Sigh...

All about... Me!

Autobiography:

Name: Magz, formally known as Margretta

Birthday: 1st of june 1989

Star Sign: Gemini

Statue: single, but not available

Current saying: negro please!

Currently annoying rant: how fucked up the education system is by degrading english and making us poor students overanalyze every freakin movie, show, book we watch/read. POWER TO THE PEOPLE!!

Secret: I'm a hopeless romantic ^_^ dispite what I may say or do, I'm a sucker for anything lurvveee. Ssshhhhhh... don't tell anyone!

My Sunshines

My Anh <3
Monica <3
Amanda <3
Michelle <3
Wendy <3
Aqueedah <3

Things That Make You Go MmMmMm... (aka interests)

* Writing - Its where I write things I probably wouldn't do or say... ah, who am I kidding? LoLz! Its just where I flex and stretch my talent

* Drawing (though really shit at it, but I can have dreams!)

* Shopping - Its a sport on its own, and very theraputic. You can NEVER have too many accessories! Can I get a hell yeah?

* Playing Pool - I'm actually really good at it. Not to beep my own horn... but... BEEP BEEP! LoLz

* Gossiping and Bitching - Theres nothing like a good gossip session and bitchfest with good friends. Its how girls bond, I advice everyone do it.

* Love Songs - I LOVE love songs. The emotion, the lyrics, the meaning. Ahhh... Its beautiful!

* Spending Time Alone - I know that makes me sound like a hermit, but spending time with yourself is the best! especially because I'm such good company! ^_^

Bold as Love

hey hey sunshines! welcome to my little corner of the world wide web. beautiful isn't it? enjoy yourself!

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Monday, November 21, 2005

Hey hey sunshines!!!

Now I know I haven't updated in, like, ages, but thats because I've been busy with school and my "so called love life", but I call it a pathetic attempt to find someone suitable to date me lolz, which, by the way, has been unsuccessful. *sigh* oh well, single life for me. Thats cool, doesn't mean I can't go out there and get some lolz. I can't be bothered to post an actual comment so I'll just leave you guys with snippets of my work and poems. Enjoy!

Today was different.

Today, you knocked logic right off its axis. And I happily drowned in the confusion.

Why?

Because today… today, I was as bold as love.

(dedicated to a certain Mr. Baker ^_^) AN. Jimmy Hendrix - "Bold as Love"

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He wishes for cloths of heaven.

Had I the heavens’ embroidered clothes,
Enwrought with golden and silver light;
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

-- WB Yeats.
Life and Death Chronicles.

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© Denial

She doesn’t like him. Well, not that much anyway.

And these feeling she experiencing with him -- butterflies in her stomach, a tell tale blush on her cheeks whenever his name is mentioned, a burning for his skin on her skin like she’s never felt before -- is just infatuation.

“Stupid teenage hormones,” her health teacher says.

She doesn’t like him.

But there are those rare times when he smiles at her (she always did say he had an amazing smile) as she passes, or he offers her a ride when its raining and she stupidly forgot her umbrella, though she’d burn every umbrella in the world if it meant she would be alone in a car with him.

And on very rare occasions, like tonight, she would meet up with him at the corner park of first and main, cursing like a madwoman when she arrives twenty minutes late because she couldn’t figure out what to wear. Not that she cared what he thought.

“You’re here.”

He says softly, his polo shirt clinging to his hunched frame, and suddenly she feels like wrapping her small, firm arms around him.

But she doesn’t.

Not because she’s afraid of rejection or because she’s scared she won’t let go, but because deep down inside her, she doesn’t like him. Not that much anyway.

Or so she keeps telling herself, over and over again as she reaches for him.

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Okay, thats pretty much it. And if any of you are wondering, yes, all the short pieces have to do with/refer to Mr. Baker hehehe. I just can't get him out of my mind, not for too long anyway. But like I said, there's just something about rockstars...

I believe in a thing called luuurrrvvveee. do you?

nuff said'.

Laters Sunshines!

MaGz [ 9:42 pm ]

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