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Sunday, May 11, 2008'♥

punctuate.

i wish i could do more to articulate this myriad disentanglement of emptiness and doubt instead of the usual archetypal mode of expression- blogging.
it isn't so much of moments where you can just shrug it off ,banishing it to the back of your mind with a casual " it's one of those days.." or assigning it to the problems of womanhood.

the post exams periods- the lull moments of the pursuit of knowledge gone senseless,driven by academical competitiveness, economic and social prerequisites.
i am ,really am immersing ,recuperating from 14 hr work days to 0 hr work days.

it takes a fool ( which many of us are?) to realise that the things you need most in life are the simplest of the sorts despite the countless rejects due to character inferiority ,of which applies to countless things and people.

i spent the last couple of days with the family , a weak and inadequate compensation for my absence and my responsibilities during the school term.
there are so many obligations,numerous enough to have me feel inadequate.

i am obliged to my sister,married, and moved .
i am obliged to my mum, selfless and aging.
i am obliged to my dad, guileless and kind.

i am obliged to my boy.he, who placates the ghosts of my nights.

and to these very few special people that i truely respect as worthy friends.( gun,yy,elthevin,dillon)


they are all that i could ever need , and perhaps, ever have.
yet guilty memories line this shadow that treads on paths.

10:44 PM








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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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