Thursday, 29 October 2009
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Currently
The Brothers Karamazov
By Fyodor Dostoevsky
see relatedWhy the Philippines is poor
Here is an article written by Dr. Arsenio Martin of Fort Arthur, Texas. Interesting reading.
THE DIFFERENCE
The difference between the poor countries and the rich ones is not the age of the country:
This can be shown by countries like India and Egypt, that are more than 2000 years old, but are poor.
On the other hand, Canada, Australia and New Zealand, that 150 years ago were inexpressive, today are developed countries, and rich.
The difference between poor and rich countries does not reside in the available natural resources.
Japan has limited territory, 80% mountainous, inadequate for agriculture and cattle raising, but it is the second world economy. The country is like an immense floating factory, importing raw materials from the whole world and exporting manafactured products.
Another example is Switzerland, which does not plant cocoa but has the best chocolate in the world. In its little territory they raise animals and plant the soil during 4 months per year. Not enough, they produce dairy products of the best quality! It is a small country that transmit an image of security, order and labor, which made it the world's strongest, safest place.
Executives from rich countries who communicate with their counterparts in poor countries show that there is no significant intellectual difference.
Race or skin color are also not important: immigrants labeled lazy in their countries of origin are the productive power in rich European countries.
What is the difference then? The difference is the attitude of the people, framed along the years by the education, culture and flawed tradition.
On analyzing the behavior of the people in rich and developed countries, we find that the great majority follow the following principles in their lives:
1. Ethics, as a basic principle.
2. Integrity.
3. Responsibility.
4. Respect of the laws and rules.
5. Respect of the rights of other citizens.
6. Work loving.
7. Strive for savings and investment.
8. Will of super action.
9. Punctuality.
10. and of course...Discipline.
In poor countries, only a minority follow these basic principles in their daily life.
The Philippines is not poor because we lack natural resources or because nature was cruel to us. In fact, we are supposedly rich in natural resources.
We are poor because we lack the correct attitude. We lack the will to comply with and teach these functional principles of rich and developed societies.
Your thoughts?
Monday, 20 July 2009
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Currently
The Mission (Two-Disc Special Edition)
By Robert De Niro, Jeremy Irons, Ray McAnally, Aidan Quinn, Cherie Lunghi
see relatedfor the (n)th time, i'm back
just arrived from tuguegarao this evening and although i'm tired and have a big exam tomorrow, i couldn't help not to visit xanga.
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i miss blogging. :)
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so for the (n)th time, i'm back!
sorry for the unreplied messages, comments. i'll try to be back as often.
my scheds are starting to cram up but them i dont want to lose this escape from the hustle of academic life.
yeah, i just came from tuguegarao. actually, it was the two of us. fr. Diddi and I. and i cant help but think that for the longest time since the faithful evening in the sports complex we talked....
....a lot!
no, we didnt just talk... we felt each other. laughed. smiled.
just like the old times.
...and now i'm here blogging again. just like the old days.:)
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we went to tuguegarao to visit the waakee of our dead friend. sir. don...
and it was just after u\our monthly recollection.
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i wonder,
was the recollection really over?
or was it the conversation we had my real recollection?
:)
Thursday, 29 January 2009
Saturday, 20 December 2008
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Currently Reading
Le Petite Prince
By Antoine de Saint-Exupery
see relatedthe best of it
early morning i woke up to go to school as usual. although in the previous evenings weve practiced a lot the chorale piece, there was a lot of tings to polish. after recess, fr. didi met us at the gymnasium for a practice. it was only in that practice out of all countless others that we perfected our piece. we spent the day vocalizing...
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at five pm i went home then to eat. after helping myself to noodles i took my bath and dressed up. we wore only a white long-sleeved polo and black slacks with our leather shoes. i took a ride to school and started vocalizing all over again.
after the finishing touches on our makeup we went to the seminary and had one last final practice with fr. didi.
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after doing so, we prayed...
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the other details i guess, dont matter, fortunately, our chorale was the best...
we won best in choreography, best in singing. and of course..... OVERALL CHAMPION!!!
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it was a happy ending... but still, no matter how happy it was, it still has ended.
