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| 02:01am 22/01/2020 |
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nothing seems sacred anymore.
blah blah blah, life goes on. aurevoir. |
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| an entry in tagalog. |
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| 05:20am 28/06/2003 |
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mood: gising pa. music: michelle branch - stewart's coat
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when i was younger, lagi nalang ako nagiisip na sana naman... meron magmamahal sa-akin. hindi lang galing sa nanay, tatay or kapitid ko. kasi sila, nandiyan para sa-akin kahit kailan. ang gusto ko ay mahalin ako nang isang tao, lalaki na makatulong sa-akin minsanminsan sa mga problema ko.. sa ulo. heh. or i would imagine how it would feel like pag may umibig sa-akin. hindi ko nga alam kong napaibig na ako, pero minsan talagang parang.. in love na in love na... minsan hindi ko na gusto ang ngayari. or the aftermath.
but anyway, my tagalog is so bad. gaaah. but an attempt, to say the least. why am i still awake? |
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| an ode. |
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| 10:17am 29/05/2002 |
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music: unwritten law - [ seein' red ]
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"time, as we all know, is sometimes a bird on the wing, and sometimes a crawling worm; but men are happiest when oblivious of time's quick or slow pace." |
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| 12:39am 08/02/2002 |
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music: a perfect circle - [ wake the dead ]
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"Every part except the gold is split
by a great fissure from which endless tears
drip down and hollow out the mountain's pit."
- Canto XIV, Lines 106 - 108 |
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