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Thursday, December 18, 2008

weeeeeell. i'm in love with this day. somehow. not really, but... yeah. so it started out with me having a weird "dream". freaky. gahd. it was like, i had this incurable sickness (not sure what it was) and my parents, desparate to save me, agreed to these scientists that have collaborated to make some trial cure. well, the cure hurt, it was composed of something like injecting a few needles at a time in different parts of the body to drain out bloooood. i dunno how that helps, though. anyway, the problems were that it was painful, deadly and it was promising. i went to school with one of those needle things in my leg and i hung out with a few friends of mine. there was a quarrel between some of them so in the end i was left with one or two people. we were walking when i suddenly fell since (i think) too much blood came out already. well, yeah. then like i had to go to the hospital and blablabla morbidITY. =))

i woke up:)) then i went to look for our neighbor. her parents lemme eat leche flan. (dang, that started my beautiful day!) then i started to get scared coz i thought we weren't supposed to wear casual. =)) (stupid, stupid.) i was ambushed and asked to read in the mass. (hated it, but i guess i missed it, too.) well i had fun with all the CDs we had. =)) then i got all these gifts, including what i like to call a 'peace offering!!!" =)) yeah. haha. I got two bears two shirts four bracelets a necklace a pin, a flower:P and blabla. i got home and fell asleep:)). when i woke up i played guitar. then my sis came home. (special dedication to my sis, SECRET ADMIRER! :P) then at dinner i ate like, 10 choco bars. =)) (i'm talking about the little ones...) and, yeah. i'm here, typing and typing away waiting for my classmate to go ol.... grr. =))

yeahp. todaii was hott.

Labels: fun


PG e i g h t e e n stepped on your garbage at 3:21 AM

Sunday, December 7, 2008

okaii so i'm ze replaceeeee. =)) they're changing me. hahaha. no wait i mean she's replacing me. don't like me anymore? throw me in the trash! don't like me anymore? throw me in the trash! don't like me any--

okay, so you get it. anyway, i feel like a toy today. you know, people play around with you. they hurt you blablaa. when you can't do something they get mad. tsktsktsk. then what do they do?! :o

THEY GET SICK OF YOU AND REPLACE YOU.
i feel like my owner liked me already, when she hated me before. i dunno. my owner's mad. =)) and now i guess if they read this they're gonna think, 'oh, who cares? my dollie's fiiine! what do I care anyway?!" gahd! THIS DOLLIE IS HURT! dangit. i'd run away for real next time! i'd gather my soul and leeeeave! at least then i won't get hurt. you won't get hurt anyway! you'd be fine without me!
you got someone else now! so what do i care!!!
I DO CARE. I'M JUST SO HURT THAT YOU CAN DO SO MUCH TO ME AND NOT CARE I'M HURT-THAT YOU CAN DO THINGS LIKE THAT TO YOUR VERY OWN BEST FRIEND! thanks for everything though. sorry and goodbye. 'coz i'm giving up.

Labels: die, friends, hurt


PG e i g h t e e n stepped on your garbage at 7:05 PM

My Story.
Call me Gan.
But what's in a name?
Does it matter?
Will my name really show you who I am deep inside, where I hide?
Can my name really give you the picture of my heart, its pains and sorrows in its past?
But what the heck.

Call me Gan.

Thrown Away
September 2008
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December 2008
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September 2009

Garbage
a mirror of mine; my reflection.
a multiply of mine.
the stories of a sister.
the memories of a friend.



Thrown Away
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