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the blogger

Girl's name is Stephanie
Girl is now 17 going 18
Girl celebrates her birthday on the 7th day of the 11th month each year

Girl loves Christmas and Chinese New Year most
Girl hates horror movies
Girl loves knitting, taking pictures, sleeping, spending time with loved ones and reading romance (not necessary in that order)

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Fighter - Christina Aguilera

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November 2008
December 2008
January 2009

backtrack

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Life is wonderful...
Maybe you fear what you don't know.
That strange taste lingering behind...
Infatuation!
Money, money, money!
Change, the one thing that will never stop.
Help me find peace.
Our Song.
Trance.

speak

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Monday, November 17, 2008
Going crazy.

Last night I dreamt of "Him" again. Wearing an orange tee, those faded cheap jeans he always wore, cheap sneakers that he bought from a shop near where he lived, and that godawful cigarette that he always smoked. It was horrible...

I walked past him quietly, trying to slip pass him, then suddenly, he turns and looked at me in the eyes. Panicking, I grabbed my friend's arm and broke into a run, dragging her along with me. 


I never had the speed or stamina to outrun him.


He caught me and pulled me into his arms, and I just could not get free. My nose got a whiff of that nauseatingly pungent odor that came off him in waves; it was as he he hadn't showered in days. I continued my struggle to get free and once he released the hold he had of me, I moved to place as much distance between us as possible, while trying to fight off that stubborn urge to take off again and leave him behind. I didn't run though, as I had a strange feeling that I had to confront him. So, I stood my ground, taking in deep breathes as an attempt to calm my ragged nerves, and lifted my head, locking eye with him.


"I..."


Damn, I woke up then. It was really tiring when someone continuously assault one in one's dream!

Ugh.

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Thursday, November 6, 2008
Birthdays and Dream

You know, people always look forward to their birthdays, right?

Well, then I'm not human then.

Why?
Because I find that I'm not at all excited, thrilled, or overly zealous any way. Not at all.

Blame it on the hormones, people. Not on the absence of some people, not on the fact that I have no life. Just try being a little normal, a little stereotypical, and blame it on the hormones.

Sigh.

Forgive me.
I'm tired, and
I miss someone who doesn't exist outside the dream realm.

Maybe it's because my conscious side has grown hungry for someone more to be there. At the end of the day, what reality can't fulfill is what my dreams try to provide.

Ok. I need to stop this inane babbling now.
Sorry.
I'll return tomorrow.
I think.

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