Monday, November 19, 2007

It was incredibly sweet, romantic and totally cheesy - the perfect end to adolescence.

Words cannot do the magic any justice.





Thank you baby. And darling! And darling's darling. Lol. And all the other lovelies with their well-wishes, thank you.


AnRu reminisced at 6:54:00 PM.


Sunday, November 11, 2007

Sebas tells you, follow the facts.


It's all driving me quite mad indeed. I've been meaning to say something about this, but every time it's at the tip of my tongue, I wonder if I'm expecting too much; if I've been fooled by Disney into believing they could possibly be any other way.

Tell me, what do you do, when Cupid's got you in a chokehold?

Is it something I've done, something I'm doing wrong? Why does history repeat itself; why do they all turn out the same way?

If I were one given to spite, perhaps I'd be getting along just fine with life. But I haven't learned, it seems, to believe the world truly ugly, and get prickly with my defenses.

All these promises, I've heard them before.

If that's all they're about, I guess I'm better off being alone.


AnRu reminisced at 6:26:00 PM.


Sunday, November 04, 2007



Apparently it's too much to ask.
Just too damn much.





I don't even have the energy to be pissed off anymore.







I just...














































I give up.


AnRu reminisced at 7:26:00 PM.


Friday, November 02, 2007

But there's nothing new. I'm missing you.

The bus went by the hospital today, and my heart tore at the seams once more. I saw, in a distant memory, the playground suspended in mid-air between the womens' and children's wards. I saw the solemn gray wisps rising from the chimneys. I saw the nonchalance on the faces of the boatmen. I saw the questioning looks from the passers-by, directed upon this young girl carrying a mysterious box, anguish apparent in her face.

This anguish, it's a deep violet, it's a slow blue burn. It hurts. Surely, it aches. And times like these, I want to rip my heart out and patiently piece it back together so it won't pierce anymore.

But there's nothing new. I'm missing you.


AnRu reminisced at 11:22:00 PM.


what do you do, when the person who can stop your tears is the person who makes you cry?

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