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Friday, September 26, 2008

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He was standing there.
She was walking, in the phone, talking.
He looked nervous, wide-eyed.
Her heart thumped like never before.
And from some magical force that bounded in the centre of their love,
they were magnetised, hands spread, after, tight hug.
He talked.
She talked.
They talked.
And both hoped for the rest of their life story to unfold.
Someday, in a porch over looking a body of water of some sort,
they will talk again, this time about the rest of their lives...
Of the what have happened and how one love, so strong!
Possibility of the impossible yet the questions are confusing...
Nobody really knows because uncertainty abounds
in this great journey of life and love.

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Tis written unlike no other in my attempt for creativity. Here, you'll find *fragmented fictional and real stories that are relevant to my life in some ways. I don't enumerate things that happens to me everyday nor do i purposely rant about lame, stupid "teenage" cliches. My entries are from memory, past experiences, reviews (food, book, movie) and my opinions on current issues--and no, no politics whatsoever. Grammatically incorrect to a degree but nothing that can make you squirm (or so I hope not).

P.S. Put in mind that I'm a scrumptious-looking cupcake and you know you can never, EVER, resist me...so no hating or you'll never get to eat "us" again! lol

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an AA

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