Thursday, 13 November 2008
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Currently
Mr. Timothy: A Novel
By Louis Bayard
see relatedWritten last night at a cafe i love dearly:
Written last night at a cafe i love dearly:
"Another blank page that waits to be filled.
Does emotion get properly translated into ink?
I've been hesitant to write anything down these last few days because i know there was something key in all that has occurred recently; a key to the core of who i am supposed to become. Clarity, it seems, is accompanied by responsibility - and sacrifice. The secret does have to do with love after all. I was right in a way i did not wish to be. This is the last thing. There is nothing beyond the pinnacle of what is before me now. This, however, is also the hardest thing of all; one of only a handful of chaotic memories caught in the whirlwind that is my mind which can make me reel in bloodless pain, force me to shed a cascade of tears, or evoke enough wrath from my heart that i would do the very things i fight against.
The thought is simple and yet endlessly complex.
Love.
How can a man become who is meant to be without this one thing? How does a person transform when no one believes in them? How can a person do what is necessary when they are not trusted? How can a man become more than a man if there is no one who has faith in him? This is how i feel.
Those that believed in me, trusted me, had faith in me are now all gone. With them has gone a vital portion of my soul; though, i am uncertain that it ever existed to begin with. A piece that told the rest the words that every heart desperately needs to hear; that it is loved. Whether this voice ever really was present i can not say for certain, but at the very least some hallowed illusion of that prime emotion has spoken to me before. It is sad to me in a nearly indescribable way that i have never had a definate answer to this question. That, instead i have always relied on a brief, and faint, series of echoes that speak love and self-worth to my heart.
Why have i done this?
The answer is simple unlike some.
I have never taken the question to the only one who can truly answer it in the way that it was designed to be. I have never asked God if i am loved.
Doesn't this seem like a silly question? Shouldn't we all know the answer to this question?
But some of us do not.
Some of us have been wounded so heavily that it makes us doubt the answer in such a way that keeps the most vital piece of all reality from impacting our very souls. This is the greatest tragedy of them all. That a person could wonder in a way that leaves a gap in their very existence if other people, or even if the God that made them, loves them and believes, trusts, and places faith in them. This tragedy is the central theme of my whole life on this Earth. I have never asked because i have always gripped to the absurd fear that the answer might be No. That some part of me that i attempt to conceal makes me unlovable; that the cancer of my heart might somehow disqualify me from this.
How can knowledge of all these things not change the estate of my heart?
Without the answer to this question i will remain forever paralyzed. Without an answer from an everlasting and all-loving God and not from an iconic television, image oriented family, disillusioned and misguided friends, a valueless society, or anything or anyone else that i would take the question to i will remain apathetic and without passion until the moment i die. Everything in my life hinges on this last thing. My past and my future collide here, now, to form the current affair of my heart. It is all that stands between me and awakening to a totally different way of life.
Since the question has not even been asked yet, nor the will achieved to wake from this fake substitute for real life, every moment i live builds in me the very things i hate. Each time a harsh word is spoken, a criticism blindly offered, greediness unleashed, lust provoked, fear reveled in, hope extinguished, boldness reviled, purity laughed at, love beaten and discarded, or i am prodded by the careless, or selfish, or ignorant natures of people it makes me want to scream at them. It makes me want to yell and pound on steel, or cement, or flesh until it is reduced to dust. It makes me want to recall all the atrocities that have been committed against me and upon breathless conclusion scorn the listener for their part at the whip.
Equally silly and disturbing reasons such as this are why some days i must not interact with another soul; because i need to think and not let my vulnerable heart be tampered with. Tonight though i am done. Not because i have run out of things to say, but because nothing more should be said of this until the question that fuels everything else in my universe of self is dealt with."
What i wrote tonight:
I just finished spending the whole day warring against myself. Usually, this does not end up turning out so well for me as you might suspect. It literally is like two people inside my mind fighting. Each time a mental blow is taken i am physically weakened; each time i am hurt i lose strength, or get a headache, or feel real pain. As you can imagine days like today are not "fun". They are necessary are though. I used to not even be able to fight against the darker side of me. It used to win easily whenever it wanted. This is how it was for years. Sometimes, i beat it, but most days when an actual confrontation occurs inside me spiritually i lose. Today was different. Something changed. It was equally matched for the first time in my whole life. I can't make something that exists only in my mind and heart make much sense to you, but the imagery for you that is very much real to me is helpful. It is a paradox of reality that is fueled by all sorts of external factors.
