aion, saw mawik and the crowd knna sa may tryc station..sympre bangag pko that tym..
came from phet's debut last nyt @ binagonan rizal..
hehehe... ansya! uminom ako, pro 1 glass lang...pro lkas pren ng effect..hehehe...
met emman and denis din, macoy's cousin na from baste..c macoy ung tropa ni moris na ni phet...
la lang...msya... k2mis lang tlga c phet.. i heard na mgddrop out na cya.. tsk,tsk.. l2pat na ng skul...
aion..wla lang... i'm not in the mood to type here the whole story..bsta msya..
and may psok na nman bkas..........haaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyy...............
advance haburdei to my mom!!!!!!!!!!!!!:p
Sunday, August 29, 2004
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
after 10 years..
ookei... u guys missed half of my life.. lolz! joke!
la lang.. i'm so hapi! congrats nyko!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:p
hehehehe... aug. 22, 2004; a cinderella story @ sm mla.. with my luv..
*gets?!* UN na Un!!!!!!!!!!
how i wish na mgtgal kme...kht na may mga umeepal... well, thanks to apple! dhl sknya mjo lmlyo na ung epal..
cno ba nman kcng may gsto sa gurl na ngp2kbaba ka pra sa guy...dhl lam nya na nngh2na c eric pg nk2kita cya ng gurl na umiiyak, sympre gnon ggwen ng gurl.. ahh, ewan.. trust nlang tlga..
and i know my frends are there nman e.. hehehe.. sympre cla apple and frank ksbay nmen... hehehehe...wla lang..
aion, closing ng sportsfest smyaw kme.. eric, frank, sedric, yu, aldwin, me, ivy, rach, dia, aki...
pakshet! infront of all people pre! *well, snay ako sa stage mjo dim kc and infront af an all gurls na crowd..
i was shaking tlga that time, pro the show must go on..kya cge.. pro 'twas fun nman...
o cia, gtg...
mawik: amishu! saw u nga with kae... grbe, haba na ng hair ni kae!
i wish witness nyo nga mga changes sa lyf ko.. if only pwde ako smli sa prex, pro knowing na ngddorm ako..mlabo..
la lang.. i'm so hapi! congrats nyko!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:p
hehehehe... aug. 22, 2004; a cinderella story @ sm mla.. with my luv..
*gets?!* UN na Un!!!!!!!!!!
how i wish na mgtgal kme...kht na may mga umeepal... well, thanks to apple! dhl sknya mjo lmlyo na ung epal..
cno ba nman kcng may gsto sa gurl na ngp2kbaba ka pra sa guy...dhl lam nya na nngh2na c eric pg nk2kita cya ng gurl na umiiyak, sympre gnon ggwen ng gurl.. ahh, ewan.. trust nlang tlga..
and i know my frends are there nman e.. hehehe.. sympre cla apple and frank ksbay nmen... hehehehe...wla lang..
aion, closing ng sportsfest smyaw kme.. eric, frank, sedric, yu, aldwin, me, ivy, rach, dia, aki...
pakshet! infront of all people pre! *well, snay ako sa stage mjo dim kc and infront af an all gurls na crowd..
i was shaking tlga that time, pro the show must go on..kya cge.. pro 'twas fun nman...
o cia, gtg...
mawik: amishu! saw u nga with kae... grbe, haba na ng hair ni kae!
i wish witness nyo nga mga changes sa lyf ko.. if only pwde ako smli sa prex, pro knowing na ngddorm ako..mlabo..
Friday, August 20, 2004
from a mail
THE PREMISE of this article lies on the principle that sometimes, loving a person doesn't mean it has to be romantic and loving a person for the rest of your life doesn't mean you have to end up marrying them. Can a man and a woman just be friends? I'd say yes and they should be.
Hindi dahil kinaibigan ka, liligawan ka na. Not every guy who befriends you has an ulterior motive. Get over yourself. Don't flatter yourself. There is a reason why he befriended you, but don't automatically assume that it's because he wants to be your so-called boyfriend. If this will be the principle you'll follow every time someone asks you to be his friend, you're gonna miss a great deal from the friendship.
