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She's the girl who sits and watches while others live a charmed life. The girl loves to write but doesn't know if she's any good at it. She loves rainbow sprinkled ice cream on a rainy day. She loves to take walks with the wind blowing. Giggling should be made a career. She tells you her secrets in not so many words.
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Tuesday, October 31, 2006 10:57 PM
are you sure?
"Find yourselves a good friend or better still come see one of us and get all that baggage off."
"Tell a friend you really trust. You know better than to keep it all in."
"You can tell me. I'll listen to you anytime."
Some advice.
"Tell a friend you really trust. You know better than to keep it all in."
"You can tell me. I'll listen to you anytime."
Some advice.
minx wrote at10:57 PM
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Thursday, October 05, 2006 10:40 PM
*insertwordhere*
Things were/are very *insertwordhere*.
When the hysterical hyper treatment did not work, I tried camwhoring, drawing, cleaning (Yes, cleaning! *shudders*). That worked for a tiny while but once the 'stuffs' peeked its way out of its hiding place, the other stuffs followed suit. Worst idea ever! Everything came tumbling and started to bury me. My head was still where it was supposed to be for most of the time. But before I knew it, it drowned me.
I guess things were awfully bad.
'Cause daddums gave me his "Why?" twice. I managed to wiggle out the first one but failed the second. So, I told him. I couldn't let everything out though. I gave him the typical reason and even that created a sizeable tear fest. He is the best therapist an aspiring psychologist could have. =)
I'm still in there but I'm slowly tip-toeing my way out and hopefully the 'stuffs' don't hear me. *takes off shoes and crosses fingers*
Why is it so hard to still be happy when you're at your worst? This makes me want to salute those who have mastered this really great and not to mention useful skill. Unfortunately for me, the face is the biggest giveaway. I'm still working on a facade and I sure as hell hope it materializes soon. It really had better!
Then, this blog can be the happy-happy place it should be.
When the hysterical hyper treatment did not work, I tried camwhoring, drawing, cleaning (Yes, cleaning! *shudders*). That worked for a tiny while but once the 'stuffs' peeked its way out of its hiding place, the other stuffs followed suit. Worst idea ever! Everything came tumbling and started to bury me. My head was still where it was supposed to be for most of the time. But before I knew it, it drowned me.
I guess things were awfully bad.
'Cause daddums gave me his "Why?" twice. I managed to wiggle out the first one but failed the second. So, I told him. I couldn't let everything out though. I gave him the typical reason and even that created a sizeable tear fest. He is the best therapist an aspiring psychologist could have. =)
I'm still in there but I'm slowly tip-toeing my way out and hopefully the 'stuffs' don't hear me. *takes off shoes and crosses fingers*
Why is it so hard to still be happy when you're at your worst? This makes me want to salute those who have mastered this really great and not to mention useful skill. Unfortunately for me, the face is the biggest giveaway. I'm still working on a facade and I sure as hell hope it materializes soon. It really had better!
Then, this blog can be the happy-happy place it should be.
minx wrote at10:40 PM
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Monday, October 02, 2006 12:53 AM
heaven?
A quote from a miner.
"If Heaven was a green field with white cattles, I would leave now but not before saying goodbye to my Precious."
Heaven can be so different for so many people. A miner sick of being shipped off to the dark confines of the dark and stuffy mines wishes to leave the world for a place so much like he remembered home to be. Its just so fascinating to find that the interpretation of one simple word could be so diverse. Your definition from mine could be two entirely different things and yet we're still referring to the very same word.
What is heaven, really? Does anybody really know? Or are we fumbling with this same concept like we're fumbling over every other concept?
Is it a refuge? A means of escape that one dreams about every time the world seems like a burden too heavy to bear.
Is it meant to be referred in the traditional conventional sense where you can have sneak peek at your almighty?
Is it where those who leave Earth meet for a huge fest where there are an abundance of superbly delicious food?
Or is it everything you want it to be and more?
~ You know, if I could hear her she could tell me how it is. Whether its up in the blue, blue sky where only the fluffiest of fluffiest clouds are found. Or if its merely within my reach, only I'm too blind to see it. I wonder if she's frustrated with me now since I can't hear her.
I'd do anything to hear you! Anything. I'd leave now if you asked me to 'cause I really don't see the point in all of this. What hurts the most is that you never did say goodbye. I know it was hurried and it wasn't your fault but even the miner remembered or was I not that important to you?
Oh, the tortures of unanswered questions!
And they will never be answered.
=)
"If Heaven was a green field with white cattles, I would leave now but not before saying goodbye to my Precious."
Heaven can be so different for so many people. A miner sick of being shipped off to the dark confines of the dark and stuffy mines wishes to leave the world for a place so much like he remembered home to be. Its just so fascinating to find that the interpretation of one simple word could be so diverse. Your definition from mine could be two entirely different things and yet we're still referring to the very same word.
What is heaven, really? Does anybody really know? Or are we fumbling with this same concept like we're fumbling over every other concept?
Is it a refuge? A means of escape that one dreams about every time the world seems like a burden too heavy to bear.
Is it meant to be referred in the traditional conventional sense where you can have sneak peek at your almighty?
Is it where those who leave Earth meet for a huge fest where there are an abundance of superbly delicious food?
Or is it everything you want it to be and more?
~ You know, if I could hear her she could tell me how it is. Whether its up in the blue, blue sky where only the fluffiest of fluffiest clouds are found. Or if its merely within my reach, only I'm too blind to see it. I wonder if she's frustrated with me now since I can't hear her.
I'd do anything to hear you! Anything. I'd leave now if you asked me to 'cause I really don't see the point in all of this. What hurts the most is that you never did say goodbye. I know it was hurried and it wasn't your fault but even the miner remembered or was I not that important to you?
Oh, the tortures of unanswered questions!
And they will never be answered.
=)
minx wrote at12:53 AM
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Sunday, October 01, 2006 1:05 AM
it takes one line.
Speaking of fortune cookie lines...
Sometimes it just strikes you. It doesn't have to be real. In fact it can be general and random but it hits a chord and you get all confused. I do know that the people who write these things come up with something so general in the hopes that it applies to a wide margin of people. Once this is achieved, walabadabam, people start believing in them lines and think its a prophecy. But sometimes it just kindles in you this weird thought and soon you're thinking about that 'thing' you stubbornly bulldozed to the back of your mind.
So, how?
Entertain the thought, or not?
Sometimes it just strikes you. It doesn't have to be real. In fact it can be general and random but it hits a chord and you get all confused. I do know that the people who write these things come up with something so general in the hopes that it applies to a wide margin of people. Once this is achieved, walabadabam, people start believing in them lines and think its a prophecy. But sometimes it just kindles in you this weird thought and soon you're thinking about that 'thing' you stubbornly bulldozed to the back of your mind.
So, how?
Entertain the thought, or not?
minx wrote at1:05 AM
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