i hate mondays
bad trip kanina. i had a rift with my sis. i won't go into details but i was so pissed off to the point that i wanna pack my bags and leave the house. grrrrh! asar talaga.
posted by joyce @ 12:27 PM
r e l a t i v i t y
I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood. Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you. - Walt Whitman, Song of Myself
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