Jem! (Jem), The music's contagious (outrageous) Jem is my name! No one else is the same! Jem is my name! But we're the Misfits, Our songs are better, We are the Misfits, the Misfits, And we're gonna get her! But we're the Misfits, Our songs are better, We are the Misfits, the Misfits, And we're gonna get her! Jem! (Jem), The music's contagious (outrageous) Jem is my name! No one else is the same! Jem is my name! +++ at dahil mabait ako, magshe-share ako: download the jem theme here (mabilis lang 'to, 641 kb) 2 comments|post comment

perhaps it's time to test the curling iron. [05 Nov 2005|01:08am] [ mood | giggly ] [ music | cake - perhaps, perhaps, perhaps ] After several episodes of MI-5 (a cross between 24 and Alias) A Touch of Frost and The Full Monty among others, the class decided to watch Bridget Jones' Diary. Great. The cosmos has a great sense of humor. Before it did any serious damage to my neuroses, they changed discs and we watched the BBC series Coupling. So if you really love me, say yes. But if you don't, dear, confess. And please don't tell me Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. After three episodes we were to decribe our favorite artist. I did my research on Keane, and since half of them, including Mr. Bartholomew, didn't know the band, I suppose I did fairly well. So it is I survived a week of British Culture training. I was ready to leave when I noticed someone waving at me a few desks away, screaming my name. It was Brian Keith. *wink wink, nudge nudge.* 7 comments|post comment

birthday cheers. [27 Oct 2005|06:28pm] [ mood | crazy ] So I've been putting off writing and now I'm swamped with entries and my new job starts tomorrow. The job and my long term goals entry was an explanation to most of the things I am about to do, along with other random stuff I've written during my Makati commuting adventures. Anyway. It's Marynel's birthday today. We're always talking, so I've covered most of the stuff I wanted to say. Last year the birthday theme was Winter Snowballs (don't ask, long story), and this year, just for a change, we decided to invite two surprise guests, although she requested Surprise Guest 1 and she knows who Surprise Guest 2 is. Wala lang, we just wanted to inject a little excitement to it. The theme is Japanese Dinner, which is pretty predictable, but we're both busy sort-of BUT we planned it just the same. We hope for more mirth this year, since last year was total Sam ogling. I know you're lurking somewhere sis. Things will get better. ~_^ Last Saturday was Diana's birthday. The Japanese Dinner did not push through since it was the mudra's birthday, and I was already resigned to a gimik-less weekend, when Diana invited us to her own tea party birthday. Fairview was unknown territory, so I decided to meet Raych and the others at... ta-da. Powerbooks. Kuya Randel was the last to arrive with the doctor boyfriend. He introduced DB to Stephen as his good friend. Well, it turns out Stephen already knew. Thirty minutes before he arrived Raych and I were reading at The Java Man when Raych said, Raych: I though we were going to talk about DB, but now we couldn't. Stephen glances at Raych. Me: The DB was supposed to be referred to as the companion. Raych looks at Stephen and laughs. Stephen: Okay, I didn't hear anything. It was a harmless slip, but I don't think he should keep it from anyone, really, especially his friends. It's not as though we're going to point an accusing finger and give him a lecture about morality. Hmm, just my two cents. Anyway, the DB has...a flashy car! Being the PUP commuters that we are, Raych, Steph and I oohed, aahed, and thanked DB profusely for the ride. The crazy ride, because he was driving like mad. All in all, DB seems like a nice guy. We had a nice time at Diana's. yes, it was photo-op galore, but what do you expect? Diana has a nifty digital camera and Jerich gained some pounds while working at Accenture. It's nice seeing, well, almost everyone. Paolo's too busy doing programs he's practically kiling himself, and Nuriko was snoozing. ( As requested, some of the pics from my phone, still blurried. ) Jowein's birthday party this Saturday is too goooood to pass off, since it's COME AS YOUR FAVORITE WONG KAR-WAI CHARACTER. I expect a lot of cheongsams and Maggie Cheungs, but when Jowein persinally invited me I wanted to dress up as Charlie Yeung in Fallen Angels. Obcors, if I had my hair dreadlocked, my Mom'd slaughter me. I couldn't figure out if it was frizzied out (and Jowein says it's nothing we couldn't do), but it'd be interesting to dress up like her. Bringing the cute mute guy is optional, but I feel the need to accessorize. Plus, socializing is scary...but like I've said, this is my chance! Hehe. Removing all hair and social obstacles, I'm still not sure if I can come. I don't have my schedule yet. HERE I COME PAYPAL. Oh, and I must have an mp3 player so I can be a happy commuter. A happy Makati commuter. 2 comments|post comment

