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i am not a huggy person. i give hugs rarely. and only to the best people.
i love big dogs.
i can be a morning person, if need be. if not, i am very cranky.
i am not very fond of balloons. nor clowns.
i hate small talk.
i chew the tip of my straws if and when i use them.
i enjoy 'fake' strawberries.
i'm very good at licking ice cream, but bad at biting burgers.
i love my stapler.
you'll know it when i don't hear you when i smile a lot.
i am the most un-romantic person i know.
contrary to popular belief, i do cry easily.
i bite.

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Friday, July 21, 2006
Makes sense?

I was looking at some photos on my Friendster account and I remembered this poem I quickly made. I broke the lines up to serve as captions for the pictures I posted...

i'll fall, the brightest star
never to touch heaven's ceiling again
earth's bosom shall welcome me
to shed light to those with closed eyes
closed ears and closed heart
never again shall i see
the pantheon that once held me
but i shall deal with my misfortunes
and turn gloomy nights
into the gayest of days
until nothing will become of me
not remembered
not held close
not one will care
for good deeds will go unremembered
and evil ones carved in jade
it shall stay til earth crumbles
yet sense deserts me
and washes the glory away
be humble