tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45790877310737159532024-03-13T04:54:33.533-07:00all work and no play makes panda a dull bearUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579087731073715953.post-45921780381645432502010-10-26T11:23:00.000-07:002010-10-26T11:49:36.461-07:00inside my DUH mind<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">you know what I really missed writing. I missed the days were paper, pen and thoughts were my best friends. Seems as though this passion for writing is slowly slipping out of my hands, Honestly it has been an effort for me to even construct sensible sentences. This is no ordinary writer's block i'm telling you my mind has been very stagnant from the last semester until now. I miss my curiosity my drive to learn every bits and pieces of information that stimulates my mind to function. Maybe Sylvia Plath is right If you invest so much effort and time in honing just one skill you will lose interest on the rest. </span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">What will happen to my dream to:</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">become an articulate writer?</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">become fluent in Nihongo?</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">to be a discreet dancer XD</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">become somebody someday</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">this is so depressing </span></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579087731073715953.post-74058502922882105522010-09-10T12:30:00.001-07:002010-09-10T12:44:43.040-07:00no other<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj574Sbp1iuyMYqV0gEH6NRUBLpo_V9DkfkbWVJXmi08aX8unXjCsOQHOBf2UJpoWfvAWr38NqVqA8qKyLhX8Zu_I1D48mUSAJTHGuCMkIg4sF8mCmB7rv3a2NAO3U8sZUvzd_vUmaPmg/s1600/DSC03809+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj574Sbp1iuyMYqV0gEH6NRUBLpo_V9DkfkbWVJXmi08aX8unXjCsOQHOBf2UJpoWfvAWr38NqVqA8qKyLhX8Zu_I1D48mUSAJTHGuCMkIg4sF8mCmB7rv3a2NAO3U8sZUvzd_vUmaPmg/s320/DSC03809+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515369698184377234" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(110, 113, 115); line-height: 15px; "><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Senbazuru 千羽鶴</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">legend says that if you folded 1,000 paper cranes you’ll be granted one wish by a crane</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">It's been hell yeah months since I've updated this blog and yeah my life has experienced many twists and turns that are left unpublished since then but I believe there are reasons for that as cliche as they say some things are better left unsaid.. ohhh ohh ohhh demmit I've been trapped in the trance of the song no other by suju LOL anyway what's new with me? I'm really happy at how the Lord makes me realize things well at first I never wanted to take my practicum at any other sites except airports/airlines but he placed me at the Department of Tourism and you know what? I'm really surprised because I'm enjoying it, I enjoy the opportunities that comes with working on the government I never thought I will be introduced to some people from the industry and also I'm learning things that only the department can give me and I'm really happy for that :) well I also learned a new hobby and it's really obvious ^^^^^^ I'm really proud of my first origami I actually gave it to my love :D and also I'm planning on doing the senbazuru wish me luck because obviously I really need it n_____n I really need the wish!</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">btw i miss you panda blog!!!!!!</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">ps. I missed writing with passion lately I observed that my writing lacks the passion it once have my posts are very random...:( </span></span></span></p></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579087731073715953.post-49156917341614109402010-05-27T09:06:00.000-07:002010-05-27T09:31:04.544-07:00au revoir summer!<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">and that means on the job training for me whew..not that I don't want to experience it but maybe because I've enjoyed my summer escapades this year that's the reason why I've passed my resume late and well you know the rest I got </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">REJECTED </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">from the first practicum site assigned to me..</span></span></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The reason why I have been such a slob is because of the endless summer outings that my family have planned this summer well according to my tally here are the highlights of my summer I've been to puerto gallera twice XD but barely touch it's pristine waters LOL..went swimming with my highschool batchmates..had another indoor swimming trip with my extended family at 8 waves and white house XD plus a rumor is circulating again in our family that there will be another swimming this saturday watda :))))))))))))))))))))))</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">anyway I can't blame them for planning so much swimming trips the only culprit is global warming grrr...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">nuff of that</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I'm also pretty excited and happy of the result of my latest hair dye whatcha think?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi28BU04xUe6te-vRCd8mnG0PzeTY847557cob_dRJQgZMnChg5pkG6M-mC3H9AsRY52g0sJFjTRuPMWJcKr83Iima1mPIW-Tpa7COS52FCI_vnf1nC0JDO7sdTzAlXys5CzWQ6lTdetg/s1600/crop+4.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi28BU04xUe6te-vRCd8mnG0PzeTY847557cob_dRJQgZMnChg5pkG6M-mC3H9AsRY52g0sJFjTRuPMWJcKr83Iima1mPIW-Tpa7COS52FCI_vnf1nC0JDO7sdTzAlXys5CzWQ6lTdetg/s320/crop+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475986245178811602" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579087731073715953.post-75907553396614136582010-05-05T08:06:00.000-07:002010-05-05T08:21:41.084-07:00and the results are in...