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Name: Miguel Paolo Yap Nickname: Migs Birthdate: October 1, 1982 Gender: Male Height: 5'11" Nationality: Filipino School: University of Asia and the Pacific Eyes: Brown-close-to-black Hair: Natural Black Star Sign: Libra Girl Obsession: Oriental beauties Faves Movie: The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King TV Shows: Lost, Alias, WWE Raw, WWE SmackDown! Video Games: Samurai Warriors, Dynasty Warriors 4 Books: The Lord of the Rings, The Silmarillion, Veronika Decides to Die Musicians: Brian McKnight, Utada Hikaru, Clay Aiken, Joss Stone Songs: Til They Take My Heart Away Athlete: Tim Duncan Dislikes: Nonsense music, Kobe Bryant, boy-bands, excessively kikay girls Relationship Status: Single 
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 Playing: Rivermaya - Himala OK, so maybe limerence isn't too bad for the health. Especially in cases involving absolutely unreachable and sinfully beautiful girls, where there is no room for senseless delusion - only senseless hormonal mania. Behold: Mew Azama 
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Damn..... ...at every moment of our lives, we all have one foot in a fairy tale and the other in the abyss... - Paolo Coelho, "Eleven Minutes" Migs, 10:59 PM 
Playing: Alicia Keys - If I Ain't Got You It is an ancient cliche, i know. And coming from me it sounds even older. But suddenly I felt like talking about love again. My friends who go way back would know that I've been crazy about the word, if not the whole concept, for ages. But it's plain to see that I barely know squat about it, and even now I can only claim that I'm beginning to comprehend a little of it. I've come only so far as to dissociate it with mere sentiment. Clearly it is also the work of the will, which in fact ensures love's survival even after sentiment has become but a flicker of the flame it once was. It's what keeps you up at night for someone in need, even though you can barely keep your head upright and your eyes open. It's wha compels you to stay someplace with them and make sure they are fine even though rush hour will soon make your house virtually unreachable. It makes you wipe their sweat and their snot, smell their morning breath and bosy odor, and makes you listen sympathetically when they're atrociously condemning you and the rest of the world for no apparent reason. And here I am, dreaming of and settling for limerence - for delusional passions and disordered idealism. Such idiocy. ...at every moment of our lives, we all have one foot in a fairy tale and the other in the abyss... - Paolo Coelho, "Eleven Minutes" Migs, 9:50 PM
Maria Mena "You gave this way more thought then it deserved." You say as I tell you about my fear of rejection. I wouldn't know better than to get scared, cause since we've met we've had this great connection. "You know concrete colored buildings all grow stale," you say as I look up dreaming. I know better than to include the both of us. But I can't sleep when you're gone and you say, "What's another day?" This stage of oblivion I find comfortable and prior to this I never spoke. You say you understand my absence now, and why I never tell jokes. "You know concrete colored buildings all grow stale," you say as I look up dreaming. I know better than to include the both of us. But I can't sleep when you're gone and you say, "What's another day?" when we're already getting use to gray. "What's another day?" when inspiration grows out from this. "What's another day?" when silence is the next best thing to this, and we're all getting used to hearing you say... "You know concrete colored buildings all grow stale," you say as I look up dreaming. I know better than to include the both of us. But I can't sleep when you're gone and you say, "You know concrete colored buildings all grow stale," you say as I look up dreaming. I know better than to include the both of us. But I can't sleep when you're gone and you say, "What's another day?" ...at every moment of our lives, we all have one foot in a fairy tale and the other in the abyss... - Paolo Coelho, "Eleven Minutes" Migs, 10:14 AM
I think I have managed to restore the state of peace and acceptance - the state that I had so carefully worked on before, but threw into the trash due to a foolish rush of impulsiveness. At least now I know better than to put myself in a position where I could go all the way back to square one, again. Let that which is in the past remain in the past. Many thanks to the long-suffering people who endured my stories, my hang-ups, and my many rebounds to square one, and offered advice and / or points of contemplation (particularly Quiaps, Mau, Nel, Ren, Jessa, Anna, Quing, and all the others I've failed to recall at the moment). I'm much better now. This is long overdue, really. *Sigh* Limerence. What a pain in the ass. ...at every moment of our lives, we all have one foot in a fairy tale and the other in the abyss... - Paolo Coelho, "Eleven Minutes" Migs, 1:21 PM
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