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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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    Thursday, August 03, 2006


    This guy must realize that he is getting into my nerves. He must be aware that I am losing my kind patience towards him, and maybe with just a few scratches, a spark may be produced and I might just be too rude and cruel to tell my anger and disgust to his face. He has been annoying me for weeks and I am just too kind not to tell it to him directly. I honestly hate to be rude, but this guy must not push me to be one. Again, just a slight tug, slight pinch, slight whatever, and I will instantly burst into flames of disgust. If this guy is able to read this, praise him. Praise him more if he realizes he is the one I am pertaining to. Hail him if he would stop bugging me. Thank him if he would mend his ways.

    To this guy: In as much as I would want to remain a kind friend to you, I cannot seem to do it, for you have crossed the line. If you would want me to treat you in a humane way, you better stop frightening me with your sudden appearances in certain places I never realized you would be at. You must stop annoying me, by GETTING THIS IN YOUR HEAD: I AM ONLY YOUR "friend". THAT"S IT. A line is drawn again. You musn't attempt to cross it again. If you do so, it's all over and it ain't gonna be nice, I assure you. You would hate yourself for it.

    I've tried my best to remain a nice acquaintance to you. It's just that you really crossed the line and you've been VERY annoying and irritating. Have you not noticed my being mataray to you recently? It's not topak dude. I am doing it for you to stop sending me messages. But the funny thing is, and what REALLY irritates me, is that YOU NEVER GET IT!!!! How many times were you born?!?!

    You know what, I hate myself. Why? I have become a monster - your horrific creation.

    Then again...