January 2011
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Of guns and roses.
It’s almost one month of being employed of a ‘Volunteer Work’. I’m tired with the words so photos will do the work. Weapons of choice for my duty: Actually, I just bought this yesterday. I was at the Department store with my mom and then I saw this. Its material is not made of leather nor cloth. What is it made of? Rubber/Plastic. I don’t know if it’s also made of resin, just like what Crocs...
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Destruction.
He gets mysterious every time. A week of school works have passed. I am still not over with what happened last night. Tequila shots along with lime and salt, dancing with only boxers and shirts, horror films on the DVD player yet having no time to watch because all we ever did last night is a bunch of fun. Watching a movie didn’t pass our standards of having fun that night. We only woke up...
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Tumblin’ and Jumpin’
Shoes. I was staring at my shoes I was wearing, with my arms both crossed and waiting for my next turn to log out and sign on the log book. Eight hours have passed again. Eight hours of going back and forth to pharmacy, of making rounds and checking the IVF levels of each patient, Eight hours of administering medications, be it oral and parenteral. Back to my shoes, I felt a pang of guilt for...
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You know where my heart is.
It is never possible that a day comes that you became extinct in my mind. It’s not even close to possibility.
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Jog One’s Memory.
Woke up from an obliterated dream to an awesome and legendary reality at four in the morning. I walked myself out of the room then turned this laptop alive—a usual routine of mine when times like these come. Aside from playing my favorite playlist with un-updated iTunes, I finally rode myself back to Tumblr browsing and reblogging. Seems like I am back on track, losing one frustration at a time. ...