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“ I feel bare when your hand is not in mine,

I felt lost when I seek for your hand and can’t catch it”

Goose Neck? I Know That Prevent Bacterias!

Please, the doors always open even when i close my eyes from whatever happening
i beg you please i want to hear the sound of your voice, the laugh, the sound of your breath, kiss my eyes before I'm lost, and feel your fingers on my palm

But the truth is, i can't reach you now...

I can't hold any longer, my eyes are about to close. But remember the doors always open even when I'm lost. Please give me a chance for the last time. I want to hear the sound of your voice. Before i close my eyes.

Oh Lord, What Makes It So Clear Just By A Word

I like you, I like you way too long now. I just don’t know what to say and what to react when I’m around you. You seem to be so not into love and things. I’m nervous when I talk to you because you react so different every other time. Please stop being so ridiculously unreachable. Do you know I'm screaming I love you and I really like you down here right now?

Sorry Place To Hide Is Sold Out

A young man travels around Mexico where the sun is glaring hot and the wind smells salty, where everyone is not pale and talking in a strange language. Patrick Guado he named as stated on the letter. He came from Tuscaloosa, Alabama where he is raised by sisters in a orphanage for 18 years before one of the sisters,sister Benedicta found him almost freezes in front of orphanage door "That night was raining hard and i heard someone knocks hard on the door" that voice always playing all time in Patrick's head the only clue to find his family. Sister Benedicta gives him some money and a blessing, he bought some clothing and a paper to which given on the same time when sister Benedict sees him on basket crying there written his name and a message to whom found this boy.

He walked along the market and houses people staring at him which making him feel uncomfortable. He decided to ask around is there someone on this whole town looked like him. bars, clubs, houses, stores, pub, secondhand market, he finds it difficult when everyone said they don't know it. No one knows except the tailor an old lady with thick eye glasses white hair, veil, pale and her face looks like a witch a tad evil witch. She busied with her work, he said "Sorry" old lady still doing her work but before he say sorry for the second time she avert to his direction look the young man from the space between her eyebrow and the eye glasses half moon frame. She look at him from the top to the bottom and said

"Young boy, have a sit"

"Oh thank you" he replied then took a chair near him and sat

She said "There must be something brought you here from far away isn't it young boy?"

"How do you know?" he replied in surprise but then the old lady chuckle,

"Your bag young boy, it's not common for someone bring a big bag along and came into a small tailor store"

Patrick too surprised to say something suddenly the old lady put down her work and turn her body to where Patrick sat "So what do you want young boy?"

Patrick still a tad surprised but later he move his lips asking the same thing "Do you know a couple or someone that looks like me in this whole town?"

"What's the story?" she replied

"I came from an orphanage and looking for my real parents " said Patrick

"Wait let me look at you closer" Patrick lean his head toward the old lady direction, she touch the young boy's face and she began to cry

"What's wrong!" Patrick said

she said "I know this face"

as the lady said that Patrick began to speculate "Don't say a thing! Don't tell me that you are my mother!" she keeps crying scared

"Where have you been old lady! Why did you leave me there!"

she cried even harder and said "No! NO! She's not me! She is Damita! Kesare Damita! She living together with Abigail Lopez Guado. He is your father"

Patrick feel anxious "But how do you know all of this! You're a liar! What is your name!"

"Abi was someone for me someone who mean a lot to me. He promised me to wait when i am going to accompany my parents to another city to sell what my father done with minerals. I am Elisa, Elisa Dorota if that made you better"

Patrick cut the conversation "Oh I'm sorry go on then I'm listening"

"So Abi cannot preserve to wait and i heard that he met Kesare i know Kesare, she is beautiful, long haired, and a perfect woman for Abi. I'm hurted by what Abi done to me but i feel happy that he can find someone better than me. You don't know how much you look like Abi and Kesare"

Patrick held his head and grab his hair take a deep breath and exhale it and said "So how can i found this two people?"

"You can find them 30 minutes from here to shore direction there's a store called Abby's Taco near the shore, there they are" Patrick kissed the old lady cheek and said

"Thank you Elise you help me a lot" and he ran off towards the shore.

He is thinking what could be possibly happen when he met them what he must do when he met them while he is still running carefully for not to shake the content of his bag. Finally he stopped when he see the shore he repeatedly look at the store in front of the shore. He found the store called "Abby's taco" a black letters with a red and white circles around it gulps his saliva down, his knee is shaking and he takes another step closer to the booth. The booth is crowded and there's one old man and woman wearing a white polo shirt and red at the collar and a hat the lower body hid by the booth. He takes another step to where the booth is and a lot of steps till close enough to saw their faces. He lines up, it was 8 person before he met one of them. Now 5, 3, then 1 left. Seconds feels like doubling on it amount. Finally, the person in front of him got his taco. He came closer by taking a narrow step toward the taco stand. Now his turn "Taco young boy?"

Bro, Ashley's Here

I would do what ever it takes to get this little gadget. What's in the earth suddenly a person come up with an idea make a gadget for Wikipedia well that's nuts! $99 not a cheap thing but it'll probably worth.

