im really hurt.what did you do? i forgot. im just hurt.i hate this feeling.help me.

posted by: blueberry010 at June 30, 2004 00:15 | link | comments (4) |
rants

state of being: mad!!!

in mind: im just really mad. I hate someone’s guts.

fear popping up as i type this: that someone might just stop doing whatever he’s doing right now

profound thought: hmmm…I just realized that God is still the Greatest Author of my Life

breakfast: nothing. sat straight on the computer chair, turned on the pc, and flew into cyberspace

lunch: haven’t had my lunch yet but I will as soon as I publish this entry. I’ll be having garlic chix.

thoughts concerning the rest of the day: decide whether to text him or not

what i'll do now: try to smile.

what i'm really feeling right now: mad.bad.sad.

what i really want to say for a long time now: aaaaaaaaargh!!!

posted by: blueberry010 at June 29, 2004 12:55 | link | comments (1) |
mirror

tentenen..tentenenen...gumaganda ang istorya..yiheeee!! wahahahaha!

posted by: blueberry010 at June 28, 2004 00:30 | link | comments |
amorish

my friendster account is almost full. three more friends. so i opened a second account. not bad. i know "almost" everybody or atleast have met them before. i dont just add people that i dont really know. that means i know more than 500 people. i started friendstering last june 2003 and it took me a year to fill them up. but that's okay. there is no competition. i know some people have more than 10 accounts. crazy. they dont even know all of them. what's the use? ewan.

posted by: blueberry010 at June 26, 2004 00:12 | link | comments (1) |
rants

i have in my hand an autographed tuck & patti cd and im not returning it to the owner...mwahahahahaha!!!

posted by: blueberry010 at June 21, 2004 23:14 | link | comments (2) |
raves

Sunrays and Saturdays. Yellow and Stripe.

I prefer the latter.

I don’t know why I suddenly got deranged. Maybe because those  were nothing.

I opened the window.

Let the sunrays enter my window on Saturdays, but still…

a smile was not seen.

Only glimpses.

 

Sunrays and Saturdays. I anticipated.

Eacy ray and each day, I would lay.

Wait  till I got burned out.

I was patient and yet insane. Perplexed.

Got tired of writing my story, nibbling bars, and dancing salsa.

Never got to know the mystery behind the artificial.

It never worked.

 

My sunrays slashed. My Saturdays gone.

 

Yellow and Stripe. I am calmed.

Stripe came.

Its lines striking through the essence. Telling me to let go. Bringing me to the top.

So high I could fall. (I might, though. ) Anytime soon.  

Stripe’s shadow is white. Soft as pillow. Clear as water.

 

Yellow and Stripe.

I am Yellow.

Yellow as the sunrays slashed. Flying freely.

I saw Stripe’s stripes . Thriving. Streaking. Shining brightly as the sunrays.

Only brighter.

One. Two. Three.  I got hold of the stripe. Swinged.

Easy yet slow. But doom is unknown because I hope and I trust.

 

Sunrays and Saturdays. Yellow and Stripe.

I prefer the latter.

I don’t  know why I changed. My emo’s thwarted.

I closed the window. It was broken.

I opened the window. A new one.

Let not the sunrays but Stripe to remain.

With music’s hope. I sing and dance. I just talk.

 

 

Sunrays and Saturdays. Yellow and Stripe.

I prefer the latter.

posted by: blueberry010 at June 20, 2004 23:48 | link | comments |
pompoms

check this out: www.tftbt.motime.com

posted by: blueberry010 at June 17, 2004 00:27 | link | comments (1) |
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