Lust for instance is detrimental to the good side of me, like a poison, but touch is healing and gives me great strength.
As i drove home tonight i rode along and thought to myself, "This isn't right. None of this is right. This isn't the way it is supposed to be." When i looked around the world and at the events in my own life it felt like i was living in a painting or in a matrix; a world covering over another world. Is this why things get jumbled inside my memory? Is this why things are so distorted, like flickering images of a world that is being born in the world covered over by this present reality? Then i heard these words in a song i had long since forgotten.
Made like a mirror to reflect his glory
But the glass got smashed, bought a counterfeit story
We gave into pride
Sacrificed life, on that day we died inside
Outside we ignited a rebellion
An infectious disease that labels us felons
Cold and alone, ever wandering in search of a home
Hearts breaking, hands shaking
In time with our hearts vibrating
We say bridges to yesterday are burned
Seasons over, all those leaves have turned
But we cannot look down
We can never keep our gaze locked on the ground
And we stand with wide wide eyes
As our world comes crashing down
Who am I to say I'm right?
Who am I to say you're wrong?
Play judge, look you in the eye
Who am I to throw the stones?
I remember when trust went for free
Sold for a smile on the face of a fantasy
Truth found her home in the pages of fairy tales
Decadent words formed the phrases for dreams that failed
Now trust is a costly commodity
Giving it away is the mark of absurdity
And truth is a homeless traveler
Hoping in the night to be found
Every one of these lines is relevant and important and steeped heavily in my past, present, and future. I smiled. There is always something to smile about.
Soon. Soon...
Sunday, 28 September 2008
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Currently Listening
Stricken
By Disturbed
see relatedTrash; Part1
I just learned about what actually happened to our friend and wanted to share it to you.... I was cleaning up at my room when I saw this crumpled paper bag.... Well of course I was annoyed, not only because I never noticed it before but also because it was trash.... But, is it?
Contained in the paper bag was letters, pictures, lots of them and a cd.... It took me all night to read all the letters inside and what I have read so far, is not what I thought about how a friend left....
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July 21,2006 (just a single letter addressed to me that I never got to read until last night...)
Kevin,
I know this may sound absurd or (oh common' "Baduy") pathetic of me but I have to say I was duped.... I gave my trust away bro and she left that trust in the trash. I know this sounds crazy but I never felt so down my whole life before... Alam mo yun Kevs? Yung tipong you gave it all youve got then she simply gives away or throws all you worked for. This is not about the ring nor about the necklace Kevs. Anyway, about the neclace and the ring, you know how hard I worked for it... I even borrowed some money from you just for me buy it and after a day I was it in her desk, totaled. You wouldnt know how it feels, you were always that perfect...
Tita always told us that you were the better one... you were the smarter one... She said you were born lucky. She said I was lucky to be born. Things always came easier for you....
Gsto kong mabasa mo muna ito bro before I go.... My email was hacked and my room is no longer a private place and Id rather stay in the park because I feel safer there... For now.
Thank you for being that friend for me bro .... Sa makalawa aalis na ako kasama sine Dad papuntang Texas.... I'm sorry for having to do this.... But I guess waiting gave me hope until tis day, but What truly hurts about it is that I waited and I wasnt man enough to accept that what I waited for never came...
(whisphers)
,tol//Jan
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sobs....
Sunday, 14 September 2008
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Currently Reading
The Client
By John Grisham
see relatednot really forever
good things will come for you very soon...
simply, the statement "i love you forever" is incorrect. because forever is not empirically quantifiable... right? i know, i'm a little bit stupid now... (okay, i admit it, i was) but try to see that its not all bad.
from what i know about the two of you, it was her who lost more... for you may find someone who you will love the way you loved her, but she will never find someone who can equal you.... im just trying to be real to you...
best of luck mate, i doubt you cant surpass this....
youre a strong person mate, your my best mate and i care for you....
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we care for you.
hang in there...
