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                <title>happy belated birthday</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 08 Jun 2007 09:52:00 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ hope you're doing good.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>lips of an angel..</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 31 Aug 2006 12:14:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Honey why are you calling me so late<br />
It's kinda hard to talk right now<br />
Honey why are you crying is everything okay<br />
I gotta whisper cause I can't be too loud<br />
Well, my girl's in the next room<br />
Sometimes I wish she was you<br />
I guess we never really moved on<br />
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name<br />
It sounds so sweet<br />
Coming from the lips of an angel<br />
Hearing those words it makes me weak<br />
And I never wanna say goodbye<br />
But girl you make it hard to be faithful<br />
With the lips of an angel<br />
<br />
It's funny that you're calling me tonight<br />
And yes I've dreamt of you too<br />
And does he know you're talking to me<br />
Will it start a fight<br />
No I don't think she has a clue<br />
Well my girl's in the next room<br />
Sometimes I wish she was you<br />
I guess we never really moved on<br />
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name<br />
It sounds so sweet<br />
Coming from the lips of an angel<br />
Hearing those words it makes me weak<br />
And I never wanna say goodbye<br />
But girl you make it hard to be faithful<br />
With the lips of an angel<br />
<br />
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name<br />
It sounds so sweet<br />
Coming from the lips of an angel<br />
Hearing those words it makes me weak<br />
And I never wanna say goodbye<br />
But girl you make it hard to be faithful<br />
With the lips of an angel<br />
(And I never wanna say goodbye)<br />
But girl you make it hard to be faithful<br />
With the lips of an angel<br />
Honey why are you calling me so late ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>waking up beside you</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 12 Aug 2006 21:22:58 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I've been so alone for so long <br />
Forgotten by the world <br />
Forgotten to myself <br />
Your effervescent eyes have awakened me <br />
And brushed the dust away <br />
But I knew you'd never stay <br />
<br />
So I memorized the color of your eyes as I lost myself inside you <br />
And I memorized the way our legs entwined as I drifted off beside you <br />
<br />
I miss <br />
God I miss <br />
Waking up beside you <br />
<br />
At night I cling to you, I'm so afraid <br />
Afraid the day will come <br />
And I'll wake and find you gone <br />
But you promised that you'd not abandon me <br />
And kissed my fears away <br />
But I woke up to that day <br />
<br />
But I had memorized the way our eyes <br />
would meet reflected in the bathroom mirror <br />
And I memorized your naked silhouette as you slowly brushed your hair <br />
I miss <br />
God I miss <br />
Waking up beside you <br />
<br />
I've been so alone for so long <br />
I forgot how much it hurts <br />
To wake up so alone <br />
<br />
But I memorized how warm your body felt <br />
as you lay half asleep beside me <br />
And I memorized the way the sunlight <br />
filled the room and played upon your body <br />
<br />
I miss <br />
God I miss <br />
Waking up beside you <br />
I miss <br />
God I miss <br />
Waking up beside you<br /><br /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>1 year</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 08 Aug 2006 08:28:25 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ a year had past.<br /><br /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>own my own place</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 11 Jul 2006 14:13:16 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ so i've started the process of finding an apartment, gathering information for mortgage etc. my parents were really supportive about it; my dad is willing to lend me the down payment and i'll be able to pay him off along with the mortgage.<br />
<br />
i'm sure you know how difficult it'd be; you've done it, and you're still handling it. <br />
<br />
Last Sunday i went to see this first place by myself in the morning. i didn't really want anyone to come with me, even though i know i'll probably be really irrational about the house. it wasn't a new place since i only have so much budget, but when i first got in the door, saw the nice morning sunlight splashed all over the living on the hardwood floor, i was thrilled. i remembered the time i went to see houses with you i was like that too. i'd like every single place. if i could i'd just told him that i want the place. but i know i can't since i don't know anything about condos and you've hearing all those horror stories of leaking apartment and nasty problems they have.<br />
<br />
so i was trying to be cool, ask whole bunch of questions that my friends and realter had been reminding me of. but i know in my head every nerve is buzzing "i want the place i want the place i want the place!!!" it's not as big as your apartment; it's about 750 sqft, one bedroom. but compare to those new condos which is only 500 sqft, it is much bigger and comfortable. it has a big bedroom and equipped kitchen, nice size balcony where i can place a bistro set there. i'd imagined all these things in that short 10 minutes visiting. <br />
<br />
i didn't go for that one after all though. people had been telling me it's a leaking condo since they're going to fix the balcony for every unit soon, and that means i'll have to spend a lot more money after i move in. the market is cooling down so there is no hurry to get a place now. make sure my new job is completely secured and i can afford the mortgage for the next 25 years. lots of reasons seem to slow down this process. but i've had my mind made up though. i'm still checking the real estate site everyday, and ask one of my mom's realter friend to look for me. <br />