Hindi dahil mabait sa iyo, nililigawan ka na. There are people who are naturally sweet and kind. There are people who are innately good and no matter how wicked you seem, they just find it so easy to be kind to you. It doesn't mean he is courting you. Don't put yourself through unnecessary stress trying to figure out if he's courting you or not. Because I think if he is, you won't have to guess, you'll know and you'll be very certain about it.
Hindi dahil he talks to you a lot, he loves you na. You don't befriend a person if you absolutely abhor him, right? Chances are you make sense when he talks to you, or you're probably very patient listening to him. The two of you probably connect on some level but why does it always have to be assumed to be romantic? Being two intelligent, mature human beings, you need to accept that it's nice to share a cup of coffee over a stimulating conversation, and that you don't have to automatically put romantic connotation to it. Relieve yourself of the pressure. It's just coffee and a shared interest.
Hindi dahil cute ang friend mo, crush/love mo na siya. This is the most amusing thing that hit me lately. People always assume that because your friend is cute or should I say, hot (because cute is a word you describe your high school crush while hot is a word you use to describe a hunk), "lakas amats mo na for repapips!" Let me just say this, at least from my own personal experience, I'm just nearsighted, I haven't gone blind. I can still appreciate God's creation! However, there will always be weird things, crazy things, stupid things that will keep you, believe me, from having a crush on him. First of all, you'd know his history with women, enough to judge what's good for you. Second, don't you just hate it when a guy who's absolutely always put together, who looks intelligent enough pronounces the word country as "kawntri" and the word mango as "meynggo." Call me crazy for judging a person just because he can't pronounce these words right. I admit, I'm crazy.
Hindi dahil you hang out with each other most of the time, you'd end up being boyfriend-girlfriend. Self-explanatory... There are a thousand, no million different reasons why things don't always turn out that way. There is no one proven formula. For all we know, the reason why he likes hanging out with you is because he likes getting kikay tips from you. He probably plans on being kikay himself and he needs a mentor.
A dinner with a guy friend does not necessarily mean equate to a date. Especially if you're paying for your share no. Hello? Three things to consider: the place, the topic and how the two of you actually planned to meet. First, how it was planned. If it were a date expect that he would ask you out at least three days before the actual date to give you some lead time, to give you the notion that you are not just a filler on his schedule. Second, the place. If it were a real date, the both of you would want real food and a place where you could really talk things through.
Don't go out with a guy to a movie on Friday night if you're really serious about him. Going to a movie is more like treating him like a "filler" just because you had nothing to do on a Friday night so you might as well go out. Topic. Ha! You wouldn't be talking about chikang artista, chikang opisina or argue if the one girl's boobs are real or not. You would be probably talking about sensible, quite personal stuff.
I therefore conclude that platonic relationships are never complicated; people just have tendencies to complicate them.
Hindi dahil kinaibigan ka, liligawan ka na. Not every guy who befriends you has an ulterior motive. Get over yourself. Don't flatter yourself. There is a reason why he befriended you, but don't automatically assume that it's because he wants to be your so-called boyfriend. If this will be the principle you'll follow every time someone asks you to be his friend, you're gonna miss a great deal from the friendship.
Hindi dahil mabait sa iyo, nililigawan ka na. There are people who are naturally sweet and kind. There are people who are innately good and no matter how wicked you seem, they just find it so easy to be kind to you. It doesn't mean he is courting you. Don't put yourself through unnecessary stress trying to figure out if he's courting you or not. Because I think if he is, you won't have to guess, you'll know and you'll be very certain about it.
Hindi dahil he talks to you a lot, he loves you na. You don't befriend a person if you absolutely abhor him, right? Chances are you make sense when he talks to you, or you're probably very patient listening to him. The two of you probably connect on some level but why does it always have to be assumed to be romantic? Being two intelligent, mature human beings, you need to accept that it's nice to share a cup of coffee over a stimulating conversation, and that you don't have to automatically put romantic connotation to it. Relieve yourself of the pressure. It's just coffee and a shared interest.