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM20c4r0dupZY19o0pxTEJlv-DXgHTAwoV8z0fKiDOJkvgAAFjO6FlOL2No8VFCcEaaeGC5ehCoshlpJCp8DCM2x4MJoy11wcgOEG_iMCYUkLq1l5_EgZBXFSxR3PpFq75FH9ycgoY_g/s1600/Malaysia_Airlines.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM20c4r0dupZY19o0pxTEJlv-DXgHTAwoV8z0fKiDOJkvgAAFjO6FlOL2No8VFCcEaaeGC5ehCoshlpJCp8DCM2x4MJoy11wcgOEG_iMCYUkLq1l5_EgZBXFSxR3PpFq75FH9ycgoY_g/s320/Malaysia_Airlines.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467806312531530786" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">okay so I was really wishing hard to be recommended at Japan Airlines but as my faith unfolded I will not have my OJT recommendation letter presented to the nihon people but to the malays yeah you read it right I was recommended at Malaysia Airlines in their Makati Office at Ayala Ave. After letting it sink in I steadfastly researched the basic infos about the said airline well If i'm going to spend 300 hours of my time as a trainee there I might as well get to know the company... and I was really impressed when I read some of it I never had the slightest idea that MH is the 6th placer on the top airlines of the world and is also one of the privileged airlines to get a five star status from skytrax and because of that I learned to appreciate this company that was recommended by my professors to be my training ground before I face the real world. I just hope that I will enjoy my OJT there if ever they accept me. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579087731073715953.post-14955682616982306082010-04-30T08:07:00.000-07:002010-04-30T08:15:32.563-07:00a panda's life uncovered<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "><b>Isteph's routinary activities since summer started:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><ul><li style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">wake up at 10:30-12:00 -.-</span></span></li><li style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">watch pops in seoul, america's next top model, flip the channels for movies</span></span></li><li style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">watch time fly <b>BORED</b></span></span></li><li style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">open laptop to surf the net </span></span></li><li style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">watch korean dramas, movies,music videos via you tube or watch dvds</span></span></li><li style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">take a bath</span></span></li><li style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">eat dinner</span></span></li><li style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">open laptop again with nothing to do but update accounts :)</span></span></li></ul><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b>WHEW!</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I wonder where will I take my ojt this semester hmmmmmmmmmm.... :)</span></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579087731073715953.post-34741885352998925472010-04-29T09:57:00.000-07:002010-04-29T10:00:41.106-07:00a change of heart<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large; ">I WILL KEEP MY LIFE BACK ON TRACK STARTING TOMORROW :'> </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579087731073715953.post-66803585048933460062010-04-18T08:34:00.000-07:002010-04-18T08:58:08.730-07:00summer loving<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicldkOM7J1ImkoO00XPQe1oGBZVBKQt45Yw-LpH34gB4qqORUA6lQQqGsaYHTF0NDgdxBjb9XiDC8ulLbhlEdPbCXYoR8Dy4FsJbCyHYWaWsJyLOsXGP3N7J0VKWYhHJTxMsaKBegF-Q/s1600/SDC10925.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicldkOM7J1ImkoO00XPQe1oGBZVBKQt45Yw-LpH34gB4qqORUA6lQQqGsaYHTF0NDgdxBjb9XiDC8ulLbhlEdPbCXYoR8Dy4FsJbCyHYWaWsJyLOsXGP3N7J0VKWYhHJTxMsaKBegF-Q/s320/SDC10925.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461506258794835378" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG_87FSw8njVk1jPRRG5E59jSvyIYicuJIiuNmFKUbg_uXmTS7ZAXxHewE1mSD2VdrynPQKafsuiejZEg5T3asxKdtLf-xJneXjVsQATQ_3JdkP4KDboS7HqbNLlHeksORUead1rGlkA/s1600/SDC10959.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqguD_GwEohntBe8bL_on9UfuYlHHE7R6pvMxgOiXk7_RGSL4sQZ8ltayPawAXxEZ7ei75CtR55Rm_LdmPbS0jCfnJRGiz_FrpCO3EjwzXaG5NHvNyxJVqfpM3qFotOzMtsuB2ekz21Q/s320/SDC10899.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461504009672222226" /></a><br /><br /><div>How I spent my days in puerto gallera :D</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579087731073715953.post-11668673517607417702010-02-20T10:06:00.000-08:002010-02-20T10:30:52.839-08:00world literature<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: smallest;">isn't it so nice that after all those times when you've thought so little of yourself, your abilities and talents someone you never expected thinks the opposite?</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Even after you've messed up big time and after leaving a certain not so good impression that person still thinks you have what it takes?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">that you have so much more that you can offer.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm so sorry for neglecting your subject at most times.I'm really sorry for myself for messing up with the course that I love above the rest. I'm really depressed how I slowly took all of this for granted.