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Vissi d'arte: December 2004

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From lullaby to requiem. Monday, December 27, 2004. My Big Fat Filipino Family. My uncle died last October; unfortunately, he died in Saudi where he was working as an architect (or an engineer, I can't tell the difference) and it took us around 45 days to get him home. When he did get home, we finally were able to have his wake, and grieve properly. Anyway, it's a requisite for members of my family to stay in the. The womanizing uncle - of course I only found out now! Strike the kinda big! The former is ...

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Abyss of Solitude

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Friday, November 18, 2005. Well I'm in Genom right now. Kei and I were in Robinson's Galleria a while ago, job hunting. Well. We got a job! Hehehehe. And you know what our job is? We will be working in 2rats 4 the brats, the anime shop. As what, you ask? Well, are you ready? Oo nga pala. Legal na kami! Sings* Well, do you? Do you, Do you want to? Midlessly walks away from PC while she continues to sing badly*. With butterflies at 5:19 PM. Powered by TagBoard Message Board. Click on the words to navigate.

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Abyss of Solitude

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Wednesday, October 26, 2005. I'm fucking bored. Do I need to say it any plainer? Ikaw talaga, wag ka na rin maglihim kasi hindi ako pinanganak kahapon". Shit I now placed in my imaginary organizer this entry. October 26, 2005. Dig six feet under and write will and testament. I am bound to die.". With butterflies at 9:15 PM. She was no longer her usual self, and the blossoms had already begun to fall in her domain, becoming smudged and formless colors, and she had no one to talk to. Boredom in a bottle.

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Abyss of Solitude

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Wednesday, November 09, 2005. Two wrongs don't make a right. But 3 rights make a left! Unfortunately, even technology can do that. Life is a bitch. Life is my. My thoughts are all unorganized right now. I cant say shit for shit. But you know what? I'm sorry for not even replying to your messages sooner. And to Chia, I'm sorry you got into this mess that you havent any clue about. I'm sorry, please dont gut me. Two wrongs dont make a right. I love you guys. *hugs*. With butterflies at 6:34 AM.

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Abyss of Solitude

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Monday, December 05, 2005. I want to laugh at you whenever you cross my mind. Just on the brink of losing it, actually. I want to gut you like a fish. Not that there's something to gut, anyway. You're just full of air and semen. Since that is what you've been eating (and excreting) since we parted ways. You never loved me. You just used me. So dont tell me about how much you want to be with me. Or how much you wanted to go back to those days when we used to laugh together. All that is gone.

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Vissi d'arte: September 2005

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From lullaby to requiem. Friday, September 30, 2005. I've always considered myself just a little bit hardcore. I teach hardcore, I (try to) sing hardcore, and I live hardcore - but it's only today that I've realized that I really am hardcore. Last Tuesday, while napping on my mom's new. Il Barbiere di Siviglia. Beethoven's baby and only opera. That's not the original title, but the title's in German something like. And they all cost only 360php each! And gave them to me today - I paid her back, of course!

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Vissi d'arte: September 2004

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From lullaby to requiem. Saturday, September 18, 2004. I just transfered from Livejournal, so this is my first post. in accordance with personal tradition: MY FIRST POST IS A REPOST! Traditionally, any symbol of fertility would have done, and I guess cow’s milk is enough of a fertility symbol, at least for me). I wrote my own spell, called the corners (twice, since my candles were having difficulty standing on their own! For once, someone was actually crushing on me! I felt special, I felt pretty. Wh...

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Vissi d'arte: July 2005

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From lullaby to requiem. Tuesday, July 26, 2005. Ok so, my brother is gone - I have like 20 mins to write this so. I was on my way home and I was recalling what I did in class. Particularly in my 2nd class. I entered the room and the previous class had. But anyway, he was ssssssoooooooooo cute. kagigil! Blush I don't think I've had a crush for a really long time, but anyway. In one of the examples, I think it had something to do with . oooohhh, Raul Rudd is on friends. cute! Posted by Mikee @ 7:34 PM.

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Vissi d'arte: February 2005

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From lullaby to requiem. Wednesday, February 23, 2005. The Phantom of the Opera. Twisted every way what answer can I give? Christine Daae is a young chorus girl in the Ballet of Paris’ Opera Populaire, managed by Monsieur Andre and Monsieur Firmin. The Phantom (no name given! Some things I didn't like: some lines which were originally sung were spoken, and the dubbing was HORRID! When will you see reason? Monsieur believe me there is no way of turning the tides! I’ve seen it on Broadway (although not wit...