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Good Mournings
Contemplations on Pandesal and Other Sorta Fairy Tales
Created on 2006-02-25 01:17:11 (#9612559), last updated 2009-03-21
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| Name: | Paula May |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 05-05 |
| Location: | Makati, Philippines |
Perpetually running on some perpendicular world between the realness of things and some world one's trying to escape in to, I've never desired anything more than to go un-tired [or bored] with it. Still, I pause when and where i want to.. probably there where realities are dreams that come true..
Supposedly true, at least.
And if at gun point you'd have to stay with me here, I think.. well, I think I'd have to shoot the gun on you.
I won't deny that I'm highly compulsive.. Some shake of characters both real and surreal, i suppose; predictable yet impulsive, lost still unfailingly happy, several times lovely, often times annoying, and several other times more, hmm.. annoyingly lovely.
I speak words that may be un-meaningful.. sometimes carelessly, oftentimes unceasingly. perpetually annoying, nonetheless. At times my mouth is simply shut (that youd have to think, what the heck?), but once I start talking I doubt that anyone could make me stop. And once I do, you'd realize that things were better understood prior to the talking..
I guess it's in silence that people understand eachother better.
Spiritual democracy etc matters to me most.. And none to explain about. Not that i dnt knw how to. Nor dnt want to. It just dsnt matter if you'll listen. Or pretend to. Or not.
And besides, it would be pointless.
And lastly, I'd b a complete irony without
eccentricities.
ethnicities.
music.
kape.
ulan.
astro-city.
beach-city.
something to read.
something to write.
laughing with my self.
talking to my self.
crying alone.
His promises.
most especially His promises..
'Cause honestly speaking, that's something I dearly hold on to.
Supposedly true, at least.
And if at gun point you'd have to stay with me here, I think.. well, I think I'd have to shoot the gun on you.
I won't deny that I'm highly compulsive.. Some shake of characters both real and surreal, i suppose; predictable yet impulsive, lost still unfailingly happy, several times lovely, often times annoying, and several other times more, hmm.. annoyingly lovely.
I speak words that may be un-meaningful.. sometimes carelessly, oftentimes unceasingly. perpetually annoying, nonetheless. At times my mouth is simply shut (that youd have to think, what the heck?), but once I start talking I doubt that anyone could make me stop. And once I do, you'd realize that things were better understood prior to the talking..
I guess it's in silence that people understand eachother better.
Spiritual democracy etc matters to me most.. And none to explain about. Not that i dnt knw how to. Nor dnt want to. It just dsnt matter if you'll listen. Or pretend to. Or not.
And besides, it would be pointless.
And lastly, I'd b a complete irony without
eccentricities.
ethnicities.
music.
kape.
ulan.
astro-city.
beach-city.
something to read.
something to write.
laughing with my self.
talking to my self.
crying alone.
His promises.
most especially His promises..
'Cause honestly speaking, that's something I dearly hold on to.
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