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">but I still thank you mam for believing in what I can be and what I can offer <3</span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579087731073715953.post-62237438421728894292010-01-10T07:56:00.000-08:002010-01-10T08:11:06.868-08:00a new perspective :)<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Hey it's been a while since I last posted something on my panda blog. The reasons for this is that I have become so engrossed in practicing and sharpening my creativity skills (lmao) because for the first time in my life I have found something in my comfort zone that at least can be worth something, something even just for me and that I can be proud of with myself. This is not passion but it can be let's see :D</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">and oh before I forgot i have also made an account in tumblr hahaha! If ever you want to check it out here's the link:</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> www.isteph12and3.tumblr.com</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">and to all those who hopped by in my blog a warm of kisses to all of you XD</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7GCXiB4Hlha5NEzzqezyq5SIuICG5y4XaaAwZ2yXgHlVjhCirsus1oGVtlCcwPF3HO5OREX9etxsDOQj1vbyjTMn1sEeEJ_d6cO9AajGDKptnV8ClSvX38f10wE9kE_0BGs9bbeH8GA/s320/DSC08077.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425142910844112706" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I may not be posting here more often than before but that doesn't mean I love this blog less ^.^</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">have a cheerful day to all :)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> </span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579087731073715953.post-26131991584242015582009-11-22T08:55:00.000-08:002009-11-22T09:27:20.166-08:00south of the border west of 500 days of summer<span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">choices...coincidence...fate...magnetism...attraction...destiny...just mere words but can make a huge impact on a person's life. These past few week has been a total confusion on my part thank god I'm slowly recovering from that huge blow I never thought that the rose on my closet would bloom like that, wounding me on the process and left me bleeding with regrets. I never knew it would make way for special relationships to be ruined, destroyed,broken. I was so wrong.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Realizations I have many of them, though on the past I always justified myself as a normal human being very much susceptible to make mistakes I know this time I hit the jackpot. I learned that I have no right to cause so much pain to people who just wishes for me to love them just like the way they love me. No I have no rights to cause damage <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">beyond</span> repair on a person's life, I have no right to ruin a perfect life.</span><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">and this time just like Tom Hansen, maybe I just wishes to make something that will last..</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579087731073715953.post-8798559678453685082009-10-30T09:08:00.000-07:002009-10-30T09:17:06.308-07:00calm me down will you?<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">I'm currently frustrated as of the moment i'm typing this entry. I really really want to view my grades because I have this gut feeling that i'll fail one of my subjects this semester. A mixture of paranoia, anxiety and bitterness runs thru my system because I discovered that I have to be a lil more patient and wait maybe after the clearance is given to know the verdict. stupid me for leaving my registration form at my dormitory, seriously I need to change this habit of being careless and nonchalant over serious matters I really do need to grow up :((((((</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579087731073715953.post-6602955800138481112009-09-30T10:47:00.000-07:002009-09-30T11:15:55.307-07:00blank<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Dear blog,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">it's been a while since I felt yet another heartache, it's been a while since a a tear have rolled over my cheek. it's been a while since I felt like a normal teenage girl suffering from emo sh*tness. I'm on the verge of exploding and yet again she has no clue about it, on the brighter side I'm also happy at least I know I'm still susceptible to pain after months of experiencing pure bliss. I like this tag line from the movie eternal sunshine of the spotless mind "I already forget how I used to feel about you" I don't want to feel this but she seems to be pushing me to feel that way. Yeah I know we are a living contradiction but I also believe that opposite attracts We have proven that to be true after we decided to become lovers but seems as though the sparks are finally loosing their their shine in our relationship. My heart is turning into ice unable to feel and give anything and it sucks.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">She doesn't understand me the way she used to, She don't and never tries to understand me. I thought she knew me I thought I knew her.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">I want an anesthesia injected to my heart so that it will permanently stay cold and numb, I want to divert my attention to bear with this suffering. I don't want to forget you don't make me.</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">If only I could turn back time lalala...