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Thursday, December 14, 2006'♥

.. cruelly incidental ..

sympathise not;
in the artful displays of his emotional spasms.
with dolor and contempt,she derides;
in foolishness and futility,he will be.
to hold captive of a spirit gone astray;
the door's in his sight.
so leave as he shall,
while the moon still scorns.
forget not, those shadows,
to bring along his horde of obligations;
as he goes.


+++++++++++++++++++++++
any.

i dont know if it's good.
but these days, i dont bother with anything,anyone else anyhow,anymore.

i guess i just i cant wait to leave next year.

ANYWAY,
+ holidays make you FAT. i am now tipping the scale at 43.6kg.and my constipation's back. havent been pooping for 5 days now. HOW.nvm, we will digress and leave that crisis alone awhile. detoxicification starts today. and no more festive season indulgence.

+ and the trip to sibu was rusticness at its best. even the road trip there was an adventure of its own. we drove there, with nothing else but old sch tupac and warren g s blasting on the stereo.then the boat ride and that held up with the marine police.for now, i am totally burnt and cooked.so this 's what it's like to be microwaved. uv rays are a nono to yr skin. i dont know why but my skin looked as if they are swelling or something.

+ then i have got invites to the opening of THE CANNERY @ clarke quey on friday. who's keen? cos i am not and you can have it.

+and the days ahead are going to be so busy. and i have yet to meet up with mich and thatflyingbestie. bah. this sucks.


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eloera jesusa woon.

she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight ,
with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //

the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.

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