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reading inspires


How tired i am of this unbearable distance between us
How i long for the toll of the recess bell
Have you forgotten me?
Grown mindless of me?
Tell me i am not writing into an abyss
Or that is what will become of my heart.

ellay duwasoh, richelle pactomin and allyson dim

LOL...had a really fun time tonight with LA and allison at amici's tomas morato where we went for dinner and then starbs afterwards.

story of the deliberately misspelled names was that in starbs, i had begun to write shakespeare's sonnet 114 from memory on a starbs brown recycled paper napkin. and then i signed it ellay duwasoh which caused a perverse lala to wrestle for the said table napkin from my grasp. the napkin ripped into two and she wrote down my name and number(!)on her won half. i protested, arguing that i didn't even write her real name and she retorted back on the same grounds. ng childhood a la michael jackson. =)

sat in my table at starbs and i watched while lala and allison read. and i tried to take a snapshot of the moment in my mind...remembering my thought just a few days ago of how everything just seems so ephemeral, so fleeting and unrecoverable. and i hated it to be that way. i love people. like celine in before sunset, i…