A Bloody Fight Between Rusty Swords And Armed Policemen. Oh I Know It Must Be Han And Uighur. Chop!

Remembering the person you ever like. You lean your head to the wall on the classroom and sometimes stare at him/her secretly *rang rang Breaking time! You would be finding out where him/her would be going, and wondering what does he/she think is there you on their mind even just a milisecond.

Then when you about to go home, and about to approach the front gate. You are fed up, and bored but when you realize that you are walking behind him/her, you never feel as happy as this day in your whole life, and you would not forget the thing that brought u in.

Talk with them is a hard thing to do as well because it makes you trembled down just seeing her/him face. Waiting is all you got. If you have the guts you probably ask for a time to talk or ask them to go somewhere.

If yes then you will choosing what shirt would you wear, what style your hair will be, how nice you smell, and preparing what would you do when you met him/her to cover up how nervous you are .

Then you met them. All what you've been planning were drooled out, and you think you will go with the situation. Teases, laughs and touches. In the end you both had fun but time separates you both. It's hard to let him/her go but the time made you have to do it. You hope that you will meet him/her again sometime.

Go text him/her before you sleep! "Thank you for this day! Good Night buddy!" Then what would be nice is the next morning you wait for him/her in front of the gate to going inside the school area walking side by side.

I have a friend she likes this guy *cough* call it she loves this guy *cough*. Which she describe as "My feeling said so" but so lucky of my friend this guy close to her. They talk a lot then text a lot, but she kept this feeling in her treasure box locked tight. This guy has a girlfriend which is the relationship have been hitting a rock since the last two months. She's being patient all the time
"You know you're being patient after you able to calm down"
but in this case she can't bears the feeling. So she asks the boy
"Hey B, do you love me?"
He blabbering "You are one of the blah blah and you are in my heart blah blah..." eventually he don't answer the question. But after a lot of heart to heart talks they were dating. How happy the girls is even word can't describe. While what this boy doing is just hurting the girl feeling indirectly. He don't reply her messages, don't pick up her phone calls, not even meet her. So they decided to break up after had been dating for one or two months. Remember Guys like to play games, the most interesting part is doubter of a girl's mind "Could you be mine or not". I suggest to you to be mysterious okay! Now forget that boy and look for others lolol

Life is too short to waste endless experiences served upon. Don't waste your time for one thing that's not worth for you because even they don't care about you.

I once like a girl she's cute, she's the cutest girl in school. So i started to like her when i was 8th grade till 11th grade i was too nerdy to get her attention and too fat to look like the ideal man of her type
"If you wanted someone to be like what you want, it means you forcing one being a reflection of someone else"
I realized what's written above when i was graduated.

She don't like me at all for what i appeared to her, and what disturbing is "I don't like fat boys", and when i wanted to talk to her she said "I have a boyfriend" nice rejection for a conversation starter. But then i graduated i become skinnier, and i gave more attention to my hair.

Once i played at my former school, and she looked at me, i look at her too because she come closer. I don't have any particular feeling to her anymore even a bit. We talked a bit, she asked my number, and asks me to go out the following day *yawn* too lazy to do that

You must be grateful what surrounds you right now, you would not know that person or thing would help you sometime in the future, or you felt u can't let them go when they have to.

I always complaining about my close friends about this and that, and then the person i talked to said "It's your friend! Your best friend! The only one, since the other had gone. So why don't you try to know him more, so you can help him to be better rather than complaining of his bad behavior"That's a slap on my face

WAKE UP!
Then i changed since that time

They Always Do The Triple Flips! Oh Come On I Can't Stand Seeing Their Asses Waving Around

I wrote a lot about life in due of sharing what i've been thinking all the time because for me life is like an interesting thing to do. Maybe you measure enjoying your life is going to Paris, and have a great shopping with your close friends but for me enjoying my life is seeing every people around me, and socialize with them, seeing the sun rises, the sun sets is enough. Human created to socialize aren't they? They tend to communicate one to another. I like my life. Sometime i think the precious moment of living is just spend a few hours to drink tea on cafe corner, eating bread, and looking at peoples passing by. Get another bite of my bacon cheese filled croissant to feel how grateful, how healthy, and how lucky i am to have some money for sitting there.

Life is a game and it ain't easy, living life is the tricky part have to adapt with the surroundings which act like an eruption it wouldn't always be good at you. We have to take the risk. "Love is just a game" - The Magic Numbers guys like to play game my friend said and it's the explanation why guys always being such an asshole. He likes to chase a lot of girls, and leave them when he get bored of them is fun. While girls is more sensitive. So i think that the most exciting part of loving someone is, how long you're able to spend your time with them, how patient you are to take them as they are. I am writing all of this while looking at Michelle playing her cute Blackberry. Maybe it's not comfortable for her because i always stare her face for a long time, and just keep quiet. I am still young, i know God, and all the people knows that we are visibly young. The olds always take it as an experience but who knows

So earlier blog posts is all about life. What i've been thinking, and what do i think of love. I think not even one of you wants to hear about my relationship so I just would share my thoughts with all of you. Private life is still private lololol I guess...
I always hope this will be going forever. God Bless me, and you all.
Song for this moment: Bob Marley - Three Little Birds