tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58243012011-04-22T03:35:19.339+09:00How Aicha Mooned the World... A flight of the Morning Star.Ashehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05370757767764200422noreply@blogger.comBlogger1071100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5824301.post-1094687599021926222004-09-09T08:52:00.000+09:002004-09-09T08:53:19.023+09:00

Art in an Island Crossroads Early Art Art in the Colony Islam-inspired Art Art in the Interior Zones Early Art Out of sites in Batangas, Mindoro, Panay Island, Butuan and Sulu, have been unearthed the jewelry and pottery of a refined people who lived in the centuries before colonization. The glass and ceramic beads, carnelians and jades were strung together with an eye for rainbow-like color

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August 21, 2004 The day of advanced gifts and pleasant surprises: August 21, 2004. Shinju texted me that she was already at the mall's Spazio Cafe. And I was still at my house, begging the people there for money. I HAD NO DAMN CENT, NOT EVEN FOR A STUPID FARE! Bleah, my brother said, Okay STOP this is your final begging of the week STOP Do not ask again STOP. Score!XD He gave me 300 pesos!

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Modern rock! You're very good! Your lyrics havelots to say, but you can go crazy sometimes...Careful now... Just keep making that musicthat keeps the rock world watching! What genre of rock are you? brought to you by Quizilla [WOO~ Brandon Boyd!] I'm sick and I throw up on our floor. So my mom shouts at me, "&^*&#%^&%$@!!!!!! DRINK THIS WATER EAT THIS FOOD SWALLOW THIS MEDICINE!!!" so I do

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You know what? The next time you see Nick tell him I'm gonna stick some needles in his face and watch him on his knees... watch him when he sees that I'm not fooling 'cause I'm through being cool And he keeps telling everyone about me like how I'm such a fool and that I'm so deceptive I think I'll make him eat the ground I think that I will turn around and notice the wind blowing tops of trees

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AICHA may explode without warningM EXPLOSIVE Username: From Go-Quiz.com AAppreciativeIInnocentCCheesyHHumorousAAltruistic Name / Username: Name Acronym Generator From Go-Quiz.com Am I cool or uncool? [CLICK] You are Super-Cool! Woah! Step back - the future's so bright for you it's blinding me! You are the coolest of the cool. Everyone looks up to you as the benchmark for being

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DORMITORY EVANGELISTMy New Blog THREE THINGS THAT SCARE ME 01 - Cockroaches 02 - Cockroaches 03 - Cockroaches THREE THINGS I DON'T UNDERSTAND 01 - Dark Matter 02 - Black Hole in Space 03 - CALCULUS THREE THINGS I'D LIKE TO LEARN 01 - 54 Languages 02 - Sign Language 03 - Geisha World THREE THINGS I AM WEARING RIGHT NOW 01 - A clean pink RAGNAROK shirt and jeans 02 - blue chucks 03 - dark

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Lets start off with a new set of garden-fresh grievances: I can't run with the world anymore. God help me but I'm sinking an Im sinking fast. I don't know what my life is for. Trashit, is this what they call angst? I DON'T WANT THIS!!! My life was perfect before. I can't accept that it's ruined now, I can't believe that I have no control whatsoever on my actions, I can't have a pattern which I

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Yesterday, I was so freaked out by guy. He was a new classmate in my new block section 2A who fancied himself a real smooth valiant knight which damsels in distress often flock around. And as you know, I'm no damsel. And I'm perpetually un-distressed. As Paul, our dear class president, was still discussing about the skit that we were going to perform, I was sitting on a tipsy table and dangling

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The Official Members of the A.R.C: -SHOT NUMBER ONE: (Bottom:) Kuya Aki, Aicha, Kuya Christian (Mid level:) Jil_Gwapa_Daw, Judith, Ate Yen, Ethel (Top:) Leo, Paul, Jackie, Theresa (Extended Top:) Sir Rene, Directora ???, Krissa A.R.C Shot Number One * A.R.C. Shot Number Two * A.R.C. Shot Number Three * HEEEE! We've officially started our play with a big bang! Personally, I never

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My inner child is six years old! Look what I can do! I can walk, I can run, I canread! I like to do stuff, and there's a wholebig world out there to do it in. Just so longas I can take my blankie and my Mommy and mythree best friends with me, of course. How Old is Your Inner Child? brought to you by Quizilla ****************************** You're a Speak & Spell!! You nerd, you.

