the quiet.sitting on my chair facing the desktop.listening to marie digby's avalanche, click five's good day & beyonce's broken hearted girl.browsing quoted images at weheartit.com.guessing what will happen later & tomorrow.reminiscing what happened yesterday.texting & receiving messages.thinking that there's a bunch of my favorite grapes inside the fridge.drinking purified water.making those ten and the figure 21 special in my heart.remembering my other friends.worrying about those one-of-a-kind goodies.imagining future plans.constantly looking at the time.anticipating a friend's reaction.looking forward to intramurals, Christmas vacation, anniversary, musical night, & camp.figuring out holiday gifts.spending time playing friends exposed.adoring my new pants.posting intriguing passages in my facebook profile.&& just having fun...FOR NOW:)
I was recently hearted. Three things cannot be hidden: the sun, the moon & the TRUTH.
a million mournings
Saturday, November 28, 2009 ||
3:13 PM
...my deepest condolences to the victims of the Maguindanao massacre... a SALUTE to all fighting for CHANGE November 23, 2009
and the worst part was...
Friday, November 27, 2009 ||
4:31 AM
Earlier this day, one of, perhaps, the worst disasters in my life unexpectedly happened.
The SHAME!tsktsk.
So I prepared for this competition like big time! For almost a week, I was bothered about studying and researching for the 'science and technology trivia' contest thinking that the competition would be tough. I would have to be excused from class just to review, and the sleepless nights, causing stress and sagging eye bags, have been part of my habit already. That's how hard I worked; that's how determined I am.
We had last-minute recaps before going to SM (the contest venue). We arrived early. Fascinating & informative stalls featuring products & innovations from all parts of the region almost covered the mall's activity area. Though we were amused by the stalls, my nervousness grew as the time for the competition nears.
After some time, the program started; not later, the trivia quiz. As the quiz master read the rules, there was something that struck us hard. "Anyone can join! Come and participate! You'll have 2 minutes to submit your answers. Those who'll get the question correctly, your names will be RAFFLED to identify the winners; therefore, this is more of a GAME of LUCK!"
I mean, what was that?! I thought this was one of those traumatic, brain-cracking quiz games. But it only turned out to be a plain, humorous game. I was heavily dumb-founded. Sir Jonatz was right - it's nakakaimbyerna! I almost cried.
This only means that things really aren't the way we thought they were. There's always a possibility that things would go wrong - that they wouldn't happen according to our expectations. Even so, although I'm quite disheartened, I still practice my supposed attitude - and that's optimism.
I'm still grateful that I was able to experience that kind of scenario. It'll surely be a comical memory
Mr. Greedy has taken over me. And I'm sorry. I was dumb to do that. I've realized it. Now, I know what I'll do.
ang tiktak ng papel at lapis
Friday, November 20, 2009 ||
5:40 AM
Nothing. They just popped out of confusion. Perhaps I just remembered those nauseous shade marks on my clean, white, machine-scanned paper where our futures lie.
I just realized, accurate shading isn't that easy. Well maybe, compared to other tasks, it's as simple as eating banana. But still, everything in the world is accompanied with complexity. Even the easiest tasks can result to difficult situations, just like shading. Call me insane or what but that's what I believe. I'm just talking nonsense here. Better leave you with a BLEEP:]
What do you want? Just tell me! You don't have to do this! We don't have to end up like this!
at world's end
Sunday, November 15, 2009 ||
3:10 AM
WOAH![clap!clap!clap!]
2012 was spectacular! Though shameful to admit,I'm still glad it's the first movie I've seen on silver screen just a day after its world premiere. Bravo Mr. Emmerich! Excellent visual effects! I almost died out there! Whenever the action's on, I can't help myself but cover my eyes and scream. It literally got a hold of my precious breath.
Pardon me for over-reacting but you can't blame little Miss Talkie. I've been unmindful of the seemingly emotionless audience inside the movie house for quite some time but when Mr. Buldogy started to command his precious Bentley, everyone went berserk. Nice joke there!
Though amused, I still have the chills reminiscing those people effortlessly waiting for earth to fall upon them - the stampede, the wreck, collisions, explosions, and all traumatic things. The flick was full of fictional acts; somehow too unbelievable to be true. Nevertheless, I'm still faithful that the world's got a thousand or perhaps millions of years more to live. Agree?
