urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blankpage {{withyou}} MISS a. 2005-04-18T08:31:12Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blankpage:79171 2004-01-22T07:01:49Z 2005-04-18T08:31:12Z nothing seems sacred anymore.<br /><br />blah blah blah, life goes on. aurevoir. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blankpage:55250 2003-06-28T09:20:57Z 2003-06-28T23:07:41Z 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. <br /><br />but anyway, my tagalog is so bad. gaaah. but an attempt, to say the least. why am i still awake? urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blankpage:13859 2002-05-29T14:07:19Z 2002-05-29T14:07:19Z "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." urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blankpage:3571 2002-02-08T05:34:37Z 2002-02-08T05:34:37Z "Every part except the gold is split<br />by a great fissure from which endless tears<br />drip down and hollow out the mountain's pit."<br /><br />- Canto XIV, Lines 106 - 108