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» I am eighteen years old. This diary is for my SECRET posts which NOBODY is supposed to see. It's my obsolete diary which I update in times of ANGST and weirdness. So please. Give me my privacy. 0=)

»loves: BORACAY! :D too many to mention. Books. Vacation. frisbee? high grades! music, clothes, family (sometimes) high school balls, travel, biking, clean air, history, old buildings

»hates: assholes, waiting, being broke, being ugly, being stupid, being mean, mayabang people, low grades, KABABUYAN, people who are full of themselves, desperation

»feeling:
lala

»reads: romance :D

cris.
8:57 p.m. -- 2007-05-26

i thought i'd be destined to spend the rest of summer rather sad and bored. who would have thought i'd find him in a random class that i enlisted? ...a class wherein i thought i'd know no one. you were just another face during those first days.

this always happens to me. moments of intensity and heightened senses never last. they reach a peak and afterwards i am left with only memories as remnants.

and as i hold on to those ashes, i dwell on reminiscent joys and forget that they can never again be.

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