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Katt's blog. No preservative added. It seems we can’t find what you’re looking for. Perhaps searching can help. Journalism graduate, forever twenty-one. Full-time fencesitter moonlighting as a web copywriter. Occasional book hoarder. Feel free to roam around, leave a comment, grab a lemonade, or demand an emotional refund. Your call. Read more. This is the personal blog of Katt Pascual. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.
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an overdose of life: July 2010
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Saturday, July 31, 2010. Give me a garden. Where i can breathe. To know that i live. To give it to. Hayahay, july 2010. Don't hate me for publishing this mickey. I have two excuses:. 1 my blog is just begging for this poem. 2 i have no words for that night, except these beautiful. Borrowed ones and that night begs to be chronicled as well. An overdose of life. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). It's not just a car, it's a concept. BAW. Rasta is the way. Long live bOb Ong. Fuck you, penguin. An overdose of life.
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an overdose of life: November 2011
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Wednesday, November 23, 2011. I felt pain from reading her words. A goddamned caption and yet it was searing enough. That i felt something inside break. She doesn't know how lucky she is. I had all that time with him and i tried so hard. I wasn't sure enough to start it. he wasn't sure. Enough to broach it. But i did try. i tried so goddamned hard. And now they have months and probably. Will have years to their name, if not the rest of. I was too broken to begin with. I couldn't have kept him.
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an overdose of life: August 2010
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Wednesday, August 4, 2010. 12 hours in dumaguete. Time seems like we're always running out time. all we get. Are snatches and moments, hurried kisses and abrupt embraces. Measly hours that seem like seconds. On the long exhuasting bus ride that will take me to my boat. To Dumaguete, scenarios kept running through my head like from. Some icky pinoy B-grade romance flick. Bea to John Lloyd: "Sana ako ulit.". John Lloyd: "She had me at worst, you had me at my best, but you. Chose to break my heart.". Before...
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an overdose of life: October 2010
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Monday, October 18, 2010. I am tired of this cat and mouse game we are playing. You let me catch you for a bit, and then you run off again. Most of the time i seem to be the cat. But really, i'm the mouse being played at. I am tired of constantly feeling like. Begging for something that isn't mine. Well, you're certainly not mine. Not your life, not your attention, not your time. What i'm asking, what i want to know. Is in that whole world of you,. How much are you willing to share with me? If you don't ...
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an overdose of life: April 2010
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Friday, April 9, 2010. Chef for the summer. Because the last couple of weeks are starting to feel like. The makings of the most boring summer ever, i have decided. To spice life up a bit. quite literally. Now this might not be the best decision for the people. Who live with me (including those who will be within. Striking proximity over the summer) given that they will. Be the default guinea pigs for my (hopefully) weekly. Concoctions. but they seem to be okay after consuming my. An overdose of life.
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an overdose of life: somebody gag me
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Monday, June 14, 2010. I've found so many uses for them. Change people's opinions. make students look at the same things. Differently. get what i want. weave stories. build whatever i. Want on thin air. forge acquaintances. get people's favor. But it is when words are most powerful, that they are at their. Most dangerous as well. Because i use words to hurt people too. to manipulate, blackmail. And cut people down to size. i could cut you right down the middle. I am a bad person. An overdose of life.
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an overdose of life: May 2010
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Sunday, May 2, 2010. Weird how i could kiss some random guy and not stand someone's arm. On my shoulder. it's like that debate motion: this house believes. That consent should be the only standard on sexual relationships. Totally bordering on truism, i should say. but it's interesting how. It makes a world of difference. If only ALL males were born with awareness of such. I'd finally get him off my back and settle in comfortable. A girl can only ask as much. An overdose of life. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Katt's blog. No preservative added. I write to live. Live could be interpreted in two levels: to put food in the table, buy some clothes and deodorant and some dignity; to continue surviving, to find a certain meaning in a world governed by much randomness. Now when I say I write well, I’m definitely getting ahead of myself. So here it is, the About Me page, except that I could be charged of glossing over my inexperience and ordinariness a little too much, and that the Me is an idealized version of the s...