What's great about watching a movie, other than the film itself, is the person you're with. The day was a perfect bonding spree. Knowing that friendship won't have to end soon- unlike earth's predicted future - just figuratively puts the cherry on top.
Watch it but don't be deceived. Still, it's still a movie - another clever creation of man's imagination.
"You're like a cup, full of opinions and speculations. To see the light of wisdom, you have to empty the cup."~ Mr. Monk
I don't know what's bothering you but it's bothering me too. Take a break, will you?
naughty baby
Saturday, November 7, 2009 ||
6:36 PM
hey! hey! watch this!:) WARNING: babies, don't try this at home! *laughs*
movie-deod
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6:03 PM
It just happens that I frequently catch this video in MTV and it's quite a laugh. Both of them are so synchronized. So pro! I just can't imagine how they do these things. Maybe that's why they're Youtube superstars. Now, they're havin' a taste of fame. Well, good thing there's Youtube. Charice, Justin Bieber, these two, the Cebu prisoners, and many others who now have their names tied with popularity, should be thankful for what Youtube has done to them. Thanks to Steve Chen, Chad Hurley at Jawed Karin! [For everyone's information, they're the brain and pioneers of Youtube.]
Keep countin' those views! Enjoy!:)
it's passion, not position
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5:23 PM
Mahabang oras ang aming nilakbay patungong paraiso. Paraiso nga ba? Maaari - para sa mga diwata't enkantong dati ng nakatira doon. At para sa'min? Isa itong paglalakbay ng mga estranghero sa lupang ipinangako ng ating mga ninuno noong unang panahon.
Maputik ang daan pero nakaraos din naman. Nakasalubong namin ang mga katutubong sadyang may busilak na kaugalian - malayo sa mga taong pang-siyudad ang asal dala na rin ng makabagong panahon.
Pinatuloy nila kami sa kanilang tribo. Tinuruan kami ng mga gawing pangkatutubo. Kami nama'y nakisali sa kanilang mga gawain - kumanta ng 'Booga-booga' at nag-alay ng dasal para kay Anito.
Tanghalian na ngunit hindi basta-basta ang pagkain sa kanila. Kailangan nila itong pagtrabahuhan. Naglakbay kaming muli patungo sa gubat upang mangaso't pumitas ng mga prutas. Matagal at mahaba ang naging pakikipagsapalaran namin sa mga galang hayop na nagkalat sa gubat.
Nang nakabalik kami sa tribo, pinagpahinga muna ang pagod naming mga katawan. Sa isang kutsong may kumot mula sa balat ng tigre kami pinahiga. Naging masarap ang aming pagpapalipas oras.
Di nagtagal ay handa na ang aming pagkain. Nakamamangha! Parang isang piyesta ang nagaganap. Ang mesa ay napupuno ng mga sari-saring prutas, kakanin, lutong-bahay, at napapagitna ang isang malaking litson mula sa nahuli naming baboy-ramo. May sayawan at kantahan kaya naman tunay kang gaganahan sa pagkain. Masaya kaming nagsalu-salo. Masarap pala ang pagkain kapag pinaghirapan mo itong kunin.
Sa isang iglap ay nasimot ang laman ng mesa. Lahat ay nabusog kaya nagpasalamat ang lahat kay Anito.
Bumababa na ang araw. Parating na ang gabi. Kailangan na naming lisanin ang kanilang teritoryo. Subalit bago kami umalis, pinaunlakan nila kami ng isang sayaw, isang katutubong sayaw ng pagtanggap at pasasalamat. May mga regalo rin silang iniwan sa'min - mga mahahalagang bagay na kanilang nakuha mula sa pangangaso. Ibinalik namin ang kanilang kabaitan nang kami'y taos-pusong nagpasalamat.
Di matatawaran ang aming naging araw kasama ang mga katutubo. Naiiba sila. Hindi sila basta-basta. Nag-iba ang aking pananaw kaya naman hindi malabo na kami'y bumalik sa kanilang tribo. Kami'y babalik upang ipakilala ang kanilang natatanging kultura.