</span></span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579087731073715953.post-59112974480356598492009-09-30T10:37:00.000-07:002009-09-30T10:42:47.437-07:00not that into you<span style="font-size:85%;"><strong style="font-family: arial;">A Kind of Burning</strong><br /></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">(Ophelia Dimalanta) </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">it is perhaps because </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">one way or the other </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">we keep this distance </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">closeness will tug as apart </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">in many directions </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">in absolute din </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">how we love the same </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">tirvial pursuits and </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">insignificant gewgaws </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">spoken or inert </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">claw at the same straws </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">pore over the same jigsaws </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">trying to make heads or tails </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">you take the edges </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">i take the center </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">keeping fancy guard </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">loving beyond what is there </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">you sling at the stars </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">i bedeck the weeds </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">straining in song or </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">profanities towards some </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">fabled meeting apart </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">from what dreams read </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">and suns dismantle </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">we have been all the hapless </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">lovers in this wayward world </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">in almost all kinds of ways </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">except we never really meet </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">but for this kind of burning.<br /><br />One of the many poems that touched not only my brain but also my heart! thanks for introducing me to this poem sir tim :)<br /></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579087731073715953.post-25825825165674036552009-08-23T10:25:00.000-07:002009-08-23T11:10:38.836-07:00panda on my mind<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">I want an anti <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">obsessor</span> NOW as in today ASAP. I really can't decode why I'm behaving so bratty and childish when it comes to dealing with things that involves panda. I mean I'm used to some occasional disappointments and ruined expectations every now and then but when panda is the one who can't keep up with my ridiculous demands and towering expectations I turn into a monster. I can't help it, Even if I know that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">everytime</span> I do things such as being sarcastic,mean and cold hurts panda deeply I just can't stop, at the back of my mind my pride is telling me that I should get what I want no ifs and buts. That I should be panda's TOP PRIORITY period.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">I'm really guilty of being a selfish lover added to that also an obsessed one. I dunno if this feeling is still normal or right but what can I do my system is so used to being with panda, dealing with panda,caring for panda,loving panda. That I can't bear it if I don't see panda even for just a single day.That whenever I get turned down by her I became a monster, giving panda a cold shoulder treatment and crocodile tears.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">tell me is this normal? </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">is this still love?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">where can I get an anti <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">obsessor</span>. I need it badly NOW.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579087731073715953.post-54818378810397169782009-08-07T11:38:00.000-07:002009-08-07T13:54:40.269-07:00you will never be forgotten<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">how do you handle a loss?I never thought losing someone who has shared their life with you could be this painful and conscientious. Experiences like this always make me <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">regretful</span> leaving me bothered with nostalgic thoughts, with unpleasing experiences brought by selfishness caused by growing up. I can barely remember this feeling because the last time it came to my life was when I was 10 years old, the moment when my favorite grand father died.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">I never knew that my last visit would be the last time I can take a glimpse in his thriving life, I'm really ashamed of the past encounters that we have. As a child he really did a good job caring for me and treating me as his own when my parents decided to place me in his custody just so they can attend to their jobs, But as the years pass by as a teenager I really have this gut feeling that he perceived me as a slacker and hard headed kid I can't blame him because of the certain act of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">stubbornness</span> I show whenever my family came to visit in their house.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">I'm talking about my uncle. I never had an ounce of idea of his condition this week but when the moment my mother told me privately of what is reality passing through time. I knew the worst is coming, And for the second time in my life again I felt the feeling of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">emptiness</span> because of loss.