tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80561872011-07-15T10:06:09.466+09:30whispers that only that scrony little crack in the corner of my wall endures cornerwhispers@hotmail.coma hidden soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15550990589198904739noreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056187.post-1137145786832931502006-01-13T19:08:00.000+09:302006-01-13T19:19:46.843+09:30So, if u know this guy, just let mt know please<br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v384/The_Sweetest_Whore/france01.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056187-113714578683293150?l=cornerwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Remy Ettiennehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06502606882503669026noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056187.post-1131831157900766462005-11-13T06:59:00.000+09:302005-11-13T07:02:37.913+09:30i'm starting to get the feeling that he is hiding behind every object in my dreams,<br />i've surpressed him enough for him not to be visible..<br />and yet, i get the feeling that he is trying to get a glimpse of me, and be near me in any way possible<br /><br />i get the feeling that he plays the characters in my dreams that have no importance, no face, no real roll,<br />i feel like he plays that man with no face that hands me a ticket or that is walking his dog!<br />can anyone get it?, i know it sounds weird, but.. does it make any sense?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056187-113183115790076646?l=cornerwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mohohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01143178250107969468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056187.post-1124999792472079062005-08-26T05:24:00.000+09:302005-08-26T05:26:32.476+09:30<a href="http://www.exstatica.net/albums/album09/DSC00060.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.exstatica.net/albums/album09/DSC00060.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056187-112499979247207906?l=cornerwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mohohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01143178250107969468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056187.post-1108891524457566092005-02-20T18:48:00.000+09:302005-03-10T14:06:12.070+09:30<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v609/shoot-my-self/Yo%20yo%20y%20mas%20yo/Pics-I004-1.jpg"><br /><span style="color:cc3366;">SOMETIMES I FEAR TO SLEEP,<br />CAUSE IM AFRAID I'LL HAVE TO WAKE UP AGAIN...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056187-110889152445756609?l=cornerwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Remy Ettiennehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06502606882503669026noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056187.post-1107044931750946962005-01-30T09:45:00.000+09:302005-01-30T10:13:48.446+09:30As silent as she could be, <br />she slowly drained her woes away, <br />longing for the pain to go away, <br />for that was all she could do to stay away, <br />away from the darkness that has crept into her room... <br /> <br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v38/mohobelni/Art%20images/theburdenofhermemories.jpg"> <br />"The burden of her memories" <br />RAY CAESAR <br />http://www.raycaesar.com <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056187-110704493175094696?l=cornerwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mohohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01143178250107969468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056187.post-1099589272699018762004-11-05T02:54:00.000+09:302004-11-07T15:21:23.223+09:30<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v38/mohobelni/Movies/Amelie/cap018.bmp">wishing <br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v38/mohobelni/Movies/Amelie/cap017.bmp">life <br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v38/mohobelni/Movies/Amelie/cap016.bmp">could <br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v38/mohobelni/Movies/Amelie/cap014.bmp">be <br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v38/mohobelni/Movies/Amelie/cap012.bmp">simple <br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v38/mohobelni/Movies/Amelie/cap001.bmp">again <br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v38/mohobelni/Movies/Amelie/cap002.bmp">today, <br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v38/mohobelni/Movies/Amelie/cap013.bmp">don't u?... <br /> <br /> <br /> That i could just simply say what i want without thinking it twice and not having to regret eventually. <br />Sometime's you'll take risks and it will be a fruitfull ending, and some other times, most of the times, it will be a complete fiasco!. <br />What do i have to lose?, mmm... if i tell him, if i kiss him, if i tell her, if i kiss her...mmmm... so much to think about... <br />mmm, better not dig in to these sort of thoughts, <br />better give "time", the time to tell me something right?. <br /> <br />Can i just please feel loved right now??? <br />PLEASE, can i just have a few butterflys in my belly??, just a few!! <br />please? <br /> <br /> <br />(NOTE: pictures provided by Mnik -thanx love!-) <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056187-109958927269901876?l=cornerwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>a hidden soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15550990589198904739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056187.post-1097370386513505772004-10-10T09:49:00.000+09:302004-10-10T10:41:19.036+09:30when I’m with you it's like... <br />i'm so nervous and fearful that I’ll say something wrong <br />and turn you off <br />It’s like I can't really be liked by you, I honestly just want <br />To be accepted by you <br />there's no way I can say something right, <br />and it sucks 'cause when i'm with you, i just wanna know about you, <br />just hear you speak, <br />see you looking at me, <br />i'm so nervous around you, <br />it's just hard to describe... <br /> <br /><img src="http://apm.brookes.ac.uk/egiourousis/Amelie-trailer_09.