I took time to look for Postal Service videos. I found this. Ne-depress ako. HAHA.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
I Am Drizzle, You Are Hurricane
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"Just like that. From a hundred miles an hour to asleep in a nanosecond. I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane."
- Looking for Alaska, John Green
To read. Thanks, Gi.
Monday, August 10, 2009
OVER
think think
analyze analyze
act act
react react
whelm whelm
react react
act act
analyze analyze
think think
expect
Thursday, August 06, 2009
Under Cold Water
Do you start to love
Do you get distracted
Do you stop carrying on
Do you continue expecting
When everything is a blur
When lines lose their points
Do you break
d
o
w
n
?
I shouldn't. I must not.
Do you get distracted
Do you stop carrying on
Do you continue expecting
When everything is a blur
When lines lose their points
Do you break
d
o
w
n
?
I shouldn't. I must not.
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Read of the Love that I Love
There's this urgency to write. But to write what and how I feel just seems too hard right now. I guess I'm too overwhelmed that I can't grasp the words to express myself. But to put it simply...
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Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
A thousand times over.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
A thousand times over.
18 years. O-bla-di, o-bla-da life goes on!
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