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prozac on ice: Mayday! Mayday! in photos
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Saturday, October 08, 2011. Last night was one of the best nights of 2011. Friends, booze, music- like how it was in 2010. It's everything I wished for. I am so happy and lucky to have crazy crazy friends. And of course, my signature face. I can't wait for this Friday. It's The Strangeness' EP launch, y'all should come! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Fatimabustinera© 2011. Awesome Inc. template. Powered by Blogger.
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prozac on ice
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Sunday, October 30, 2011. I never met someone who can make me laugh as much as you do. I never thought I'd end up with someone like you. I love how we hate the same things and love the same food. I love how we cheat time, chase spontaneous dates. I love being with you. I always smile whenever I remember all crazy things we've done; how happy we are; and how amazing it is to have you. Happy Birthday to the most amazing man in my life. K ( doctora ). October 31, 2011 at 1:20 AM. November 5, 2011 at 2:54 AM.
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prozac on ice
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Friday, October 07, 2011. Honestly, I don't want to go a certain event that is seemingly obligatory. I feel sick, alone, and right now, my head is about to explode. Other peoples' drama will drive me insane. I absofuckinglutely hate this day. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I'm 22, still undecided on my career path. I like to spend most my time watercolour painting and reading. I also like dadaism, satires, burgers, and milkshakes.
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prozac on ice: gadgetry goals
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Saturday, November 05, 2011. I was thinking if I should label this as Christmas Wishlist pt. deux. But I figured, I'd end up disappointing myself. I'd rather think of this list as my gadgetry goal. A chart that would remind me what to save up for when I get a job. Holga CFN 120 (in any color, but I prefer red). Shit ton of shoes (not in the picture). And despite already having some things listed here ie: flat screen, camera, shoes, I still want to buy them with my own money. You know, pride etc.
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I don't want to miss you anymore: I'm only alive to make you stay
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I don't want to miss you anymore. Wednesday, August 29, 2012. I'm only alive to make you stay. Even in my happiest of moments, I feel a deep sense of hurt and longing that I've carried for as long as I could remember. If only for myself, the burden was bearable but I couldn't handle the feeling of being a burden to the people I love. My father called me up earlier in the morning when I asked him for lunch money: "Why don't you just ask me for money if you need to? I'm only alive to make you stay. Should ...
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I don't want to miss you anymore: October 2010
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I don't want to miss you anymore. Sunday, October 31, 2010. Person most likely to uncover the meaning of life. You have this phenomenal knack for content analysis and for chrissake, anyone who could derive any degree of epistemological substance from a taong grasa. Days of our lives. The games we play as children. The indentured slavery of temporal narratives. You, it's always you. I'll see you again someday and by then I might have something good to say. Yeah, you're right, I've been scared all ...I don...
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I don't want to miss you anymore: Kaleidoscope
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I don't want to miss you anymore. Wednesday, November 16, 2011. This week hasn't been too kind. Well, okay, it's been uneventful but I've been really tense. Haven't been uneasy for a while so I guess this would be healthy enough to balance things out. Apparently no. Just me. Shit, I had no clue. Okay, it was really suspicious. I was starting to wonder if it had anthrax in it or something or for the most part, who sent it. A couple of officemates suspected some gay dude who keeps on bugging me to ...Lover...
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I don't want to miss you anymore: November 2010
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I don't want to miss you anymore. Sunday, November 7, 2010. A short list of plans. Since it's about time I got my head straightened out, let's move on to goal setting. Here's a short list of plans for the near future. FINISH REVISIONS, GET A FLAT ONE FOR MY THESIS. Graduate (post graduation pictures on most social networking sites). Book a plane ticket to Manila. Haul all of my stuff to a small flat along Taft. Enroll in La Salle for my master's degree. Caitlyn Bailey summer 2011 tour. Days of our lives.
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I don't want to miss you anymore: Exit narratives
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I don't want to miss you anymore. Monday, July 30, 2012. For my grandmother,. You may not have said you loved her, you might not have said you cared, but as long as you knew where home was, her warmth would always be there. Not wanting to wake you as you slept, worked, or ate, she left in the same silence she lived. With the warmth that followed her, we entered the room in silence to walk away in tears. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Manila, National Capital Region, Philippines. Live journal, live!
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I don't want to miss you anymore: July 2012
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I don't want to miss you anymore. Monday, July 30, 2012. To love and act in knowing. These days couldn't have been heavier on my shoulders, if only for the burden of knowing and an ill-assumed propensity towards inaction. The past week appears to have been the last straw, and as it started, everything ended in tears. My academic performance, although so-so to good in one subject, has dipped drastically below standard and I fear that I might be forced to abort the other subject altogether. Everything fell...
