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Hailie is a 23 24 year-old girl who moves in the sometimes harsh reality under the name Karen. She loves reading, especially classical books and books written by Jeffrey Archer. She is a self-confessed ham who loves taking the center stage. She loves dancing and singing - but that doesn't mean she knows how to dance and sing. Her never-wavering dream is to become an actress...no kidding. A DVD addict, her favorite shopping places are Quiapo and Divisoria. She also recently discovered St. Francis Square, where she now shops for clothes, shoes, and anything Hello Kitty. Currently dreaming of owning an PlayStation PortableiTouch, pink Moto Razr Okwap i885, a portable DVD player, and the black pink DS Lite. She salivates everytime she sees the still-to-be-released recently-released Sony PlayStation 3 and Nintendo Wii. In love with life, love, and Frank Lampard Brandon Routh Joo Ji-hoon Milo Ventimiglia Daniel Henney (the last item changes from time to time...shifts from Rafael Nadal to Won Bin to Josh Hartnett or whoever). Her ultimate goal in life is to die happy.



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Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Unrequited Is A Bladed Word


This wasn't supposed to be my entry for today. But my friend gave me this really witty letter that made me smile and rethink my love patterns. Included in that letter is this poem by Eileen Tabios...tagos sa puso! Read on:


UNREQUITED IS A BLADED WORD
Eileen Tabios

Unrequited is owned and operated.
Unrequited is so much pretty than unwanted.
Unrequited is the moving story of a love that wasn't meant to be.
Unrequited is a crushing yoke; but if you see love as a game...

Unrequited is the worst state to be aware of.
Unrequited is a damp match at the worst possible time.
Unrequited is something that crops up in your songs.
Unrequited is all I see.

Unrequited is star.
Unrequited is a different story.
Unrequited is a tune that reminds me of time spent in Geneva.
Unrequited is a two part invention for piano.

Unrequited is an acute tension that worked Baudelaire to the bone.
Unrequited is a bladed word.
Unrequited is underscored with both rumbling bass baritones and lilting vocals.
Unrequited is quelled.

Unrequited is meltingly done.
Unrequited is my longing for a name I dare not say.
Unrequited is far more important than what is.
Unrequited is up to the gentle reader.

Unrequited is the saddest love of all.
Unrequited is not anulled simply by graciousness.
Unrequited is always worth cherishing.
Unrequited is not love.


| hAiLiE posted at 1:37:00 AM | |



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