mememememe [07 Oct 2005|03:30pm] [ music | radioactive sago project - alaala ni batman ] TWENTY RANDOM THINGS ABOUT ME (i got tagged. everyone got tagged.) 1. I have really small feet. (If you know this already and you feel I've said it a million times, you ought to understand how disturbing it is to have small feet) 2. I'm not interesting, I bore myself sometimes. (At least I admit it). 3. I don't eat balut. Or penoy. Or day old chicks. (I eat everything else) 4. I'm so random I'm having difficulty thinking about random things about me. (Since almost everything about me is random). 5. I cry on a random basis. I cry over the strangest things. My tears are as weird as I am, they're triggered by an unknown force. I cried when Wolfwood died, when Kimi Go Nozumu Eien ended, at one episode of Wish Ko Lang where this barrio lass ran away from her grandparents ten years ago. She arrives at Metro Manila, got raped, became a prostitute, and returns back to the province. She was walking down the long asphalt road when she saw her gradmother from a distance, sitting under a mango tree. She runs and hugs her. She started weeping and cried, "Lola, andito na akooo!" (I'm already here!) The grandmother blinks twice, and slowly said, "Sino ka, iha?" (Who are you?) Later, the girl sees her grandfather sitting at their porch. She kissed her grandfather's hand. With an air of indifference, he looked at her wife, "Sino ba ito?" (Who is this?) and we hear the old lady's voice. "Si Anna daw." He looked surprised. "Hindi siya yun." (She's not Anna) The scene killed me. Don't we feel that way sometimes when we carry on about something with utmost passion, and people don't give a fig? I guess that's beside the point, but anyway. 6. I love talking to kids. It's basically easier to start a conversation with one. Plus, they make more sense than adults. Plus, there's such a thing as little prissies, and they're usually the ones who're scared of me. 7. In a nutshell, and I suppose you should've known this by now, I'm moody... 8. ...and if you haven't noticed, I'm crazy too. 9. I'm the eldest of five. Craziest, bossiest. You know the drill. 10. I love rain. No, not the actor slash singer. The harder the rain, the better. 11. Congratulations, you've come this far and you're still reading this. 12. Everytime I go biking, Gorillaz' 19-2000 plays inside my head. It never fails. 13. Kurosawa Kiyoshi's Cure is my favorite movie of all time. I've only seen it once: I'm having trouble looking for a copy. 14. Rage is my friend. I fear of snapping, suddenly, instantaneously, like a twitch gone mad. Alas, it never happens. 15. I believe in a thing called love, but love never believes in me. 16. I hate French lessons. When we were in high school we would play hide and seek with Madame Janine Audrain, and it was much more fun than learning the language. One time she caught me hiding in one of the comfort room cubicles. She pulled my ear all the way to the guidance office, where I was always a welcome guest. :D 17. The closest friends I ever had were always born on the month of October. 18. I'm scared of the Philippine National Anthem at nights: it was something I couldn't get rid of. Don't you just hate it when you're watching TV, the station's signing off, and they play Lupang Hinirang? The same thing happens in radio stations, and ever since I was young, I freak out. It's either I turn the TV or radio off, or leave the room. If you force me to listen to it, I will: a) cry uncontrollably b) shake with fear c) scream Naturally, I've tried to analyze why. Probably it registered in my mind that hearing it would be the end of all things. I don't know. My whole family knows this, and as crazy as it sounds, they know what to do. Now that it's public, maybe it'll go away. 19. I can't sleep without reading. 20. I'm a menthol dependent. You know, those chinese menthol sticks covered in foil? My favorite brand is Bohrer Ding and when I was working at MCI I used to consume one whole stick per week. Now that I have less stress, I only use it before sleeping, and on really annoying situations. It's waay better than cigarettes -- at least I can't think of any side effects. THERE YOU GO. I TAG EVERYONE BACK. 2 comments|post comment

