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currently known as COMOT

what do my close buddies call me?

mel: puan, la~zelia
mahesh: eelz
sha & the gang: naz (honestly i hate this one)
the rest: just plain ol' elia
my matahari: that's a secret *wink*

i'm not a sexybomb, i'm just ..
+ potentially malignant medical student
+ psychogenically dependant on music
+ loves the sound of the guitar
+ have strong feelings towards everything
+ easily distracted
+ hates rules
+ responsible for own actions
+ hates being envious
+ imaginative
+ good sense of humour
+ likes to be loved (honestly who doesn't?)
+ finds it hard to trust someone
+ easily hurt

Cursed Ogre from the Mysterious Ominous Tower

♥tag in baby♥

♥mp3♥

+KENT-protection
+THE BRILLIANT GREEN-angel song
+PLACEBO-every you every me
+MUSE-sing for absolution
+MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE-you know what they do to guys like us in prison
+INCUBUS-a certain shade of green
+DASHBOARD CONFESSIONAL-the places you have come to fear the most

♥music to my ears♥
placebo
kent
the brilliant green
incubus
dashboard confessional
the cure
radiohead
all saints
alicia keys
usher
fullmetal alchemist OST
cokelat
gerhana ska cinta

♥my eyecandy♥
bleach
naruto
one piece
gakuen alice
konjiki no gash bell
school rumble
samurai champloo
yakitate japan
tactics
shin chan
desperate housewives
one tree hill
SATC

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|cokelat|
|muse|
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|punktorrent|
|naruto|
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Of love ..

When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

taken from The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran

TO AWAK ...

THANX FOR MAKING ME BELIEVE IN IT ..
HAPPY 4TH ANNIVERSARY ..
WUV U PUPPY!

miss comot @ 11/25/2005 01:14:00 PM

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