Hindi dahil cute ang friend mo, crush/love mo na siya. This is the most amusing thing that hit me lately. People always assume that because your friend is cute or should I say, hot (because cute is a word you describe your high school crush while hot is a word you use to describe a hunk), "lakas amats mo na for repapips!" Let me just say this, at least from my own personal experience, I'm just nearsighted, I haven't gone blind. I can still appreciate God's creation! However, there will always be weird things, crazy things, stupid things that will keep you, believe me, from having a crush on him. First of all, you'd know his history with women, enough to judge what's good for you. Second, don't you just hate it when a guy who's absolutely always put together, who looks intelligent enough pronounces the word country as "kawntri" and the word mango as "meynggo." Call me crazy for judging a person just because he can't pronounce these words right. I admit, I'm crazy.
Hindi dahil you hang out with each other most of the time, you'd end up being boyfriend-girlfriend. Self-explanatory... There are a thousand, no million different reasons why things don't always turn out that way. There is no one proven formula. For all we know, the reason why he likes hanging out with you is because he likes getting kikay tips from you. He probably plans on being kikay himself and he needs a mentor.
A dinner with a guy friend does not necessarily mean equate to a date. Especially if you're paying for your share no. Hello? Three things to consider: the place, the topic and how the two of you actually planned to meet. First, how it was planned. If it were a date expect that he would ask you out at least three days before the actual date to give you some lead time, to give you the notion that you are not just a filler on his schedule. Second, the place. If it were a real date, the both of you would want real food and a place where you could really talk things through.
Don't go out with a guy to a movie on Friday night if you're really serious about him. Going to a movie is more like treating him like a "filler" just because you had nothing to do on a Friday night so you might as well go out. Topic. Ha! You wouldn't be talking about chikang artista, chikang opisina or argue if the one girl's boobs are real or not. You would be probably talking about sensible, quite personal stuff.
I therefore conclude that platonic relationships are never complicated; people just have tendencies to complicate them.
Sunday, August 15, 2004
got this from shea's entry
A Song of Despairtranslated
by w.s.merwin
The memory of you emerges from the night around me.
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.
Deserted like the dwarves at dawn.
It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!
Cold flower heads are raining over my heart.
Oh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked.
In you the wars and the flights accumulated.
From you the wings of the song birds rose.
You swallowed everything, like distance.
Like the sea, like time.
In you everything sank!
It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss.
The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse.
Pilot's dread, fury of blind driver,turbulent drunkenness of love, in you everything sank!
In the childhood of mist my soul, winged and wounded.
Lost discoverer, in you everything sank!
You girdled sorrow, you clung to desire,sadness stunned you, in you everything sank!
I made the wall of shadow draw back,beyond desire and act, I walked on.
Oh flesh, my own flesh, woman whom I loved and lost,I summon you in the moist hour, I raise my song to you.
Like a jar you housed infinite tenderness and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.
There was the black solitude of the islands,and there, woman of love, your arms took me in.
There was thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit.
There were grief and ruins, and you were the miracle.
Ah woman, I do not know how you could contain mein the earth of your soul, in the cross of your arms!
How terrible and brief my desire was to you!
How difficult and drunken, how tensed and avid.
Cemetery of kisses, there is still fire in your tombs,still the fruited boughs burn, pecked at by birds.
Oh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbs,oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies.
Oh the mad coupling of hope and forcein which we merged and despaired.
And the tenderness, light as water and as flour.
And the word scarcely begun on the lips.
This was my destiny and in it was my voyage of my longing,and in it my longing fell, in you everything sank!
Oh pit of debris, everything fell into you,what sorrow did you not express, in what sorrow are you notdrowned!
From billow to billow you still called and sang.
Standing like a sailor in the prow of a vessel.
You still flowered in songs, you still brike the currents.
Oh pit of debris, open and bitter well.
Pale blind diver, luckless slinger,lost discoverer, in you everything sank!
