tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59843202011-04-21T21:16:50.141-07:00my skunk storiesFor every journey though,
remember to bring enough socks
to keep your feet clean
while keeping them
firmly on the ground.
Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12109985230983840503noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984320.post-1075384469504104292004-01-29T05:52:00.000-08:002004-01-29T05:56:40.950-08:00yeahWednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12109985230983840503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984320.post-1075384178376405672004-01-29T05:41:00.000-08:002004-01-29T05:51:49.873-08:00today is thursday and I am Wednesday.
and it has been 58 years and a half...that i haven't visited my bloggy blog....haven't written anything
i don't know why...maybe because i am stuck with my curly curly hair, thinking that i am a gemini or maybe having this split personality symptom again.
on the other hand, my friend Laurent has a similar feeling like mine.
please feel free to read his Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12109985230983840503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984320.post-1071055299027224652003-12-10T03:20:00.000-08:002004-11-21T18:18:41.566-08:00THANKS TO more_pleeshor and mom's closet
i am: wednesday Adams
i want: men as for today
i have: many pimples
i wish: i could go to Madagascar to relax, enjoy and have fun (including sex)
i hate: dishonest mammals
i miss: hanging out with my friends
i fear: greedy people
i hear: my stomach murmuring (gutom!!!!)
i search: for men again
i wonder: where, I wonder how, yesterday was a blue blue sky
Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12109985230983840503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984320.post-1070452743982192972003-12-03T03:49:00.000-08:002003-12-03T03:59:13.853-08:00What's Your Porn Star Name?
To get your porn name, you need to combine your very first pet's name (first name) and the street you grew up in (last name). For example, this is mine:
Pupay Cervantes he..he.he.. (what do you think?)
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In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do, Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12109985230983840503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984320.post-1067586174305484242003-10-30T23:41:00.000-08:002003-10-30T23:42:56.000-08:00A friend of mine insisted to post me this.
I think you should read.
Why I Won’t Have Sex With You
by Lilledeshan Bose
If you really want to know, it’s because my thighs are too big. They slump across the bed, too heavy to move apart, but slightly, at the knees. Waves of cellulite lolling across seas and seas of undesired flesh. Mapped out by white webs of stretch marks, this wide expanse Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12109985230983840503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984320.post-1067320887437113562003-10-27T22:00:00.000-08:002003-10-27T22:01:28.706-08:00Paging/ Achtung: MR. JUSTIN AYER---how are you men? How's your trip in Vietnam? I terribly miss you!Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12109985230983840503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984320.post-1067083716158711422003-10-25T05:07:00.000-07:002003-10-25T05:08:36.633-07:00Alas, the rain stopped pouring in Dumaguete City. Yesterday, I was thinking of calling the attention of all animals in Dumaguete, thinking to rebuild Noah’s Ark again. But I need to pay carpenters.
The weather is making me sick and lazy. Outdoor activities are definitely cancelled and my eyes are wide open for the fact that I have been drinking a lot of coffee.
I’ve got no escape in terms of Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12109985230983840503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984320.post-1066997987747414482003-10-24T05:16:00.000-07:002003-10-24T05:19:47.810-07:00These are the facts why I am beginning to share my stories and express myself.
1) to sharpen my writing skills if ever I have one
2) I tolerate loneliness very poorly
3) Somebody claimed that I have a “passive personality disorder” and I want to prove him wrong
4) Without the benefit of hindsight, I want to grow ….with all your help and love. (naks)
5) And of course I want to be healthy again.
Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12109985230983840503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984320.post-1066987975810983462003-10-24T02:28:00.000-07:002003-10-24T02:32:55.796-07:00alright this is my first story.......(thank you KKK and Ian) i am now involve in this electronic slum book, diary, whatever you call it....
while i was applying....i am playing this song from Rod Stewart.
yawah......this is what i am feeling right now.....
no words to say, no words to convey....I AM IN DEEP SHIT.
MY HEART CAN’T TELL YOU NO
I don’t want you to come round here no more
I beg you Wednesdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12109985230983840503noreply@blogger.com