Saturday, April 30, 2005
Where Does The Time Go???
the eternal question of the confused mind.
who should i ask to get an answer?
early this morning i woke up somewhat drained and disoriented, stared blankly at a huge world map covering part of my bedroom wall and started feeling infinitely small. i think of how 'limited' life is. here i am wandering aimlessly in a very small piece of land known as Manila. i torment myself about stuff i probably wont even remember 20 years from now. i get thrilled, and sometimes hysterical, over things that would not even matter to me someday. i get angry. i become upset. depressed. frustrated. i fall in love. i learn to trust. i lose that trust. i learn to hate. and yet i laugh. i sing. i scream. i question my choices. but i continue to live.
in spite of it all, i am still human. temperamental and insensitive.
no less human than any person either struggling or celebrating life in this lonely planet.
and maybe..because i am only human.. i really dont have to know all the answers.
so i'll just sing:
"If I could have a pound for every moment I've spent worrying
On all the little things in life that frankly there's no hurrying
Then I would be a rich girl I wanna be a rich girl soon
But going at this rate I think that it might take
Till there's life on the moon...
Where does the time go? Does anyone know?"
Where Does The Time Go
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Posted at 01:34 am by infection
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Saturday, April 02, 2005
i've never met him but when i think about Pope John Paul II, i am reminded of hope...
today's news broke my hopeful heart.
Posted at 10:26 pm by infection
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Tuesday, March 08, 2005
can someone like translate this for me... in Russian? ahihihi.
Dansons tu dis
Et moi, je suis
Mes pas sont gauches
Mes pieds tu fauches
Je crains les sots
Je cherche en vain les mots
Pour m'expliquer ta vie, alors
Tu ments, ma Soeur
Tu brises mon coeur
Je pense, tu sais
Erreurs, jamais
J'ecoute, tu parles
Je ne comprends pas bien
La belle dame sans regrets
Je pleure, tu ris
Je chante, tu cries
Tu semes les graines
D'un mauvais chene
Mon ble s'envole
Tu en a ras le bol
J'attends, toujours
Mes cris sont sourds
Tu ments, ma Soeur
Tu brises mon coeur
Je pense, tu sais
Erreurs, jamais
J'ecoute, tu parles
Je ne comprends pas bien
La belle dame sans regrets...
music by Sting
Posted at 02:29 am by infection
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Monday, March 07, 2005
because love is blind... here's a blind item for you mortals out there:
isang sup ang nabasted ng isang sup at lubos na nasaktan si nabasted kaya naging superhero bago naging ulam..pero ang sup na nangbasted ay naging ulam din na mahilig sa shy guys... ang nabasted na sup ay may gf na ngayon na nag aaREM na may batchmate na in love sa isa pang sup na mukhang anino na may ka date na muslim. Ang Tanong: sino ang best friend ng sup na anino?
Ang Sagot:
backflip before you click
*this blind item is a by-product of a crying session for witches.
Posted at 08:40 pm by infection
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Wednesday, February 23, 2005
i wish i can write something about this day
it went by so quickly it feels like a day was taken out of my life
there has to be something i can blame
.......know what?
i blame you.
you made me non-existent.
i once knew how to walk with patience until i get to where im going
once had the passion to create myself with what im feeling
once believed i cannot be broken
i blame you for coming to my life.
you turned me into a ghost.
(a ghost cc)
(ahihihihihi)
Posted at 04:29 am by infection
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Wednesday, February 02, 2005
why is it always easier to hate than to love?
Posted at 08:42 pm by infection
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Saturday, January 08, 2005
today i am seated beside my fantasy. and i feel myself being drawn to him once more. earlier we had a chance to chat and all i could do was stare at his face.
i love they way his presence makes me feel.
and he doesnt even know it. nor does he need to know it. nor do i need to say anything more.
that's it. (confetti)
Posted at 03:27 am by infection
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Saturday, January 01, 2005
Bikini Bottom is...
empty.
and so am i.
Cheers!!!
Posted at 03:08 am by infection
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Thursday, December 16, 2004
"No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main...
any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee."
John Donne
Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions
Posted at 02:29 am by infection
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Wednesday, November 24, 2004
how do you know when it's time to forgive?
Posted at 05:28 am by infection
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