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Aiiiiiiieeeeeee! New shoes! Look Look! *points to shiny jet-black Marios* Tomorrow is Ateneo's Official First Day Of School which basically means Ateneo's Official First Torture Day of the Whole Semester. *flips hair* HAH! I have New Shiners to walk on everyday so I'm invincible. Nothing beats having New Shoes! New Shoes... (I'm afraid I'll start to hyperventilate. Like right now.) NightSong : "

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And if these troubles should vanish like rain on midday, well I've no doubt there'll be more. When it's dark baby, there's a light I'll shine, and if you're lost, I'm right behind, cause we walk the same line. -We Walk The Same Line, Everything But The Girl For Hayaku: You know, you're not alone. Don't pretend you're a "sad cause" coz you're not. Everything lies in the threads of your life

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On RegCom: Usahay kapoy na kaayo. Pero sige na lang, kay naay mingawon sa ako pag dili ko mu-sipot. Joke lang.^^ Ang RegCom... wala na koy log-in log-in ug wala nay log-out log-out, pero sige lang gihapon ug mata by 5:30am para maka-arrive on time by 8:00am. Ang ako lang kalagot sa trabaho kay magsakit akong spinal cord after a day's work. Sakit kaayu ilang lingkuranan, maybayag unsa na ka baga

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When you see her sweet smile baby Don't think of me When she lays in your warm arms Don't think of me. Carmie: Para ito sa walang hiyang lalake na feeling nya gusto ko sya. Fuck you mo. I am not a pretty girl That is not what i do I ain't no damsel in distess And i don't need to be rescued So put me down punk Maybe you'd prefer a maiden fair Isn't there a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere Ani

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Proving It Since I stated that I have read at least (or at most if such NEGATIVITY MOSTERS lurk around here) 15,000 books, I have made a non-systematic list about the books that I've read, enjoyed, and not so enjoyed. Kaya magtatagal ako sa cafe na ito... At 20pesos lang ang pera ko. I'll make this quick, clear and true. Memoirs of A Geisha, Walastik! Super memorable ang story na ito. Feel ko

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"I am the personification of all useless facts." ~me I've read 15,000 books and yet I'm picked apart piece by piece in Trigonometry. I know how to read and write Japanese, Korean, Braille, and Al Bhed... and yet the world needs a non-blind, reality-updated, boobie chick with a very fluent American tongue. I know what art is and yet the world denies everything abstract. I have a full mind of

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Ang Magiliw Kong Pangalan Ako si Kristine Grace. Isang mabait at mahiyaing babae na may mabansot at ngapapacute na pangalan. Aba'y di ko mawari kung bakit ang pangalan ko'y ganito... Pero ipinaalam sa akin ng aking butihing nanay na ang nagpasimuno ng sabotaheng ito ay ang aking payatot na tatay. Noong ipinanganak ako was the height of EDSA Revolution. So, alam na natin na napaexile na ng buong

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A Few Drills In The Head Lift your head and smell the sky, feel your mind fail to redefine your soul. Sing along the ironic songs of dead black birds and the hum of the flesh ripping inside. Never forget the sorrow of the little girl you left behind. Conceal her broken heart, remember to give her a color strong enough for her to take. And as you walk another mile straight give her the last lie

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(Here is the essay which I made under the 10-minute timebreak. I don't know if I was delirious or I am just as this way) My dream is to become the Ambassadress of the Philippines to Korea or Egypt, or Great Britian and Ireland. Big dreams for such a little person as I am, but I believe I'm growing now. It doesn't hurt much to dream, does it? But there is a thin line between dreaming of the

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Break Your Wings I'm living my life the only way I know. I walk the streets in a radioactive dress and watch the flies die as I pass by. I look at the momentary darkness of peoples eyes and i think there is nothing there, not a symptom of change; just a starvation of letting go. Remember the time i told you you've grown your wings? And the quiet way I said take my hand and fly me towards the

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Dear Diary, Ages since I posted, and I think I'm getting the hang of posting more. So what's up what's up. Woopee doo I'm falling in love at last. (But I think all this looking at him and ogling and drooling isn't really helping me snag him, ya?) Pffft, It's not me to be so timid about speaking out what I feel, and even if he doesn't feel the same I'm still sayin it. But I'm not gonna blurt it

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How could you be so deaf my friend? She swings in a prayer. Inside a roomful of tears she prayed, beside a brazier of black hopes and one thousand dreams... ...still not heard. How could you be so dead my friend? She lived. She felt. She remembered. ...still you forget. How could you be so blind my friend my friend? She sees but begs and pleads. Naked she kneels, everything to lose. ...

