JANNINE IRISH LOPEZ OPLADO
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Upon reading this: “Before deleting photos and other user data from its service last May, Friendster offered a custom exporter tool for users to transfer certain data to other services. Unfortunately, it appears that photos exported to Multiply using Friendster’s tool did not actually make it here successfully. We’ve fielded quite a few questions from people who attempted to export their photos and are upset to learn they didn’t make it over. We certainly understand and sympathize with the frustration, but unfortunately there is nothing we can do at this point. ” I suddenly feel upset. Bwisit uy. All of the memories inscribed on those photos become unappreciated. My kids and grandkids won’t be able to see my untidy but happy days during highschool, especially my future and if-ever husband if naga exist siya. aaaay. Inutil gyud uy, can’t help but bury this damn feeling inside my heart. DA! Na OA na. Bwiisit jud!
Passengers have completely passed by.
I’m done with my make-up and everything
But wait, it’s like tears will fall again.
I’ve been through this a million times before.
Endurance, the best thing to do.
But the pain is always tough and kicking
and what can I do?
I’m just a woman with a broken heart.
Supposedly, this is not my routine anymore.
Supposedly, I’ll sleep without the image of dreams for us.
But then I supposed, I’m still not over you.
So much not over you.
Months, Years, tons of promises of me not to think of you.
Sad fact, If you really love someone
they’ll always stay, by mind and by heart.
Can’t I have another love?
Can’t flirtations gets better and serious?
Cos I supposed I need to replace your area here.
But then I supposed, my heart is your slave or something like that.
Supposedly, this is not my routine anymore.
Supposedly, I’ll sleep without the image of dreams for us.
But then I supposed, I’m still not over you.
So much not over you.
Supposedly, this is not my routine anymore.
Supposedly, I’ll sleep without the image of dreams for us.
But then I supposed, I’m still not over you.
So much not over you.
(c) JANNINE IRISH OPLADO
feeling-composer. HAHAHAHAHA