one. [03 Oct 2005|12:35pm] [ mood | cold ] [ music | unwell - ,atchbox twenty ] We used to move a lot when I was young. As a result I never had a permanent elementary school. I couldn't remember any memorable childhood friend. My brain had shunned most of my important childhood memories. I do know for a fact that I studied at South Merville School for three years. I advanced to the second grade after preschool, so that's about three-fourths of my primary school life. When I was young I barely talked in school. I was the odd one out -- a scarwny, boyish, wallflower who barely made an impression (believe it or not, up until high school I was skinny). Strangely enough, I always dreaded the end of each school day. It meant I had to stake out and wait at the green school service for the older students to arrive. It gives other students a chance to pick on me. One day, when I was in fourth grade, I decided to save my snack money and commute. My Mom freaked out when I arrived an hour earlier than usual. I had this silly grin on my face and a triumphant air, yay, I did it! I could travel from Merville to Countryside! My Mom decided to do something after a whole week of commuting -- she declined to give me snack money. I went back to the green school service hell... ...until I saved enough money to commute again. I couldn't forget that day. I was skipping happily when I reached the Falcon Street bend. A few blocks from our house I noticed soemthing strange. There was a parked car in front of our house. A man stood at the driveway. A tall, brusque, muscled man with long curly hair. When I got closer he hugged me tightly. For the first time in my life, it hit me -- I had a father, after all. *** I have been wondering for the past few weeks of voluntary house arrest, why I couldn't fit into any class. Now that I'm sorting out odds and ends in my life, I realize I've always been a lost piece of a puzzle. It doesn't make me sad, or angry. I guess that's the way it will always be. With all my mood swings and emotionally imbalanced bursts of stircraziness, I still haven't learved how to accept this fact. Being twenty something is a lot of hard work, not to meantion depressing. Or is it depression at all? I honestly think I've been stocking too much hate in my heart it's practically hard to separate it from my system. I'm the madder version of gollum. Yesss, my precioussss. *** me: cha, pag naging abogado ka na, pwede na ba akong mag-shoplift? denique_caelum: sure, winona. tha's haa. 1 comment|post comment

rawr. [30 Sep 2005|02:58pm] [ music | radioactive sago project - baboy ] [edit] thankyouverymuch, friendster. [/edit] 4 comments|post comment

now that there's no reason to sing that orange and lemons song [28 Sep 2005|06:21pm] [ music | bjork - it's oh so quiet ] "I'm sorry, I just can't be with you exclusively for the whole day." . . . "I just can't take it. I might foam at the mouth, y'know." post comment

Now that the IELTS is over... [20 Sep 2005|12:32pm] [ music | sugarfree - martir ] I was a total wreck the day before the IELTS examinations. It was a good thing Marynel and I were to meet at Megamall after office hours, for dinner. "Sa may lugar na maraming pagkain." she added. After we finally settled for something grilled (after a longish round of choices), I told her that the venue was at the grand ballroom of the Mandarin Oriental hotel. She laughed. "You're kidding." "I'm not." "You have to wear a long red gown!" She exclaimed. "I have to hire someone to carry my long trail!" I added. Obcors, I didn't wear a red gown, but I was afraid I'd look like someone people could wipe their feet on. When I met the candidates though, I looked...normal. I neither dressed down or wore anything fancy, just black slacks and a clean blouse. There were candidates who wore, yes, dresses with fancy necklaces and big golden rings, and I wanted to go, "Ninang!" and candidates who wore denim shorts (who froze during the test). There were about 200 people who took the test -- we were divided into four rows, and two people share one table. It was approximately one hour before the test, and I was thinking about the Bleach figurines I saw at Sta. Ana when I was buying pencils. WTF? Am I the only one who hasn't seen Bleach? Then instrumental music came out of nowhere, starting with Richard Marx's Right Here Waiting. I was feeling surreal, and it was probably the effect of four hours of sleep. Suddenly, the music turned to something else, something that rang a bell. I tried to think where I heard the music, until Stephen's voice found its way into my subconscious. "Canon in D Major!" it shouted. "My Sassy Girl!" The woman beside me poked me back to reality. "Hi!" she smiled, opening a box of Mongol pencils."Did you review for the test?" "Yes." Gawd, I was such a liar. "You're migrating to Australia?" "Uh..." my feet were starting to freeze. I should've worn boots. She laughed. "You're too nervous." The first part of the test was divided into three: listening, reading and writing. The listening part was a little difficult since it involves a couple of brits talking briskly. What can I say, kelp ruled. (to be continued) 1 comment|post comment

repost, again. ~_^ [15 Sep 2005|04:29pm] [ mood | amused ] [ music | weezer - pardon me ] For lack of anything better to do, I decided to watch the eiga sai flicks at the UP Film Institute. For one, I can't remember the last time I was there. The whole area was so preserved, it's as if I went there yesterday to watch Hana-bi. I was thrity minutes early, so I secured myself a place, 10th row center. Something did change, though -- people are now allowed to bring food and drinks inside. A pity, because I didn't bring anything. I remembered Marynel trying to finish her Nova chips because we couldn't bring it inside. Anyway, the first movie was a 1977 flick called House, I have to add that before it started, they started showing Japanese movie trailers (plus the trailer for Shattered Glass, which looked interesting). At that time I was convincing myself that I wouldn't freak out because I was alone. When House started, we, the audience, sat there with our mouths half-open... House was outlandish, over-the-top and inadvertently stupid it was classic. It is horror -- more of shock over sacrilege. It stars seven high school girls going camping at Oshare's aunt's house (or Fairy, accoring to the subtitles). It is a movie that blends everything together in rapid succession. We laughed! We cried! We were shocked! We wondered if they used paintbrush for the blood effects! At the end we have no idea what the plot was, and what we were watching. No redeeming factor? the audience cried. It was as if the director heard us, so he threw a couple of lines, clarifying what the point of the movie was, and we go aaaah. Obcors we all applauded in the end. I heard a guy behind me say, "I don't know if I liked it or not. I don't know what to feel. I feel muddled, actually." I almost piped up, "I guess the director meant it to be that way," If you like old-fashioned blood, pretty japanese schoolgirls and underage boobs, catch House at the UP Film Insitute. Throw all your expectations at the entrance and dig in. :D 4 comments|post comment