<br />
the other day i was watching tv and they're showing these incredible places in russian and it made me think that once i get a place, i won't be able to travel anywhere i want for a while since most of my money will go towards it. i wanted to do so many things at the same time, such as my new job, i've seen whole bunch of different technologies in the printing field and i'd wishing i could handle everything, know what i'm doing right away. But i've only started a month so far and i'm just a little junior graphics designer. sometimes i just feel there is so little time for everything.<br />
<br />
<br />
sigh, i've talked too much during this lunch break. i hope you're getting better. you have to have to take better care of yourself so you won't get it again... the other night my stomach was going crazy and i couldn't sleep the whole night. i don't know how can you handle that if it happens often. <br />
<br />
anyway, i'm going to keep looking, and hoping i'll find my place soon. <br />
<br />
going back to work. take care.<br /><br /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>hello</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 30 Jun 2006 16:00:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ want to know if you've been taking your medication and following what the doctor had told you.<br />
want to know if you're getting better<br />
i've been doing well for the new job... at least i think i am. <br />
i'm also thinking about getting my own place... since i'm finally paying off all my debt, i'd really liked to get a place, even it's going to be reall really tiny, but i'll really like to buy a place for myself. well, i'm going to, but it's also a long way to go before i saved enough for the down payment. but this is my goal right now <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>through the glass</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 26 Jun 2006 09:41:08 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm looking at you through the glass...<br />
Don't know how much time has passed<br />
Oh god it feels like forever<br />
But no one ever tells you that forever<br />
Feels like home sitting all alone inside your head<br />
<br />
How do you feel? That is the question<br />
But I forget.. you don't expect and easy answer<br />
When something like a soul becomes<br />
Initialized and folded up like paper dolls and little notes<br />
You can't expect to bitter folks<br />
And while your outside looking in<br />
Describing what you see<br />
Remember what your staring at is me<br />
<br />
How much is real? So much to question<br />
And never dare make up the mannequins<br />
Contaminating everything<br />
When thought came from the heart<br />
It never did right from the start<br />
Just listen to the noises<br />
Before you tell yourself<br />
It's just a different scene<br />
Remember its just different from what you've seen<br /><br /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>places</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 19 Jun 2006 16:20:09 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ a place i went the other day almost broke me down as it reminded me of you. I wished that I could just sit down and stare and cry.<br /><br /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>thank you bear</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 09 Jun 2006 14:21:14 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ sorry seems to be the word i said to you the most often these days. i'm glad this time i get to say thank you. thank you bear, for everything you've said to me<br /><br /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>i'm sorry</title>
                <link>http://laily.deviantart.com/journal/9008491/</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 08 Jun 2006 12:00:21 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i'm sorry for everything i did that hurts you<br />
i know there is no way i can make it up and certainly change for the better<br />
i just.. i'm sorry. i'm always afraid of you will hate me but i guess that's what i really deserve.<br /><br /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>i'm sorry</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 08 Jun 2006 12:00:16 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i'm sorry for everything i did that hurts you<br />
i know there is no way i can make it up and certainly change for the better<br />
i just.. i'm sorry. i'm always afraid of you will hate me but i guess that's what i really deserve.<br /><br /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>Happy Birthday</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 07 Jun 2006 06:46:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/g/gummybear.gif" width="15" height="20" alt=":gummybear:" title="Gummybear" /><br /><br />Happy Birthday..<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>thank you</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 11 May 2006 12:02:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ bear i'm so happy to get your msg yesterday. I got online and I saw you're on too. I always thought you probably blocked me or hiding offline. I didn't know if I should talk to you; i thought if you see me online maybe you'll get offline really quick then that means you don't really want to talk to me. anyway, i'm glad we talked and thank you for listening to me complaining about my job. i'm also so happy to see you seem to remind me of someone i know back to school... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
<br />
