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Sunday, November 25, 2007

black math

Nagagalit ako sa mga taong nagsusulat sa Friendster Bulletin ng "I Miss You". E bakit hindi nyo na lang sabihin sa taong namimiss nyo na namimiss nyo sila kesa nagpopost pa kayo ng ganon sa subject tas sad face lang naman ang laman ng message? Mukantimang.

Buti na lang ito hindi mukang timang.

Babay na talaga.

janis | 11:41 am

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October 29, 2009 05:32 PM PDT

A great article indeed and a very detailed, realistic and superb analysis of the current and past scenarios. I would like to thank the author of this article for contributing such a lovely and mind-opening article.

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"Once you put your mind to it, there's nothing you can't get rid of. And once you start tossing things out, you find yourself wanting to get rid of everything."- Haruki Murakami

That's me in the corner. That's me in the spotlight, losing my religion

Could everyone agree that no one should be left alone?

Though you're still with me, I've been alone all along

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Have you even been in love?

Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...

You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore.

Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "maybe we should just be friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nobody should be able to do that. Not even love.

I hate love.

- Rose Walker, from Neil Gaiman's Sandman

A Better Resurrection

I have no wit, I have no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numbed too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
I lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is like the falling leaf;
O Jesus, quicken me.

--Sylvia Plath

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