repost, 'cause i suck and i've neglected my blurty. [07 Sep 2005|01:36am] [ mood | chipper ] [ music | green day - wake me up when september ends ] 1. open your winamp/itunes 2. put the shuffle-mode on 3. find a picture of the first 10 artists. if the same artist comes again, skip 4. why you should do this? so that other people would know what you're listening and how the bands look like I enjoyed this meme because googling is fun. I did ten because I'm too sleepy and I have classes tomorrow. I'm even too lazy to update. Meme is from the wonderful Ikenai Crispy Magic World. ( Yes, I'm kind enough to cut ) 2 comments|post comment

[06 Aug 2005|03:52pm] I resigned. That's all there is to it. My original plan was to stay as long as the company needed me, "forever with exclamations marks!" In Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Mrs. Bucket told Charlie, "When grown-ups say forever, they mean a very long time." Which meant two things: I'm grown-up, and one and four months is forever. So I resigned. I had one weird night. It's odd meeting Paolo. Here we are, a year and a half after graduation, and from the looks of it, we weren't dealing with stuff nicely. When people ask me "kamusta?" I always end up with "okay lang." Paolo pointed out, it depends on what we mean by 'okay', and these days, 'okay' had assumed so many definitions we no longer know what it means. The meeting had a tinge of bitter about it; I suppose it's even sad in his part. We've been good friends because of Trixia, and she's gone. I refuse to speak to Trixia because of what had happened, she kept clear of Paolo ever since March. Paolo had always avoided me in return because I remind him so much of Trixia, but this meeting was his idea. Well, part was mine, since I wanted to borrow his anime collection for the long-ish period of time. On our way to my office, I thought about it. I'ts been forever, and my life has not assumed a goal. Or a set direction for that matter. I don't want to stay like this for a long time. I want to re-plot my life, if I still can. That night I printed out four copies of my resignation letter and gave it to my boss. She got so mad she walked out. It's not that I'm not happy with my job. It's hard discouraging me, I have the spirit of a preppy makati science high schoolgirl. Plus, the job was challenging, and "What MCI PCS kaaaa? At tumagal ka ng pitong buwan?" is amusing. I don't know if I'm doing the right thing, but hey, I'm entitled to my own decisions. That's why it's so fuuuun being a grown-up. This sugarcane This lemonade This hurricane, I’m not afraid. C’mon c’mon no one can see me cry This lightning storm This tidal wave This avalanche, I’m not afraid. C’mon c’mon no one can see me cry ...will always be included in the soundtrack of my life. ( yay for christmas boy postcards and YM conversations! hello, joss slash josko is not chinese, it's gay lingo! ) 3 comments|post comment

[30 Apr 2005|01:41pm] [ music | interpol - evil ] playing the part of the joke-onli blog that it is, the author decided to interview an individual who never existed, referred to as flippant mind: author: is it true you're leaving the Philippines? flippant mind: i guess my dad told you that, did he? author: never mind where we got it from. are you? flippant mind: being the ambitious schmuck that I am, yes, I've always wanted an adventure. I know living a day in Metro Manila is an exhilirating game between life and death, all of which spell pollution, high taxes, noise and humid weather, but I guess I still want more. author: you are an ambitious schmuck, loser. flippant mind: i think we already tackled that. author: you never answered the question. flippant mind: fine, you don't have to snap at me, fatso. Yes, I have plans of leaving, hopefully my frigging migration papers will finally be approved and I can leave next month. author: is it really over, you know? flippant mind: yes, it's over. there's this stark black dot flashing in my mind all the time, crippling me. author: crap. then you're leaving because of him? flippant mind: No. Leaving has been always my long term goal. People hurt. That fact makes me stronger than I've ever been. I can stand up, eventually. I guess I've always been a morose person, but I know when enough suffering is enough. 1 comment|post comment

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