i will have fun in montreal. i don't know if you'll want to see the pictures i'm going to take there. let me know <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>screw this</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 10 May 2006 15:07:33 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i know it sounds whinny. i hate whinny. but i hate my job, so very much right now. how am i supposed to work for someone i have absolutely no respect of? i fucking hate it. sorry of my language but i fucking hate my job and i can't wait to get out of it. ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>midnight</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2006 10:40:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i always think about you when im in bed<br />
<br />
i remember you were never able to sleep<br />
<br />
sometimes you'd go downstairs and watch TV... i did that last night<br />
<br />
it felt so lonely. i never realize it was so lonely for you to be the only one awake in the house<br />
<br />
i went back to bed after an hour and half TV time and stayed up for another hour. never really feel i was deep sleep.<br />
<br />
i cry for the suffer i brought to you that i had never really understood<br />
<br />
i cry for loneliness that i know you've known way more than i do<br />
<br />
i cry for the familiarity and closeness; you always want to tell me every little thing about you<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
and i know i have absolutely no right to cry ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>it's you</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 31 Mar 2006 16:33:33 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ it's a chapter i can never flip over<br />
it's a book i can never really put back to the shelf<br />
<br />
it's you i can never get past by ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>Baby Beluga</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 24 Mar 2006 10:13:45 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Baby Beluga in the deep blue sea, <br />
Swim so wild and you swim so free. <br />
Heaven above and the sea below, <br />
And a little white whale on the go. <br />
You're just a little white whale on the go... ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>the depth of sorrow</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 21 Mar 2006 15:04:52 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i miss that night. <br />
<br />
we moved the bed on the floor and slept on it. we were talking about how we will someday end up breaking up, and i cried, so very hard.<br />
<br />
i don't think i'll ever be so sad like that moment i had of thinking us breaking up and leaving one behind. that kind of feeling may never happen again, regardless who and how many times i have to be apart with someone else.<br />
<br />
it's strange. but i'm so sure of it. <br />
<br />
it's not even about if i could fall in love again; i think i will. but the sadness. the level of sadness, the depth of sorrow will mark the differences <br />
of you and them ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>babygirl</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 09 Mar 2006 11:13:41 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i'm pretty much broke at this moment and i'm just starting my money management plan. i really don't need another same shade of bubble gum pink lipstick but it's called "babygirl". so i got it. i think you know why. ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>sleepless</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 02 Mar 2006 10:28:02 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ remembered you mentioned that you were happy i'll try to talk to you when you couldn't sleep, even i've been sleeping and was tired. <br />
<br />
it's 4am in the morning. i've been lying here, listening to the wind and trains passing by since 10pm<br />
<br />
i guess i know why you liked that ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>MMS</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 24 Feb 2006 13:33:35 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ there are two picture messages that i kept in my phone. it may have been the first two picture messages from you; i can't really remember. the first one is a classic puppy picture with your writing "good luck". i was going to the traffic court that day for my speeding ticket. it was february 7th. the second message i had was from the second day. i'm not sure what happened the day before but it's the first time you told me, that i've changed, that u've lost the girl you've known for the past two year. you sent me a note i wrote you, with sweet words and smiling face. you played the song "Sweet dream" to me. i was your sweet dream coming true.<br />
<br />
i know those two messages were there; i kept them on purpose. i've deleted most of the pictures message from you from friends but i never had the heart to delet those two messages. even though i knew they were there, i don't really go back and read them, and last night for some reason i just opened them before sleep. my breathing became so fast when i saw that note i wrote that you sent me. a rush in my throat that i felt i can't breath anymore. <br />
<br />
it's too hurtful. and the worst of all is that the pain you'd felt at the time when you sent me that message must be so much worse than what i'd experienced<br />
<br />
i don't know how are you and how is your life now. i don't have the right to know this information. and like you said, you can always have the will to stop talking to me if you mean it. <br />
<br />
<br />
i know i've said too many time and maybe it really doesn't mean anything to you anymore. i just want to say that i'm sorry for hurting you in whatever way i've done in the past. i just wish you're happy now. ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>&lt;3</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 14 Feb 2006 13:22:19 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ happy valentine ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>..</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2006 15:31:27 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <b>Listening to: James Blunt, </b><i>Goodbye My Lover </i><br />
