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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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Sunday, December 21, 2008 5:27 PM
don't think just shoot...
...and murder me while you're at it.
Her beauty mesmerizes like none other in the range. For an entry in the starter series, she actually has features. She churns out among the best:
She's a dream I'll still find myself saving and not reaching 'cause guilt would eat away at whatever joy from the Diana Edelweiss.
And i hear the question about the compromise with the Holga.
My most kind answer would be: this is but only a dream =)
Her beauty mesmerizes like none other in the range. For an entry in the starter series, she actually has features. She churns out among the best:
She's a dream I'll still find myself saving and not reaching 'cause guilt would eat away at whatever joy from the Diana Edelweiss.And i hear the question about the compromise with the Holga.
My most kind answer would be: this is but only a dream =)
minx wrote at5:27 PM
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which ship do you treasure the most?
Voiced worries audible at every turn of the corner should have been good enough if the exaggerated nudges weren't. The burden of proof is proving to be one that is more a suffering than joy. On record, this is a one-nil to old-school conservatism. The banner over this roof is grudgingly brought down but with loud applause for the play that were put up for battle.
I guess it was no coincidence then, when I started the day two days ago singing without a way to stop,
So the best thing I can give to me
Is for me to go
Leave you alone
Cause I've got growing up to do
*With specified changes emphasized whenever they came up.
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He knows what He's up to.
I guess, I'll just, well, to put it right out there, will miss this.
=)
I guess it was no coincidence then, when I started the day two days ago singing without a way to stop,
So the best thing I can give to me
Is for me to go
Leave you alone
Cause I've got growing up to do
*With specified changes emphasized whenever they came up.
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He knows what He's up to.I guess, I'll just, well, to put it right out there, will miss this.
=)
minx wrote at4:23 PM
Tuesday, December 16, 2008 12:16 AM
knolls and dells of fall
They have been there through it all. Both of them. The cries, complains, sighs, laughs, giggles, eye-rollings; everything.
The past three months have been nothing short of challenging for most everyone and so turning around for support would've been unwise. After all each had with them their own share. Just as I had a dreadful roll to unroll, they would've had an equal or bigger roll to let free. There's no one to blame for that; such was the heft that the semester held. Trying to be there for each other showed through text messages that were less than engaging sprinkled with a little sympathy and exaggerated empathy. Heck, I can't go without admitting to guilt for that at times.
That was why these two have been the best refuge that was.
When the parentals attempted but were unable to stomach the technical terms in the course, these two listened attentively and contributed.
When I decided I would steal the keys to a tissue paper factory so there would be no need to restock for a marathon style runner of a nose, they mocked me with a stare that confirmed that such a feat would be impossible in my condition.
They held on to beautiful droplets of rain to provide for a beautiful sight so staying in to conquer phrases like mid terms, deadlines, finals wouldn't be half as bad.
They danced to the wind that couldn't play with my hair and told of the stories from faraway when boredom nudged at giving up.
If both the trees outside could peep into my window at this, I would show them these that I show you:
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call(s) to the corporate(s)
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skipping the jam with the one now working and another
feeding back feedback at OBE-city
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excel formulas to the rescue
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spss: silly people seeking silliness
lights galore
the cause for teary eyes
the ever-unexpected m&ms on top of a cake with icing
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=) big pencil/marker
66 X 2 = complaining printer and ink tank
The past three months have been nothing short of challenging for most everyone and so turning around for support would've been unwise. After all each had with them their own share. Just as I had a dreadful roll to unroll, they would've had an equal or bigger roll to let free. There's no one to blame for that; such was the heft that the semester held. Trying to be there for each other showed through text messages that were less than engaging sprinkled with a little sympathy and exaggerated empathy. Heck, I can't go without admitting to guilt for that at times.
That was why these two have been the best refuge that was.
When the parentals attempted but were unable to stomach the technical terms in the course, these two listened attentively and contributed.
When I decided I would steal the keys to a tissue paper factory so there would be no need to restock for a marathon style runner of a nose, they mocked me with a stare that confirmed that such a feat would be impossible in my condition.
They held on to beautiful droplets of rain to provide for a beautiful sight so staying in to conquer phrases like mid terms, deadlines, finals wouldn't be half as bad.
They danced to the wind that couldn't play with my hair and told of the stories from faraway when boredom nudged at giving up.
