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Image Hosted by ImageShack.us I'm Nica. Age 20. A Fine Arts student, Photographer, Company Artist and a full time blogger. I'm pretty sure you know what I blog about (for the avid readers. ofcourse!). I blog about absolutely anything I could think of and dears, sorry in advanced. Most of them are non-sense. I have a love-hate relationship with cab drivers. I procrastinate a lot. And I love like a hopeless romantic.

I do consider myself a workaholic although again like what I said earlier I PROCRASTINATE A LOT. Money makes me happy. I dance and shout once I touch paper bills that are mine. And the thought of being uber rich in the future just makes me feel contentment in life. LOL!

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Monday, June 16, 2008
too good and more.
10:44 PM
sheesh! i like hannah montana. :| after months of backstabbing her and her blond hair that looks like a wig. i'm finally amused by her. and i love her songs. it's so teeny bopper-ish.

i also have the weirdest bukol EVER! palubog sya. weird weird. anyhoos, mommy earl, durrrd, wifey, mac and genorrr kissed my bukol tonight. made me feel better but it still hurts though.

nice day. from the lunch at glorias, the tenten game, the night at the tent. wow! too good to be true. season2 for nica is ending on sunday. season3 airs on monday and gosh i am excited.


and on the dark side.


"he touches her skin with force
it wasn't hurt but satisfaction
the need, the hunger, the sin
it exists flowing into her vains
tickles her insides like butterflies
she closes her eyes
to feel it even deeper
the surreal moment was it untrue?
it goes round and round
over and over it comes and goes
like a never ending game
frustration will vanish
and by the end of the day
as the place closes and lights turned off
the ferris wheel will eventually stop
as they head their way on top"


i admire meaningful conversations rather than a waste of time hearing nothing but the crickets. and although i believe in what i want, it sounds crazy that for some reason, the heart tells not the other way around but in a way a contradiction. that, yes, i am contented with the crickets as long as there's company. someone who jives along with the crickets, the smoky air, the slightly full moon, and the filthy ground. sometimes, you need not learn from words but from the unspoken, the boring, the nothingness.

i'm possessed right now. and so, i must sleep.




"i am whole. and with you, i'm exaggeratedly complete."