And slightly sad, half-mad nevergirl is


… just a 25-year-old who still wishes it would rain chocolates one day. No matter how many stilettos she learns to walk in and never mind that she breathes work and smells of stale potential, she’d always be half in love with peter pan and that secret, secret place not-so-little girls go to when they do not want to grow up or compromise their dreams.

    

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go ahead nev girl

swerver:

back here… oh, catching up on many new [superlative here] entries

ron:

can i join this forum?i notice daghan tga sugbo dinhi..me too

Fat A:

Weee! Been a long time since I’ve had a dose of Chinook

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niki:

was here, had fun =)

pau:

? the fs?

pau:

happy birthday

insoy:

hahay… kadugay.

nevergirl:

**to look forward to, drats.

nevergirl:

Salamat, salamat. Twenty-six is someplace scary, but you guys make it seem like something to forward to.

tinay:

weeeeeeee! libre beh :D happy burtdi chinay <3 pls write an erotic essay para nako. haha :P

Siroy:

Happy Birthday, Chin! Hope you got my text today. Anyway, have a blast. Know you are thought about. And loved. :)

tinay:

chinay, congrats sa bulinggit!!!! dayun ang tour? :) ssshhh oo, nagresign ko ;) farewell corporate layp.

pau:

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rain:

pa link ko balik maam. pramis d nko mag-usab ug link, hahah :P

tinay:

oi chinay! bueng. ;) adto mo ni faffy mo sa guimaras. when you mentioned about landmark, i remembered this statue sa iloilo na puno ug moss! hahaha.

nevergirl:

Hi tez, welcome!

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Hello, Friday.

March 30, 2007

I'm on my second can of delicious guilt-free coffee. Yes, that's what it says so on the label, and now that I'm 24 and my waistline isn't getting any smaller, I think there are worse vices in the world than getting drunk on caffeine. I hunker before my monitor and try shaking my brain into worker ant mode. But the objects on my desk prove too distracting, and instead of churning out sentences as I've been told to do, I end up admiring the fragile, white-crepe Japanese lamp sitting on my table. It really is pretty, this lamp. And it really is cluttered, my desk.

Speaking of clutter, I am going to spend my time littering the world with reminders that at one point, I, too, had been among the mass of humanity who led "lives of quiet desperation." I'm going to leave cluttered proof of my existence everywhere so that when I die, people are going to break into wild, abandoned weeping every time they think of me, perhaps because they miss me or because they are just so relieved I have left God's beautiful Earth.

Ah yes, hello, Friday.

 

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