It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hourwhich the night fastens to all the timetables.
The rustling belt of the sea girdles the shore.Cold stars heave up, black birds migrate.
Deserted like the wharves at dawn.
Only tremulous shadow twists in my hands.
Oh farther than everything.
Oh farther than everything.
It is the hour of departure.
Oh abandoned one!
by w.s.merwin
The memory of you emerges from the night around me.
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.
Deserted like the dwarves at dawn.
It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!
Cold flower heads are raining over my heart.
Oh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked.
In you the wars and the flights accumulated.
From you the wings of the song birds rose.
You swallowed everything, like distance.
Like the sea, like time.
In you everything sank!
It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss.
The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse.
Pilot's dread, fury of blind driver,turbulent drunkenness of love, in you everything sank!
In the childhood of mist my soul, winged and wounded.
Lost discoverer, in you everything sank!
You girdled sorrow, you clung to desire,sadness stunned you, in you everything sank!
I made the wall of shadow draw back,beyond desire and act, I walked on.
Oh flesh, my own flesh, woman whom I loved and lost,I summon you in the moist hour, I raise my song to you.
Like a jar you housed infinite tenderness and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.
There was the black solitude of the islands,and there, woman of love, your arms took me in.
There was thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit.
There were grief and ruins, and you were the miracle.
Ah woman, I do not know how you could contain mein the earth of your soul, in the cross of your arms!
How terrible and brief my desire was to you!
How difficult and drunken, how tensed and avid.
Cemetery of kisses, there is still fire in your tombs,still the fruited boughs burn, pecked at by birds.
Oh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbs,oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies.
Oh the mad coupling of hope and forcein which we merged and despaired.
And the tenderness, light as water and as flour.
And the word scarcely begun on the lips.
This was my destiny and in it was my voyage of my longing,and in it my longing fell, in you everything sank!
Oh pit of debris, everything fell into you,what sorrow did you not express, in what sorrow are you notdrowned!
From billow to billow you still called and sang.
Standing like a sailor in the prow of a vessel.
You still flowered in songs, you still brike the currents.
Oh pit of debris, open and bitter well.
Pale blind diver, luckless slinger,lost discoverer, in you everything sank!
It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hourwhich the night fastens to all the timetables.
The rustling belt of the sea girdles the shore.Cold stars heave up, black birds migrate.
Deserted like the wharves at dawn.
Only tremulous shadow twists in my hands.
Oh farther than everything.
Oh farther than everything.
It is the hour of departure.
Oh abandoned one!
mood::swings
Mood Changes, once in a blue moon, from being blue to being happy.
Happiness doesn't stay long, but being blue sticks like crazy glue.
Even if i am happy, people often ask me why I look so depressed.
Maybe I am.
Other people ask why I'm always happy like there's nothing wrong in the world.
Maybe I just don't care. I often hide my true feelings from everyone.
People who often see me think that i am a happy young lady without a care in the world, but the few people who really know, who have read my journals or sees through my outer shell, knows what kind of emotions are in me. These people often call me "weird".
I often get through the day without even talking about me.
However, when love comes into your life, that's a completely different ballgame.
Can't go on hiding everything anymore.
I let it out more often now, writing more, opening up more.
I have to, not because of obligation, because of Love.
Happiness doesn't stay long, but being blue sticks like crazy glue.
Even if i am happy, people often ask me why I look so depressed.
Maybe I am.
Other people ask why I'm always happy like there's nothing wrong in the world.
Maybe I just don't care. I often hide my true feelings from everyone.
People who often see me think that i am a happy young lady without a care in the world, but the few people who really know, who have read my journals or sees through my outer shell, knows what kind of emotions are in me. These people often call me "weird".
I often get through the day without even talking about me.
However, when love comes into your life, that's a completely different ballgame.
Can't go on hiding everything anymore.
I let it out more often now, writing more, opening up more.
I have to, not because of obligation, because of Love.
