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Name: Raquel Birthday: 1/27/1989 Gender: Female
Interests: Anything eS. Flip skateboards. Music. Asians. i2i. i4i. Stoner Flicks. Piercings. Microwavable food. Cannabis. Art. Sculptures. Glass Pipes/Bongs. Bud Ice. Maitais. Hypnotic. Shot Glasses. Transworld/Slap/High Times Magazines. Shoes. Bob Marley. Raves. Felicity. Black/Strobe Lights. All my FAGS<3<3<3. A lot of stuff. Expertise: _-_-_Being the epitome of a mistake._-_-_ Occupation: Executive Industry: Media
Message: message meEmail: email me MSN: single_limit@hotmail.com
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| I remember taking my last breath in then exhaling the smoke. I remember the buzzing sound the vending machine made. I remember feeling content and just pleased with life as i took my 30 min break at the smoking section. then, he walks out the door and suddenly a gray cloud hovers above me and no matter where i went i couldn't escape the rain. We glanced at each other but didn't say a word. Maybe he felt it too, maybe i rained on his parade. I ditched my cigarette and walked in. i knew he was watching me to see if i'd say something to him, maybe even just a simple smile, but no. I walked on and gave him nothing but the cold shoulder. who cares, i thought, he deserved it.
a tap on my shoulder startled me. i turn to see that it was him. he wanted an explanation, he wanted answers, he wanted closure and the truth was, that i did too.
we scheduled to meet at a more private place. after all, we were both on the clock. the setting was perfect, the mood was mellow, the endresult....not so good.
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| Paraphanelia's big little break! The Zu was packed with a bunch of reggae animals. Everyone was feeling the music and feeling the crowd. It was a pretty good turn-out if i do say so myself. People from all over came to watch paraphannelia live. Spinage came up and joined in for a little collaboration action. Good times, Good times. So they'll be playing there every friday night. Hmm...i wonder what next friday'll be like./
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| Time to unload. Time to vent. Time to release. Time to laugh. Time to Cry. Time to play. Time to smile. Truth is, i haven't had time to do anything i want to do. Life has been lifeless. The question now is "where has all my time gone?" I sit here and draw a blank conclusion. I don't know whats worse. Having no time or not knowing where time went. It's really disappointing. Time is so precious. It should be spent wisely. It shouldn't be wasted on uneventful matters.
Well, here i am. The hypocrite. Ranting on and on...and for what? Closure to a reality check that i so often give myself? To express the guilt and hate for my expendable existence?
It's all just for me. I sometimes need to do this to get inside my head. It's become somewhat habitual but it serves great promise for my end result.
Because by unloading the thoughts that linger in my mind, I can analyze everything and bring myself back with full composure. | | |
| Feb. 3rd, 2008. Pepper...Pau Hana...Psydecar.... It was like a dream. I stood in the crowd next to filthy people who were covered in sweat. I closed my eyes and just listened. It was a dream come true. Anygry mosh pits...everyone singing in unison...everyone feeling irie! It was incredible. We waited patiently in complete silence. Everyone cheering "Pepper! pepper!..." Then finally...they come out and open with "No control." Everybody around me jumping to the song. God it was crazy. They had so much energy! It was like they were on something. There's nothing in this world that'll make me forget that experience. The sucky thing was...no camera and no autographs. Shux... I still can't believe i got to see them live. Hopefully, one day, I'll see one of their concerts again. | | |
| I don't keep this place updated cuz it's hard. I can't find thinks to write about anymore. Most of the time i use xanga to reflect. When i'm feeling a little uneasy or if i'm just bored i like to read my past. It's so odd...sometimes i don't recognize or identify with the person who wrote those old entries. I don't know the person who used to blog Every single day even just to say something so unimportant. But it's kind of refreshing.Using xanga, i could remember the way i was when i was only 15. (I'm 19 now) I remember the way i talked, how i acted, and the way i thought. It's a little nutty. It's a constant reminder if who i used to be.When i go back in time to all those memorable date, I feel like i'm reliving it. I can visualize everything like i'm there as it happens. But when the paragraph is over...a blink brings me back to reality.Right now, I am at work. With nothing to do, i came here.
I could honestly say that i have changed a lot. Both in good and bad ways. One things for sure...i'm so much more mature. lol i was such a stupid little kid before, I swear. Well, that was the old me...and something inside me Kind of misses it. But another part...probably a bigger Part of me is glad that its gone and agrees with the changes.
I know this isn't the last i'll write of how much has changed cuz this is just the beginning... More changes, Much more changes will arise and catch us by surprise. Wait and see. Hey! Remember me? `~kel`` | | |
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