to do:

This came in this morning just when I was about to leave for work. Hello holidays :)

the reader

It is sort of odd (or maybe I am just sort of dense) that I never knew you read. Every single entry. Both blogs.

I should curse you, because that was like cheating.

But I never asked.

You never lied.

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I am reminded of last Sunday's sermon. Sins of omission.

The Sin of Omission. Indecently, one of my favorite pieces.

It isn't the thing you do (my) dear, it is the thing you leave undone....

(that gives you a bit of heartache, at the setting of the sun.)

It still surprises me that I would quote that at the age of eleven.

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Was that a free pass to getting to know me? Maybe.

Did it change how you would have reacted to every word, phrase, fragment, line or insight?

I don't want to know.

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What I do know is that with you, nothing ever goes unnoticed. Nothing is unheard. Nothing in un-thought of.

You are there. Every moment.

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What am I going to do with you?

i'm back

While the days run quite quickly while I was away, I can't help but feel that I had been away from my blog for too long!

be yourself

This is the cutest thing. For more, check out this blog.

blogger help

I'm not too happy about blogger. I haven't been able to post photos the last two days. I seriously hope that this gets fixed soon.

doodling

http://undivine-intervention.blogspot.com/

I chanced upon this blog and found some interesting stuff. I have yet to read the text but the images (I imagine to be the blogger's own) are pretty good. I am posting the one I liked most, it is called Earth.

great minds

I always fantasized about a book, it might not be the book you had in mind, but a book nonetheless--by two people in love.

not another friday

A friend mentioned a certain blog. And I just finished reading all the entries. Five weeks worth. I feel weak. But happy.

I always believed that the writer would be one of my favorites. And I did never failed to enthusiastically talk--blab about it. The blog is an unknown wish granted. I'm blessed.

It is beautiful (and tragic) to look at a set of seemingly meaningless words and recognize what is being said.

It is funny how I feel like I am dressed for the occasion. I'm wearing a black dress, it is like I'm going to a funeral--or, a gala.

I am overwhelmed by emotions that I could not tell which one feeling dominates all.

she writes

My best friend writes about love. She is pondering if it is worth loving someone who couldn't be yours. She wants to know if she should let go, even if he is almost everything she has always wanted. She needs to know if she'd ever be with someone who is equally with her. And by that, she means completely.

She wants to know.

She needs to know.

She knows.

POST for me

Cindy and I had grown very fond of a particular blog. I will not paste the URL, quote the author or divulge the reason behind the fondness (it is not sarongpartygirl, mind you!!!) but believe me when I say that every entry is a pleasure to read.