<br />
<i>Did I disappoint you or let you down?<br />
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?<br />
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,<br />
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.<br />
So I took what's mine by eternal right.<br />
Took your soul out into the night.<br />
It may be over but it won't stop there,<br />
I am here for you if you'd only care.<br />
You touched my heart you touched my soul.<br />
You changed my life and all my goals.<br />
And love is blind and that I knew when,<br />
My heart was blinded by you.<br />
I've kissed your lips and held your head.<br />
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.<br />
I know you well, I know your smell.<br />
I've been addicted to you.<br />
<br />
Goodbye my lover.<br />
Goodbye my friend.<br />
You have been the one.<br />
You have been the one for me.<br />
<br />
I am a dreamer but when I wake,<br />
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.<br />
And as you move on, remember me,<br />
Remember us and all we used to be<br />
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.<br />
I've watched you sleeping for a while.<br />
I'd be the mother of your child.<br />
I'd spend a lifetime with you.<br />
I know your fears and you know mine.<br />
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,<br />
And I love you, I swear that's true.<br />
I cannot live without you.<br />
<br />
Goodbye my lover.<br />
Goodbye my friend.<br />
You have been the one.<br />
You have been the one for me.<br />
<br />
And I still hold your hand in mine.<br />
In mine when I'm asleep.<br />
And I will bear my soul in time,<br />
When I'm kneeling at your feet.<br />
Goodbye my lover.<br />
Goodbye my friend.<br />
You have been the one.<br />
You have been the one for me.<br />
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.<br />
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.</i> ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>real dreams</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2006 15:17:40 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i wanted to call and ask how are you. i wanted to hear your voice, make sure you are there, you were not just a dream in the past few years, but i didn't. i was too scared, you know.<br />
<br />
but sometimes i do hope it was a dream. at least that way i didn't screw up that bad, i hadn't lost anything that wasn't actually there. <br />
<br />
it's selfish, isn't it? wanting to call you to make sure you're there and secretly hoping that you weren't real are both extremely selfish. <br />
<br />
i learned so much about myself that's incredibly ugly, and those are not dreams. it's part of me ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2006 00:48:06 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ so it is true that we will not be able to love others as much as we had to each other. <br />
<br />
was it marking the fall of innoncence, the end of it. never 100%, unconditional, careless love. from now on we think before we love, we fall in as we make sure it's going to be ok. <br />
<br />
<br />
a cheesy song <br />
<br />
<br />
Just let it fly<br />
With no goodbyes<br />
Details don't matter...<br />
<br />
...When I wanna reach out to you<br />
But I turn and I walk and I let it ride<br />
....<br />
We were bigger than anything<br />
Remember us at our best <br />
And don't forget about...<br />
... you'll always be in my heart ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>addiction</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2006 02:16:21 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i guess it's understandable that people get addicted to some kind of drug. every so often i almost wish i'm depending on some kind of medicine... sleeping pill, pain killer, something that won't kill me. I can almost imagine that if anything went wrong in life i could have just pop in the pill and waiting, having the faith that things are going to get better from this point. <br />
<br />
it's pathetic i know. but sometimes don't you just wish every problem can have an easy solution, that you don't have to figure out a way to work things out, that you can just 'fixed it' like that.<br />
<br />
<br />
headache. can't sleep; but so tired. i'm still struggling if i should take a sleeping pill or a T3 to mask the pain. ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>bygone</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 19 Jan 2006 00:47:24 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ before going to bed i was listening to a french radio station that plays a lot of jazz music. out of no where it's playing a chinese song, which i loved a long time ago. it was translated as "bygone, my love"; it was from a very sad movie as the theme song.<br />
<br />
i thought about you.<br />
<br />
the woman was singing to the guy that "someday you'll realized it makes no difference whether i'm in your life or not. life is too short to always have tears in your eyes..." <br />
and the man sings "it's useless even if i forget about you someday, you have and you will always be part of my life..."<br />
<br />
i am better now. i guess you can see that from my journal; i seem more calm. i don't know if i'm hiding, either from you or from myself. i'm not really sure. i'm always feeling confused when i force myself to think about it. sometimes i think i can just live with this and everything seems so far away. it's so far away that it feels so unreal, like it had never happened but it's the most vivid dream i've ever had. Only it's not a dream. Or it's like a movie, a very nice movie until the director screwed up the ending.<br />
<br />
