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Monday, August 04, 2008'♥

//linger on.//

3.40am and there are no signs this body is going to surrender to the calls of the sheets and the dawning sky. the caffine rush from my overdose of tea , has never kept my thoughts clearer and more pronounced.i realise that, there's no need for much deliberation on reasons for the well deserved peace and calming fashion my days are taking. Of course,school is starting soon, and it's with a renewed anticipation of what lies ahead.

of which,i am glad to say
-new unspoken responsibilities and obligations are charged to us, in the new year ahead.happy anniversary,love.
-my cap score 's upped to a 3.87, renewing interests in the somewhat mundane varsity life of mine.
-with much certainty, europe trip with theboy at the end of the year is possible now.
-union camp, which i joined as a senior/councillor has injected much joy in the waning social life.
-that amazing one night, though very short, spent with yy,has bridged all the social distance work and time can do in a year.
-pounds, are lost but more fashion indulgences to be gained. being 42kg has brought more tragedy to the purse strings than before.
-new experimentation with toy cameras, expired films and film slides , means i can now be deluded in my colored reality of red flashes and light leaks.
-there's still much getting used to being thoroughly spoiled and loved by your parents and his.
-truth be told, i want exchange programs and grad school more than ever.to take flight, and ride on dreams woven on the hopes of my folks.

i am alittle tired.
but they will linger on.

3:40 AM








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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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