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Chronicling the continual dying of my brain
Tags: Physical education class, Swim stroke, Turn It Into Love, Walk Right Back
Author: Jana Glaiza M. |
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To Whom It May ConcernDec 1, 2009
Do you know how it feels?
No really, I bet you have no idea how it feels whenever you find out that one person you've trusted is actually not someone worth trusting, because honestly if you actually did know how that feels, then you would not have the...
To People That Do Not ExistNov 30, 2009
Dear Characters of My Novel,
It has been one heck of ride this month eh? I didn't realize how much I would end up loving all of you in such a short while. Sure there were moments when I was getting really tired of having to type your name over and over...
The Happy PessimistNov 24, 2009
It's exam week.
I would go into the regular rant on how exams are eating me alive and that I have no life to speak of this week, but I am far, far too happy to talk about a depressing topic, no matter obligatory said rant is supposed to be, so can we...
Christmas For Christ MusicaleNov 18, 2009
Ever Dearest Pumpkin pies of the Philip of Pines,
You are all cordially invited to attend a Christmas Musicale hosted by FEBIAS College of Bible (a.k.a. as the College in my other entries), through the Student Missionary Fellowship. It will happen on...
RealizationNov 17, 2009
This is a long overdue realization.
I have been fighting with Turtle a lot these past few weeks, and every time we fight, I'd be all emotional, and annoyed, and if I was allowed to swear, I'd probably be swearing at myself and sometimes at him too....
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