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Monday, June 04, 2007
There are two tragedies.
 

George Bernard Shaw once wrote: There are two tragedies in life; one is to gain your heart's desire, and the other is to loose it.

As Hansel said to Gretel, drop these breadcrumbs so that together we could find our way home because losing our way would be the most cruel of things. This year, I lost my way.

And losing your way on a journey is unfortunate but losing your reason for the journey is a fate more cruel.

The journey lasted 8 months. Sometimes I traveled alone. Sometimes there were others that took the wheel and took my heart. But when the destination was reached, it wasn’t me who had arrived. It wasn’t me at all.

And once you lose yourself, you have two choices. Find the person you used to be or lose that person completely.


Because sometimes you have to step outside of the person you’ve been and remember the person you were meant to be. The person you wanted to be. The person you are.


As far as I’m concerned, Shaw was a punk cause you know what?
Tragedies happen. What you gonna do, give up? No. Quit? I realize now that when your heart breaks you’ve gotta fight like hell to make sure you’re still alive. Cause you are and that pain you feel, it’s life. The are confusion and fear, that’s there to remind you that somewhere out there something better and that something is worth fighting for.


George Bernard Shaw once wrote there are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your hearts desire; the other is to gain it. Clearly Shaw had his heart broken once or twice.



This year I got what I wanted and everything I wished for but in a way I lost even
more.


Shaw was right. As we strain to grasp the things we desire, the things we think will make our lives better.. money, popularity, we ignore what truly matters. The simple things like friendship, family, love. The things we probably already had.


So... Yeah, losing your hearts desire is tragic.
But gaining your hearts desire is all you can hope for.

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Saturday, June 02, 2007
Curtain call
 

It's been another year... Another sch00l year filled with b00ks, w0rk, music, laughter, drunken nights, happy days, stormy cl0udy weeks, h00k ups, break ups and d0wnfalls. Wishes and h0pes replaced by
questi0ns and c0uld've beens. Mem0ries left f0rever, to either t0 haunt 0r t0 cheer up...


As this one comes to an end, we're all left to wonder, has it really been worth it?
The drama, the trouble? The tears? The pain and stress?
Well... [It was.] And I'd like to think it still is...

We're all growing up... I've done my fair share of that this year.
Enough, for now. I can't go any further... not yet.
So many things changed, we changed, I changed.


I changed... I changed.


So many things happened. So many things are happening.
I need time to breathe. To think properly, clean up memories and organize thoughts.


After all, it isn't g00dbye, right?
It's 0nly g00dnight... Only g00dnight.

x0x0x0x0x0x0x0

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Friday, June 01, 2007
Lost in translation
 


[someone get me out of my mind, please.]

Sometimes I wish the world would take a moment to breathe.
Just pause for a few moments and take it all in, and breathe it out.

I know I'm caught in it, this whirlwind of hysteria and paranoia...
I know I'm in it, and just cant figure a way out of it.

No matter how much pulling and pushing and toggling i try to do, I seem to be stuck...
Stuck in this phase, stuck in this time, stuck in this mind...
Just stuck.

I don't know what to do, and I'm running out of smiles.

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Saturday, April 28, 2007
Hmmmm...
 

Wow. OMFG. i found some old nice nice nice pictures of my class from bernadette!

Hey you all! I havent written in here in ages!
I guess I've been pretty busy with life, school and my other blog..
School's been pretty hectic lately, and i cant wait for June!!!
Life... hay... What can we say?

Im scared to tell the world I'm Ok right now,
cause I'm scared it might take it away.
Although rough patches here and there...


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I'm just a curbside prophet
with my hand in my pocket
and I'm waiting for my rocket to come.

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pic: taal, 4e

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Friday, April 06, 2007
What do you fear most?
 

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine as children do.
It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. A
nd as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.

As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

vid: Coach Carter

Hello Blogger!
 

I have been away from quite some time huh?

It started when Blogger decided to go on beta, and I waited for them to openly allow everyone to have the option of doing so.

I refused to create another account simply because I liked my old template too much and so yeah...

I have been writing tooons of stuff in my skyblog though (some of it in french) and it's not like it made a huge difference.

Besides the option to customize everything, and put more than one picture in a pst, skyblog is a pretty neat place to blog, although they recently only allowed english blogs. Before, it was in french.

It has awesome features that make you create cool effects on your text, to compensate for the fact that you can only put either one video or picture per pst. NO HTML either. Dont know if its a good thing, or bad, you tell me. =)

ANYWAY, just to say, i might go back here, without abandoning my skyblog who grew on ,me.

CHEERS people.

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Monday, December 04, 2006
Timemachine
 

If you could turn back time, would you change anything in the passed?
If you could turn back time, would have done things differently, said things otherwise?

If I could turn back time, I would definitely change things. I would definitely say things otherwise, and say things I never did.
If I could turn back time, I wouldn't have grown too much... and fast enough to let go of their grasp, still hovering me.
If I could turn back time, and with all my strength, I would've said the three words that haunt me, cause its so painful to let go, and to accept that these three words really change you.
If I could turn back time, I wouldn't be cringing at every time I think about what I said...

Well. I guess you cant please everyone. And everyone cant please you. I guess you just have to let it go, and walk with your chest out, and chin up.

I walk... I walk...

Back to basics.
 



Where is that little girl, who used to run to daddy and sit on his lap?
Or that little boy, climbing dad's back, just for the sake of playing with him?
Out? Partying? Chillin' with friends? Exploring, and venturing?
What happened to the 'i wanna fly'... or the 'tooth fairy believer'?
Replaced with hopes and dreams of tomorrow, and their future?
The one who would run around the house, playing with toys that aren't really toys?

Maybe, somewhere in us, that child is still there.
The purity. The innocence. The curiosity.
Maybe, underneath all smiles, lay our tears and fears.
The fear of falling, crashing, and then burning.
Maybe, we're all afraid.
Of time. Of love. Of loss.

Everything's changin' when I turn around, all out of my control...

Saturday, December 02, 2006
Reflection session
 


Stacie Orrico, More to life

Our reflection sessions:

How it used to be, before.
How it will be in the future.
How could it be like this?
Why did they do this to us?
Why does he text, and then suddenly shrugs off everything?

Life, in all its forms and expressions.
Life, in all its treasons and betrayals.
Life, in all its joys and happiness.
Life, in general.

Ay pota.
 

OMFG. The dentist has got to be the least sexiest place to be. To have that plastic thing placed in your mouth so that the dentist can see your whole mouth... teeth and gums and your lips.
I think I'm gonna die. The dentist just put my lowers (finally after 5 months of waiting), and of course, it feels weird as hell. I can't eat anything for the next hour, and when i can, I can't eat anything hard. I want it to be next year exactly, so that my braces will be off!

The bear is sick. She has dengue. It's her birthday part tonight, and she has dengue. No one could end up going...

The typhoon didn't end up coming to manila, but in Batangas, it hit it pretty damn strong.

I'm going Christmas shopping in a while, and bazaar-hopping in alabang... and the best part is I'm doing this broke! Lol.