*She loves. And has a zest for it.
*She is 17+2 years in multiple reality
*She hits the 'books' in the land of isaw and ikot jeeps
*She is in attempt to be complaint-free
*She thinks she is a student social investigator
And she held me, with an almost absent touch. It bordered on real and fantasy. She whispers faintly, her words almost gone. I listen. They were already gone. I delay my retreat. As I wait for the touch to earn warmth. For the rhythm of her verse. I await her homecoming. And for a minute. Or forever. I owned her space. And maybe. She still owns me.
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Welcome back, or welcome to this newly-revived blog. So why did I bring this back to hyper life? We do not go into that. The aboveposted Greek as I'd like to call it, is of no significance whatsoever. So pay no mind. This blog will serve as *just like my previous blogs* the ultimate venue for me to stash my thoughts and cram it with every single issue I feel like talking about. If my very considerate schedule would allow, that is.
If you don't know me, and don't even want to go to my initials, go away. But if you're my friend, or if you're not, and you find me cool/admirable/amazing/cute then WELCOME! If you don't, let me show you the X button in the upper right corner of your screen. Haha joke lang. Mabuhay! I'll try to update this lil blog of mine more religiously. :)