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[October 14th, 2007 / 7:50pm] [ mood | depressed ] you dont know what love is, you just do as youre told.

[October 7th, 2007 / 9:13pm] [ mood | jubilant ] [ music | over you- daughtry ] this is how my jubjub currently look like on neopets. hehe haha hoho i think im addicted to jellybeans. Read ♥ Reply

[October 2nd, 2007 / 8:37pm] [ mood | happy ] facts of today: - i skipped school - half of w25a went to the zoo - we were happy kids - saw loads & loads of animals - ate kfc twice - shuxin had a sore eye - took loads of photographs!!! ( CAUTION: image heavy! ) courtesy to fahmy for some photos &&& here comes the best! ( hehehehe ) im so evil. :D & omg my eyebags are so huge i should go sleep soon. i think im starting to fall in love with w25a. Read ♥ Reply

[September 24th, 2007 / 4:06pm] [ mood | rejuvenated ] [ music | your heart is an empty room- death cab for cutie ] Variations on the word "Love" This is a word we use to plug holes with. It's the right size for those warm blanks in speech, for those red heart- shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing like real hearts. Add lace and you can sell it. We insert it also in the one empty space on the printed form that comes with no instructions. There are whole magazines with not much in them but the word love, you can rub it all over your body and you can cook with it too. How do we know it isn't what goes on at the cool debaucheries of slugs under damp pieces of cardboard? As for the weed- seedlings nosing their tough snouts up among the lettuces, they shout it. Love! Love! sing the soldiers, raising their glittering knives in salute. Then there's the two of us. This word is far too short for us, it has only four letters, too sparse to fill those deep bare vacuums between the stars that press on us with their deafness. It's not love we don't wish to fall into, but that fear. this word is not enough but it will have to do. It's a single vowel in this metallic silence, a mouth that says O again and again in wonder and pain, a breath, a finger grip on a cliffside. You can hold on or let go. Read ♥ Reply

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