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| To those who still check in on this blog-namely well meaning friends, just to see how have I been doing. Thank you for your concern.
Opening this xanga blog was my attempt at starting afresh. Fresh from what you may ask, fresh from a break up. Also, I had intended to explore different styles of writing. Perhaps expressing myself a little differently from what I am accustomed to.
Putting up pictures on this blog was also an attempt of me trying to be somewhat more 'open'. So why would putting up pictures equals being open? I am not sure really.
Everything is trial and error in this blog I must say. Did I enjoy putting up pictures of myself here? Sure I did- for narcissistic purposes. Did I enjoy -not- putting up pictures of myself in previous blogs of mine- indeed. It provided me with a sense of security. I am a coward because I prefer hiding under monikers.
In any case, this particular blog- which happens to be my first and dare I say, my only blog in which I've posted pictures of myself has unknowingly restricted me. I've become more reserved with my thoughts in this blog because all of you reading this know my face even when the possibility of me knowing you is zilch.
I'm a fairly (?) private person. You either know the face and not the thoughts or the thoughts and not the face. It is mutually exclusive, most times and with most people. Unfortunate you think? Perhaps.
I still prefer to be a faceless blogger.
Thank you for the time and my sole commentor Jason :) Brought laughter and I'm grateful for that.
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I come to work late because I don't like working with your kid.
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I remember you
perhaps time could do the trick
maybe I could forget things
I thought I saw you
my heart stopped, I braced myself.
I thought it was you
You sat casually
smilling and laughing.
I remember you.
The way your hair falls
slightly unruly, your crooked smile
I stood and looked from afar
praying that it's not you
If there was anyone that I had truly loved,
it had to be you.
I went all out for you.
a heap of mush.
You were my 'man'
although we were both still in high school and
you haven't even started shaving yet. Ha.
Stolen kisses in between classes,
many bike rides to my place.
I was proud of you.
But the tides got stronger,
And you ran and ran.
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you can't save the world. you've been trying so hard and it's brought you so much sorrow.
you can't save the world, its not your burden to carry.
what he's failed to learn..is that we can't do that by ourselves.cause we'd crash and burn. i don't want a guy who wants to save the world.. cause he will be a man of disappointments. and probably because he'll most likely think the world will stop revolving if he stops trying. you can't be everyone's hero.
or do you actually feed off being wanted?
you'll never be free, if everything you strive for can only be found in people.
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I went to see a piercer today. He said I might have caught something on my piercing...
Keep my piercing in your prayers tonight? I dont wanna lose my baby...
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