I kinda understand when you told me you don't remember me anymore, and it always makes me cry when i think about this. i really can't explain why. It's just weird when i really thought about it.<br />
<br />
The song just finished... good night... ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>January 13</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 16 Jan 2006 00:05:28 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ January 13 had past. <br />
Did you remember it?<br />
Did you feel it?<br />
<br />
Listening to: "The return to innocence"<br />
<br />
<i>That's not the beginning of the end <br />
That's the return to yourself <br />
The return to innocence. <br />
Love - Devotion <br />
Feeling - Emotion<br />
<br />
Don't be afraid to be weak<br />
Don't be too proud to be strong<br />
Just look into your heart my friend<br />
That will be the return to yourself <br />
The return to innocence<br />
<br />
If you want, then start to laugh <br />
If you must, then start to cry<br />
Be yourself don't hide <br />
Just believe in destiny<br />
<br />
Don't care what people say <br />
Just follow your own way<br />
Don't give up and use the chance <br />
To return to innocence <br />
<br />
That's not the beginning of the end <br />
That's the return to yourself<br />
The return to innocence<br />
<br />
Don't care what people say<br />
Follow just your own way <br />
Follow just your own way <br />
Don't give up, don't give up <br />
To return, to return to innocence.<br />
If you want then laugh <br />
If you must then cry<br />
Be yourself don't hide <br />
Just believe in destiny.</i> ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>funny thing about love</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 12 Jan 2006 23:51:47 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ listening to soundtrack from "garden state"<br />
<br />
I drink good coffee every morning<br />
Comes from a place that's far away<br />
And when I'm done I feel like talking<br />
Without you here there is less to say<br />
I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy<br />
What is closer to the truth<br />
That if I lived till I was 102<br />
I just don't think I'll ever get over you<br />
I'm no longer moved to drink strong whisky<br />
'Cause I shook the hand of time and I knew<br />
That if I lived till I could no longer climb my stairs<br />
I just don't think I'll ever get over you<br />
Your face it dances and it haunts me<br />
Your laughter's still ringing in my ears<br />
I still find pieces of your presence here<br />
Even after all these years<br />
<i>But I don't want you thinking I don't get asked to dinner<br />
'Cause I'm here to say that I sometimes do</i><br />
<b>Even though I may soon feel the touch of love<br />
I just don't think I'll ever get over you</b><br />
If I lived till I was 102<br />
I just don't think I'll ever get over you<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
funny thing about love, lovers, and that little part you can't explain... ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>No need to argue</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2006 17:27:17 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I don't listen to the cranberries for a long time. it belongs to the time when i was 16. when i was proud; i didn't know much about anything but i was proud. i listened to sad songs and felt sadness with things i've never experienced in life. and i thought i knew i understood already, when i didn't know shit.<br />
<br />
Everyime I listened to the cranberries it brings me back to those times. i didn't know better but it was good. at least i believed.<br />
<br />
Listening to 'no need to argue'<br />
<br />
There's no need to argue anymore. <br />
I gave all I could, but it left me so sore. <br />
And the thing that makes me mad, <br />
Is the one thing that I had, <br />
<br />
I knew, I knew, <br />
I'd lose you. <br />
You'll always be special to me<br />
<br />
And I remember all the things we once shared, <br />
Watching T.V. movies on the living room armchair. <br />
But they say it will work out fine. <br />
Was it all a waste of time. <br />
<br />
'Cause I knew, I knew, <br />
I'd lose you. <br />
You'll always be special to me<br />
<br />
Will I forget in time,<br />
You said I was on your mind? <br />
There's no need to argue, <br />
No need to argue anymore. <br />
There's no need to argue anymore. ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>don't let me hurt you again</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 02 Jan 2006 15:41:13 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ You can tell just how happy I am, knowing we are able to talk to each other again, even on the smallest level. <br />
<br />
Maybe you also know, deep down Im terrified.<br />
<br />
I will always remember that day when you asked me how did you manage to hurt me even more after all these? How?<br />
I cried. We both did. <br />
I dont know. But I did.<br />
<br />
Realizing what I had done to you I always feel somehow I will manage to hurt you again. I cant even promise if its going to be more or less painful. Out of my control can no longer be my excuse; I should always have tried, I could always have made a different choice. Im out of excuses. <br />
<br />
And therefore I know when I hurt you again next time, you will not be able to defend my being, and I will be out of your life, for good.<br />
<br />
Maybe what I am really afraid of is you to realize that after all, I wasnt really worth all the missing and loving. Not sweet kind little girl, not generous; just selfish and ignorant, just careless. <br />
<br />
Maybe I'm just being really selfish; when I think of I might hurt you, I cant bare the possibility of letting it happen again. I literally want to kill myself right then; I dont know how am I going to live with myself if I do. I dont know how can I possibly continue my life regularly, knowing I hurt you again for the possible choices or action I may be done. Deep down I know I am selfish. How am I not going to hurt you base on this fact. <br />
