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Wednesday, 17 October 2007
My tag: Pinakamasokista sa mga OC It was meant to be a joke. Wes came right before me and he wanted most sadista. I was next, hence he thought I should go for the exact opposite. Totally harmless, you would think. Scene no. 2: HVC sans Kix at Starbucks. Me and Wes talking about personal issues bothering us both at the moment. My breakthrough? Upon thoughtless deliberation (I went with my gut), bottom line is...I realized that I am indeed a masochist. Hello Tricia Dragon Lady. Scene no. 3: Songs playing during the long ride home described my EXACT sentiments at the time. Say What You Want, At the Beginning, Wild Horses, Free. P*takte. Scene no. 4: While writing on my journal, I thought, hey why not dare whoever/whatever's out there to flabbergast me? Turned on my speakers to full volume, shuffled my player, and listened to the first song. It was La Vie Boheme. The reprise. Lyrics please: To Dance!I know I'm rambling and you probably think I'm insane and don't make sense (some of you skeptics might even think I made it all up) but I got goosebumps when that song popped out of the speakers. I was writing (I thought in peace) and then the next thing I know, I'm hearing Mimi belt out 'Masochism!' as if to say (with an eyebrow raised to go with the smirk forming on her face), 'Hey you asked for it hon!' But in fairness, the moment I realized what it is I need to do NOW, Madonna's I'll Remember started playing--probably as a reminder of my kwang kwang days. Haha. And then I'm a believer. Waha I know. I'm crazy, right? :) This is a pointless entry...It only makes sense to the writer. Who is, at the moment, robbed of her senses. Hehehe Good night!
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