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[jbbuena]

I think I died last night. I had this sudden feeling that somehow, my soul just dropped from under me onto the station platform, lingered there for a little while, and slithered down to the train tracks while Carlos, Christian and I thought we missed the last northbound train.

Before my folks left for home earlier, my dad asked me why are you so

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wobs

[anonymous]

okay... creepy entry.

"it"? i'm guessing "it" is a metaphor for something.

(?)

and you look sad when you stop talking.

Re: wobs

[jbbuena]

Wobie.. I really creep people out sometimes huh? :(

Remind me to keep talking when I start morphing into Mr. Poopyface.

wobs

[anonymous]

"oy poopypays! magsalita ka!"

yan na saasbihin ko palagi. :D hahah

[soulassassin547]

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Now I remember...

I'm strangely reminded of Harry Martineau in The Night of the Fox, in which he wrote a "bad" poem about a departing in a train without a known destination... and indeed a case of deja vu occurring to you.

[anonymous]

haha. i'm clueless about half the things you're blogging about. i guess i don't know you enough. and to think we're family.