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I WANT:
all kind of foods.
to travel more!
peace of mind.
lots of $$$$ :D.
good movies
nice people
a new identity.
my own time :)
cheese.
a golden tan.
beautiful ladies.
independecy ASAP.
no rules!
to learn bisaya.

I HATE:
waking up early
school
being a bum =_=
doing errands
'elephant' pants
my NOSE
loss of money
rats, cockroaches & frogs
this poor country
fake people
anything w/ cocnut milk
attendance!!
B-L-O-O-D

what's the time?

★YUP, NOTHING'S UP!




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Wednesday, 16 September 2009
:) / 8:54 pm

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Monday, 24 August 2009
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Sunday, 31 May 2009
Puedo Escribir / 8:44 pm

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.

Escribir, por ejemplo: 'La noche está estrellada,
y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos.'

El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.

En las noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos.
La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.

Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.
Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos.

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.

Oir la noche inmensa, más inmnesa sin ella.
Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.

Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guadarla.
La noche está estrellada y ella no está conmigo.

Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.
Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.

Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.
Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo.

La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos árboles.
Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise.
Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído.

De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.
Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.
Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.

Porque en noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos,
mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.

Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa,
y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo.


Tuesday, 5 May 2009
My Photo Blog. / 2:30 am

1. A picture of you in your room.
Mahilig ako magpicture sa room kaso binubura ko lang din agad, yan na lang nakita kong matino sa files ko.

2. A picture of you feeling very energetic.
Saya sa beach e! :-D

3. A picture of you on a birthday.
Solid na party ni Mec, pinaka-naenjoy ko sa lahat ng birthday parties.

4. The youngest picture of yourself you can find in digital form.
Highschool prom, yak.

5. 5. A picture of you in one of your favorite outfits.
Kahit ilang beses ko pa ulitin kahit ano dyan sa suot ko, lab na lab ko lalo na yun skirt na green grabe almost 8 years na sken yan!

6. A picture of you making a goofy face at the camera.
Eto na lang, nakakatamad mamili sa dami kong goofy pics. Random picked lang ;-)

7. A picture of you in a team/club/group you were in.
Group 2: Team PASTA.

8. A picture of a day or night you regret.
I regret everything and I am so sorry, Lord.

9. A picture of the real you.

Sabog na sabog, lalo na pag kakagising lang.

10. The most recent picture of you.
With my soupmate Kuya Bob, kanina lang sa school! :-D

11. A picture of you being absolutely ridiculous.
Laseng, gamol, gago at nakakadiri. Inapakan ko pa ata yan after ko ikuskos sa mukha ko then SUBO, KAGAT, NGUYA.. LUNOK.

12. A picture of a time in your life that's over, but you are missing already.
Sakin na lang yon, haha.

13. A picture of a time in your life that's over, and you couldn't be more thankful that it is.
Mas lalong akin na lang 'to, isipin mona lang over na tabachoy days ko.

14. A picture of you that you had no idea was being taken.
Lambingan lang kasi :)

15. A picture of you when you were a different person than you are now.
O tangina hanggang crush at titig na lang ako, i dont want anything beyond that ULIT. Haha

16. A picture of you in a fashion "don't".
Korean kimono, sinukat ko lang sa klasmeyt ko hahaha. Sagwa.

17. A picture of yourself that you hate.
TANGINA TIGNAN MO NAMAN NAKAKADIRI LAHAT PUCHA.

18. A picture that describes how you'd like to spend everyday.
Eto lang talaga, ikaw lang talaga.

19. A picture of a time when everything was changing.
Wala na Talaga..

20. A picture of your best smile.
Ibang-iba talaga mga smile ko noon, shit.

21. A picture of the best day (or night) of your life.
Basta. Masaya 'to kasi malungkot kami.. Kaya dapat masaya.


Friday, 1 May 2009
ART (Another Random Thought) / 2:39 pm

it likes to creep in through the backdoor. before i know it, im living with it. it has already made a room for itself, has strewn its dirty socks all over the carpet and has used up all the toothpaste. however uninvited it was from the start, i still want it to stay. i didnt think it was the right time, but i am happy that i am exactly where i wanted to be. it wasnt the usual way where it starts out all cheese and thrills or with the nice impressions. it was 'friendship'. i never fix my hair, dress-up pretty and got all the nervous and cold when i was about to see the stars. i never had an agenda in the beginning, no games, no expectations. it was very honest and real note. it was a special friendship that grew long before i realised that caring about this treasure was a great deal. i was on high before i knew it. it fills me with hapiness that is both simple and profound. it was growing like a wild thing. everyday became perfectly ordinary days.. its a soft embrace, imperfections and all. differences, in that respect was out of the mold - was a risk and free-fall. yet its working so beautifully. ive never felt so healthy :)


How Deep The Father's Love for Us / 1:15 pm

How Deep The Father's Love for Us
by Stuart Townend

How deep the Father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure

How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory

Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers

It was my sin that helped Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished

I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection

Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom


Sunday, 29 March 2009
MIHCA JOURNEY!! / 1:18 am


MY NEWEST CHAPTER IN LIFE - FOCUS!


I CAN DO THIS!!


Something For Everybody. / 1:17 am

Everybody's Free
(to wear sunscreen)
by Baz Luhrman

Mary Schmich
Chicago Tribune

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '97... wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be IT.

The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.

I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.

You are NOT as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't, maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't, maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents, you never know when they'll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.