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So this is the much-awaited sequel to my personal demise. WAAH! What am I doing?! No, seriously. WHAT AM I DOING? ........ ........ ........ ... .. . I AM NOT DOING ANYTHING!!!! I am wasting time by just sitting and looking at heads bowed down low, brains working overtime concentrating on their own essays, thinking that OH I AM SUCH A VIBRANT WRITER THEY'LL BE SO IMPRESSED WITH MY WIT

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Took me a while to post... Been busy lately. Jen, what did you do to with your blog lay-out?! Wow. Looks really good^^ and Kai, you're gonna find me at school, starting like RIGHT NOW!! Im in F308 RegCom ESSAY ROOM with Cyndi. Dian or whoever knows him pls tell to pls see the room address above and get the picture negatives from me. I'm there, 8/24.^^ Kuj, (wonder if you're reading this) pls

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Don't Let The Rain Come Down I conclude yesterday was my Official Sucky Day for the Month of April. But I am obliged to tell you the bright side first. I've proven that Murphy's Law was irrevocable: "If anything can go wrong, it will." And it did. I was in a fancy-frilly salon which was popular for ripping off their customers. What was I doing there I don't know, but what I was doing there was

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Pearl Lessons, A Forgotten Dive and Other Stories from the Beach Today I went to the beach and, contrary to popular belief, I DID swim. I had a great time! I wasn't feeling very Aicha then... you know, the moronically conservative Aicha everyone was familiar of. I was feeling very... spaghetti. So I actually wore a white spaghetti-strap textile stuff at Paradise Beach. Don't you just love

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The Dream The last thing I can remember now was that I was at school and I was doing a report. I talked about my circle of friends, the ARMS. I had a yellow cartolina which held the text report and another neon green cartolina which held the enlarged pictures: Me, and my parents (the picture in my wallet), and the other below is Paul Dian and his family. I was disappointed because I expected

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Why do people lie? Lie: white lie, black lie... whatever. It seems that people lie in order to continue life. I guess this comes off a little to cliched. I lie, you lie, so what else is new? I lie to cover what's hurting. I lie to make the things seem real, and I lie to escape... What's your excuse? If the truth is whole, is exaggeration a lie? Is the holding back of what's supposed to be

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Once upon a time, there was a girl. A beautiful, fair girl people thought had everything... This girl has longed to find herself ever since she knew it was missing. She wanted to find the real her and not the different faces people expect her to wear everyday. She was starting to get a little scared of them, scared of the reflection the mirrors and what people's eyes were showing back. She

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I dreamt that I was in my English13 class... Ms. Fernandez was teaching us about Modes again. I looked behind me and saw familiar faces-- my classmates in my block section and classmates in my own English class. I turned, fixing to listen to the teacher more. She wrote on the board: TEXTMATES. I wondered then why she wrote that, but it reminded me of someone. I snickered and shot a sly glance at

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Lamentations 1. that I am a good 2 inches taller so people would take me more seriously. 2. that I could kick my lazy behind so I wont lag off my summer projects like sewing... cooking... driving... Ateneo RegCom... 3. that I had my own black room... so I can develop my own pictures and not anymore go to snooty photo developing centers. 4. that someone or a book could teach me PHOTOSHOP! grrr

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You Don't [version 2] This is the place where I sit .. this is the part where I love you too much. Is this as hard as it gets? 'Cause I'm getting tired of pretending I'm tough. I'm here if you want me, I'm yours, you can hold me, I'm empty and taken and tumbling and breakin' cause you don't see me and you don't need me and you don't love me the way I wish you would the way I know you could. I

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*What time is it? 10:22... but my clock's crazy, so I'm not sure. *What's the date? March 22 *Full Name? Ooh. I'm not telling. *Age? 17 going on 9 *Birthday? September 19 *If your life were a movie, what would it be rated? PG-80 he he he... *Find a book nearby and type a random sentence from it. "Everybody's got a photographic memory, some just don't have film" ~My Journal *Do you think

