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Miles / 14 / July 11, 1992 / Manila / EIS /

filipina / high school student / worth $1,447,870 / ultra sensitive / girl / obsessed with grades / quite vain / easily upset / loud / quiet / good girl / rarely bored / cant aim for shit / musically inclined / computer junkie / cant live without internet / has to look forward to something or else will feel unloved / likes getting attention / doesnt believe that no one cares what other people think / easily hungry / easily tempted / hates unoriginalty / hates unfriendly people / love.. is it there? /


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craving for: caramel sundae
listening to: Chris Dautry, Augustana, Open Air Stereo, Up Dharma Down
watching: One tree hill seaosn 4.19!
reading:Such a pretty girl
hoping for: A miracle -_-
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Monday, December 04, 2006
Back to basics.
 



Where is that little girl, who used to run to daddy and sit on his lap?
Or that little boy, climbing dad's back, just for the sake of playing with him?
Out? Partying? Chillin' with friends? Exploring, and venturing?
What happened to the 'i wanna fly'... or the 'tooth fairy believer'?
Replaced with hopes and dreams of tomorrow, and their future?
The one who would run around the house, playing with toys that aren't really toys?

Maybe, somewhere in us, that child is still there.
The purity. The innocence. The curiosity.
Maybe, underneath all smiles, lay our tears and fears.
The fear of falling, crashing, and then burning.
Maybe, we're all afraid.
Of time. Of love. Of loss.

Everything's changin' when I turn around, all out of my control...