<br />
Do you also know that I will manage to hurt you again? Will you still talk to me, willing to respond to me, if I tell you this now? <br />
<br />
Can you make sure i won't hurt you again? Can you please protect yourself? ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>2006</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2006 01:45:41 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Happy New Year<br />
<br />
Happy New Year to you. ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>2 words</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 29 Dec 2005 22:53:16 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ thank-you and sorry seem to lose their meanings after i've been using them so many times<br />
<br />
i couldn't make them carrying what they were supposed to represent; my words are empty and weak, more or less like who i had been<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
yet, until then, until i can really make these words meaningful again, they are actually the only two things i cannot stop repeating myself<br />
to you<br />
<br />
<br />
thank you for being a bigger person than i can ever be; i'm sorry for being who i am, thinking how i feel, acting what i do... ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>steps forward</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 27 Dec 2005 23:01:56 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ new year to come...<br />
i'm gonna be stronger<br />
<br />
not grow to become without feelings<br />
just stronger ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>those words</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 27 Dec 2005 00:48:04 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ tell me why am i doing this<br />
<br />
i opened the binder with all your poems and started reading them and<br />
i can's stop the tears<br />
<br />
i'm like those really, really stupid lab mice<br />
kept walking through the same path,<br />
didn't remember what had led to when i was doing the same thing last time<br />
<br />
do i think it's gonna turn out differently as i went through them couple of more times?<br />
do i think those words are gonna worn out and lost their meanings?<br />
do i think eventually i will grow to ignore those lines if i read them often enough?<br />
<br />
i guess i am one of those really, really stupid lab rats<br />
i kept 'making' myself to review those feelings, picking up scars that has not even begin to heal<br />
<br />
and i thought at the end that piece of skin is going to be a dead part of me<br />
that piece of wounded meat is going to be like a burn mark, with different color than the rest of my body, without any hair on it, without anything, without feelings<br />
<br />
doesn't work that way<br />
<br />
it just kept bleeding and infected again and again everytime i poked it ripped it off<br />
<br />
i started to do the same thing to my face when i got my first pimple. can't stop my hands off my face. even now i still do that sometimes. i think it's my mental problem ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>numb</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 26 Dec 2005 21:36:00 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i can't tell if you still get on deviantart anymore...<br />
<br />
maybe i was talking to an empty room all along<br />
<br />
yet i can't stop...<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
sometimes i lost in between the dialogs i made up for us and started to conversation with myself. i talk to myself when i feel sad, i talk to myself when i'm scared, i talk to myself when i can't sleep<br />
<br />
<br />
i guess you can tell that it was so hard for me to talk like myself when you phoned me that night. i said so many stupid things, stuff that just came out of my mouth from no where. and i just feel so stupid saying all these things when i thought i could have said something better, or at least more interesting. but i was just numb, and acting really dumb. to be honest i didn't really give you the chance to answer the phone. i let it ring for 2 seconds and hanged up; i can't stand of the ringing. i'm sorry, fir alot of things. you've alreayd known that. i have to stop doing this, i have to really learn to move on... <br />
<br />
i feel really pathetic that now i'm the one who's saying all these and going through this whole process of coping. i don't even think i deserve being coped. i think part of the reason i couldn't make myself move on because i don't think i deserve to be happy. and the idea of thinking 'there is not going to be happiness in my life because i don't deserve it' really makes me depressed. what's there to look for, i question myself.<br />
<br />
<br />
i should stop here<br />
not a good topic to keep going and discuss about it<br />
<br />
<br />
it was nice to hear from you again. really.<br />
<br />
happy new year. ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>none sense comment from late night</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 26 Dec 2005 00:14:17 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ king kong died for his favorite girl<br />
he's like the bear<br />
<br />
<br />
i know i've been writing none sense journal<br />
it serves as my personal shouting board ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>merry christmas to you</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 23 Dec 2005 17:07:45 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ merry christmas to you ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>you had time</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 23 Dec 2005 00:49:06 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ listening to: you had time<br />
<br />
<i>how can I go home<br />
with nothing to say<br />
I know you're going to look at me that way<br />
