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 forceit wasn't hurt but satisfactionthe need, the hunger, the sinit exists flowing into her vainstickles her insides like butterfliesshe closes her eyesto feel it even deeperthe surreal moment was it untrue?it goes round and roundover and over it comes and goes
like a never ending game
frustration will vanishand by the end of the dayas the place closes and lights turned offthe ferris wheel will eventually stopas 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."