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| Last night I decided to webcam with a friend and I am not sure if it was a good idea or not.
After we were on cam for a few minutes, my friends asked me why is there a man behind me. Knowing that I was in my room all by myself and there isn't anyone there with me I told him to stop joking with me. He continued to ask me why was there a man behind me looking down at me. I looked at my screen and didn't see anything there behind me but the closet. He then asked me if I saw the man behind me. After realizing that I cannot see the man he apparently saw he freaked out and told me not to panic. He told me that the man he saw was in a ragged pants and fishing shirt. The guy was looking down at me so with the angle of my webcam he cannot see the face. (I was lying on my stomach with the webcam aimed at my my face so what he saw would have been from the bottom of my face up and whatever space wasn't taken by my face.
After what he told me it made me realized that maybe this guy came by two nights ago. Two nights about I was up late chatting with a friend and all of a sudden I got the chills. It was bad enough to the point where my teeth were rattling and I was shaking under my blanket.
Scary....so I did the only that logical...I ran downstairs and stayed up all night. =(
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| I discovered this evening that my great grandmother passed away. However, I am thankful that it was in her sleep and not in some painful state like my dad and grandma.
The last time I saw her, it was at four years of age.
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| The first snow of the season came rolling down from white puffy clouds today; technically, yesterday November 8th.
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Bonding of Soul
A wandering soul,
Searching for the bond,
For the thread pulls,
Ever so lightly it tugs,
Passing by,
Looking into people's eyes,
Searching and waiting for signs,
Fighting against time,
Destiny kept them apart, seems like it's from the start,
For they are connected at the heart,
The thread lightly pulls,
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| Hmm...is it love or is it infatuation? I am starting to miss my mysterious boy, the one I talked to on Sunday night. I miss the sound of his voice, the comments he makes, the way he talks, his honesty, and most importantly the way we talk about nothing and everything. =(
For some reasons I hate being IGNORED.
Hmmm...things that gets on my nerves are:
1) Being ignored...
2) Not leaving on time...
3) Others are late...
4) Having to reschedule my time...
5) Guys wearing baggy pants...must be clean cut
6) Guys walking like they are crippled...
7) Thuggish or gangster wannabe behaviors...
8) Repeating myself...
9) Lack of common senses...
Besides that...I can pretty much ignore everything else...=)
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