sycophite.blogspot.com
the silent speaks (or writes.)
http://sycophite.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html
A writer, eh? Not really. but why? Because i'm a hopeless romantic. taunt me. laugh like the hyena. do the hokey-pokey. pounce on me. tell me how hopeless i am. real hopeless. go ahead. that's fine with me. Or share some pity and feel my pain. isn't that him, the dying martyr? Oh, the poor chap. look at his frail limbs and fragile soul. but no, no. you'd never say that. Because i'm just a freakin' writer who no one cares about. do tell me if i'm wrong, huh. not that i care. Did you hear me? Maybe i'm bei...
sycophite.blogspot.com
the silent speaks (or writes.)
http://sycophite.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html
A writer, eh? Not really. but why? Because i'm a hopeless romantic. taunt me. laugh like the hyena. do the hokey-pokey. pounce on me. tell me how hopeless i am. real hopeless. go ahead. that's fine with me. Or share some pity and feel my pain. isn't that him, the dying martyr? Oh, the poor chap. look at his frail limbs and fragile soul. but no, no. you'd never say that. Because i'm just a freakin' writer who no one cares about. do tell me if i'm wrong, huh. not that i care. Did you hear me? Since then i'...
sycophite.blogspot.com
the silent speaks (or writes.)
http://sycophite.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html
A writer, eh? Not really. but why? Because i'm a hopeless romantic. taunt me. laugh like the hyena. do the hokey-pokey. pounce on me. tell me how hopeless i am. real hopeless. go ahead. that's fine with me. Or share some pity and feel my pain. isn't that him, the dying martyr? Oh, the poor chap. look at his frail limbs and fragile soul. but no, no. you'd never say that. Because i'm just a freakin' writer who no one cares about. do tell me if i'm wrong, huh. not that i care. Did you hear me? Asked my fath...
sycophite.blogspot.com
the silent speaks (or writes.)
http://sycophite.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html
A writer, eh? Not really. but why? Because i'm a hopeless romantic. taunt me. laugh like the hyena. do the hokey-pokey. pounce on me. tell me how hopeless i am. real hopeless. go ahead. that's fine with me. Or share some pity and feel my pain. isn't that him, the dying martyr? Oh, the poor chap. look at his frail limbs and fragile soul. but no, no. you'd never say that. Because i'm just a freakin' writer who no one cares about. do tell me if i'm wrong, huh. not that i care. Did you hear me? Me: uh. y...
sycophite.blogspot.com
the silent speaks (or writes.)
http://sycophite.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html
A writer, eh? Not really. but why? Because i'm a hopeless romantic. taunt me. laugh like the hyena. do the hokey-pokey. pounce on me. tell me how hopeless i am. real hopeless. go ahead. that's fine with me. Or share some pity and feel my pain. isn't that him, the dying martyr? Oh, the poor chap. look at his frail limbs and fragile soul. but no, no. you'd never say that. Because i'm just a freakin' writer who no one cares about. do tell me if i'm wrong, huh. not that i care. Did you hear me? Hindi susubuk...
fridayisbondingday.blogspot.com
**friday is bonding day**
http://fridayisbondingday.blogspot.com/2005/04
Friday, April 15, 2005. Sana pagtyagaan nyo itong basahin. Pasensya na kayo kung magdadrama ako dito. Una sa lahat nagpapasalamat ako kay God kasi binigyan nya. Ako ng chance na makilala ang mga taong katulad nyo. Salamat sa inyo at sa tuwing maaalala ko ang buhay ko sa hayskul,. Mapapangiti ako at masasabi kong tama nga ang mga tao. Ang hayskul nga ay isang parte ng buhay na. Mga tao, hindi ko kayo makakalimutan. Sa totoo lang ngayon lang ako nakakilala ng mga. Mga kasama ko sa ka-otihan, sa kasiyahan,.
psychotie.blogspot.com
storming the silence...: ...fare-well.
http://psychotie.blogspot.com/2005/04/fare-well.html
To everyone. this site is not used by the writer anymore. if you would please, proceed to http:/ psychorefined.blogspot.com for updates on his ragged road to happiness. but no one's stopping you from reading further. It's just too much. Too tired of holding back. Excruciating pain radiates seamlessly. A tattered heart's weary. Tears well up in his eyes;. Yes, those dark brown eyes. Then, deep in the night. Kneeling on a mattress. Engulfed in the eerie darkness. Right from the crevices of his soul. But to...
fridayisbondingday.blogspot.com
**friday is bonding day**
http://fridayisbondingday.blogspot.com/2005/02
Friday, February 25, 2005. Katatapos lang ng prom. last prom para sa batch namen. naging masaya ang gabing to para sa aming lahat. :) sobrang masaya talaga. kahit papano ay nagkaron kame ng bonding time together kahit na may kanya-kanya kaming ginagawa. ay may pic kameng anim! Yun ay isang achievement para samen! Dahil everytime na plano naming magpa-pic ay hindi natutuloy. hehe.=P ayun. Basta masaya ang prom nato para saming lahat. memorable din! 2 u @ 9:51 AM. Sharmaine manaLo : meng *16* *may 26,1988*.
psychotie.blogspot.com
storming the silence...: February 2005
http://psychotie.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html
To everyone. this site is not used by the writer anymore. if you would please, proceed to http:/ psychorefined.blogspot.com for updates on his ragged road to happiness. but no one's stopping you from reading further. The rose, . torn (epilogue? Js prom '05: last of 4 parts). And held the rose - too tight. Was there a problem? Don't you realize what you've just done? Fine he took her away. That's NOT supposed to mean you have an excuse to dance with someone else. A last dance is a LAST dance. The rose,...