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Death its a natural process,some would say its normal all of us know for a fact that sooner or later we will get to this stage, But what about the memories, the experiences, the encounters that ends because of it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">people like me can never get over a loss.</span> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579087731073715953.post-17644484607794254082009-07-27T01:47:00.000-07:002009-07-27T02:09:52.192-07:00read between the lines<span style="font-size:78%;">I'm losing all the patience my fragile heart can hold. I can't bear to live like this being burdened every time something goes wrong. I want to muster enough courage and try even just try to step one foot forward. I know its crazy just merely thinking about it but it feels like I've had enough. I have a headache and its painfully annoying, I need inspiration a fresh brand new start. I don't want to be the aim of nonsense complications. I want my individuality back even for just 1 hour because I felt like I've lost it the moment we shared bad faith.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579087731073715953.post-20322026596329255852009-07-25T08:53:00.000-07:002009-07-25T09:15:08.120-07:00learn it the hard way<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">What i'm feeling today?you don't know how it feels to be like me, to think like me, of course rationally everybody else just like you in me fooling around in this lonely planet are unique with our individualities, but seriously being a melancholic has its many downsides and it will be much much more depressing if I enumerate them one by one.Just a tip, if you want to get close to me which I know will be next to impossible if ever we meet, never ever try to shout at me I may not look like I'm affected but inside my mind is rumbling for answers why you did such a very rude act. How I wish I could write better better than this crap >.< </span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"> I suddenly have this urge to change, I miss my old self, I really do. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579087731073715953.post-36508005878991527252009-07-18T06:40:00.000-07:002009-08-07T14:13:02.788-07:00FIX YOU repostedANG PUSANG ITIM ni Cirilo Bautista<br /><br />Ang pusa sa aking durungawan ay<br />Payat at itim gaya<br />Ng iyong pag-ibig<br />Sa akin<br /><br />Labis siyang matakaw<br />At kahit balat ng mani ay<br />Hapunan sa kanya<br /><br />Kagabi habang<br />Puso ko’y lunod sa ungol<br />Dahil di nagbunga ang samo ko sa’yo<br />At ubos na ang pulot ng aking puso<br /><br />Tila ulol<br />Na inatake niya ang isdang tanging<br />Ulam ko sa papag at padambang<br />Tinangay ito sa palupad ng kisame<br />Kinalambre ang aking bituka<br /><br />Kanginang umaga pinatay ko ang pusang ito<br />at inihagis sa putikang estero<br /><br />gustong gusto ko yang tulang yan pero ang saklap putol siya :(<br />KONTI NA LANG malapit na :)<br /><br /><br />:)) yehey buo na siya ^__________^ thanks anonymous guest!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579087731073715953.post-25005426115339922312009-06-29T06:40:00.000-07:002009-06-29T07:45:23.191-07:00undecided<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Lyric 17</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">by Jose Garcia Villa</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">I can no more hear Love’sVoice. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">No more moves The mouth of her. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Birds No more sing. Words I speak return lonely.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Flowers I pick turn ghostly.Fire that I burn glows Pale. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">No more blows The wind. Time tells No more truth. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Bells Ring no more in me.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">I am all alone singly.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Lonely rests my head. —O my God! I am dead.<br /></div></span></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Lyric 57</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">by Jose Garcia Villa</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">My most. My most. O my lost!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">O my bright, my ineradicable ghost.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">At whose bright coast God seeks</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Shelter and is lost is lost.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">O Coast of Brightness. O cause ofGrief. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">O rose of purest grief.O thou in my breast so stark and</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Holy-bright. O thou melancholy Light.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Me. Me. My own perfidy.O my most my most, O the bright</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">The beautiful the terrible Accost.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">You Shall Be Free</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">by Trinidad L. Tarrosa-Subido</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">I will not hold you by restraining hands</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Nor yet by tears that silently accuse.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">You shall be free—like waters on the strands</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">That come, and go, and tarry, as they choose.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">I will not speak of days sweet to remember,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Of lanes we trod through April sun and shower,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Of twilight trysts through early-starred November,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Prolonged each twilight by an evening hour—No, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">not a word to hint of that or this,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Lest speaking so, your going I impede.