tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368843242011-09-11T13:44:01.418+08:00Life is a free verse, <br> there are are no coincidence only inevitability.<br> Life is a free verse, <br> dare yourself not to falter on this menacing reality.Raindropmasterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07339824841732705358noreply@blogger.comBlogger411100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36884324.post-12980583198960486592008-08-27T21:10:00.000+08:002008-08-27T21:11:01.353+08:00

sa gitna ng kasayahan, ng pupuntahang kasayahan, isang nagdurusa...panahon na eh,wala ng magagawaang masakitikaw naghihintayat alam mong pupunta ka na ng isang lugar na puno ng ligayapero iiwanan mo naang kasama mo ng ilang taonang nagpagaang ng loob mopumawi sa problema moang umintindi saiyongayong oras nasaan ka pupunta?humihilakbo .nahahati kasa pagiging madamot sa isang simpleng bagay sa

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this story, i know, by now is very familliar to everybody. just in case...One Day Love was with Friend, walking on the the road....Then Love fell into a wellWhy?.....Because Love is blind....Then suddenly.... Friend jumped to the well.....Why?....Because a Friend will do anything for love.

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"is this what we deserve?Can we break free from chains of never ending agony?"just to sum it all up... ang hectic ng schedule ngayun.now. ano ba pwede ipost hum............?Silence,sabi nga ni Paulo (ya ung kabarkada ko) Coelho; Silence is the greatest language of the univierse. Why? hum. maybe because only silence has the power to give various meanings to our different emotions. Sa lahat naman

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mabilis lumipas ang oras. alam nanaman ng lahat yan. mahirap nga lang aminin.Sa bilis nito, hindi natin namamalayan ang pagbabago, kasi pilit nating tinatago na nagbabago na ang ating buhay.Ano ang pakiramdam ng unti unti mong nasasaksihan ang pagkitil ng oras sa buhay ng matagal mo ng kasama, kaakibat. sa isang pinagkakatiwalaan mo, ikininatutuwa mo pagnakikita, nag aalis ng pagod at problema mo

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nothing else. no definition needed. love simply is. why would we complicate its definition if this word is all about simplicity. the ways of loving, the way WE 'love' and the way we understand love is complicated, but God made it for mankind with such passion, with such energy that leads us to the state of perfection. peace.Is love a gentle death? yes. a soaring pain? a sweet wound? yes. is love

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everyone is losing their lucidity in reacting to whatever issue they see. In this post I criticize those who put small non sensible comments to the post of someone who would like to show a rhetorical idea. Una, bakit ka magpopost about the structure of one’s post samantalang hindi ka man lang nagreact sa gustong sabihin ng cocomentan mo? Pwera na lang kung hindi ka marunong umintindi o

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falling again,only to the groundnever on your handnever to be foundstressful week, everyday something to do.i cant find time to talk to youbut in my mind, each morning is a gift'cause there's a chance for my heart to lift.even though our words do not rhymei'll make sure everything will be finea day will be over in a day or twoeven in failure i know we can get throughthe sky is dark,raindrops

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wala ako magawa kahit madaming gagawin kaya.... ipapaste ko na lang dito ung mga blogpost ko sa multiply bwahahahahaha! - in english... since i have nothing to do - though i suppose to do alot of things, i am going to paste my blog post from my multiply here. now. - in japanese (joke lang d ako marunong!) wakarimasen?

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1st day? yeah. weird. boring. crucial. boring and absurd. so what will i expect? hm. probably more rainy days, wet street, less sleep. more things to do and so on. wala lang just posting this para naman may mapost. xurrently reading english lit and anglo saxon with beowolf

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im not really into blogger - the main reason why i can't maintain this site. im not into posting everything - anything. there's so many work to do here and i'm to lazy to do it. :)) Hands down to all of you that can post once a day rather than once in a lifetime.... just like this post my mind is suffering from nonsense and laziness, with a mix of being gluttonous and sleepaholic - if there's

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madaling araw na, wala lang gusto ko lang magpost ng magpost.Hindi ako kasi open ng iba na magsasabi ng sked ko ibang ato :)) who the f**k cares? :)) kailangan k bng sabihin ung intimate places or reasons sa kung anu anu? lalu na sa mga taong i never personally met? pa minsan minsan katulad ng recent post ko, sinasabi ko pero with intent to show sa iba na baka interested sila (like anu na meron

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... bought some books, some uniform, a shoe, a jacket and ate. and i met some of my schoolmates inside the campus and inside SM. :)) nakita ko ung tulay na ginagawa sa school! at guys mukang may mag shoshooting muli galing ABS CBN sana di na nila gamitin ung canteen para di tayu mahihirapan! wahahaha at ang sofdrinks P25 isa! (halos ganun din naman diba?) so yeah next week labasan list ng

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pupunta ako ng school ngayun, bibili ng bagong uniform at books, ng sapatos at sando. magpapainstall ng xp sa laptop ng ate ko. kaya wala ako ng buong araw. period. bow. Tata! adios.