[Division Echo Leadership Seminar Workshop~November 6, 2oo9~Leon Q. Mercado High School~Urban Poor, Pacol, Naga City~attended by the division SSG officers. SUPERB!]
republika kan tirigsikan
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4:54 PM
[An tigsik (inaapód man na kansíng) saróng suánoy na porma nin halìpót na rawitdawit na minapahilíng kan natural na talento kan mga Bikolano sa pagberso. Kompwesto iní nin apát na taytáy na igwáng walóng silaba. Lambáng sarô kainí igwáng eskimang saróng sarambit o mono-rhyme.]
Nagkaigwa kaming mga estudyante nin sarong seminar worksyap ukol sa TIGSIK na pinamayuhan kan PIKSEL na grupo sa samong eskwelahan para sa saindang websayt. Naimbitahan ninda si Mrs. Aida B. Cirujales na siyang tig-aapod na 'Tigsik Queen' kan Bicol. Siya an nagsusurat nin mga tigsik sa Bicol Mail asin may mga libro man siya ukol sa tigsik. Siya an nagtukdo samuyang mga Naguenian kun ano ang tigsik, an importansya kani sa kultura kan Bikol lalo na sa literatura, asin siyang nagpadangog kan saiyang ngirit na dai matatapatan kan iba.
Ini dikit lang sa mga tigsik ni Mrs. Cirujales:
Tigsik ko an mga pasaway na eskuela, Na pastidyong marhay sa mga maestra. Daing nanonodan sa mga leksyon ninda, Ta sige sanang sirot mga madaldalon baga.
Tigsik ko an ibang maestra, Sa konsumisyon sa pasaway na eskuela. Dai man makalatob, pero sige an muda, Haros mapatudan ugat, sa kasasaway sana.
Tigsik ko man ining sarong prinsipal daa Na ganid man na marhay sa kuwarta. Ta pati sa ID kan sa Kinder na eskuela, Gusto pang makiheras sa delihensiya.
Ini man an ginibong video kan sakong mga amiga sa saindang pagduman sa Iriga para kaulayon si Mr. Francisco Peñones, saro mang eksperto pag-abot sa tirigsikan.
the wick and the flame
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4:51 PM
all saint's day 2oo9
if i had a chance i'd bring back time to have that embrace once more to cherish every blithesome moment we had to make you the proudest person of all to cure the sickness that runs through our souls
but things are never too easy forever only exists in His own kingdom i was too naive to understand nature i took you for granted
i'm sorry the time was supposedly ours but i caught the bus late you traveled the road alone and so, you disappeared in the mist
i cry when it's all about you but my heart is not flesh this ego wounded you and 'cause of it, you broke apart
i know it's hard to make it up but trying isn't impossible it's my fault the penitence is mine yours is resolution
pardon me if you please or resent the meek but setbacks won't ever conquer love love is the ultimate
my flame won't fade for you it'll flare forever
mida gave me a touch
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4:38 AM
oct.3o.2oo9
Mida came to LA alley just to touch me.
LA - pertaining to the cradle of the almost perfect, prominent cone-shaped land formation ever created by God - Legazpi, Albay.
My heart almost jumped out of my rib cage and it nearly experienced palpitations when I was informed that classes were suspended. I was in the bus that time traveling to LA to take the BUCET. Typhoon Santi saved me from hatred, disappointment, embarrassment, and all terms related to 'worst-case scenarios'.
Part of the blessing was Mr. Eye Glass Man.I got late for my 6:30 a.m. schedule. Good thing Mr. Eye Glass Man allowed some latecomers to catch up and not wait for the next session anymore. Eventhough I sensed that he had a bad temper that time, his heart still conquered his stiffness.
And so...it was all done. I was happy to be able to accomplish my goal without any annoying stuff bothering my mind.
At 10 a.m., I took my breakfast at Greenwich, Pacific Mall. At 2 p.m.,rice with beef steak toppings was my lunch star at Everybody's Mall. All things were behind schedule. Add the strange-looking, silent guy I encountered in the van - weird!
The irritating dullops of raindrops falling from the sky, crisscrossing the highways in LA, havin' a smell at LA's fusty atmosphere, sleeping on the agonizing seat of the van, shoppin' in the middle of the storm at a store with pants bargained at P400, and havin' mean campus strangers stare at you sounded like curses to me, but never were Bro's kindness.