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Starry_Night0959
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Name: Michael
Gender: Male
Interests: basketball, games, music, AIM, hanging with friends, ping pong (no one can beat me) , sleep, eat, TV, violin, making new friends.
Expertise: basketball, violin, and being the nicest guy ever if i wanted to
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  frozenfire0959
Member Since:
1/11/2005
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| "Unforgettable Place"
I saw my title as I was browsing through my posts, and then i realized "wow, this is actually a pretty fitting title that i came up with in 7th grade".
Sometimes i wish that i had written more in xanga, and hadn't been so vague about so many things. some of the posts in the past really remind me of the state of mind that i was in back when i wrote them. some of them happy, sad, excited, bored....heck, some of them not even my own. But when it all comes down to it, this place is like a map of all these years passed. From Rice, to Jasper, Plano, and now....college.
Sure has been a long way.
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| where did all the butterflies go?
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| To the only person that has ever had my truest and most sincere, from the heart respect...
There wasn't anyone else that was like you back then, and I have never met anyone quite like you since we've parted either. Even back in the days when we were only kids, you seemed to have been older than me. Well of course you were older than me, you were a year older. But it wasn't the difference in our ages that defined anything, it was the way you didn't call me by my full name like everyone else did, but instead, always called me by my nickname the way my family would. I really did feel like a child around you. I always had the feeling that you'd be around when I scraped my knee and take care of me. Always felt like you knew things that I didn't know, and that if you smiled and said so, then it must've been so.
but at the same time, how far away you did seem to me
I was always chasing after you, trying to catch up with you. Your steps were too quick and time wasn't on my side either. Year after year passed, and eventually came the year when we went to different schools. I remember I got sad over it because we wouldn't be having the same schedule anymore, and that I wouldn't see you walk up the same stairs at the same time anymore. Then came the year when we really parted ways. I remember that day when I ran away from you as fast as I could when my friend pointed you out from distance. The next time I saw you, your back was towards me and you were moving away from me. I chased after you, but lost sight of your silhouette in the crowd...
Then there was a hiccup
Somewhere down our paths during all these years, we managed to meet again. I became fluent in another language while you remained relatively unchanged. Maybe I shouldn't have used my full name that day when I pressed your doorbell. Maybe using my nickname would've pulled us a little closer by just that much. We talked, caught up, had our laughs for the moment. The familiar scent of summer wind blew by us, bringing back the familiar gentleness that you always had in your eyes.
Silence for two (three) more years
You never did contact me, and I never tried really hard to find you. And thus years passed by us once more. Until one night, one night just like any other, a hope was answered, and long waited times fulfilled. So much has changed. You've really grown up now, and you can actually communicate with me. You are no longer the girl with short hair but now a beautiful woman with a goal to achieve. At the same time, I'm timid about learning more about you, what if you're not the same as before? Will you still look at me the way you did when I was 9? Even with all these uncertainties to be answer in the future, I'm still very proud of who you are today, and I hope that you may be genuinely proud of who I've become as well.
...and the only person who has ever made me feel like a kid.
To my older sister.
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| disclaimer: this entry is not about you. you're not THIS important....
We haven't talked in a while, a long while actually. The last time we talked you kind of brushed me off. Probably because you were busy with something else or talking to other people. Whatever, I only picked up a conversation with you that time for friendship's sake. Scratch that, maybe I was looking for something more....
I really don't understand this relationship that exists between us. Or maybe I just don't understand. Few years ago we were so close. The days when we spent every moment possible with each other. I still remember those times, and they were some of the best times I've had my entire life. Strange, I seemed to have shared a lot of "best times of my life" with you. Do you remember them? Last time I checked you still do (to my surprise). But maybe you've already forgotten them by now. Who knows.
I remember the way you looked last time I saw you, and the time before that. But mainly recall your face from long ago. During those days when we never said anything to each other, but it seemed like we never really needed to. Time wasn't a factor that affected us back then. No, not us. We had all the time in the world to wait, to try things, to develop. Eventually came the day when we parted ways. A day which shot every second at me at point blank range, leaving me no time to take action. I don't think I've ever felt regret so deeply burned into me after that rainy day.
We haven't talked in a while. What's the first thing you say to me? Sheesh, grow up... I understand that it's hard for you right now, but seriously? Am I really that insignificant that I can't even bring out a "we haven't talked in a long time" from your emotional slumber? I'm really beginning to doubt a lot of things right now. Terms and phrases like "friends forever", "you mean a lot to me" and "I will always remember you" used to mean half the world to me, now they're just...words.
But then you left with a message saying "why do you always show up in my times of need". Oh how much the truth does hurt. Since my last unpleseant phone call with you half a year ago, I didn't really bother myself trying to communitcate past the point of "hi how you doing" with you. The one day that we just happen to get a inclement weather day, the one day that I just happen to spend my whole day online, the one day that I just happen to be on MSN, the one day we just happen to be online at the same time, the one day that you just happen to have gone through an emotional breakdown gets dumped all on me. Lovely. Yeah so, I'm kind of curious as to he answer to your question too. Why do I always show up in your times of need? Coincidence? Destiny?
TELL ME!!!!!!!
Goodness I'm confused and pissed off.....
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| 7-8
i remember
the days when it wasn't "new notification" but "new comment"
the days when it wasn't "new friend request" but "new weblog entry"
the days when it wasn't "tag certain people in the note" but "whoever comes here can read it"
remember that day...
when we discovered the bird nests outside of the orchestra room?
when you and i laughed until our stomachs couldn't take it anymore because of some stupid sounds?
when we secretly held hands during the movie without anyone knowing?
when you told me that i "go through girls like toys"?
do you remember...
the day we first met?
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