Saturday, August 14, 2004
home alone
wla lang...
opening the wncaa, as usual pno ng kulasa ang ultra knna.. saw the players..
sister mikee and sister jonep dn... hahaha...
mya laban ng st.scho and miriam...ceu & ua&p...
yestrday, kla karen kme nktmbay kc alang tv sa razz...
hmph! may isang talo na ang admu, at sa ue pa!
pro okei lang...isa pa lang nman...:p
nweiz, pnygan nko sa debut ni phet! yey! lolz!
okei, so wat am i gonna wear?!!!!!!!!
pool or beach party, hawaiian attire...and isa pko sa 18 treasures..
think!!!!!!!!! pro i have sumthin' on my mind na, pro im havin' doubts pren.
hhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmm............ any suggestions??????
hwla lang... i have nothing else to do..pro lpet na mid terms...
mawik: ano?sa 21??? di ako gnon ka-sure ha..
opening the wncaa, as usual pno ng kulasa ang ultra knna.. saw the players..
sister mikee and sister jonep dn... hahaha...
mya laban ng st.scho and miriam...ceu & ua&p...
yestrday, kla karen kme nktmbay kc alang tv sa razz...
hmph! may isang talo na ang admu, at sa ue pa!
pro okei lang...isa pa lang nman...:p
nweiz, pnygan nko sa debut ni phet! yey! lolz!
okei, so wat am i gonna wear?!!!!!!!!
pool or beach party, hawaiian attire...and isa pko sa 18 treasures..
think!!!!!!!!! pro i have sumthin' on my mind na, pro im havin' doubts pren.
hhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmm............ any suggestions??????
hwla lang... i have nothing else to do..pro lpet na mid terms...
mawik: ano?sa 21??? di ako gnon ka-sure ha..
Saturday, August 07, 2004
rants
wla lang..
all of a sudden, i dnt feel updating my blog... hehehe...
or i just have no enough tym for this... sa sobrang dme ng nngy2re, i cnt hardly remember dem ol wen i'm infront of this comp. na.
hahaha... o well,.
cuz!!!!!!!!!!! yakang yaka ba ang upcat! hehehe...kaw pa!
cge, ulan pa! wla lang..
missin' my HS frends..
college is really diff..
i can't even predict people's attitude these days..
they dnt even care if they got 5 on almost all of their subjects..
well, they get shocked at first...but after that, they'll just do the same old routine.
hay, bsta ako, i cnt afford to get low grades...kht na anjan ang bisyo, go pa dn..
nax! hahaha..
nweiz, aion...got rid of smoking na, pgmay occassion nlang.. that's what i promised to my bessy.. wow! gudgurl ba?! hahaha..
sa mga mk2bsa nto, quiet nlang kyo...:p
all of a sudden, i dnt feel updating my blog... hehehe...
or i just have no enough tym for this... sa sobrang dme ng nngy2re, i cnt hardly remember dem ol wen i'm infront of this comp. na.
hahaha... o well,.
cuz!!!!!!!!!!! yakang yaka ba ang upcat! hehehe...kaw pa!
cge, ulan pa! wla lang..
missin' my HS frends..
college is really diff..
i can't even predict people's attitude these days..
they dnt even care if they got 5 on almost all of their subjects..
well, they get shocked at first...but after that, they'll just do the same old routine.
hay, bsta ako, i cnt afford to get low grades...kht na anjan ang bisyo, go pa dn..
nax! hahaha..
nweiz, aion...got rid of smoking na, pgmay occassion nlang.. that's what i promised to my bessy.. wow! gudgurl ba?! hahaha..
sa mga mk2bsa nto, quiet nlang kyo...:p
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
dilemma
pakshet!!! mhrap ba pmli sa dlwa?!? hay, lyf.. u can't have all the things u want, a'yt!? so please, think hard!!!
Sunday, August 01, 2004
ARiEs
Aries (March 21 - April 19) The simplest tasks could turn difficult during the first half of August. Doing a good job gets tough when it seems that everyone turns stubborn on you. But you won’t feel low and gloomy for too long! By month's end, you decide to get things done yourself instead of waiting for people to sing the same tune.
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