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Although I am slightly biased against other poets who have already published their own poems and made it through the Lit critic's circle, I often feel envious. Although it's not like it's an easy thing but... well... I dunno. It just makes me feel so small. But there's some poems from classic authors I know by heart! There's Shakespear's Sonnet 130 and 60. Also there's that 'Breathes The Man With

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...And right now, face to face, all my dreams pushed aside; and right now I'm ready to spend the rest of my life with you... ...I build my world around you and I want you to know I need you like I never needed anyone before... ...When will I see you again? Whether far or soon. But I need you to know that I care... and I miss you... Isn't that fun? Anyway, I'm just a little bored because I've

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I was dreading this week. I hated my exams I took last February 19, ALL OF THEM. I positively think I had the intelligence equaling a monkey in dopamine overdrive. *dies* When I went to English 13 class, I asphyxiated. I couldn't believe that Ms. Fernandez would be so cruel as to hand out the results exactly after last week's meeting. She didn't even give us time to breathe out. I closed my eyes

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[Image URL will be posted soon. I'm just having a tough time with the server.] Now that's my mom, me, and my dashing dad. Too bad I'm not pretty, though.^^ But I'm happy enuf to have a picture with them. Like, it's any day that the Lord will take them away from me. It's sad but that's it. Anyway, there's a certain configuration that makes you break away from the dull and into the light. Know

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Remember Monday? It was such an awful time... Made me realize I am my own abortion... I was literally zonked sitting there on the gray equipment stand outside the Botany lab. A million thoughts ran over my perpetually sardined brain. How could I not see the cell division, for all things yellow? I cried out to myself. How could I made a stupid stupid mistake like that? I squeezed my eyes hard,

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Denouncing Hate I sort of like Egwene now. I thought of her as an obnoxiously assuming, precocious little brat, but she proved na hindi pala. So I guess it's safe to say that I grew fond of that Accepted. Why the sudden change, you ask. Well: She is a Dreamer! [/omg] I just read Chapter21 and found out that she could be a true Dreamer who can actually enter Tel'aran'rhiod (sp? I forgot the book

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As I was finishing up a Tarot reading last night, I reached for the silk (supposedly^^') purse which I use to contain my cards and to my surprise, my mind lurched and jerked: I had this de javu feeling... Some time later, I had received an email from my Board Buddy with an e-advertisment of a Dream Society (?). I, as an aspiring oneirologist, registerd there and found vital information on how to

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11:20 am I. Comprising my cramming time, Bio101 and 102 hits a raw nerve in me. I the fact that I had taken up the subject waaay before makes me want to cut off the remaing part of my spleen. It's frusrating to know that I just made a so-so grade then and now the school once again rubs it in my face that I can't actually get the Bio subject matter right. Demented, I tell you. II. All I can say

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Your Weblog Personality Type Analysis Well, well, well...according to this survey, your answers most closely resemble those we would expect to hear from the following personality type, but bear in mind that you answered 20 percent of the questions in a manner that closely resembles the weblogger personality type described below. You might not resemble the following personality very much.

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I had this dream about someone who was always carrying me. I know who he is but I won't say his name. I was in a park of some sort, a very sad theme park with crying mermaids and sleeping ticket people. There was no one else but just me... and that guy who is carrying me. And no, this is not the romantic sort of dream. I pointed to the guy and said, 'Oh look at the green and pink clown! Pretty,

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Wazzap. It has been a while since I posted a blog. Christmas's over, the New Year celebration has just officially ended yesterday, and I'm back but I still feel like 2003. Okay, so I need a resolution. I vaguely remember saying to my class about how I was going to change my image this coming year, that I am going to take brushing my hair seriously and apply lip gloss like as if I am going to

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I've never been much of a Sci-fi/Fantasy book fan. My imagination goes haywire with that genre, anyway. Fate above fate, Mike lent me (albeit unwillingly) this book he has been talking about from time immemorial. Although he could never guess what book I was in to, it has never crossed my mind that he would give me a book that I could so not get the gist of. But hey, who was I to complain? I

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As good as Final Fantasy goes, FFX-2 scores a sensational two snaps in a circle with its impressive graphics and real-time battle system. It's good to know that Square still develops their concepts well, but there is something amiss on this particular game. Even if this may just be a sequel to the FFX, FFX-2 does not revolve around a particular genre of video games, swell enough for some gamers