and say what did you do out there<br />
and what did you decide<br />
you said you needed time<br />
and you had time<br />
<br />
you are a china shop<br />
and I am a bull<br />
you are really good food<br />
and I am full<br />
I guess everything is timing<br />
I guess everything's been said<br />
so I am coming home with an empty head<br />
<br />
you'll say did they love you or what<br />
I'll say they love what I do<br />
<b>the only one who really loves me is you</b><br />
and you'll say girl did you kick some butt<br />
and I'll say I don't really remember<br />
but my fingers are sore<br />
and my voice is too<br />
<br />
you'll say it's really good to see you<br />
you'll say I missed you horribly<br />
you'll say let me carry that<br />
give that to me<br />
and you will take the heavy stuff<br />
and you will drive the car<br />
and I'll look out the window making jokes<br />
about the way things are<br />
<br />
how can I go home<br />
with nothing to say<br />
I know you're going to look at me that way<br />
and say what did you do out there<br />
and what did you decide<br />
you said you needed time<br />
and you had time</i> ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>pain</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2005 22:52:56 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ remember i was in such a great pain when we went to white rock? it's the same thing again this afternoon when i was in guilford mall with my sister. i can barely walk or drive home. the pain almost made me cry but i had to pretend that i was fine so my sister wouldn't get too scared. she went to the walk in clinic with me and everything. even though she's clumping little girl sometimes, but it's still nice to have someone with me under such situation.<br />
<br />
then i thought about the last time we spoke to each other you were very sick. <br />
<br />
you were alone, living by yourself. i didn't do anything for you<br />
<br />
i know you said you don't think bad things about me; but i feel, no, i know that i was the coldest blood person in the world from that. i was just fucking brutal, fucking selfish. because i can't stand of the guilt and shame and pressure towards you. therefore i choose to avoid, to not know, to get away.<br />
<br />
maybe someday very soon or you already realize just how awful i was and no longer feel regret. maybe. ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>...</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2005 02:45:45 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i've never really been completely alone, and i still get scared. <br />
not really scared of anything real, but every so often i got this sinking feeling from my chest that there was nothing to grab and cling on. the falling emptiness, i called.<br />
i can't imagine, i don't really know how did you manage all this time. i think in the back of my head i was avoiding to understand how was it like for you. i am too ashamed to even begin to think about it. the little more information i can grasp the more ashamed i am<br />
and all these talkings about how scared i feel is even more shameful because i can never really compare with what you've been through<br />
u said i didn't kill you, i'm acting too dramatic. but what's worse than kill is betrayal. isn't that what i did to you?<br />
99% of the day i keep myself going; i can even be pretty happy most of the time. but that 1% question mark, i use that to tell myself that any happiness i have right now can never last because i don't really deserve it. and that 1% seems so much more real and heavier than the rest of 99% ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>when the music starts</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2005 21:46:47 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Do you still watch me over here? <br />
<br />
It's ok, you don't have to answer. I will tell myself that you are, I will think that you are looking over things happen in my life that I'm recording here.<br />
<br />
Every so often I see your face in my head, I described to my sister how your appearance has been changed ever since I saw you the last time, and I realized it's been a long while. My memory stayed in that night when we went to starbucks. I took a picture of you in the coffee house and after that night whenever you phoned me, I'll be able to see your face again on the phone. Not so often anymore, since we decided not to contact each other for now.<br />
<br />
I try to explain to her that it was so selfish of me wanting to keep you in my life without returning anything. I try to explain to her why should I let you go. Maybe I was trying to explain to myself.<br />
<br />
Remember that first set of songs 'bearshare' you sent me? I listened to them again yesterday and I couldn't even finish the first song. Time goes by and I only have more realization and clear view of how much pain I had brough to you. Without a sign and warning, I see how cruel I was hurting you, I have no excuse. <br />
<br />
It always seems easier to forget, to hide what had happened, than to face it, to face your own ugliness. ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>total loss</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 13 Dec 2005 12:21:58 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ my car is total loss<br />
<br />
i can't believe it, i just can't believe it. it's been like my home for the last two years and i'm just about to pay off the car, and it's total loss. <br />
<br />
i never thought of last moday would be the last day i drive it. actually i never thought i'd be so sad when i'm not having this car anymore. <br />
<br />
anyway, in a state of shock. ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>itch</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 13 Dec 2005 01:12:58 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My neck had been itching for a couple of days<br />
