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Don Pedro... Prince of Aragorn... a character in the Shakespearean Play "Much Ado About Nothing"

i have played his role and now i have been called as such

my real identity however is a girl who has been putting up with the joyful heat of summer and the cruel snowstorms of my life

this blog is an outlet of all my emotions... all my thoughts...

i do not need you to understand me

or anything that is written here

i do not require you to visit this page everyday or to check the latest news about me

i do not and will not force you to comment on my notes

and i dont give a damn if anyone would be offended

this is MY blog

you are just but peeking through which is obviously, i am allowing and ironically appreciate

my name?

call whatever you want to call me

may it be Bitch, or the Detestable Girl, or soi-disant innominate

Note: the names here have been altered for confidentiality reasons

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yeah... i bet you've seen this picture more than once... and yeah.. this is what i have been wanting... sure, those are my fingers laced with some man's... sadly, it is just a picture...

i have had this set since i was seven... ah.. my childhood... i could now hear all of my laughter echoing through in this gloomy foyer...

i am not alone... i know that.. i can see that... but i am lonely..

uninspired...well, most of the time, i am...

there are times when my body drops, and everything seems to have stopped...my eyes half-closed, heart pounding like a drum solo of Mitch Mitchell, i would just check if i am still breathing...

wouldn't you like to bare it all...yes, i am daring you to....

dancing sets my soul on fire... makes me who i want to be and never care if anyone is watching... wish i could do the same when i am living my life

i am just a lost soul hiding in the dark... waiting to be found and understood... what if you knew who i was? would you be surprised? would you hate me? but then again, for the meantime, i would just keep myself from the light until all of you are ready... because i am...

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Wednesday, May 31, 2006

End of Summer

"To love is to suffer.
To avoid suffering one must not love.
But then one suffers from not loving.
Therefore, to love is to suffer.
Not to love is to suffer.
To suffer is to suffer.
To be happy is to love.
To be happy, then, is to suffer.
But suffering makes one unhappy.
Therefore, to be unhappy one must love,
Or love to suffer,
Or suffer from too much happiness.
I hope you're getting this down."

- Woody Allen

and she bursts into tears�

she made the scorching summer sun powerless with her tears raining from her eyes

summer was flooded with all her sorrow�

she has never felt so broken� so crushed�

"�and my back has been breaking from this heavy heart"

- Fall Out Boy

she screams�

she calls out his name�

"How long do I have to wait?
How long do I have to cry?
How long do I have to keep fooling myself?
How long do I have to hurt?

�can you even hear me?"

not a day� not even a second

that she would not think about him�

it was as if pining over him was as good as having him�

remembering every single moment they shared�

even if it hurts more than facing the day knowing he is no longer hers�

ironic isn't it�

and she pulls her hair back�

it was a hot day

yet another gloomy weather,

being witnessed by the four walls of the foyer�

it was a heartbreaking scene as the rainbow-colored sheets turned black and white�

every smile by all the teddy bears faded�

"I can't take it anymore�
I don't want to cry anymore�
I don't want to remember�
I don't want to feel�

�make me forget"

"�say you'll never fall again, you won't subject yourself to such pain�"

- Brian McKnight

she tried to run away� to hide from everyone who had something to do with her life�

then�

a push to let go� give up�

"� I love you so much it hurts,
I love you so much that I'm giving up� not because I want to� but because I know this is what you wanted."

BUT

knowing this girl, she fights for what she wants�

a risk taker�

no matter how stupid she would look�

no matter how more crushed her heart will be

because she would always remember what he told her�

"the biggest risk in life is not taking one�"

he might not have took a chance on her� but she will for him�

"�you can never run away� because if you run, it will just keep on haunting you� feel it until it doesn't hurt anymore� feel it till its still there�"

sadomasochism? Could be� but there isn't a better way out, I guess�

"�if it doesn't hurt, it's not real"

- City of Angels

she still loves him�

more than before..

she misses him more�

she couldn't wait till the day they would meet again�

but� impatience is what took everything away from her�

impatience.. impulsiveness� the whole "spur-of-the-moment-all-or-nothing"

"For one year� I will wait for you� I hope that within that time, one day, we'd be drawn to each other's heartbeat�"

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I have so many things in mind...

It is a shame that I have spent summer swimming for my life in my sea of thoughts

my heart sinking in tears

so many feelings in one heart that I don't know if I could take it much longer�

a long time to wait� but I know I shouldn't let my whole world revolve to one person I am not even sure would come back to me�

I am happy that school will start soon� I need some distraction�

to give myself a break� crying is very tiring� *smirks*

so many things I want to write.. but I don't think words could be enough to explain everything I've been going through�

these few lines would sum it all up I guess�

"Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that will make it okay
There's always some reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh, beautiful release
Memory seeps through my veins
Let me be empty
Oh and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight�"

-Sarah McLachlan

�end of session

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