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It was a dreary August night and I was bored out of my skin, so Zed, Kai and Me went to National Bookstore to eat some books... actually, we could digest it. If the enzymes would permit. So I was in the Filipino Lit Shelves, trying to find a copy of YOUNG BLOOD Version 4.5, and with the luck hanging on its pinky finger inside me, I doubt that I could find a copy with the INVASION OF THE

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Bakit ba nila napagisipang maging bading sila? Gut instinct ba yun? Or is it a denial ng kanilang pagkalalake? Ano ba ang nasa utak nila at gusto nila ang mga lalake? Andami kong tanong... Kasi... ano... SAYANG. Tingnan nyo yan si GIRL... (pesteng buhay, oo.) Ang gago--- este, gaga--- nagsayaw pa naman ng pagkalandi-landi sa stage? Pero kahit doon, di nawala ang kayang kagandahan--- ah,

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Life is a battlegroundAnd I am a soldier on my ownI live to serveI am a soldier but not aloneI want a person worth fighting forWorth defending, worth my last breathAnd whom I trustto even lay down my own lifeI will be brave, I will be right.No more solitary moments like beforeI swear my life as I fightTo the person worth dying forBut most of all I would want that person to beThe one I keep inmy

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I was dreading the traffic and cursing every street-greedy driver in this smog-belched country. Time zoomed past me and I wanted to scream at the world "KICK YOUR SLEAZY BEHIND AND LET ME GO TO SCHOOL THIS INSTANT!!" I was very near to having a temper tantrum, and Kit couldn't bear my unceasing whining about how I was going to miss THE most beautiful presentation in my life: The Korean students

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First I have a really really super mega blockbuster project that I have to make RIGHT AT THIS VERY MOMENT. Aww but I'm tired, I can't do anything and the story that I made is really nauseating. Ang Pamana ni Tata Serapio at iba pang kwentong bukid (Grandfather Serapio's Legacy and other stories of the countryside) and I can't find something to arouse my interest with the dumb story that I made.

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PEOPLE WHO THINK OTHER PEOPLE ARE BELOW THEIR LEVEL. I don't appreciate people who are like that. They're so HILAS and everything. WELL, HERE'S SOME NEWS FOR YOU: you think you're smart, talented, handsome, then you have no idea how disgusting you are, you're not even half my spleen's intellectual level. you are an insufferable, intolerable rat's ass. YOU GO TO THE PITS TOO. I am so vexed at

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The universe is unfair: Your world of white and green is over there; I'm lost and unaware, I'm here but you don't care~random thoughts~ He sat on an old rickety swing, silent-still, not talking to me. He's not even looking at my direction. Anyway, that's okay, I guess. I still remeber the time I teased him about a shirt he chose. I wonder if he still remebers that evrn now... It was a dark gray

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PEOPLE WHO ARE ASSUMING THIS AND ASSUMING THAT I HATE PEOPLE WHO JUDGE OTHERS WITH NO BASIS WHATSOEVER, NO TACT WHATSOEVER, AND ESPECIALLY NO DIRECT CONTACT WITH THE OTHER PARTY'S FEELINGS WHAT.SO.EVER. I hate the people who think they know me so much as to state what I feel inside. I would really allow myself to be bare WHEN I WANT TO and WHEN I DECIDE NOT TO OR WHAT YOU ARE SAYING IS NOT

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~Lady Gwen I knew this guy who played with silent melodies in his mind. It swims in his fantasy, and when you listen very carefully---because when you won't hear it you'll never find it again---you will hear the sounds of his own untold dreams. Sometimes when I get to spend time with him I don't talk. Considering the fact that I am as loud-mouthed as a rhino in heat, it never cease to amaze him

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The Angry Princess What sign of the Black Zodiac are you? brought to you by Quizilla Alrighty! I read Khadji and Mo's Big-R rocky path on the Tarot. [Its been quite a while since I touched those cards, man...] The summary I got was THE EMPRESS. I had an intuition that they're gonna be happy if they just give each other a chance. I even read my sisters' and she got very flustered at the

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The template was missing and all I could do was sit here and see my blog deteriorate infront of me. I went crazy in trying to encode and endcode. Damn, scared the spleen out of me it did. Please BlogLord let me do this right. *clicks the Publish button*

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MY PIC Image by Bekkoame! I hold no rights of this series created by KADOKAWA SHOTEN.