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">I will resign myself to all that is—</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Like unto sands when cooling waves recede.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">O while the strength of seeing love undone</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Still stands by me, I pray you, Love, be gone.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;">eto nanaman yung panahong nahihilig ako sa mga tula.Bumabalik yung dating ako,kung kelan hindi na ko sanay bakit ngayon pa nawala at BUMALIK.ayoko ng ganitong feeling hindi magaan sa loob.ayoko ng magisip ng kung ano ano pa kung ito ang makakabuti sige na lang.Ayoko ng makaramdam ng kahit ano kung pwede nga lang maging manhid siguro gagaan ang pakiramdam ko kahit papaano.Mahirap magtapang tapangan at lalong mahirap magkunwari.</span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579087731073715953.post-55626470455373239692009-06-27T22:59:00.000-07:002009-06-27T23:49:16.334-07:00slow<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">I just want to share my favorite poem as of the moment : </span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;">SNAIL </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;">by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Conchitina</span> Cruz</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;">You fall behind</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;">Because of the cloud</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;">On your back.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;">It is heavy'</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;">With rainwater.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;">When I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">stop To</span> wait,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;">You <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">hide In</span> the cloud,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;">Choosing to drown</span>.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">It maybe short but it is meaningful depending on a person's point of view. I'm currently loving my Philippine Literature subject every bit of it added to that my prof in that subject is oozing with good looks that can make any girls swoon with admiration but here's the catch: he's not into females ouch..yeah it also took me a while to let that sink in but still I like him and the subject that he's teaching, maybe because it's been a while since I had a literature subject the last time I remember having it is when <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Im</span> in 4 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">th</span> year <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">highschool</span> and obviously I missed studying it. But my rants don't end there the real deal is that I really feel that I'm not pushing myself to the limit with my study habits and the likes in other words <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Im</span> not applying myself in school though 2 weeks is really early to conclude but I feel this urge to cut classes just for the sake of pleasure. I hope I'll get over this feeling before its too late -.- </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579087731073715953.post-40369647177414969722009-06-14T07:06:00.000-07:002009-06-14T07:57:41.544-07:00goodbye summer...<span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;">WARNING: ang post na ito ay puno ng sari saring rants,kadaldalan at kung ano ano pa in no particular order so pasensya na kung ikaw ay maguguluhan,magtataka,maiinis o mabobore sa entry na ito anyway wala ka din naman magagawa kasi akin ang blog na ito so quits lang tayo orayt?hehe...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">gusto ko lang sabihin,isigaw,iparating na <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">oo ayoko pang pumasok!!!!</span> :( last week aminado ako gustong gusto ko na pumasok dahil marami akong mga plano at aktibidades na gagawin sa linggong yun na napurnida dahil sa swine flu pero dahil sa nasiyahan ako sa week na ito mukhang ngayon lang ngsisink in saken ang saya at ligaya ng bakasyon T.T nooooooo!!!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">simulan na lng naten nung june 8 isang napaka memorable na araw para smin ni panda, salamat na lang sa DFA at may rason ako para lumuwas at makita siya,kagaya nga ng nakalagay sa previous entry ko dun na namin idinaos ang kanyang kaarawan.marami kaming ginawang *ahem* memorable at unmentionable dito XD basta one of a kind yun ^________^</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">na nauwi nanaman sa isa pa uling masayang pangyayari dahil niyaya niya akong pumunta sa ako mismo event. Halos 2 days ako hindi mapakali at makatulog ng ayos dahil hindi ko alam kung saan ko huhugutin ang dahilan bakit ako luluwas.Nilambing lambing ko pa si daddy,gumamit pa ko ng kung ano anong rason at palusot pero dahil sa ayaw ako payagan sa huli napaamin din niya ko XD ayun sa awa ng diyos pumayag siya basta kasama yung kapatid ko haha oks lang kasabwat ko naman yun e XD</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">fastforward sa independence day...oo aaminin ko nung una gusto ko lang din ng dog tag pero nung nabasa ko sa dyaryo na for a good cause yung event mas lalo ko siya gusto puntahan.Ayun buong araw ulit kami magkasama ni panda plus yung isa niyang friend at yung kapatid ko. Napansin ko lang ang daming namakyaw ng dog tag hehe :)) parang gagawin business joke. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Na enjoy ko yung buong gabi at ang mas masaya dun pumayag yung parents kong tapusin namin hehe kahit 11 na natapos hindi sila nagalit ^_______^ ang laki ng tiwala nila kaya ayoko din naman abusuhin at sirain.