If both the trees outside could peep into my window at this, I would show them these that I show you:
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call(s) to the corporate(s)+copy.jpg)
skipping the jam with the one now working and another
feeding back feedback at OBE-city+copy.jpg)
excel formulas to the rescue+copy.jpg)
spss: silly people seeking silliness
lights galore
the cause for teary eyes
the ever-unexpected m&ms on top of a cake with icing+copy.jpg)
=) big pencil/marker
66 X 2 = complaining printer and ink tankThe past three months have been a time of sorts with tripping being a recurrent theme. It was so much more easier to stand up with borrowed strength and given grace =)
I would never go back and undo any of it.
My heart goes out to both the trees (and all else) for sticking around.
I would never go back and undo any of it.
My heart goes out to both the trees (and all else) for sticking around.
minx wrote at12:16 AM
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Monday, December 15, 2008 11:26 PM
boom de yada enthusiast
The moon is a faint blurry circle outside my window. The hum of the fan is in rhythm with Regan on the iTunes and the blinking orange LED on the iPod is dancing annoyingly to all the sounds in this room. If you could hear the whispers of this heart along with all the other sounds around, you would possibly press both hands on both ears and scream for it to stop. Yes, it's that muddled.
And amidst all the muddles, you seem to consistently come up however far away you are/could be/may be. If why is the next thing out of your mouth, don't bother. I'm struggling myself.
There seems no rational explanation for this; at least none that I can put my finger on. It's like sitting for an exam that you wrote but having no way of getting a passing grade regardless of how hard you try. I could give you a hundred different metaphors but we'll be nowhere different from where we are right now.
With the exception that a little (or a lot of) time will have come to pass with us talking.
Exactly like how the blurry circle that was the moon is now no more outside my window.
Perhaps like all of that, you too will no longer be in the middle of this muddle.
But somehow I'm dreading that more than I should.
And amidst all the muddles, you seem to consistently come up however far away you are/could be/may be. If why is the next thing out of your mouth, don't bother. I'm struggling myself.
There seems no rational explanation for this; at least none that I can put my finger on. It's like sitting for an exam that you wrote but having no way of getting a passing grade regardless of how hard you try. I could give you a hundred different metaphors but we'll be nowhere different from where we are right now.
With the exception that a little (or a lot of) time will have come to pass with us talking.
Exactly like how the blurry circle that was the moon is now no more outside my window.
Perhaps like all of that, you too will no longer be in the middle of this muddle.
But somehow I'm dreading that more than I should.
minx wrote at11:26 PM
Saturday, December 06, 2008 10:41 PM
turkey thoughts
Every time I log on, it goes right back to that dashboard. The millions of memories that have come to be built on that one space feels impossible. After all, this is only halfway through.
It's been quite a trip; journey-wise and falling-down-wise. A lot of it have been mind numbingly surreal where your voice gets stuck, turns into a squeak, then disappears into the air that was supposed to carry its almost weightless weight. The trips on the trip were trips that you would never dream of un-tripping because each made the trip.
The trips on the trip will be tripped upon when current trips are done tripping over.
Now, now, did you actually read all that trips? Some trip you must have had, heh =p
. . . . .
There's this thought in my head; I wish I could tell you. This thought, it tempts me to give voice to it. I half believe it's lies that all of this will be a great deal better after. But somehow I've not found courage to do as it says.
All of this is amplified from its three-year maturity. I suspect its because my heart secretly feeds it when I turn away.
I've whispered it to the air a hundred thousand times. I could sit and twirl ribbons around my fingers until all of the ten I have are mummified and this thought will still taunt.
I've screamed it to You because You are all that I have.
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It's all at Your feet, I trust You will do as should be done.
This is all there is to do to keep this thought safe as currently is.
It's been quite a trip; journey-wise and falling-down-wise. A lot of it have been mind numbingly surreal where your voice gets stuck, turns into a squeak, then disappears into the air that was supposed to carry its almost weightless weight. The trips on the trip were trips that you would never dream of un-tripping because each made the trip.
The trips on the trip will be tripped upon when current trips are done tripping over.
Now, now, did you actually read all that trips? Some trip you must have had, heh =p
. . . . .
There's this thought in my head; I wish I could tell you. This thought, it tempts me to give voice to it. I half believe it's lies that all of this will be a great deal better after. But somehow I've not found courage to do as it says.
All of this is amplified from its three-year maturity. I suspect its because my heart secretly feeds it when I turn away.
I've whispered it to the air a hundred thousand times. I could sit and twirl ribbons around my fingers until all of the ten I have are mummified and this thought will still taunt.
I've screamed it to You because You are all that I have.
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It's all at Your feet, I trust You will do as should be done.This is all there is to do to keep this thought safe as currently is.
minx wrote at10:41 PM
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