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When I was a little girl, I had so many ardent ambitions for myself: I wanted to be an astronaut for I believd that the moon was made of cheeze and the stars really were colorful, shiny candies; I wanted to become a teacher so everybody will listen to what I have to say; But when I was in grade six, all these profession came to an abrupt stop. I had a Muslim princess for a classmate, and I think

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Dodeche ar suga obso namjadurui maum wonhar ten onjego da juni ije tonande ironjog choumirago nonun thugbyorhadanun gu marur midosso negen hengbogiosso I just cant understand the hearts of men they tell you they want you and then they leave you this is the first time, you're special I believed those words and I was so happy marur haji guresso nega shirhojyoda go nunchiga obnun nan nur

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He's the only guy I thought that had come close to being my personal mentor. I always thought that he could really see behind all the smog in life and try to let me see the greatness of this world with his words. DS, I know you're probably never gonna read this, but I only wanted to say cough*remain omitted*cough ... Just take care of the eyes in your mind because thats where the mystery of

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God the father coaxed me to paint a garden. I said, what flowers should I paint here? He just smiled at me and said What flowers would you like in your own garden. I felt so puzzled, I don't like flowers, God. I thought you knew that already, seeing that you're God and stuff. Unbeknown to me, he bought his own canvas. I was really into it, Its like a Divine Canvas, huh? Oh, just some I borrowed

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I asked the world to give me a perfect life, but all I got were sad years, sad days. I asked the world to give me a perfect face, but all I got was a mask to hide the bruise, the blood, the scratch. I asked the world to give me a perfect match, it didn't come even if I waited long. Searching, eyes pained to scan, to roam, watchful of someone who might come along. ~random thoughts Smitten, smit,

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Okay, this afternoon I plan to go to Z's... with the PS2. Anyway, I wish I'll have fun. Because being happy is a far far cry from what I've gone through all semestral break. Im so sad that I wished God would just take me away. Oh, please, I'm not suicidal or anything. I don't want to take my own life. I want God to do it. As if I'm so special he could single me out. And since I'm still here -

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I want to stick a pink Post-It sign on my forhead with the I'M REALLY BREAKABLE. PLEASE BE NICE words on it. 2710 "Hello, ate! Could you fetch that address book in my room? Its on my bed beside the bags!" "Huh? What do you mean?" "You know! The address book with a little girl in a kimono!" "I don't know what that is..." Dammit. I'm in a hurry. "Just-- Just give the phone to Miko!" "Huh?

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Don't cover your eyes, I can't see. I hold the hand... I hold your hand that echoes my own agony. ~random thoughts

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UnnamedGuy: You're like... you know... a unique girl. Like, a real unique sea thingy that you can't find elsewhere. Me: A sea thingy, huh? UnnamedGuy: Yeah, thas right. Like a unique starfish. ~a conversation between me and a friend The depressed blob that is me remembers all the schmuck people say to make me feel better. As cornball and trite as it is, it doesn't scratch out the feeling that

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I feel sick. I feel like I want to throw up my stomach, liver, spleen... everything to relieve this sickening feeling inside. I can't believe I'm this depressed... Im a sad, sad, person in this brightly-lit room. I stand out like a glaring glob of everything gray... I want to cry but I have no particular reason to and it irritates me so much I want to cry beacuse of it. I don't think I have a

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And its only 8am... There's a gnawing feeling in my tummy right now, Im sacred, Im anxious, Im filled with dread and this has been eating me for days. I want to scream but I can't because the family baby is sleeping; I can't ram against a wall because I can't pay for the damage; I can't kill myself because we don't have any money for the burial fee. ...I could go to jail for this and that... I

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Got my PS2 back from a 3-day stay at Dian's. Mike brought his mem card and the idiot that is me forgot to bring mine. Dian bought Chaos Legion! *crazy, rich guys have all the luck.* At school, he called up me and Mike, then thrust a world-shattering question to us: GGXX Reload or Chaos Legion?? I was like, 'GGXX Reload!', and Mike was 'Chaos!'. Dian declared our decision null and void and

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I am pretty much confused about the system of heirarchy of giesha in Gion. The thing is, I read the Memoirs first, then the Autobiography second. Now I am completely off the loop. The only heirarchy I know is High-Class Geisha and Low-Class Geisha. (When I read Memoirs, my first book.) In Memoirs, the heroine of the story underwent a ritual called "MIZUAGE" or the claiming of one girl's

