When asked about my fake bestfriend before, I never had the courage to speak up.
Perhaps I was still in denial.
That she was fake.

I am fairly fine.
Stress from work.
Stress from love.
Stress from friends.

Salamat.

I am so bored.

And I am so single.

I'm giving US a breather.

What happens next that we do not know.

For some weird reason, I like it this way.

I just needed my own space, free from all.

Might sound selfish but you know, I'd rather choose MY way than

what others may think is right.

Again for some reason, I am okay.

God, I am so bored.

"If you listen very hard

The tune will come to you at last

When all are one and one is all

To rock and not to roll."

I am for a hard day's work and so on.
For lovely days as to winter mornings and late sunrise.
I am delayed yet I get to catch up through the music.
Since all day's just meant for only one.

All I am trying to say is..

I'm back... But for once in a while.

And yes, It's all good.

All love and All idle.

AMEN!

Happy Birthday!

I am happy, too.
Hope you're Happy too.
Happy for everyone.
Happy.Ü

And I am back.

Makes me wonder how much I missed.
Hehe.

Oh, I am already a regular employee. Great.
I miss friends, late nights and nothings.
I miss late night driving.  My bumper's still sick.
Christmas Parties everywhere.

At ponti? Oh good Lord. I need a support system.

Thanks for calling Bon Jovi. You made my day. Haha.

Thanks to a black Accord, I do not have a car right now.
I am a real driver now, my own car accident. Hehe.
Thank God I'm still alive.

And I have a new toy.
I lav it.

Candlelight. Cars. Music. Imogen Heap.
The O.C. Apple Juice and Bed. Idle Time.
Ponder. Noise and Silence. Yellow. Shore.
Sunrise and Stars. Pause. Waves.
Let Me Refresh My Own Memory..
Long Walks and Short Talks. A Bottle or More.        
Not Minding Me, Not Noticing Them At All.
You, Me. Perhaps. Rock Band and Rock Song.
Junk Jeans and Old Sneakers.
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Those who take the risk, win.
Elizabethtown

You are Love.
   I just need a sign.  
If I should be here, or not.

I'm trying to find truth in words, in rhymes, in notes, in all the things I wish I'd wrote
cause I feel like I've been losing you.
Each night it ends too soon you.. Don't hold me like you used to and your eyes look like they've seen
too much.
It's always some excuse too tired, too obtuse, you look so far removed, this time I fear im losing you.
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