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Saturday, October 04, 2008

look who's spying..!

to pretty missus pink walls "twin":
i miss those days at the pool, i miss those tiny tiny moments of pretty much just talking. maybe it has taken on its toll and maybe, just maybe i see it now in myself. because i think this is not true, not real. or i haven't been real to myself but forcing things down my throat myself. oh well, if i were to say, this ghost is haunting me back, can you please tell me how you feel?

oh bluebird, tired and torn.
hot with passion.
free and easy.
that mix of hot n' cold,
i dare not ponder.
bluebird bluebird, now do you know.
'cause i might know now.

to sajc:
i miss you like shit. it's so different now without school uniforms and teenage frolick at macs. those daily teh pings at the cafe. and warm delicious croissants. plus those lazy moments when the sun is scorching hot reflecting off the monk's bald head. seventeen, O' seventeen, where've you been! have we become casual now that our schedules are more packed and we're in different colleges.

to yj:
this gossip girl, xoxo. omg i love you to the max. no one does it like you do. not my nanny but i'l gladly help split it against half. you know like ease the pressure. can't believe school has taken much toll that i'm actually on the 11th on your list now. lol. oh well, i'm gonna so make sure we're gonna go out, go tan, go gym, go this and that before come feb 14. sad valentines. miss you like shitxsxzxsxzxsxzx.

to val:
darling, i'm all ready to hear your dirty little secret story now (: you've my fullest attention and for that i'm gonna make darn sure we have mini talks in school or mugging sessions, no talk during mug period. i hope you're coping well with math, and those killer logics you have. i'l die to understand just one line of it. thank god for everything except that. oh well, love darling.

to black cookie monster "please, please":
just a few words and a few line. or maybe just a line. okay i really don't know. but i wanna see your mind to day 85. because i still do remember the rock song with a broken page and a lone green coloured pea in it. x-plane.

to all:
oh i love you all (: you all, all, a for all and a for awesome.
a.w.e.s.o.m.e