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Monday, July 27, 2009 @8:39 PM

Damn blogger

It's only because of my overwhelming feelings pushing me to type this post, nevertheless blogger should do well to watch out.

I know I can't afford to mismanage my time.
I know I have to study plants.
Somehow, I also know what the term "despicable" means.

Waiting until someone is on leave before informing her to literally pack her bags is indeed downright decent.
How many people go to work looking forward to the simple pleasure of the job they enjoy, yet not knowing it's their last day?
I certainly worry for your sense of hearing.
Please allow your ears to spend more time under the running water tap.
At least put some effort into inventing plausible reasons that can cover your blatant deceits and desperate excuses.
She connects with many people on different levels
Simply take a look at her legion of supporters
Threatened by her growing popularity?

I thought every single person was part of the family
Does the family not feel the loss?
Are they restricted from expressing how they feel
Or totally ignorant because it's not them?

Because I certainly feel the loss, the sense of emptiness. When something as significant as this gradually becomes a fixture in my life, I can't imagine it being taken away. Reality is not harsh, just unreasonable.

Something is missing, and will be missing forever. Not only have you lost her, you have lost a certain trust of many people. Yes, you have ironically allowed us to slip away when you wanted us nearer, don't you understand?

It will never be the same again. I always looked forward to the start of a new day because it felt like an out of the world experience, just you keeping me company. The phrase "forgetting all my troubles" fit perfectly during those three hours. Time would arrive at a standstill, only then could I truly feel at ease. Saying "you will be missed" is an understatement. Behind your bubbly voice lies your cheerful disposition, your strong personality clear as day. That one call embarrassed the shit out of me, but I will more likely bring the memory to my grave than not remember it. Thank you and good luck, sincerely from the bottom of my heart.

♥ you and i both loved

Friday, July 24, 2009 @12:33 AM

The time of a new age goes around the loop
The love burns silently, occasionally flaming, but most of all
It stays strong, persistent and never fading
The way you would save her
The sacrifice you would make to be the wall
Between her and everything else
You would know, wouldn't you?
Turning around the world, always here, but never there
The understanding you would share
The time of an old age repeats its journey down the waterfall

We seem far apart, far far away from the throes of physical comfort
But the presence of this delicate string binds us
Drawing our thoughts, emotions and our hearts close
You look at me, and you look away, but in that one moment
The look told me everything I needed, desired but feared to know
Pain, longing, despair, hope, and a glimmer of which
I knew this would not be over
When would the pain ebb away?
When would I wake up every morning but not feel the emptiness within me and beside me?
When would the world, only, revolve around the two of us once more?
No one comprehends this unbreakable connection
I for one am not sure what, this, is as well
What you and I know is that when this started, there would never be an end
Depth into eternity, please
Every step away brings me closer towards you
One glance, one touch, one breath, one pure smile
What we have is not a trivial, insignificant concept of love
We are afraid
But not with your flawless face etched in my mind
This bond, a shimmering of lights, encapsulates us
Stay still, and never move

♥ you and i both loved

Wednesday, July 8, 2009 @10:12 PM

Paris, wearing a black dress with white trim, turned a small patent-leather purse over in her hands as other family members spoke. And then a dramatic hush fell over the crowd as family members whispered that the little girl, whose lifetime of public exposure amounted to a small handful of paparazzi photographs, Paris-Michael wanted to say something.

She furtively emerged from the tight circle of family members, who rushed to lower the microphone to her level. And with her uncle Randy on one side and aunt Janet on the other, Jackson's little girl stood center stage.

'I just wanted to say,' Paris began weakly.

'Speak up, sweetheart, speak up,' Janet encouraged, sweeping the girl's long hair back. 'And get close.' Paris put one hand behind her neck, another on the microphone, and began again.

'Ever since I was born, Daddy has been the best father you could ever imagine,' she said, her tiny voice cracking.

Rebbie and Marlon Jackson moved in closer to comfort their niece.

She shut her eyes tight.

Then she wrapped her hands - little fingernails painted red - around the microphone and fought back tears as she continued: 'And I just wanted to say I love him - so much.' She collapsed in tears into her aunt's arms.

'It's okay, baby. It's okay,' Janet Jackson said as she held Paris close. Prince joined in on the hug.

And all at once, Jackson wasn't the larger-than-life King of Pop, or Wacko Jacko the tabloid freak. He was a doting father who had left three adoring young children behind.

He was 'Daddy.' -- AP

♥ you and i both loved