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <br />wish you could just call me, show me that you want to know about me, <br />so that i wouldn't doubt so much, <br />so that i would have faith in you and that it'll be ok and i don't have to wonder <br />so that i could just dream and not doubt and wonder, <br />wish i could say this to your face... <br />not be so afraid... <br />wish i could trust my heart a little bit more, <br />wish that i could be braver <br />wish i could have an answer <br /> <br /><img src="http://coco.raceme.org/films/ameliepoulain/images/amelie108.jpg"> <br /> <br />wish i would know if you liked me or not!!! <br />then I’d be confident enough to come <br />up to you and open up, but the reality <br />is that i can barely speak around you, <br />the sounds that u hear coming out of my mouth are mechanical, they are words that <br />i've programmed to go off whenever i'm afraid or just don't know what to say, <br />like, "so, what have you been up to?" <br />"how's your work coming along?" <br />pitiful conversational mumble! <br /> <br />but now the question is, what do i do?, do i call u tomorrow? <br />should i e-mail you tomorrow?, <br />what should i write about?, r u gonna answer it? <br />should i text message u?, will u answer it? <br />should i keep my hopes up? or <br />should i give up and get over this as quick as possible before it gets worse? <br />should i ignore u and pretend i don't care what's up with you? <br />or should i follow my impulse and desire to tell you how i feel?, <br />should i give you a gift?, to show u i feel something for you?, would that work? or would it scare you?........ <br /> <br />what would you tell your friends???, <br />if you feel awkward around me afterwards, how r u gonna blow me off? <br />i don't want that!!! <br />i don't want you to ignore me like if i was some crazed fanatic!!!, <br />how will you let me know if you don't want anything to do with me?? <br />that's gonna hurt me so bad!!!!, <br /> <br />i feel like a kid waiting for <br />his mom to give the first spank!, i have my eyes closed shut with all my might, <br />my body is tense, any minute now, the first slap will come and all will be over, <br />in a way it'll be relief because i won't be waiting for anymore, just the <br />spanks I’ll receive and I’ll go to my room, under my bed, <br />I’ll cry for a few hours, fall asleep and then <br />my mum will fix me a bowl of soup!... <br />life is normal again! <br /> <br /><img src="http://www.patrick.fm/images/amelie.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056187-109737038651350577?l=cornerwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>a hidden soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15550990589198904739noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056187.post-1097098476027388392004-10-07T06:57:00.000+09:302004-10-07T07:04:36.026+09:30I finally had a sigh of relief the other night!, yey for me! <br />but here's the funny part, as i was laying in my bed, the thought of him came right back, but immediately i thought of this other person i got a little intimate with and boom, i felt turned on again (yess!!) and it was great! <br /> <br />But this morning i wanted some pleasure again, and when i thought about him i didn't get turned on!, just with the thought of the other person!!, mmmm, now i wonder, does this mean i'm turned on by the fact that it is just not meant to be with the other one and just thinking about doing something bad does it for me? or... does this mean that i just LIKE/LOVE the guy but am physicaly attracted to the other?, mmm, kinda worries me!... <br /> <br />I better wait and see what happens!... <br /> <br /><img src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/touchstone_pictures/the_village/rockingchair.jpg"><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056187-109709847602738839?l=cornerwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>a hidden soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15550990589198904739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056187.post-1096851487754206942004-10-04T10:23:00.000+09:302004-10-04T15:57:14.216+09:30As i tried to jack off the other night, i couldn't help thinking of this guy i like, for some reason, it got me all depressed and i couldn't think of anything else but why i'm not with this guy!. <br />It's as if God or whatever "all powerful" being you want to name, didn't want me to masturbate that night!, it was terrible!! <br /> <br />wish i could just be a little less afraid and try to tell something meaningful to the guy!... just wishful thinkin' i guess! <br /> <br />to be continued... <br /><img src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/touchstone_pictures/the_village/bryce_dallas_howard/lensflare.jpg"><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056187-109685148775420694?l=cornerwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>a hidden soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15550990589198904739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056187.post-1095452893108488282004-09-18T05:53:00.000+09:302004-09-18T06:00:38.826+09:30there's this song that's been ringing in my head, kinda describes me, and another pop song that is cryed out to me. <br />It's amazing how you can just find songs that get to you and make you feel this way don't you think? <br /> <br />wish i could be loved!... <br /> <br />one of the songs says: <br />"you have such a pretty smile, it's a shame the things you hide behind it" <br /> <br />the other one: <br />"look for the girl with the broken smile, ask her if she wants to stay a while" <br /> <br />snif, snif, wish i could kiss....th....this person... <br /> <br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v38/mohobelni/moving%20pictures/pic_create_member_anim2.gif"><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056187-109545289310848828?l=cornerwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>a hidden soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15550990589198904739noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056187.post-1094421758229018822004-09-06T07:18:00.000+09:302004-09-06T07:32:38.230+09:30why am i letting this get to me?!, <br />u see, when we were younger it was different <br />and i know people change and everything but... why? <br />why did she say those things?!, <br /> <br />we've grown up together and been thru so much, <br />...i am officially "friendless" at school, <br />i'm so tired of this, depending on her to be there thru the good and bad!, <br />and when she's all vulnerable, it's like, oh, you're such a great person!... <br /> <br />wish i could go away,...i need to and feel like crawling up into my shell and not come out!!, wish i could be like that girl in that movie... <br /> <br />thank god for the power of chickflicks!, u learn to apreciate them when no one's around don't u?, i mean, u know the outcome, plot and still feel different everytime u see one!.........obviously i'd never admit this!!!, embarassing but true, haha, <br />what ever, i'm getting something to crawl up with!... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v38/mohobelni/donnie_darko_05.bmp" alighn= "left"> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056187-109442175822901882?l=cornerwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>a hidden soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15550990589198904739noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056187.post-1094237356839017092004-09-04T04:07:00.000+09:302004-09-04T04:21:55.620+09:30i lie as much as the next person, <br />i go to the bathroom and relax as i am sitting alone with my thoughts, <br />as i lye in bed, i'll masturbate to some sweet sounds on my radio, <br />then go to sleep totally relaxed and mentally prepare myself for a new day, <br /> <br />i'll think "dirty" thoughts as i masturbate, so that i may fall deeper into my own share of mental health, <br />as i lie to others i will be thinking of the truth and how much i have bended it, <br />as i shit on the toilette, the lumps and liquids that i secrate will go down into the abyss and be one with nature some day...aahh, sweet relaxing thougts... <br /> <br />now, how about you, how do u relax?, do u find me disgusting?, should i just sit here and write something "nice" so that who ever might come in here may think i am as sane and "normal" as the next person??, heh, thought so... <br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v38/mohobelni/Photography/playgroup.jpg" alighn= left><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056187-109423735683901709?l=cornerwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>a hidden soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15550990589198904739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056187.post-1093921145180589892004-08-31T12:21:00.000+09:302004-08-31T12:32:35.883+09:30i'm afraid friends will find out i have this hidden space <br />i'm afraid that when they read what i write, i will receive comments <br />i'm afraid that when they know i left messages as another person, they wont understand why...why i needed to... <br />i'm afraid of completley losing myself while trying to be who they would like me to be <br />i'm afraid i will smile the wrong way and he will notice i feel something... something i rarely feel... <br />i'm afraid i will be known for something stupid that i did instead of my usual tendencies... <br />i'm afraid of dissappearing... <br />i'm afraid of what life will be like for me after these activities... <br />i guess i just wanna crawl up within my shell, not come out, breathe in and out as long as i can... hope i will... <br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v38/mohobelni/Photography/Herb_Ritts04.bmp" alighn= right > <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056187-109392114518058989?l=cornerwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>a hidden soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15550990589198904739noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056187.post-1093603949034682572004-08-27T20:17:00.000+09:302004-08-27T20:22:29.033+09:30wish i could be somebodys dream, <br />somebody's desire, <br /> <br />wish i could be kissed, <br />it's been a while... <br /> <br />wish i felt atractive, <br />had some stares from good lookin' people, <br /> <br />wish i could be loved, <br />...not ignored... <br /> <br />to all you dreamers out there... don't kill yourselves yet!, depression is a beautyful process, melancholy is a gift given during solitude, don't waste it, savor it!... <br /> <br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v38/mohobelni/Photography/Herb_Ritts03.bmp" alighn= right><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056187-109360394903468257?l=cornerwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>a hidden soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15550990589198904739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056187.post-1093382978792458022004-08-25T06:57:00.000+09:302004-08-26T02:40:57.660+09:30Do it, yes, keep your mind on something else, <br />helps make everything go away… <br /> <br />I tend to have a problem associating with other people my age, usually I will modify what ever I have to and try to fit in as quick as possible… <br />I do get tired sometimes, I will say that,.. and it’s hard to admit that most of my life has been spent trying to fit in with the IN CROWD only to find out I screw it up and make it worse… <br /> <br />Day, night, afternoon, whatever… <br />School, home, park, wherever… <br /> <br />If I could just relax, be myself and be accepted and considered a “cool” person!, <br />One of the main reasons I started this space was to get away from the criticism I receive daily from friends and be able to say what I really want to say and observe reactions I guess, listen to comments… dunno… <br /> <br /><img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v38/mohobelni/AL34.bmp" align="center" /> <br /> <br />Born alone, die alone, <br />Wicked people destroy others, <br />Only one to count on is yourself, <br />Only one to listen to is… <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056187-109338297879245802?l=cornerwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>a hidden soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15550990589198904739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056187.post-1093322177585146502004-08-24T13:52:00.000+09:302004-08-27T20:25:41.233+09:30Alone i will sit tomorrow, pondering over what i should have said or done earlier that day, <br />i will probably screw up by making other people think that i'm this other person while i'm trying to convince them that i'm not that boring, that i can fit in... <br /> <br /> <br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v38/mohobelni/AL41.bmp" align="left" /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056187-109332217758514650?l=cornerwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>a hidden soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15550990589198904739noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056187.post-1093319338060137872004-08-24T13:15:00.000+09:302004-08-24T13:18:58.060+09:30I guess this post is for my self and for myself only, don't plan on being specific, just plan on expressing myself... where no one else will hear!. <br />Don't plan on giving my "friends" this cyber space as well... isn't worth standing the looks and criticism anyway!. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056187-109331933806013787?l=cornerwhispers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>a hidden soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15550990589198904739noreply@blogger.com0