Wednesday, 03 September 2008
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Currently Listening
Sunsets and Car Crashes
By Spill Canvas
see relatedWhy this?
All I thought everything as fine with her and I... But after that incident after the social night, it seems a lot has changed... Why? Although I now know more about you and you about me whats the reason of the aloofness? I simple don't get it.
If your were mad when I kissed you then thats fine. Alam ko that thats a bit intrusive already. But when the time to revolt was there why didn't you do so? I remember the photo now... it was not missing but in my coat i wore that evening...
I admit I didnt actually read your journal... I dont need to... The instant that I left I wanted to confess this... I wanted to scream out loud your name but cant. I wanted to kiss you more but I couldn't. I wanted to tell everyone that I love you but feel afraid to... Thats the truth...
But why this? Why wouldnt you allow me now to walk you home? What else did I do wrong. If it was the kiss then I'm sorry. But you never seemed to find it bad. Now I'm asking for another evening... Please
please...Be at school on saturday.
I want to tell more things to you.. More of me.
Sunday, 31 August 2008
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Currently Reading
Le Petite Prince
By Antoine de Saint-Exupery
see relatedPhilippines for sale
There are outstanding queries on what are the interest of Malaysia and the United States of America on the Mindanao peace process because of their strong endorsement of the aborted MOA on ancestral domain. Writer Erick San Juan seems to provide a plausible answer to these questions. Here’s an excerpt of his column “Mindanao Sold” published in the Mindanao Gold Star Daily last weekend.“Fact is: The Philippines has an outstanding sovereignty claim over the island state of Sabah which is owned by the Sultanate of Sulu. Accoding to PLAN REVERSE ARROW, Malaysia, which exercises sovereignty over the disputed island state, finds it cheaper to bankroll a rebellion than go to war with a neighbor known for it innovations and skills in combat tactics in spite of being ill equipped.
On the other hand, gluttony and the greed for cash, which has been plaguing the leadership of the MILF appears to be enough for them to fight a proxy war in favor of Malaysia-over the island state of Sabah, if only to succeed in grabbing back the land and all the improvements introduced on them by settlers from the north, to whom they have earlier sold their properties. By fighting this war, the MILF is in effect, providing Malaysia an effective buffer-a shield=- against any attempt by the Philippine government to pursue its sovereignty claim over Sabah.”
On the role of USA he wrote:
For the United States, keeping the Philippine authorities busy on their own internal security threats, would continue allowing the Yankees unabated access to the strategic spots in Mindanao where she may keep her secret base for its submarine and other war machines and intelligence operatives on the ground as they keep their sights focus on maintaining control over the straits of Malacca, the crossroad between Asia minor and the Pacific.
Besides Uncle Sam is engrossed in trying to seize control over the rich oilfields in the South China SeaMaguindanao and the no man’s land (the erstwhile Monterey Ranch) between Wao, Lanao del Sur and Alamada, North Cotabato. and those in the Liguasan Marsh of
So there goes the agenda of each of the players. This is also one of the reasons why US Ambassador Kristie Kenney travels incognito to Mindanao often. In most cases, she is seen without any Filipino security details. Although we can’t blame her to do her homework in following her government’s undisclosed policy.
He also warned on falling into the trap of Federalism
“One important message that ought to reach every Filipino is for them to keep their eyes and ears wide open all the time. They have to keep wary about foreign hands, who, through the lure of Federalism, have been trying to divide the country in a bid to keep control over the Philippines resources of GOD (Gold, Oil and Deuterium). Remember, before Yugoslavia got Balkanized, they had first to federalize that once progressive, emerging industrial state. “
On the purported American role, it may be plausible but I don’t think it’s the reality on the ground. USA, for its being the only remaining super power in the world, is wise enough to learn her lessons in the past. Not so long ago, the United States supported the Mujahideens of Afghanistan in its war against the Soviets. USA provided the materials and the tools to the combined Islamic fighters to defeat the air superiority of the Soviets. Watch the movie, “Charlie Wilson’s War” to know what I mean. Unfortunately, that war produced America’s greatest nemesis, Osama Bin Laden, who unthinkably inflicted America’s worst terrorist attack in the history of mankind.
