eXoticXtina55's blog: "me myself and chris"

This is the saddest day so far.... You were contented to build some dream... now that the dream is not coming to be real, I always saw you looking at the sea.... maybe you were thinking some meaning why are u still here. I wanted to talk to you, hear your thoughts, what's really buggin you out, but, I am scared to know. But it really amazes me to see you so calm, yet shoutin'... I know I am not part of any of you, but when you finally decide to left us, and I found out, you worried.. even Im not sayin anything, I know you are... you even talked to me. But I was hurt. So I kept what I felt... Is it so hrd for you to accept to be here stuck with me? I wont forget the last smile you shot at me....

care for a drink to a lonely lady in here??? just before i go.

shallow... floating.... me like that.... buzzing in around.... roaming to every places but still never know where is my destination... journey is my thing... yet i dont know where to go... peeps... it was time to put myself to rest.... thanks to all of you who hit me here....

hey guys buy me a drink coz i'm freking thirsty!!!!!

well, having a week here isnt good at all...i just met one and then what.... you know who you are.... i thought you are true and everything but just like them you are an ass! ass!

When I look inside myself to find what is there, I find nothing. There is only me the seeker looking. But is this just a tautology? What else could there be except what I find - the witness to the enquiry. Clearly, the seeker is the sought, but does this mean anything?