<br />
You know those winter dry itch. Even wakes me up in the middle of the night and my god damn hand just couldn't control itself.<br />
<br />
They said when someone misses you, when someone misses you and talks about you, calls your name, your ears itch.<br />
<br />
Is it because you're missing me, and the necklace on my neck makes me itch? Is it reminding me of you, of us?<br />
<br />
I romantically think of it that way. ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>hate christmas</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 10 Dec 2005 16:38:51 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i hate christmas<br />
<br />
i'm sorry if i had offended all the christmas holiday fans around the world<br />
<br />
but i hate christmas<br />
it's the loneliest holiday of the year<br />
it is the one and only day that will totally reminded you how alone you are<br />
<br />
i remember i used to loooooove christmas. i remember it was between age 2-14, i'd wake up 4 in the morning to check see what my parents had bought me this year. i'd start to decorate the tree and the house since the beginning of december. i was a christmas freak. then i start to hate it.<br />
<br />
alright i've said enough. i still have to go and finish my christmas shopping ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>forget</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 09 Dec 2005 00:48:11 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i panic when the thought of forgetting you came up to my head<br />
<br />
'you're in the process of forgetting him' a voice like this speaking through my brain in the most steady tone and i panic all of the sudden i stepped on the break so hard and yelled back <i>'fuck you no it's not gonna happen'</i><br />
<br />
'but what are you gonna do?' <br />
<i>'just shut up. shut the fuck up. i don't know'</i><br />
'well, ok then.'<br />
<br />
i kept driving and pretended nothing had happened the thought of it was never true and i continued my night and went to bed ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>another car accident of my record</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2005 01:00:55 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i've always had that image of me crashing in a serious car accident someday.<br />
<br />
finally i got one.<br />
<br />
well it's not that serious, to be honest. i got hit, it's not my fault. my car is in pretty bad shape but i'm alright other than in a state of shock for a little while. <br />
<br />
so many people including my boss kept telling me to pretend to be sick, to be injured, to get some money from the insurence company. well it does sound like a pretty good deal consider i probably won't be able to drive my car for a long while, but i just really don't know how am i gonna bitching on the phone saying how horrible i'm feeling and that've got to repay me back everything i've lost.<br />
<br />
i've been pretty lucky in most accidents i've invovled in. i'm not a the most careful driver ever and i always, always got into those small accident that was my fault and ended up nothing at the end. never get to pay nothing to no one since the damage was usually small enough to be neglect. i guess that's why i don't really feel comfortable to get what i don't deserve for this time. i mean, i know i'm gonna get my car fixed for free since finally it's not my fault this time. but getting more money out of it... i just feel that someday it's gonna get back to me. funny thing is that i don't believe in karma and yet for someone that everyone else had been telling me it's ok to do, i feel uncomfortable. <br />
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ah, oh well. gotta sleep now.<br />
<br />
ciao ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>wrong gift</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 04 Dec 2005 12:32:18 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Usually Im pretty good at finding gifts. I have the memory of elephant you said; I only remember not so important things, but theyre pretty useful at this time of the year. I remembered little things people told me, such as their interests, stuff they wanted to splurge themselves but still waiting for that special time. I also notice things they might have needed in daily life.<br />
<br />
So usually Im good at picking gifts. I might not get what they want on the top of the list due to money reason, but I can compromise to something neat.<br />
<br />
I received your present I ordered on Friday.<br />
<br />
Bitterly I laughed at myself; it is the first gift that I picked wrong for you as well as this year.<br />
<br />
Is that a sign that I had lost my ability to listen to people, to observe their life and care about their needs? <br />
<br />
Its too bad that youve known what I am going to give to you this year, and it definitely sucks knowing its the wrong gift. ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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                <title>Hello bear</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2005 12:37:07 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I want to tell you something but there seems to have no place for me to say anything anymore. Myspace has become too public, and I can't use deviantart as my personal message posting station. So maybe this could be the right place. Writing till this moment I don't really know what I want to say to you anymore. I want to say I'm sorry; but I think you've had enough, you've finally got tired of this. It still seems unreal to me. I don't really know how should I react to it, to you, to myself. So I'm staying at this line, continuing my life, standing at this point. <br />
<br />
Take care. Feels like this is the only appropriate thing to say right now. ]]></description>
                <author>~laily</author>
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