The United States of America also supported the regime of Iraqi dictator Saddam Hussein in its fight against Iran. USA was then smarting from its painful memory where its embassy in Iran was taken over by supporters of Iranian spiritual leader Ayatullah Ruhollah Khomeinie in 1979. Later on, Iraq became an enemy of the USA after it attacked tiny KuwaitNorthern Alliance forces against the Afghan Taliban in 2001. in 1991 and the war against weapons of mass destruction in 2003. Ironically, Iran became a US “ally” when it provided support to the
If America will indeed support an Islamic state in Mindanao it will risk undergoing the same experiences. For many in the Muslim world, America is seen as an enemy, no matter what. No sooner that an Islamic state will be established, the extremists elements of the Muslim population would turn against the United States, the same way Bin Laden and Saddam did before.
By that time, unable to withstand mounting pressure, America would leave and left a legacy of an uncertain and volatile Mindanao.
I believe USA is not so naïve as to risk of repeating its mistakes in the past. I’m sure they learn their lessons.
Monday, 04 August 2008
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an advice
Currently Listening
Calling The Earth to Witness
By Darkwater
see related“Live this day as if it will be your last.Remember that you will only find ''tomorrow'' on the calendars of fools.Forget yesterday's defeats and ignore the problems of tomorrow. This is it. Doomsday. All you have. Make it the best day of your year. The saddest words you can ever utter are, ''If I had my life to live over again.''Take the baton, now. Run with it! This is your day! Beginning today, treat everyone you meet, friend or foe, loved one or stranger, as if they were going to be dead at midnight.Extend to each person, no matter how trivial the contact,all the care and kindness and understanding and love that you can muster, and do it with no thought of any reward. Your life will never be the same again
Friday, 25 July 2008
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Currently Reading
Knots in My Yo-Yo String
By Jerry Spinelli
see relatedNew Project Ahead....
I'm chairman for literary committee this year. That includes my editor-in-chief position, me as head of all news affairs of the department... whew, I just got started in asking people for contributions for the newsletter... I have NO IDEA on what to do but I guess Father Didi will help.... I asked him awhile ago on what to do and he just asked me to collect contributions.. Until then I'll write...
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But the big problem is I cant write good stuff on purpose... Argh.... A little help here... I come up with this just a while ago; what do you think???
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our drama
since okalohama
insist
resist
me
her
my need
her sin
sex
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Wednesday, 02 July 2008
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Currently Listening
Modern Minds and Pastimes
By The Click Five
see relatedI'm soooo SORRY....
Ive been out for a long long time since my last post and I'm sorry for having neglected my blog for so long... School's been keeping me waaay busy.
hmmm... here's a recap of what has been up lately..
// I ran for SBO(thats student body organization) as secretary and won! yay!!!
// I asked fr. didi if I can get the editor-in-chief position, that also includes the chairmanship for the literary commitee and got it!!! double yay!!!
//I ate icecream in my room and sadly got bitten by ants the next morning... (ouch!)
// I'm having this seminar on journalism and very happy to give my adings a head start in journalism...
//last morning was the feast of Our Lady of Piat and we had this mass...
// I got a treat from Ms Levina, my adviser for the seminar....
// just hours ago I practiced my ballroom dancing for the cultural presentation...
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whew, that was a lot of stuff....
he next weeks I'll even be busier... sighs, guess I'll have to wait for the retreat...
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Seniors, 08-09:
this is our last year as Highschoolers... lets make the most out of all of this! Always remember to be yourselves.... I love you guys and you know that. Thanks for everything...
Monday, 26 May 2008
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Currently Listening
Sound of Superman
By Various Artists
saved
see relateda lot have changed.... ive been up to a lot lately. i guess i thought it was a better thing to do raher than stay up late all night reding stuff over and over again till I find myself collapsing from mental exhaustion... thats a usual scene thst happens almost every night. Im always like this at vacation. for some reason I seem to saty up late in the evening doing peculiar stuff. Its vampiric, but I wouldnt call it depresion now...
a lot have changed, and from the looks of it, its for the better
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IM BACK!
thanks fro the patience, the comments, the love... i will always cherish the moments you straightened me up... ive grown wiser now... like a stone polished to become a gem.
