. grrrl .

kate, 18, is currently a junior journalism major at the university of the philippines, diliman.

she digs buffy the vampire slayer, pays homage to faith and eliza dushku, and drools over spike and james marsters' accent. she cried when tara died in "seeing red". she had desperately tried to dye her hair the exact colour of willow's hair for several times now, but miserably failed. every time.

when she's not abandoning everything else for the love of buffy, she also writes much, while listening to sarah mclachlan, tori amos, clair marlo, lisa loeb, lifehouse, the corrs, matchbox twenty, and evanescence.

she's single, and she (thinks) she's now tired of looking at the wrong places for the right person.

[she's crazy about webdesign, and she swears she'll marry the geniuses behind adobe photoshop and macromedia dreamweaver. check out her recommendations, as well as her other sites at linkage.]

Bullet

He put a
bullet through
your chest.

Blood
spraying out
like mist,
words, "Your shirt,"
rolling out your
lips.

He put a
bullet through
your chest,

memories of the morning
you spent wrapped in red sheets,
spiralling into a hole,
like water in a
sink.

He put a
bullet through
your chest,

the tiny piece of metal
destroying everything -

from your soft hair,
to your shy grin,
to your stutter
that makes you less
perfect, but more
human, down
to everything else
that makes you,
You.

A bullet through your chest.

He
put a
bullet
through your chest.

He put a bullet
through
your
chest…

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