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fodder

the pebbles you've arranged,
in the sand they're strange.
they speak to me like constellations,
as we lie here.

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    • Saturday, November 04, 2006

    On L.O.V.E

    No, no I'm not in love with anyone. (hur. Not yet.) But I've been kinda engulfed by the whole idea of love lately. Swamped, in fact.

    First, there was the viewing of 'Be With Me' on Thursday. Watching it for the second time evoked so many new emotions.

    Then, Yun's tarot cards reading. OMG. Never say never, okay, everyone. Maintain this aura!

    And I've just finished watching 'Wicker Park' on my MacBook. So my neck and shoulders are a litle stiffened up now and I'm convinced love drives us to do a lot of things. ALL of us. I can't really put my finger to this feeling because I am too inarticulate, though. It's just that I can SUDDENLY understand why love is used as a recurrent theme in songs, music movies and plays.

    Whatever.


    I am not what I am.

    I would you were as I would have you be.

    Would it be better, Madam, than I am?

    I wish it might, for now I am your fool.


    Strange, it's not even Valentine's!

    15:07

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