Friday, 16 May 2008
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Currently Listening
One Fell Swoop
By The Spill Canvas
see relatedi have been browsing through my stuff lately. guess what i found! no, its not another paper bag with letters inside but a disk.... :)
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interested, in what the disk had9 (be it another boring love film with all the unnecessary sex scenes or a music disk by me that i just totally forgot-again) i inserted it in my cd player... hmp.... its not a music disk after all. i placed it in my cdrom and ran a virus scan( oh please, not another virus.... those pesky virus get me all the time.)
i found out it wasnt porn at all nor was it any other else i could have thought of but it was movie projects... lots of them... i opened them and watched them all and, whoa!!! to my surprise i saw siane!!!
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he was talking in front of the video recorder about apologies... (talk about timely)
what i heard so far was the least id expect from siane.... aside from him talking almost thirty minutes straight (double whoa...) he was talking as if he was me....
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;;enough of the introduction....;;
a good apology has two parts, i'm sorry, it was my fault...
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a good apology has three parts, i'm sorry, it was my fault, HOW DO I MAKE IT RIGHT?
-a lot of people usually miss the past part
thanks for correcting me siane...
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at the end of the video, he posted something....
;; how do i convert this to a file type readable by my dvd?
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anyway, jan paid for the necklace and thr ring, but his heart seems to be broken still
Tuesday, 06 May 2008
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Currently Listening
Believe (Special Bound Edition w/Bonus DVD)
By Disturbed
see relatedApologies
::one::
i started xanga as a public journal, not a private diary. i think siane's right. i should try not to be too personal with my blogging. my life have always been an open book. but i think i have gotten far too personal. i have forgotten my boundaries and for that i'm sorry...
in a matter of days i'll be putting in privae those blog entries that seem too revealing of me...
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::two::
sorry phillipe. i know those words are a bit harsh.... i guess thats why you didnt talk to me at school then.... you didnt even look at us at the bleachers. i'll try to make it up to you, someday, somehow....
i dont wanna lose you as a friend.
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::three::
i wanna apologize to estelle.... i'm not just ready o tell you yet. please understand..... i'll tell you one day. and you'll understand why i didnt tell it to you right away.
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i've been thinking for awhile about this. its terribly awfull i have been too prideful to people around me. please forgive me... i humbly plead
Sunday, 04 May 2008
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Currently Listening
Don't You Fake It (Deluxe Edition CD/DVD)
By The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
see relatedTrash; PART2
Tuesday, 29 April 2008
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Currently Listening
One Fell Swoop
By The Spill Canvas
see relatedPatience
The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus - Cat and MouseI guess love does fade...
that sometimes the heart does get tired of longing, of hoping that something good will happen... hoping that sometimes you just have to accept the fact that somethings can never be and that you should be contented by the way things are.
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Leaving is a choice. And so as staying... But you can never really ask someone to stay or leave. Its a choice that they have to make for themselves. And sometimes no matter how you plead theres just no control over what or whom they will choose...
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Ive heard countless times that waiting is a test of paitience and that one has to wait to teast the strength of the love... But what if the person decided to leave with your pleading and crying as a background? I guess waiting is not a choice I have to take.
Although Patience they sauy is a virtue, Time on the other hand is limited...
Saturday, 26 April 2008
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Currently Listening
No Really, I'm Fine
By The Spill Canvas
see relatedAnti-Boredom scheme
A couple of hours ago, i stumble over an old friend of mine... Yeah, I know what you folks would say, Its nothing new.... Yeah, Yeah, I know that.... But dont you just love it when you meet people you havent seen in a while, well for me, just a month... haha
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So we had this unbearably routinary conversation..... here's how it went:
Aprill:: HEy, long time no see...
Me:: Yeha, hows life???
Aprill:: Fine, and you?
Me:: Great....
blah, blah, blah....
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so?? that was it??? yeah, thanks for wasting my time reading this crap. But, just think...
It wasnt that bad. What seemed boring, ( okay, dumb) conversation may be just the spark I needed to get away from my nightmare of undying depression... I started texting her last night and continued to the whole day today... I guess his time I found to sit down and update my site after a long time of not doing so....
