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jstwtg
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| THE YELLOW LIGHT |
[Jan. 14th, 2009|09:31 pm] |
Cupid does not lie. You won't know unless you give it a try.
The Lord knows I really need it.
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| LET'S TRY THIS |
[Dec. 24th, 2008|03:11 pm] |
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What will happen if you'll never find me? Ever. |
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| BLOG SEARCH |
[Nov. 24th, 2008|02:34 pm] |
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I love blogs. I seriously do. It’s amazing how much you can get from them. Whether it be reading about the (mis)adventures of some really cool kids, fashion, travels, or be informed from commentaries of actual news. Now, if only someone can help me figure out this really cool men’s fashion blog that I stumbled upon last week at work. It was from this guy who worked in PR (or did he own a PR firm?). He talked about fashion like it was the most natural thing on the planet. The only thing I remember from it was that I stumbled on his blog from a link about him being interviewed in a magazine. Also, his blog had this entry about APC jeans and on how to wash them. The person who can help me will get a prize. GO! |
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| MANTRA |
[Oct. 18th, 2008|08:40 pm] |
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What drives your work?
"I guess we are not done yet, are we?" "I know, I kinda feel it's just the beginning... It would be boring to just stop now."
BAM!
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| SNOOZE |
[Oct. 10th, 2008|06:51 pm] |
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[Sep. 16th, 2008|04:32 am] |
| [ | Feeling |
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Finally. |
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| SOUNDTRACK |
[Aug. 26th, 2008|02:17 pm] |
First of all, rest in peace Mr. Jerry Ford (1924-2008). Pioneer.
In keeping with our already somber mood, let me share to you a song. This is quite old but I am still in love with it even if I have overplayed this since college. It is from the Chillout Project: Sisters of the Sun album. If ever someone will create a movie about my life, I want this song to be used during the saddest part of the film. The part where I cry profusely as I walk in the rain, with a cigarette in hand, while a montage of the happy moments with an ex are being shown.
SING IT!!
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| POST-EDWARD CULLEN |
[Aug. 24th, 2008|12:52 pm] |
| [ | Listening |
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It was a beautiful night. The stars seemed to have sparkled extra bright while the moon gleamed off very soft rays that made the light from the lamp posts romantic. I sat in one corner and drank my tea as I allowed myself to get lost in all the trivial chatter of my surroundings. I was just there. I was just in the moment. Staring at the stars as I thought of all the people in my life. Some say that you should not worry if relationships end or will never get to see someone ever again. Maybe it is because their purpose in your life has come to a close and it is up to you to make the most out of it. To value that chapter in your life when they were still in it. To learn from it. To take more from it. Then, as if waiting for a star to fall, I wished for him. What about the person who has not arrived in your life story? Is there any way to know in which chapter he will be in? I needed to know. I needed to prepare myself. I needed to expect something. Just like that, a star came flashing by. I closed my eyes and smiled. As I opened my eyes, a guy went up to me to give me a flower which he clearly just took from the bush around us. I did not know what to make of it. Was this a prank? It should be. He was beautiful. Gorgeous even. Way out of my league. He smiled this perfect smile as he waited for me to accept his gift. I took it, thanked him, and tried my best not to cry. He smiled again and went his way. I sat there in shock and awe. I watched him walk away as he crossed the street. The moment was perfect. And that was the only sign that I needed. |
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