eris
Y!: huitdetasses
Posted: 04.05.2008 23:50
blackberry-stained,
bleeding strawberries
in blueberry rage.
TRISTE. bored.
MALDITA. bad.
BELLA. beautiful.
eris is nice, never mind that she calls herself wicked. she's soft, too soft, she'll forgive any trespass any day. she'd clamp down her protest and quietly slip away to walk her disappointment off then come home to cry herself to sleep so she can get it off her chest and take fresh shit the next morning.
margarita, she doesn't care for bitch fits and bad moods because she has a lot of her own. she hardly ever gets really fuming, but run away when she does. she's the type to use your clothes to wipe the dirt off the floor and hide pins on you mattress then face you with such a beatific smile and chat with you as if nothing is wrong. well, she thinks nothing is.
janjan always has that faraway look of a kid in the middle of second period longing for monkey bars and ice cream. she bumps into things often, even with her glasses on. hardly recognizes the people she runs into. forgets easily. is lost, always lost, mingling with some other souls in some other world, trailing Desire through Doors in Neverwhere.
jill malice just got spawned.
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13.09.08 how does it feel to not have two-thirds of yourself where your physical body is at the moment?
16.01.08 FCIE, the industrial park in HOT, DUSTY, INHOSPITABLE CAVITE where i will be spending 240 HOURS plus the weekends in between of my summer, is everything an 'engineer', serious in landing a job which entails him to ride a bicycle to get from one building to the other, could hope for, but HOT DAMN, sugar, WHOEVER SAID I WANTED TO BE AN ENGINEER WHEN I GET OUT OF UPLB?!! people who, out of college, morph into starbucks patrons who talk about nothing but pay and higher pay and 2M condominiums scare me. i want peace and the occasional storm in a straw hut in Batanes. hmph.
01.04.08 april is the month of fools. i wasn't born in april, but i think in all my other previous lives i was. and having the need to write away feels like home.
-::fast forward to 2008::-
12.01.06 wow. it's 2006, and the world is still intact.
12.12.05 obviously someone thought seeing me was well worth getting soaked in the rain.
06.10.05 today i am 19. ah, the sweetness of it.
29.09.05 i love coffee. it's what's running in my veins these days. i wake up, i smell my arm, and it smells like coffee. it's the most addictive thing. i could go on and on with it, mug after blissfully warm mug.
i like uniforms. if i could go back in time, i'd want to be in high school again.
i love my cat, my xiexie, gone away to heaven. i had her for two weeks tops, then she died. she was my first, and last, cat. she annoyed me to no end, and i loved her for it. i'll forever be her lover, and she'll always have me, even without her here.