{\--the lipless chronicles
hold my hand and let's drown together
della, sixteen, experimentalist extraordinaire
affectionately twisted :>
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does it drag you along by the tongue at the top of your lungs?
the kid is finally back! the ilocos trip was amazing in more ways than one. i love you guys :) ate rose, ate amy, kuya kento and ma'am abdul kadil were great :) h4 was incredible! ofcourse. even with the death scare (i won't elaborate on this atm. i'll wait for many things to pass.) it was pretty great. i couldn't help but cry though. i kept thinking of my dad. tsk. on a much much lighter note, i can't wait for the pictures! i was stupid enough to forget to bring a digital camera so now i have to wait for everyone to upload their pictures so that i can steal them :D kuya ken said he was going to upload them immediately but i have been waiting waiting waiting here and there are still no pictures. :)) ugh. i destroyed my blog's blogging style. haha. i'm too lazy to form coherent and proper paragraphs so lemme just jumble 'em and let you decipher. :D i want more sugar cane juice! i want more basiiiii. haha. i love and miss ilocos.even though my other trip there was a complete disaster. :*
pics up soon.
Labels: break, college, comebackkid, death, eagerness, giggles, happiness, ilocos, life
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Organs produce music. My lungs are whistling to the tune of Nobody’s Hippie. holy guacamole. Want to be my hippie? Yes that was a pathetic attempt to even joke about making a pass at all multipliers. Guffaw. I am bad news. Motivate me to stand up and take my medicine. Seretide is my drug. It really is.
The little jumpsuit-clad men that run my brain are on their third coffee break, which translates roughly to cigarrettes and alley romances. Tut Tut little jumpsuit-clad men. Tais-toi! Della, tais-toi! This obviously shows that I am once again under the influence of the internet’s black magic. I’m trying to learn French, for the nth time. French, Italian, and Japanese – I am an overeager chienne that will probably fail miserably. Watch me swim or sink?
I am wearing a
Cause you're just damage control
for a walking corpse like me - like you
--- Portions For Foxes [Rilo Kiley]
My Laptop doesn’t have a name yet. He’s jealous of iBob. What’s a good name for him? He’s red and old.
Labels: eagerness, seretide, yokohama
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