`tHanks to hosTs*
`siTe crediTs*

`MucH tHanks foR visiTing*
http://chi-chel.blogspot.com
*swings* ver 2.0
Blogger >> bLog
Photobucket >> phOto hoSting
Cbox >> taGboArd
Free-counters >> hiT counTer
Haloscan >> coMmenTs
phOtoshop = baNners
coReL draW = animatiOns
up DharMa dOwn = bG muSic

`bLurBs*
weird kid // close to being eccentric //
a pseudo vector artist //
graphic designing is what i do for fun // obsessive-compulsive //
musically inclined // can play the guitar // wish i can play the drums too, lol //
not so vain // ka-kikayan is in moderation //
vintage vintage // lurves aviators, jackets and hoodies //
orange pink and purple // splurges on books and starish items // vanilla frap adiktus //
techie girlie // juvenile and persuasive // an aspirant creative writer //
loathes flying ipis // dislikes jabaripikos and posers // red beetle cars //
nail polishes // back massage and foot spa //
i am taken and will always be (*oOops) //
fRieNdsTer
mYsPace
YM: rachiel_dc
Had a long talk with someone the other night. A talk that's long overdue. Our relationship has never been exactly "boring". Our peaks and valleys have been so dramatic and so frequent that I just gave up on the relationship. Ironically, this friendship keeps resurrecting itself. And no matter how many times we've fought, we've always patched things up. Our knowledge of each other is so intense and extensive that we can't help but love and hate each other.
No matter how far apart we are, our concern and compassion for each other never really change. We exchange all sorts of hurtful words during these painful situations, but if one of us is in trouble, the other one's willing to help out (or at the very least, find out about what happened).
Just recently, we had a 6 month on-and-off-season, the longest we've ever had. And when we started talking to each other again, our comfort level was still the same -- it was like the time we spent apart never even happened!
I've said, "I hate this person" so many times in the past, when we'd fight and I'd be right and he'd be wrong (kidding). I've said, "Let's forget about this" and "I gave up" more times than I can count. Strangely enough, I realize I still really do care about him.

On the swing set that never breaks
Back and forth I shall fly
Reaching to the wind, soaring high
Leaving all my troubles behind