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swtsexythng
SWTSEXYTHNG n.
/any way u wanna read it/
an online identity taken from a '97 hit
syn. ME
"MY BRAIN IS BIGGER THAN MY BOOBS!"
aries. coffee addict. single mom.
digs~snickers.junk foods.
blue roses.lines from dawson's creek.clothes.shoes.bags.accessories.
matched with style.and attitude.
loves~music.dialogues from films.
sparks.rowling.books.travels.sketching.
learning to cook.both life and food.
hopeless romantic.emotional spendthrift.
meantime girl.drama queen.
a little bit of everything.
a nonconformist who believes in
happy endings.jaded.hopeful.
contradicting.
has a conflicting love affair with words.
and human entanglements.
ODEO
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TWO BEERS,THREE VODKAS AND HALF A BOTTLE OF CUERVO
Monday, September 5, 2005
Sunday, August 21, 2005
two beers,three vodkas and half a bottle of cuervo 
…after two bottles of beer, three of vodka and half a bottle of cuervo, i’m now aware of the amount of thought supposedly inside my head,quivering for release…gathered from this past week…that unexpectedly turned out to be one of the best weeks i’ve had after quite some time…
17 aug 2005
seeing you at the airport brought back memories of the very first time i’ve set to pick you up when you got back from a trip.oh gawd,how i’ve missed you.seems like spendin’ time with you ain’t enough to sap out the loneliness of missing you for several months or so.minute i got out of the office i wanna set off for the airport.then your flight got delayed and i was like *sigh*.i specifically asked the cab’s driver to pretty please hurry up ‘coz i wouldn’t wanna be late.then you called,announcing your arrival and i cursed traffic as much as modesty would allow.
seeing you there walking towards me was something, such a different moment, and try as i might i can’t put a word into it. maybe the good ol’ term ‘magic’ would do. that’s what i feel everytime i see you after several days or weeks or months of absence.
”oo, hanggang ngayon, pag nakikita kita, kinikilig pa rin ako…”
i can no longer point out which particular gesture excites me more; your hug, your smile, or the twinkle in your eyes, or was that in mine? the light conversations on the way back to manila, the catching up to each other’s days, the look, the sighs that match, the touch…everything’s suggestive of something special… it’s untouchable,it’s magic..
”kahit nga nung cnabihan ka nung girl sa store ng ’sir,only this?’ dahil npagkamalan kang korean…natawa ako pero ndi nwala ung magic…walang cnabi si david blaine!”
the hours that followed can be encapsulated in one word…bliss.i’ll try to point out figments from my memory, the motions, the groans and the moans, the tickling, the whispering, the massage and the kissing, i can no longer point out which of those made me laugh or smile or sigh the most… but everything’s suggestive of something magical…it’s impenetrable, it’s special…
hours spent watchin’ the band were time well-spent,though i’ve to admit at some point i wanted to ask you to go,’coz u looked wasted.alas,u’re face lighted up and all worries went out of the window.good thing we finished the show and we’re able to catch that song of charlie wilson.
saying i had a good time watchin’ ‘em is an understatement.actually, sayin’ i enjoy every minute of being with you is an understatement as well.
it’s something different.
it’s musical and poetic in one.
it’s blissful and scary at the same time.
it strengthens me in the very same way with which it drives me weak.
it’s untouchable, it’s impenetrable, it’s intangible, it’s magic…
and don’t worry…for i know MAGIC is NOT REAL…
18 aug 2005
Must Love Dogs…must love…
it’s one of those few instances that i’m on time.however, one would be fooling himself if he’d believe i was on time just ‘coz i’m a tad too excited in seeing the film.admittedly i am, but i’m more giddy of seeing him again.
nowadays, being with him feels like coming home to a place one has known before.it’s a place one has already explored and experienced, always beckoning for one’s return, always waiting for one to be home again. being with him is being safe and protected.being with him is a different kind of high. being with him is being at peace, wordless, effortless, regardless.
being with him feels like coming home to where i’ve been.it reacquaints me with the fears from which i’ve hidden my tears.it reintroduces the demons i’ve fought so hard against.being with him reminds me that everyday, i’ve to match every ounce of trust with a pound of strength.
being with him i’ve learned that tomorrow i can never be sure if someone would be there for me, so i gotta be there for myself. being with him taught me that i have to relish and cherish each and every minute of the present time,for one would never know what the future holds, moreover , when it will come.
being with him is similar to having a very warm blanket around one’s body, sipping hot chocolate on a cold rainy day.and just like other rainy days, one would never know when one would be caught in a downpour, without anything to warm her but the memories of those blissful days.
