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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forex:

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

text messaging:

blog hop!

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:

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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Fiction #5: Heartbreak

August 28, 2007

It ended like it almost always does. There was a boy, and there was a girl, and though they loved each other well, they both knew they were going nowhere. So, they said goodbye. He made her cry. She swore to pretend he never happened.

There are moments during the day, however, when she’d stop and remember the strength of his fingers, the lightness of his smiles, the tightness of his jawbone while he tries to rein in his anger, and then she’d sigh. She knows just what it is she feels at the moment, she knows it intimately and only too well. It is sorrow trying to forget its own name.

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