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Meeting someone new

By on February 20, 2011 in Encoun­ters

I hate it that some­times when I feel like blog­ging, and when I switch on my Mac­book Pro and open up my blog site, that whole ‘I want to blog’ feel­ing just went away.

If you remem­ber the last time I talked about The Boy was when I sent him a birth­day mes­sage that even­tu­al­ly unde­liv­ered. Just a few weeks back, I saw him work­ing in a bou­tique down town. I was not sure how should I be respond­ing to such emo­tion, that I was try­ing real­ly hard to avoid a face to face encounter. Par­tial­ly it was because our break-up was not a pleas­ant one.

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The prank that went wrong

By on April 28, 2009 in Blog­ging

I tried so hard, I real­ly did.

It was a prank that I have pulled that went seri­ous­ly wrong.

At first, I thought I want­ed to see his reac­tion on how he would see things. Now, I guess I have to change my point of view to a whole new per­spec­tive.

I could not sleep last night. Pen­ning my last entry I was already exhaust­ed, per­haps with what has been going on for the past few months, per­haps with what has been going on late­ly. I tried to slot in hints on my Face­book, hints that I was­n’t ready for a long dis­tance rela­tion­ship. I am a ‘clos­et­ed’ per­son. Clos­et­ed not that I am not out, but a rather, I pre­fer to be close to some­one, the be able to hug the per­son, to kiss the per­son, and in return to be loved.

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Same Subject, Different Day

By on March 31, 2009 in Per­son­al, Rela­tion­ships

My mind is almost blank, but yet there is this feel­ing inside me that makes me want to shout out to the world that I have a lot on my mind, and yet still emp­ty.

Yes, maybe I do not know how to put things in words. Maybe I am just con­fused of the cer­tain feel­ings that I have right now, maybe it was just noth­ing.

His voice still echoes deep inside. I could still hear him say­ing things to me. Was it just my imag­i­na­tion, or just mere­ly because I missed him so much?

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