tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post115092125669186932..comments2023-09-11T22:55:01.527+08:00Comments on As I Was Passing: Somewhere in the nightJennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14359604151544863025noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-1152114556475893462006-07-05T23:49:00.000+08:002006-07-05T23:49:00.000+08:00Praby! I love you!*Mwah* *Mwah*Praby! I love you!<BR/><BR/>*Mwah* *Mwah*Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14359604151544863025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-1152114336168950692006-07-05T23:45:00.000+08:002006-07-05T23:45:00.000+08:00I really do like you blog jenn...This post in part...I really do like you blog jenn...This post in particularly touching...the hurt rings loud...Sometimes it feels like this is always so...you part ways, you move on and then when you meet again, there is no new common ground, only what was common in our past...and it feels sad...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-1151156963889512302006-06-24T21:49:00.000+08:002006-06-24T21:49:00.000+08:00It can be productive I suppose. When you have noth...It can be productive I suppose. When you have nothing to do, you produce.<BR/><BR/>Or reproduce.<BR/><BR/>I keep getting the two mixed up.Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14359604151544863025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-1151128100972869902006-06-24T13:48:00.000+08:002006-06-24T13:48:00.000+08:00I agree. Being alone with your thoughts can be bo...I agree. Being alone with your thoughts can be both good and harmful. I wish it was more productive.David Chohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10635380194329897550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-1151042526240181892006-06-23T14:02:00.000+08:002006-06-23T14:02:00.000+08:00No. Some of it blunts the pain. Like Thorazine. Su...No. Some of it blunts the pain. Like Thorazine. Supposed to stabilise you or some such thing. Of course, once the sensitivity is blunted you cannot write....no feeling anymore.Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14359604151544863025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-1151041866568871522006-06-23T13:51:00.000+08:002006-06-23T13:51:00.000+08:00I think dope would heighten your state of pain eve...I think dope would heighten your state of pain even more! Dont you think?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-1150994679596571622006-06-23T00:44:00.000+08:002006-06-23T00:44:00.000+08:00Nessa: Knowing it's my worst time of the day I won...Nessa: Knowing it's my worst time of the day I wonder at myself for always staying up to catch it. Almost as if I'm afraid to miss my sorrow, if not.<BR/><BR/>Grey Shades: We two. The volatile ones. And yet, I don't know if I would dope myself up to feel less.Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14359604151544863025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-1150971680380817532006-06-22T18:21:00.000+08:002006-06-22T18:21:00.000+08:00Yeah love is damn strange! Something similar was h...Yeah love is damn strange! Something similar was happening to me in the wee hours of morning today.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-1150971381703643862006-06-22T18:16:00.000+08:002006-06-22T18:16:00.000+08:00Everything seems worse at three in the morning. We...Everything seems worse at three in the morning. We torture ourselves with what we consider our past,current and future failures.Nessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07779269921583131094noreply@blogger.com