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bring me my wings and take me up to paradise. my world where perfect is a flaw.. i want to laugh wildly with the wind in my face. put on the most ragged and comfy garment i own, and stride down the streets like a superstar.
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my name is isebelle. i love chocolates. i eat hashbrown with grape jam. eyeliner is a necessity for me. i act manly but irressitibly demure. i am easily excited when provoked. i rather miss being in the photo than miss a fabulous shot captured. i talk glibberish and love the way i am. Admit i'm stuck at crossroads in life, helpless with my life's goals. Have wild unfulfilled dreams. One of which is by the age of 60, i wanna sip iced lemonade, snuggle against my beloved's warmth, kiss his wrinkles and rock in my chair, reminiscing while enjoying the last few sunsets in my life.

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Sunday, September 13, 2009
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the next saturday will get better.

Tuesday, September 08, 2009
And i think i owe you an apology.
In addition to an explanation.
Some things that i do know,
but i don't want to say,
and chose to keep it hidden,
because i thought that it will go away.

Obviously not.

But i do want to thank you, properly.
For you're probably the first to see me in my worst clumsy state,
and i'm happy for that cos' i was as real as can be,
and you liked how i was.

From the very first date,
i had to admit then,
i gave you a hard time.
Grilled you over the movie tickets,
minimising my talks to see what you can do.
Thank you for enduring my nonsense.

There was once when you tried to ask me out,persistently.
i remembered i was on a train ride home.
i struggled and turned down.
because i was afraid of what you're going to tell me.
And you called me,
which i excused myself cleverly.
And i thought u felt sadness,
but i brushed it away.

Truth was, i was indeed touched by the little gestures,
appropriately sensitive and caring,
your sincerity that i didnt know then.
Sometimes i look at you,
and appreciate the attention you were showering me with.
It was the first bouquet of flowers i've received,
and i was secretly happy.
but i defended myself well enough.
Maybe because i didnt let anyone in before.
It got me thinking.

And for a period of time after that,
i was confused.
i opposed my decision.
and then i supported it.
I thought i felt that my conflicting actions were agonising you.
Hence, all the more i tried to distance myself.

Sometimes i wonder if you sit infront of the com typing, backspacing, and thinking again of what you want to tell me, but you didnt.

You are smart,
you knew exactly how you felt.
And you expressed it.
Really, i admire your courage.

There was fate, but i didnt continue
You were already giving in more than i was prepared to.
Somehow, i feel that it won't work out for a long term r/s.
And i can't risk losing a good friend over a short r/s.
You are all what a good friend can ask to be,
Spontaneous, humourous, and seem all easy to talk.
Better off as playmates, good friends.

Now,
we joke, we laugh, we chat.
Still self conscious.
Definitely, someday, slowly we can open up.
Thanks for everything.
I lack the courage to even tell you in the face.
And i feel apologetic that i only come clean now.
Really sorry for any hurtful words or actions.
Only if scotchtape and glue can heal the heart.
I will gladly buy the entire POPULAR.


May gay stars sparkle to forge friendly bonds yet again.
Thank you for adding on sweet memories in my life.
And you will definitely find a sweet girl that will add onto yours too.