Yay!!!! At last! Anti-boredom scheme!!! I registered for an unli a couple of hours ago and sent a GM to everyone in class.... It wasnt something big... just a simple HI... BUt the result is a ton of replies...NOw I have tons of pals to talk with...
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Thanks to technology!!!
Hoorah!! Whatever...
Thursday, 17 April 2008
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Currently Listening
One Fell Swoop
By The Spill Canvas
see relatedDont blame me....
05:13 am
Dont b;lame me if you waste your time reaing this...But I still wish you would...
Its been two hours of lying around in my room doing nothing when I heard my phone beep. At last!!! ...a message., I hurriedly took my phone and read the message... It was form JOhn... It reads:
GM ::: mga tol, answer this last query, promise last na ito ::: If you were a super hero what would you do??? ::: If you were to be someone, who would you choose???::: walang kJ....
(note:GM---Group message)
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Well of course I was pissed... He alredy sent five text messages with queries the past evening... I guess he woke up and remembered to ask another one....
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I havent been sleeping well... I would rather stay up untill 7am or 8, then sleep till sunset.... My friends call it vampiric, I call it depression....
FOr the longest time in three weeks( since recognition day) I got up, took the prepaid load cards lying on my deak and registered for an unli.... I then sent a GM.... here was how it went:
Gm ::: If I were a superhero, I'd wear my pants first, then my undies.... ::: If I could be someone, I'd choose to be God... :::
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After a few minutes, I got tons of feedback.... I then renewed my ties witth my mobile phone that Ive been neglecting for quite sometime now and found out a way to kill the boredom of waiting till the museum is repaired...
Untill then, I'll remain your humble friend.... still bored....
(geez, I cant even write good stuff anymore...)
~kevin
Thursday, 10 April 2008
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Currently Listening
Legend of Mana Music Selection Soundtrack
see relatedLEssons from a beach
I just came from out of town to a beach and the experience was nothing big. We jsut spent a few nights at a beach, nothing big..... But I can say it was a little more than the ordinary.
The sand taught me a lesson... As I grasp the sand with my palm and make a fict I realized, You cant hold too many things, no matter how much yu want them to stay. And no matter how much you want them to stay the wind will always blow them away nomatter how hard you try helplessly blocking the gush of wind.
So learn to let go and choose the things you want to stay, because like the sand, only those in the center of your palm will lasts....
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During my stay at the beach, I was asked by a five-year old kid a very inquisitive query that seemed far too mature compared to his age... No it wasn't about sex, money, ect... The kid actually didn't ask me a single question but a series of them... ::::
what do you do with something that it lost? :::: i find it of course...
then what do with something you cant find? :::: hmmm..... well i'll replace it then.
then how about if you dont find an irreplacable thing? :::: then I'll forget about it....
but what do you do with something you cant find, cant replace, nor forget? ::::: hmp.... stop playing with me kid... go back home, your mom may be looking for you...
his happy face turned into a frown. I didnt move, I replied with a blank face. Before he left he said....
"ACCEPT IT"
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Wisdom surely lingers at places you can never expect it. I may spend my day at a library and find myself snoring after a few hours. Or maybe in a car while glancing at the scenes I pass by. But this vacation was surely worth the time away from home. BECAUSE I LEARNED TO LET GO and ACCEPT..."
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- Name: Kevin
- Gender: Male
- Member Since: 10/26/2007
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I am both logical and creative. I am full of ideas. I am so rational that you analyze everything. This drives people a little crazy! Intelligence is important to me. I always like to be around smart people. In fact, you're often a little short with people who don't impress you mentally. I seem distant to some - but it's usually because i'm deep in thought. Those who understand me best are fellow Rationals. In love, I tend to approach things with logic. I seek a compatible mate - who is also very intelligent. At work, I tend to gravitate toward idea building careers - like programming, medicine, or academia. With others, I a'm very honest and direct. People often can't take my criticism well. As far as my looks go, i'm coasting on what you were born with. I think fashion is silly. On weekends, yoI spend most of your time thinking, experimenting with new ideas, or learning new things.
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we all have our bad days... try not to drown in all that alcohol...:-)
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goddammit! you want to hear the truth? I LOVE HER! happy now?
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sorry, its been awhile since i last posted... -- been very busy
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