mimi in the making

~mimi~

Name: Camille Ann Asuncion

Age: twenteen

Loves: Mommy Xena, Macky brown, and Bea girl!!! :)

Hates: cockroaches (brrr...grr..!!!)

*A believer of GOD*(though my faith may be shaken sometimes STILL i belive)

*all about me*

...behind the smile: the bad mimi colliding with the good mimi; over time, may the good mimi prevail over the other :D..

On fairy tales
my friends, ...Fact is more terrible than fiction...there are more to fairy tales than what we thought them to be..

current mood: .FRUSTRATED BUWISIT NA BUHAY TO.

THIS NIGHT

- Dedicated to B of BnH from H of BnH (16)

DREAMS and PROMISES

- C.A.A.

A scented candle in the dark
Letters in pink
A secret revealed
Mixed emotions...

love..hate..
Do i hate because i love?
or do i love because i hate?

you're haunting me...
sleepless nights pass by
guitars and conversations...

oh, how i HATE you!
so much that i can't forget.

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-poems of mine-

just a dream
Alone in my room
you visit me
in a dream
day and night
like a movie
like a tale-
I know it's not real,
but still i wish it is.
Such words keep me longing...
and waiting. Not doing,
but waiting.

Deep Feelings
Within me-
unbound, unrestricted

free.

The right moment?
or the fear
of losing something once
what's keeping it.
Something once satisfied
no need
to take one step
further..

l.
loneliness and overjoy
vague and ecstasy
That's just the way it is.
longing over voices
-unheard-
ever existing.
unexpected ways,
unexpected results

.happen.

how frail..
how fragile..
but however so bold and strong.

This is the ideal.
What's real: how frail..
how fragile..
how stupid,
how slow, how fast,
how i don't know,
how i don't understand.

They say someday you will,
someday you will.
Someday, one day...
and 'til that day comes,
you're left wandering and lost

in the heaven of hell.

-poems of mine-

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Debug my allergy PLEASE.

I Hate Computers.

"The Allergy" came back to visit me-- again.

Crap! Nobody can relate to and UNDERSTAND this allergy except me. and my mom maybe.

Allergies are misunderstood. Mine's not a rash, itchiness, ek ek. NO.

It's a CUT in the throat.

Not over-reacting damn it! it's really a CUT in the throat.

and as I said, nobody understands how it feels except me. and my mother maybe.

Posted by cyan at 11:16 PM

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