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jhoanneh
Tidbits
Joan Ponsica
22 years old
Santa Isabel College


sweet talks
scrapbooking!br> writing & blogging
reading books of danny brown and bob ong
browsing the net
writing stuff and this
playing scrabble...hehehe
take a nap
chatting with friends
go out with sandy
eating

Dar Links

chic and pretty
friendster
delicious ambiguity


Sincere Thanks

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Brushes:DayDreamed



Memories
April 2005
 October 2005
 November 2005
 December 2005
 January 2006
 February 2006
 May 2006
 June 2006
 July 2006
 August 2006
 September 2006

Loathes

when im craving for sweets and cant find one
irritated with sandy
riding the PUJ
irate clients
dumb-founded
traffic in EDSA
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Playing Now

my favourite songs


life with dreams: Sunday, April 24, 2005

I am still counting the days left for the two of us. I am planning to make the remaining days to be perfect with him. Maybe adding more time for our little chats, enduring the time that we are still together. I am not blind, I can feel how much he tries to make things out, how much he tries to give me his full time whenever he is free, though I know how pressured he is now in his upcoming board exam.

It is 1:20 am now, I can’t sleep, and Sandy is here with me. Yes, we are together and I really appreciate it. Nevertheless, it would be a lot better if he is awake and we can talk longer, isn’t? I am watching him now sleeping in my bed, not knowing what I really feel now. Sadness lures me. I wish I could tell him how much I hate it every time he fell asleep while we are talking. I know he is tired from the review center and the pressure at school but I cannot help it. If only I could stop him every time he yawns and slowly fell asleep in my lap. I often try to wake him up, though not really trying hard.

So, is it too much to ask him to spend more time with me? I mean more time talking with me than sleeping the whole time that we are together. Well, I don’t think so! Sometimes it makes me cry knowing our limited time will be over and it would be very painful especially knowing that some time were wasted because of sleeping.


my dreams 1:35 AM