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So many movies with sequels so here are some of them:Ice Age 3The Mummy 3The Quantum of Solace - James bond (sequel to Casino Royal)The Dark Knight - Batman 2High School Musical 3Indiana Jones 4Harry Potter : half blood PrinceToy Story 3 *3dPrince CaspianX files 2 : i want to believeThe incredible HulkHellboy 2 The Golden ArmyStar Wars the Clone WarsSaw VMadagascar 2The Punisher 2 : WarzoneAnd

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First there is desire Then... passion! Then... suspicion! Jealosy! Anger! Betrayel! Where love is for the highest bidder, There can be no trust. Without trust,. There is no love! Jealosy. Yes, jealosy... Will drive you MAD!Roxanne You don't have to put on that red light Walk the streets for money You don't care if it's wrong or if it is right Roxanne You don't have to wear that dress

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i guess this is enough for a while, a new look for my resurrected blogspot. wahaha i'll try to post more if time will let me, and if there are anything to post.

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Now i'm entering 3rd year, how fast time goes by nah?The summer of 2008 is one of my favorite summer 'cause we manage to have an overnight stay!!! yipeee! ( for my close friends i know that you know what had happened the past years)And i have read 8 novels this summer namely...1) The witch of Portobello - Paulo Coelho2) The Lovely bones - Alice Sebold3) The Zahir - Paulo Coelho4) The Wright 3 -

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Yeah i still need to polish things up. the background is really irritating me! I uploaded the background in my photobucket to get the url and edit the html but it won't show up (obviously my background is plain white) grrrrrr.... and i still need to transfer the music and cbox. And if someone out there is reading this post and would like to be linked in this blog, just IM me in my yahoo messenger

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Isolated loverOver vulnerable ecstasyYouthful oath underneathIntertwined needles,Endless earthDying youngOvertaking universeYearning on undefined arts,Redirecting explosive missilesYearning end,Vivid eyes,Rotating yeasts,Ticking hoursInside nostalgic gems…(in this post, you must decode the message by looking at the letters and not on its contents ) - i know it IS Easy

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RedWe were once together with lightAlmost everyone thought that there is something between usWe fought our problems together with mightBut we left ourselves isolated for we mustOrange We laughed until tear runs down our eyesIgnoring what the majority would sayWe shared words of wisdom like we are about to dieWe watch as the time eats the rest of the dayGreen We together took a nap on a moving

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http://www.bus2000.it/wallpaper/TerraDreams/images/GlobalWarming1024.jpgAs we all know this heat that we keep on complaining is now maximizing its revenge.What would really intensify our awareness is what about to happen. Though this may be prevented, the risk of too much heat may cause most of natural calamities, and even lack for water storage. This heat is not only affecting the continental

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Undirected Creative Force. Open, receptive, devoid of pre-conceived notions. Beginnings.A young man holding the white rose of innocence in his left hand and grasping a vagabond's staff and satchel in the other, wanders with his gaze to the heaves, about to step into and abyss. His is the transformative journey of the spirit from innocence through experience into wisdom. his guardian and friend is

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The screaming vow of a haunting soul keeps the coldness of my life stable. The cold of irritating silence, that keeps me awake. The burning chambers of my eyes defy the plans of my wandering mind. Still I see things as concrete as it used to be. One big question is the sounds of booming thunder on the weak battlefield. They battle on the imaginary platform on where a thing becomes abstract. Like

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While I conceive my melancholy in this burning earth,I see thing as usual as the menacing hell.It’s like giving the ocean a tear on its birthThe world gave me million of words to carryAnd I gave them billions of souls to buryThe sunsets on my eyes can be seen on the horizonThe church clangs the best of its bellAnd suddenly, everything return back to it’s oblivion

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i found the courage to open again this blog and i am already tired of maintaining to many accounts so, so so i am going to delete my alternate blogger and transfer all of its contents here. Many stuffs to do like; transfer the cbox the music, the links, the footer the sidebar, the background .... hai. I'm just tired of being a loquacious blogger that's why i stopped posting and posting. so let

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ngayun ko lang nagpagisip isip kung bakit nga ba sa ilang post ko sa kung saan saan, - sa multi, friendster blog or kahit dito, dull and dead at walang kabuhay buhay pa rin ang dating sa kin (or wag naman sana, sa marami.) Ngayon ko na nakita ang isa sa pangunahing rason kung bakit. Wala akong pinaglalaaanan at wala akong iniisip na pag laanan. sa dami ng ngyayari sa buhay buhay, sa bilis ng

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mabilis lipulin ng oras ang lahat ng memorya, mabilis din na itoy maglaho sa ating isipan. Iilang mga bagay lang ang tumatatak at umuukit sa ating puso. Hindi nga lahat eh ninanais nating makalimutan, ito ay bahagi na ng buhay natin. Ang memorya ay ginawa upang ating pahalagahan ang bawat segundo, bawat araw, bawat luha, dugo at pulso ng ating puso. Ngunit dumadating ang panahon kung saan, tayo

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*** Today we’ll travel the endless seas. The tears will be gone with our sorrow, Tomorrow you’ll see, Our hearts will never be again in the shadows***Never be afraid of the dark my love,For our love will last ‘till the endWith our vow of eternal happinessI promise, it will last until time fades….Hum the song of the sea and fireWe shall not

