<body> Solitary
Behind It All

She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i'th' bud,
Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought,
And with a green and yellow melancholy
She sat like Patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?
(Shakespeare, Twelfth Night, 2.4.115-120)

Admirations

... that One God
... that person whom I've known for over a year but noticed only now
... that band that I hail and the one that makes me go dub-dub-dub
... that Canon EOS K2 Rebel
... those friends from back in the days
... those bitters
... those dreams
... those chinitotoys turned pinototoys
... those puppies owned by other people
... those pictures I've taken

Other Beauties

Anna Marie
Angel
April
Kor
Chona
Diana
Joane
Ian
Patricia Lauren
Maria Monica
Ruth Creole
Ruth Crayola
Nadine

...EXIBITIONS

  • June 2005
  • September 2005
  • October 2005
  • November 2005
  • January 2006
  • February 2006
  • March 2006
  • April 2006
  • July 2006
  • August 2006
  • September 2006
  • October 2006
  • November 2006
  • December 2006
  • February 2007
  • March 2007
  • May 2007
  • October 2007
  • February 2008

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    Tuesday, August 29, 2006


    Ouch! Damn it hurts real bad! I just came home from school, after an evening class and a drinking session. But no worries, only a bottle each lady. Unfortunately, just a bottle turned everything crazy. Annama and Kaypee laughed nonstop, while I, hmm, I must say I was pretty fine - not! HAHA. I really want to have started an sms conversation with Bums or with Mr. Packs, whichever would automatically please me, anyway. But then again, I didn't have anything to tell them, so I opted to continue with my plate anyway and forget about the idea of a text message for them.

    Anyway, Im nw sitting infront of this piece of junk, and I must say, my head really hurts bad, but I have to disregard this discomfort so Id be able to post an entry here and tell you what happened tonight. But errr, I can no longer prolong this. It hurts even worse.

    Darn, Grandmamis. Hrr. Oh hello Teejay. Yea I still remember you, goodness.

    Yey no class tomorrow. It's Wednesday, silly.

    What happened to my promise of...? Ah I wasn't able to fight temptation, too bad. Nothing happened anyway.

    Then again...