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Seven Little people I have Sometimes six but no more than eight. Little big forheaded, big eyed Okashi, And far away Yamakeshi, who will not let go of my hand, bring me souvenirs of giesha fan to their flight back from Japan. I pat their heads One and Two. The spastic monkey, Ja-bin, is little people Number Three. He does not know how the pretty world goes beyond his mom's garden of dead lilac

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Freud said that a dream is a bit of saliva from the sea of repressed emotion that our mind spits out... or so Id like to believe. That goes to show what I've learned in psychology (take that Istructor P.) Although I can't remember eveything, I pretty much blame it on my poor excuse for a memory. So it goes something like this: ~*~ Dan and Jen sits on a bench in a medical room. I stand near the

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Which Hellsing character are you? We're going to SM! The mall of the FUTURE! I think the majority of the Social to socialite population wanders its confines. Yes. Im now one of the socialite butterfly. YAY. *bombs the mall* go away evil building, the root of all Marxist reasons that were condemned by Socrates stating that -In every empire, there is a stone wall that divides the wealthy from the

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I was feeling pretty down last night, because I had to go home early and I couldn't stay for our "Bye-Bye-See-You-Next-Semester" get-together. Taru-kun arrived there at the exact time (or so he said), me and Kit were 15 minutes late. Red, Exel and the others kept on saying "Yeah, yeah, we'll be there". Fat chance. After 48 years of waiting for them, they finally arrived, three by three, two by

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We went to MTS today. Me, Kit, Zed, Kai, Red, Jade, Exel, Arlene, Paul, Jed, Zeska, Hubag, Grace, Pearl, JV, Norisa, Onni, Francis, Arnello, and Red's Girl. All of us clustered in different circles but we were nonetheless united. We're all relieved that our Finals problems are over, and the sleepless nights of studying and coffee-drinking is over too! Some people think that its all so foolish to

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Took the EEngl11 exam today. And the damn Fili1.... Its frustrating to say the least but there's no hope anymore NILAYAS AKONG FUTURE!! bai bai... Kai has a new bloggie... With all the Tags and the Pics and the Flash Animation. I wish I know how to do a flash. Hee hee... pwede unta ko pahimo uy. Athena ?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ?? brought to you by Quizilla I had a dream... I

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You represent... anger. Mad at the world, eh? You have a tendency to...freak out easily. Overly emotional abouteverything, you're most prone to bouts ofcruelty and moodiness. Other people may beafraid of the fact that you explode so easily,but at least you're honest... even if you'rehonest about not liking anything. What feeling do you represent? brought to you by Quizilla

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Wow, Prez Arroyo is sure all out for Prez Bush's visit...

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I feel that I failed in my Math Finals. Im not so sure about my answers except some of those in the multiple choices. I think that I forgot to transfer my other answers from my scratch paper to my answer sheet **shakes head glumly** Im deathly afraid of what the outcome will be. I just wish that I'd still get a line of 80's thought. I should be happy, but now Im bored... All my classmates are

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Who? SCARLET haruka na hoshizora ni yume wa mada miemasu ka? osanai ano hi yori azayaka desu ka? mune ni afurete tsunoru omoi nemuri wasurete jounetsu no iro tatoe tookute mo kitto tadoritsukeru tsuyoku shinjite'ta ano hi no watashi ga ima mo kokorode nemutte-iru GARASU no bara yori mo hakanakute moroi no ni yume miru koto wa naze sadame na no deshou

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Which Guilty Gear X character are you? I came to a realization that I want to play GGXX Reload. Damn, if it weren't Chinese, I'd gladly pay good money to but that CD. I still wonder what the heck happened to Millia Rage and Venom though, because when I play 'em both, they got first the DRAMATIC PHANTOMINE ore sumthing. I just wished that a GGXX movie will come out. Speaking of Movies, I

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A GAME-BOY. Reality sucks, but as long as you haveyour electronics you feel you can cope. Timegoes unnoticed when youre locked in your roomhooked up to your Nintendo, rocking to yourfavourite collection of guitar-driven albums. Your virtues: Intelligence, sense-of-humour,individuality. Your flaws: Inability to cope with real life,action-freak spirit, reclusive nature. EXTRA: Your personality type