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malalim pala ha cge just 2 cool of the ice,,,answer these questions:1) ilan ang butas sa bangka ni maria clara?2)ano ang pin code ko?3) ano paki elam mo?4)ilang oras ni rape ni padre damaso si pia alba?5)bakit gumagapang si sadako pede namang tumayo?6)bakit bakit ang tinatanong mo pag gusto mong malaman kung bakit?7)bakit mo pa to binabasa?8)what is the essence of being a human?9)if you were a

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I'm sleeping in silenceall alonein ice and snowin my dreamim calling your nameyou are my lovein your eyesI search for my memorylost in vainso far in the sceneryhold me tight,and swear again and againwe'll never be apartIf you could touch my feathers softlyI'll give you my lovewe set sail in the darkness of the nightout to the seato find me thereto find you therei'm sleeping in sorrowall aloneto

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A tempting, young and new love often times is not true, an illusion that leads us to nothing. If you love someone, that love would shine 'till the end, never to vanish, never to fade, and never to be dead. It's a star where you would be wishing, the one that would put back the happiness to your life with out regrets. Sometimes, if we were to think of it, there might be no true love, neither

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In this poetic verse of the alkaline world,Groups of shattered hopes from faithful people emerge.As the sweat of blood runs down my eyes,I see the bitters of the eastern pearl.As the thirty-three hundred camels walk forth its history,The hearts of the victors yell.As the suits invade fashion,The minds of the liberals were trained.As the bloods from the sword drops,The courage of the crying child

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Speak my heartMy beloved friendFace thy fear and I am hereWhere’s our spark?Where are you in this obliterating fume?Behind this tearsBehind this soulMy heart screams trying to speak…Speaking to youPlease glance backPlease head hereDid he steal your heart?Have he stolen your soul?Are his precious eyes avenging our lives?Decisions are thereAn option is usYou choose his heartHow about ours?SpeakDon’

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I was again bothered by the oblivion. I was just thinking of the life and death hidden beneath my eyes, my heart. This horizon has a gravity that pulls me in. A delicate significance of my sunshine. Though I am not sure about my thoughts,I am still wondering what this world would offer to me and my offer to her. Our treatment to one another is now cold. Cold enough to break the eyes we are into.

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In this menacing worldCan they stand their word?Do they pretend not to see,The soul of the seas?In this world where we stand,Were abandoned by their handsAre they socially aware?Or they are politically unfair?In this side where no one feels,In this side where poverty meets…Where senses are dead…Where blood is being fed.Freedom from mindis just an illuminative fundYou who’s thereYou who sees and

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Ikawala ang isipanIdiyang nasa piitanNgayon na ang orasMagiwan ng walang bakasMatapang ang sandiganDiyos ay sandalanIlipad ang utakIsipang dumadakdakIlathala ang pariwalaSugpuin ang nawawalaHanapin ang kalayaanTalunin ang kalungkutanSa iisang selda tayo ay lumayaSa iisang salita tayo ay wag mag parayaOras na tumatakboPusong tumutibokDamdaming humihilakboPalayain ang lahatNgayon na ang

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Everything seems like a dreamAnything could be so meanAs long as you are hereAs long as you are nearEverything can be realI walk forth the dim of flickerNothing seems like betterEvening and noon, Sunshine of the westMorning and Sunrise, Dreams would be mistsI ease for your caressTime seized like at restThe forbidden vow of a lover’s dewIs more than trueThan a color’s hueYou brought back

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Illiterate relationI wanted to dieOn a neat white aisleI gently lay downAnd set a frownI closed my eyesAnd tossed the diceIn front of the altarI uttered no wordI put my hands on my chestLooking like a crestI felt coldI felt oddA tear run down my eyeThe fear made me exiledThe dawn waitsThe morning mournedThe night diedThe afternoon passedI uttered a prayerThat made me shiversI settled my heartI

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Secrets of suicidalAll my life, I wanted to meetSomebody who knowsTo speak,And to listenI’ve been a listenerAnd I tried my best to speakBut no one bothered to listenEven just to glanceNow I’m happyI found a place whereI can speak freelyPeople who accepted meMy behavior, viewsAnd intimate thoughtsI felt greatI pity myselfFor three years of tryingI got someone who can’t value meMy worksAnd my

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The passionate cloudIf I could be the oneIf I cloud just glance at youFor onceThe clouds sets a mileWhen the road sets the mileIn my ocean of dreamsInside me by meansThe pain that soarMore than a broken oarThe sweetness of the roseFrom my passion aroseCould there be any hope,To cut off the rope?Could the cloud be so mean?When I try to get everythingThe adorable windFrom my passionate mindSees you

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love is something you are always dreaming of...Life is where we dream loveBut what do we get?lesson?ach?hapiness?bitterness of gudbi?or the trail of history?me?im just a hopeless dreamerand honestly im tired..honesty is an old fashioned word..or is it just because im a stranger in this land?am i?im long dead..longing to liveand im tired....

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