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      <title>don't let go</title>
      <link>http://fictionality.blogdrive.com/archive/68.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 14 Mar 2006 11:05:37 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Despite of all the things that might never work between us... I never want us to stop talking to each other. Why? Because it would break my heart to never see or talk to you again. Because it would make me cry. 
... and you once told me that you would never want to intentionally want to make me cry.</description>
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      <title>things do change</title>
      <link>http://fictionality.blogdrive.com/archive/67.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2006 05:32:45 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Sometimes I think it's my imagination that things are changing because the change to gradually... but they do change.
Before: when he missed me msg on msn:
Salut, chère demoiselle au sourire qui tue, je voulais juste te dire bonjour
et m'excuser de ne pas t'avoir répondu hier. J'étais entrain de regarder un
film et quand j'ai trouvé ton message, tu étais déjà partie
({)
Bye

 
after....
I call
I email
I write
... nothing.</description>
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      <title>cuz my life is for rent</title>
      <link>http://fictionality.blogdrive.com/archive/66.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 05 Jan 2006 11:39:41 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>what if you had many friends, but the most you would rank in importance to any of them is second (if you were lucky)?</description>
      <comments>http://fictionality.blogdrive.com/comments?id=66</comments>
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      <title>unexpected early departure</title>
      <link>http://fictionality.blogdrive.com/archive/65.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2006 04:20:40 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I checked to confirm my departure date back to singapore. It's the 3rd instead of the 4th. I feel an immense sense of loss. Although I am pretty much prepared to leave. It's just that I feel like that day that was taken from me would have allowed me to better wrap up lose ends. I don't know when I'll see these ppl again. Another good bye.
 
Goodbye America.
with so many things unsaid I leave</description>
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      <title>no expectations</title>
      <link>http://fictionality.blogdrive.com/archive/64.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 02 Jan 2006 09:14:25 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>no expectations now. Just learn to stop hoping for the imprabable. And see things for what they are. 
You'll see, this is me, being faithful in my own way.
I will live honourably in my own way. When the chance comes, I'll fight for what I want, and I'll get it. 
I've grown so much. Can't wait for the past to see me as I am now. I hope you are all proud of me. 
Take care.
I love you. I do. if we captured those 8 months and framed them... I'd love you forever. I smile because I will be brave, I won't be afraid of all this falling apart, because I know that feelings might fade, which is out... (more)</description>
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      <title>changes</title>
      <link>http://fictionality.blogdrive.com/archive/63.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 23 Dec 2005 01:10:06 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>this is an entry that I wrote on the first day of school in Gr. 12, still as a highschool student. It's interesting to look at how my life has changed and how my perspective on life has also changed.
 
Sept 3, 2002
Today is the first &quot;day&quot; of school. My schedule for this semester consists of mainly grade 11 courses. I need to change my schedule soon. I have Mr. Nickel for block A english 12. He seems really nice. I remember that I had him for music in grade 8 for a couple of days, then I dropped that course for art. For block B I have Mrs. Danechek? She wasn't here for the begining of the... (more)</description>
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      <title>mary's in india- dido</title>
      <link>http://fictionality.blogdrive.com/archive/62.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2005 01:14:59 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Danny is lonely 
Mary's in India now 
She said she'd call but that was three weeks ago 
She left all her things well, her books and her letters from him 
But as the sun rises on Mary sets on him 
And just dance, and just drink 
And just see the things I probably never get the chance to see 
Danny's not eating, he's drinking and sleeping 
I saw him last night at party, he's definitely thin 
He says he's happy, look pretty good 
But I think 
That as the sun rises on Mary sets on him 
And just dance, and just drink 
And just see the things I probably never get the chance to say 
Danny came over... (more)</description>
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      <title>beautiful day</title>
      <link>http://fictionality.blogdrive.com/archive/61.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 24 Nov 2005 05:37:47 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>It's a gorgeous day outside. It's bright and sunny with whisps of white clouds on a crystal blue sky. I don't remember the last time it was this beautiful... or rather I don't remember when the last time I really took notice of weather like this.



I've got is figured out. :) Habibibibibi, we'll be okay. I have my last final exam tomorrow. After that we will have our long over due talk :) I am looking forward to it like it's the best holiday of the year :D:D Talk to you Friday night or saturday morning your time! </description>
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      <title>the scientist.</title>
      <link>http://fictionality.blogdrive.com/archive/60.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 20 Nov 2005 15:26:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Come up to meet you, Tell you I’m sorry, You don’t know how lovely you are 


I had to find you, Tell you I need you, Tell you I set you apart 


Tell me your secrets, And ask me your questions, Aww let’s go back to the start 


Runnin’ in circles, [sounds like] Comin’ our tails, Heads on the science apart 


Nobody said it was easy 

It’s such a shame for us to part 

Nobody said it was easy 

No one ever said it would be this hard 

Aww take me back to the start 


I was just guessin’, At numbers and figures, Pullin’ the puzzles apart 


Questions of science, Science and progress,... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://fictionality.blogdrive.com/comments?id=60</comments>
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      <title>do you like the way my hair smells? [Reflections]</title>
      <link>http://fictionality.blogdrive.com/archive/59.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 20 Nov 2005 15:15:15 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>it's been three weeks. I was so sure that this wkend he would contact me. As the weekend comes to an end and still no sigh... he is done with all his exams. I don't know what to think. I don't want to think. 


I know I am stubborn, and in a large part this is my fault. But I want to be the person that makes it worth it for him to still love me if it's my fault. I want to be someone who is worth it for him to phone me back after I have hung up. his promise... before I left I hope he remembers.


I know I should be the one to resolve this... but I just want to see whether I am worth the... (more)</description>
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