Fallen angels at my feet
...Whispered voices at my ear
Death before my eyes--lying next to me I fear
She beckons me, shall I give in?
Upon my end shall I begin.
Forsaking all I've fallen for...
I rise to meet the end*

The Letter ‘M’

April 19, 2006

I just checked on the mango tarts I bought for myself and my boyfriend the other day and, oh my God, the chunks of sliced mangoes on top looked like it became pale wooden strips. I tell you, the fridge in our office can kill! It must be below below negative adgjowtfadfs degrees in there!

The poor little things…. Bet it hurts to be a naked Inuit, too. =\

Speaking of mangoes, I suddenly found myself looking for info about Joe D’Mango. Instead, I found an old LoveNotes posting site back at ‘05. I’ve read some of Joe’s “Love cases” and replies and, well, it’s pretty interesting. :)

Read on, and have fun. :D

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Ouch! Must have been so painful to face reality… Anyway, life must go on!?…

Posted by Alvin at April 19, 2006, 8:21 pm

[1] Thanks, Alvin. :)

Yeah, it is. While reading the stories of these women, I can't help but feel sorry for them. :( Life must go on, indeed. We don't have any other choice.

I'm not sure if Joe is still into this LoveNotes thing… his advices were really something….

Posted by electronicgraffiti at April 20, 2006, 5:17 pm

Funny. When I got home last Wednesday, I saw the day's issue of Inquirer Libre, and upon opening it randomly, I saw - what else - Love Notes.

The title was funny, He's had many girlfriends, but it's the guy that he remembers most. I might blog on it (even post the story) when I get the time.

Posted by Arbet at April 21, 2006, 2:42 pm

[3] Ahahaha! :D

Posted by electronicgraffiti at April 23, 2006, 9:06 am

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