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Darker Than Black
6.27.2006
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New background for my Livejournal.
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Fun With Monkeys
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Starting to love the pen tool. Hah!
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Pen Tool Exercise #2
6.26.2006
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Need to learn how to properly shade. Love that fresh foliage brush on the background.
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Pen Tool Exercise #1
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Kissing
6.25.2006
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We kissed in public as if we own the country.
The first one was quick.
The last had fireworks, butterflies, and humming songs playing in the background.
Fuck, you're driving me crazy.
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Perfect Memory
6.24.2006
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You were drunk and desperately trying to keep your balance when I first met you.
The whole night we watched as our boy troubles slowly dissolved in bottles of beer. The stronger the buzz, the easier to forget.
Alcohol takes over the night. Slightly our skin touches, rubs, tickles. Then followed our first kisses. It was like poison running slowly through my veins. In seconds I was drawn to your mystery.
From a Bed of strangers, we hopped to a stranger's bed. Horizontal, but facing each other. We were floating, lips magnetized and fingertips tracing every inch of our bodies. I pulled you closer and closer, eliminating the space between us. I can feel your heart beating. Your soft whispers were the sweetest songs blowing in my ears.
And after our actions faded into a comforting snuggle, we fell asleep, my arms wrapped around the most beautiful boy I've ever laid my eyes on.
You are gravity and I am Newton's apples. I might be falling for you. Please don't freak out.
Come sit with me. Let's watch the sky.
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Seafood Republic
6.22.2006
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It was my father's birthday. Went around for a while, arguing over where to eat. First went to Emerald Garden,then while parking decided to try the new dampa along Macapagal, then after getting harassed by aggressive restaurant staffs, settled at Gerry's Grill Blue Wave.
I was internally gloating when we left the dampa for I am not a big seafood fan. But when we came to Gerry's (wtf) they all ordered seafood, which left me choosing just my rice - which was crab. Lol.
Then drowned all seafood misery with Strawberries and Cream Frappucino. Heaven.
Was thinking of takaw Jujiin the entire time.
Fuck I'm back to Helen-Fielding style of writing. Which is weird because I was reading JD Salinger, which I still have to finish.
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Destination
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Finally. I am done with Version 7. Aah, the clouds.
Nothing new to post. Might go to White Party dressed as high school soccer varsity player. Red jersey, white short shorts, knee-length tube socks, and white Nike soccer shoes. Might also wear a white cap, but I might get confused for a delivery boy.
Anyway, gotta rest. Back hurts. I am really getting old.
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No To Windowshopping
6.15.2006
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Went to school today to pay for my TCG, only to find out that I left (or lost, still in the process of looking for it) that small slip of paper I have to present at the cashier. Was so fuckin hot so I decided to roam around Robinson's Place Ermita. Then I saw this.
Topman Duffel Bag
Hate, hate, hate Topman.
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Your Tell-Tale Heart
6.08.2006
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I woke up today with a stone heart. As if it wasn't beating at all.
I hate moving on. I hate pretending that I am okay when in fact it's exactly the opposite.
Robbie Williams is the new Air Supply.
Other things I'm letting go:
- McDonald's Chicken Nuggets, and honey mustard sauce
- Greenbelt
- Tahiti 80, Girlfrendo, Trembling Blue Stars
- Sarah Mclachlan, Jewel
- The idea of going back to Fitness First
- Beauty and the Beast, Over The Hedge
- Livejournal, YouTube
- Giant Nestle Crunch
It's only temporary. I'll say hi when the sky clears up.
PS.
- Thanks Peewee for that short YM conversation.
- Shame on you Coco for asking about sex. Such terrible timing.
- Thanks Don. I kept you up so late. Come, let's slash our wrists together, like we're on a Yaya Sisterhood or something.
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How Are You
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Come hold my hand
For one last time
I'll bring you back to the stars
Once you're up there
I'll watch by my window
And be silent for a while
How are you?
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Post Suicidal
6.07.2006
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A bullet would feel so good right now. Or anything sharp that can pierce right through my emerald skin and my gullible ribs.
I'd like to see blood dripping from my left chest. Or right. It's so confusing.
Pain will be my greatest bliss.
I'm retreating to the little corner of my world. And with the last tear falling, I will breathe my last.
Start the countdown.
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White Flag
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Yesterday, I made a fort. It was so small that my head could only fit inside it. So I stuck my head inside, closed my eyes, and let it all out.
Jujiin's room suddenly looked so different. It was black, but happy. And I didn't belong there.
As if I did.
My last pieces of happiness suddenly burst into flames, its treacherous smoke stinging my eyes.
I know my enemy. It's the greatest feeling of all. And neither of them wanted to entirely let go.
This is Ken Lee surrendering.
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Love Story
6.05.2006
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It all started with a heavy downpour, a week of glitch on summer's aggressive reign. I was lost. You were alone. There was a flash of lightning. And then we saw each other.
We were two bodies who sought warmth on each other's skin, safety on each other's arms, comfort in each other's presence.
The days that followed were much brighter. With the sun's blessing we painted the sky with twelve hundred shades of blue. And with your hand in mine, we strolled along fields of yellow sunflowers. And we lay side by side on the green grass, with the fluffy white clouds smiling at us as they pass by.
It was three weeks of borrowed heaven.
In a few hours my daydream will find its end. And I will find myself standing in the middle of the rain. Drenched, shivering and alone.
I'm letting go of the red balloon.
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Fly
6.04.2006
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I am the soft whisper in your ear. The lullabye that sings you to sleep. The warmth that envelops you through the night. But when you close your eyes, you won't be dreaming of me.
I will be the soft southern breeze that would send your kite flying. And if you hold on to the ropes real tight, you won't be needing me.
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