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Dear Somebody,

Sunday, July 30, 2006

how have you been, really?
i try to guess all the time, even though you'd always say everything isn't too great.
still, i prefer to think that there were fantastic moments you don't exactly share with me. reason being, i'm not too sure.
Since i am always so good at guessing (or assuming, like you say)
i thought maybe you just want me to feel bad about something.
about me flying on cloud 9 most of the times.
sometimes i do wonder if i am portraying a "happier" me in front of you.
and you do the opposite in front of me.
for reasons only we know. strange. we are still that weird pair.
some time back, i got along perfectly fine just being alone.
you would reappear certain days (and nights too) as a memory so far away.
in a way bizzare, how far i have drawn myself clear of you.
and now, you make me think (too much) again.
i hope it's all unnecessary, like the way you used to tell me,
that i think or imagine too much. how imagination of something that does not exist could actually make them all true. till today, i still think those were crap.
you are so crappy, you know that. and so am i.
that's why, we made the odd pair. but we are not exactly together in that sense.
i don't know if that's a good or bad thing.
like how we don't know if we are good for each other.
you know how we can drive each other crazy. mad.
we fight about the silliest little things that do not usually make sense at the end of the day. when i think about them, yes i still do wish i gave you a few tight slaps across that face. i wonder why i didn't. maybe i adore you too much. maybe you just had your way with me, anytime. you still do, i suspect.
anyway, things have changed so much. now it is alot simpler, but weirder.
i don't even know what to say to you anymore. i sort of know you, but yet my doubts are still everywhere, whenever we engage in a less unserious topic.
so far, you still manage to catch me in my oh-so-emotional moods. shit.

and yes, there's nothing i'm trying to get at. that's all.



pee,,

this is how we do it

all the backdated pictures
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see my favorite swimming man!!

leather!
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UP's 3rd birthday with lotsa hotties.
me like cowgirls!!!

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and this is 3-sixty with UP buzz

some boring party
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but that's alright

these were pretty long ago
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after so much down-sizing, cropping and pasting,
i have no more energy to type, so,
that's about it.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

simple.
the perfect person doesnt mean he/she is the right person.

most of the time

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

most times,
the perfect person u wana be with,
is just the wrong person at the wrong time,
who also happens to be with the right person

or something like that.






pen and paper

pretending to be an adult

Saturday, July 08, 2006

i have been spending some time doing up my portfolio
trying to feel hardworking and digging deeper into mere surface

please take a look, give a feedback or 2
especially if you only have nasty things to say

the pen and paper

thank you.

pee,,