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Name: Lois Cruz

Member for: 36 weeks 16 hours

Last login: 20 weeks 17 hours [offline]

Date of Birth: 22.7.1983(25)

Country: PHILIPPINES

Profession: Marketing Supervisor

I am looking for: friendship

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I'm obsessive about notes. I write down even minute things that normal people think are worthless of any effort. I scribble all the time. I’m addicted to magazines of domestic genus: Woman’s Day, Family Circle, Country Living, Martha Stewart’s...etc. I don’t have enough patience in almost everything, I guess… (well, except writing notes?) especially with a lousy conversation. People often laugh at me when I say my friends call me Lindot. ---- Does it really sound funny? I go wild when I see cute bookmarks in stores. I collect: bookmarks, books, notepads, stamps, coins (w/brando), nice paper clips, boxes, books, books and a lot more books. I dislike what, normally, others like. Wanna be the girl in “Bend it Like Beckham” Sports: soccer, bowling, dart, chess and eating (I think, I’ll win in an eating contest if I ever tried joining one) Favorite Food: I’m not so picky when it comes to food. I eat anything that is clean, delicious and nutritious – mhumph…I just over eat all the time, that means it doesn’t bring any good instead. Now, I’m kinda into eating ground bangus meat sautéed in a bucket of chopped onions and garlic and a handful of pepper. I have low tolerance in cold temperature. I can perfectly live in a humid niche than air conditioned one. Thanks to the makers of fleece blankets I survive cold nights. Have a BIG problem with memory loss. Notes make sense. I’m pressured living up to my reputation as a pain in the ass. I love fruit shakes with pearls. I’m all for self expression, even in fashion- my “dugyut” and out of trend style is a self expression *yick*. I pity other people wearing something “signature” just to blow horn, “I’m wearing Viutton but I don’t know him, that means I’m a jerk” (others don’t even know how to read their names correctly… isn’t it crazy? And they have all the guts to brag!) HUMANS! Oh, I adore Jamie Elizabeth Sullivan (played by Mandy Moore) in “A Walk to Remember.
My problem is...

I haven’t lately:
1. haven’t finished reading the book (Second Messiah – ‘bout Freemasonry) that’s in deep slumber in my bag despite its detrimental atmosphere. yesterday, he thought I’m lousy reader. maybe I am. now, he’s likely to develop ads – attention deficit syndrome- he wants my eyes kept on him. only him – my book.
2. haven’t done oil pastel art… or acted like a virtuoso and brag to my only avid fan, my sketch book. he doesn’t have a choice, after all, I’m in control of his existence. he doesn’t want to be crumpled, torn down into bits kissing the ass-es of the flies and maggots in the trash.
3. haven’t tried to pick the hoary crisp strings of my guitar (c/o brando, thanks). guess I’m suffering tune-rhythm-memory-loss. please tune up the beat .
4. haven’t scribbled new stupid vocabs in my daily notes. its clean white empty. where have the words gone?
5. haven’t read a newspaper. well, this is one thing I don’t feel bad I haven’t done lately. I’m so fed up with those crap. i get depress, agitated, shaking of anger whenever I do. spare me. I’m not being reactionary, I just need a break… to breathe.
6. haven’t been thinking lately. so dumb of me. so dumb!
I don’t know what kept me “busy” lately that I quite forgot who I am, quite forgot the things I always love to do.

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Soliloquies in the Mourning
Mourning captured me to the wilderness of superficial cosmos
Craving for reason
Hungry for meanings
Famished for higher purpose
So this is life
Complicated yet trivial
A burden yet trifle
My soliloquies
In the mourning

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Elixir of Life
Writing when you don’t feel like writing. Ideas squirted out to the quicksand of ineffable. I don’t remember how. I’ll never fathom why. Aridity devours my brain. Felt the goosebumps of vulture epitaph, rejoicing for new scavenge. I’ll be dead. Writing is the Elixir of Life. My brain refuses to write. I’ll be dead. Soon.

What I love to do:

Reading, Collecting Bookmarks, Watching great/art films, Painting, Travelling, Playing football
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