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Yoshimi - "Happy Beauty" Sponsored by www.life-blood.cjb.net What would your Japanese name be? (female) brought to you by Quizilla If ever I will set my goal on becoming a Geisha, I think this will be my name. =)

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Your element is Earth. I hate to say it but you aredown to earth. Stubborn and loyal. You tend towant to nurture others and you are the oneperson friends always come to for answers.Without people like you others would be flyingover the edge because, whether you know it ornot you keep a steady beat to your life andwill end up where you want to in the end. Thereis a sureness about you that is hard

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Your magical style is Priestess. What type of Magic do you work?. Take the Magical Style Quiz by Paradox Wow, i like this thing.... *hums*

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What's Your Outlook on Life? brought to you by Quizilla You are a muse. What legend are you?. Take the Legendary Being Quiz by Paradox

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Do you know that I have an unexplained preternatural relationship with the moon? Quarterly and Halfs I can deal, but when shown a picture or an actual scene of the Full and the New, my chest contracts. Really, iy does. I've never mentioned it to anyone before. Not even my family. When my chest contracts, my eyes fixates on the glowing ring that surrounds it, and I feel a sense of foreboding and

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What Is Your Battle Cry?Skulking across the fields, brandishing a mighty sword, cometh Geisha! And she gives a vengeful howl:"I'm going to clobber you into the fourth dimension, and dip you in uranium!"Find out!Enter username: Are you a girl, or a guy ?created by beatings : powered by monkeys So there, that's my battle cry. Kinda wimpy dont'cha think? Okay, let's try again with my personal

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The Pink Sanctuary

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Dian said "I don't know if you're good enough for me" i know Im a little bit rusty and I mix up left clicks to pvp. even then I know that I've never been really loved and Khadz' voice scares me well I feel like my tears are gonna give plus im a little bit hungry well this aint over, no not here, not while I still need Chris around. you all owe me, some loose change. yeah It just might do some

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Me, Exel, Onni, Kai, Zezka, Red and Juppet went to SM and watched a sort-of-horror movie. It was a little facinating for me because most of the scenes there involve a lot of blood and when I say a lot I mean a lot. I got lucky because Red gave me ticket so I can watch the movie for free, and Exel bought me popcorn and coke. Oh Lady Luck looked so fine last night. Actually, I really had no money,

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Nothing is cheaper than something free...

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Here's my version of Weird Al's song: [no music please...] We've been together for so very long But now things are changing, oh I wonder what's wrong? Seems you don't want me around The feeling is gone and the smile's died down I guess I lost a little bit of self - esteem That time that you made it with the whole cheerleading team You used to think I was nice Now you tell all your friends that

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...I realized that I am so blessed. Funny, aint it? Last night, I figured that in a way I almost the luckiest being alive. My family loves me, my close friends talk to me, my classmates smile at me and Im living in my sister's beautiful house. Okay. Stop before I cry. You know, there is as much meaning to the famous line "COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS", its weird but if you really reflect on that, you

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Dian called me moments ago. The first thing he said was: "Sorry, Aich..." *dramatic pause* and I was like, "huh? ....what?", and everything. He wanted to apologize because he spent the net card I lent him, "I'll pay you back.." he said. The weird thing is, I was supposed to call him tonight to say that I will be giving him the net card.

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We just finished Psychology111 with Instructor P., I was absent in our History111 because I overslept. I had to finish my reflection paper for PSY... the deadline's today. Hope I did good with the paper. Oh, my cellphone was stolen last Saturday, October 4. A supposedly disabled man sat down next to me in the bus and then he slowly took out my cellphone from my pocket. How imbecilicof me. I

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Hi. Im going crazy, its a little not fun though. I have to remember to do my psychology paper which is due the day after tomorrow and Im still here picking my nose and writing on my blog. Basically, I have to search for a background about EMOTION and how it plays in our lives. I have to print it too... Im wondering if there is any ink left in the cartridge. I made the FYCF assignment already

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As I was arranging my closet and bookshelves yesterday, I noticed that there were some books missing. I was puzzled because I forgot who I lent it to, but I had an idea who it were: +Do They Hear You When You Cry ~my sister +A Place To Call Home ~my sister +Inferno ~Cyndi +Where The Heart Is ~Wediosa And some comics: +CultureCrash 3,4,10 ~Jv +Japanese Comic Hana To Yume ~Dan Im not sure if

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