By Age of the Diary on Apr 1, 2013 in:
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picture from here I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to write. With the music drowning me from the noise around, I felt compelled to produce something since I am within the arena of my own... This is a personal blog of someone who's fasc...
By Sikat Si Kat on Jun 4, 2011 in:
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I stared straight at Miguel’s unmoving reflection in the mirror. A while ago, when the fortune-teller handed me the tiny piece of paper where a spell was written, I was sure it would never work. But when I began chanting the words written in a scri...