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…MUST LOVE DOGS WAS NOT ONLY A MOVIE ABOUT A WOMAN STRUGGLING TO FIND SOMEONE TO LOVE WHO WOULD RECIPROCATE THE EMOTIONS AND EVENTUALLY REPLACE THE VACUUM THAT’S BEEN HER LIFE SINCE HER DIVORCE…IT’S ALSO ABOUT STRUGGLING TO FIND ONE’S LOVE FOR ONE’S SELF…FOR INDEED, ONE CANNOT GIVE WHAT ONE DOESN’T HAVE…BUT THEN AGAIN, EVEN IN LOVING OURSELVES, THE WAYS VARY, THE INTENSITY DIFFERS AND ONE’S LOVE AFFAIR WITH ONE’S SELF, LIKE MOST LOVE AFFAIRS, WOULD NOT NECESSARILY LAST FOREVER…
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last weekend (20&21st,aug 2005)
reg, i was crying when you called ‘coz i’ve missed you sooo much.been tryin to contact you for weeks but i know you can’t be reached when you don’t wanna be reached. i’ve been longing for your company sis, have sooo many things to tell you, to ask you.so many things have happened, and i just know i’d be at peace when i can tell you all of those things, it’s not only in the way you listen but with you i know that i won’t be judged nor would i be chastised.regardless of my occassional insanity, you’ve got a way of understanding me.and we’ve got a way of enjoying each other’s company doing nothing but talking…and talking… and talking.all of those things i’ve missed, BIG time!i’m glad you’re back.
”kaw naman, aalis ka na nga, nawawala ka pa. sis, jan ka lang ha.love you sis!mwah!”
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…IT MIGHT BE TOO EARLY TO TELL, BUT SKELETON KEY IS A FILM THAT FALLS ALONG THE CATEGORY OF “THE OTHERS” AND “THE SIXTH SENSE”. IT’S GOT THE SAME SUBSTANCE THAT MAKES HAIR ON THE BACK OF ONE’S NECK STANDS. THERE’RE PARTS OF THE MOVIE THAT WOULD MAKE A ONE BELIEVE HE’S GOT IT ALL FIGURED OUT THINKING THE FILM IS PREDICTABLE AND ALL.AND JUST WHEN ONE THOUGHT THIS FILM, LIKE ANY OTHER FILMS WOULD RESURRECT AND HAVE ITS PROTAGONIST SUCCEED IN THE END, ONE’S GOTTA THINK AGAIN.THIS IS ONE FILM ONE CANNOT APPRECIATE FULLY ‘TIL ONE HAS SEEN ITS END…
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chard,there’re no plans of meeting, but when you asked me to watch the skeleton keys i remember my heart leaping.you have those days when you just feel like calling and going around in circles talking when in fact we can talk when we meet up.you have those days when you’re just the sweetest being alive, and you keep this smile pasted on my face and there is nowhere to hide. you have those days when your hug gives the nicest feeling in the entire man-kingdom. you have those days when your kiss in the forehead feels like the most romantic thing i’ve ever known.you have those days of picking up the must see films and you have those days of makin everything else fade but us.
you have those days when being with you feels like home…
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“Feels Like Home”
chantal kreviazuk
OST:Dawson’s Creek
Somethin’ in your eyes, makes me wanna lose myself
Makes me wanna lose myself, in your arms
There’s somethin’ in your voice, makes my heart beat fast
Hope this feeling lasts, the rest of my life
If you knew how lonely my life has been
And how long I’ve been so alone
And if you knew how I wanted someone to come along
And change my life the way you’ve done
It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I’m all the way back where I come from
It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I’m all the way back where I belong
A window breaks, down a long, dark street
And a siren wails in the night
But I’m alright, ’cause I have you here with me
And I can almost see, through the dark there is light
Well, if you knew how much this moment means to me
And how long I’ve waited for your touch
And if you knew how happy you are making me
I never thought that I’d love anyone so much
It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I’m all the way the back where I come from
It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I’m all the way back where I belong
It feels like I’m all the way back where I belong
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