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">anyway ayun tapos na pagpapasarap haharapin ko nanaman ang realidad ng buhay bukas :( may pasok na ayoko pa talaga pumasok kahit magiging malaya nanaman akong gumala at magpagabi mamimiss at mamimiss ko padin ang bahay namin,ang kwarto ko,ang unlimited internet,ang unlimited sleep at unlimited food :( haaay parang hindi ko na maximize yung bakasyon sa mga worth it na bagay : isang beses lang ako nakapagdrawing,isang libro lang nabasa ko buong summer,hindi ko na meet yung highschool friends ko haaaay idagdag mo pa sa listahan na ang panget ng hairstyle ko ngayon alam ko mababaw pero isang factor padin yun XD haaay</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">mamimiss kita blog kasi hindi free ang internet ko pagschool days XD baka di kita masyado ma update tsk.mamimiss kita plurk bye bye nirvana :( mamimiss kita photoshop T.T</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">totoo nga ang kasabihan all good things come to an end.</span></div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579087731073715953.post-87331923507896265152009-06-09T13:18:00.000-07:002009-06-09T13:45:52.859-07:00june 8 = june 10 :)<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">MASAYA</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">AKO</span> :)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;">as a result I can't sleep ^____________^ </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;">Today is panda 's day :)) and because of the suspension of classes because of that @##@#$#4 swine flu we can't be together on panda's special day but because we are sneaky yes you read it right we decided to celebrate it yesterday <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">hehehe</span>...We had the chance to spend some quality time together, eat together,walk hand in hand,play together <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">XD</span>,puff a stick together just like the old times I really miss doing those things with panda because the summer vacation stripped away all those things from us -.- good things classes will start on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">june</span> 15. :) </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;">Our activities yesterday were extra special we went to random places (HOSPITAL-DORM-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">DFA</span>-MALL-DORM) yet our adventurous feet never got tired actually whenever I'm with panda i never get tired what boggles my mind more is whenever i see panda <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">smiling</span> back at me I always notice those sparkling eyes ^_____________^ and it makes me fall <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">in love</span> with panda more :)) </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;">Pardon me for my "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">emomoments</span>" in my past entries *<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">lmao</span>* seriously <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">IDK</span> what had happened to me that resulted in the posting of those entries shucks...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#009900;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong>ANYWAY</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#009900;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#009900;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;">I'm just here to greet panda a very happy and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">pandarific</span> birthday ^_____________^ I love you!!! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">hindi</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">ka</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">na</span> teenager <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">XD</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">pero</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">ikaw</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">padin</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">ang</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">nagiisang</span> <span style="font-size:78%;">baby</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">ko</span> :) I seriously can't see myself without you ^________^ you're my no.1 coffee.panda.egg *KISS*</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"></span> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579087731073715953.post-53170250150922633392009-06-06T11:54:00.000-07:002009-06-06T13:28:40.807-07:00that's what you get when you let your heart win...<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">I'm bothered with things that I myself can't define. I'm tired of being useless of being nothing.I'm sick of being a burden especially to people who means so much to me. Maybe I need to find myself, know myself better first before entering commitments but no my heart, my emotions contradicts what my mind is commanding me, even though my mind bears a minimum amount of logic it has instincts, it knows when to stop.it knows when it's time to get over- to get it done with.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">but then again and again my heart wins this never ending battle with my mind.I don't know if this is right,I want to fix this I really want to. I'm always facing the fact that yes I committed betrayal once and I'm guilty of being unappreciative but then again I'm always hoping and wishing for forgiveness and acceptance which up until now is not in my hands.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">If you only know how much it pains me every time I am reminded of the drastic things that I have done,of the neglects that I have shown you. But it seems like you don't even have the time to notice my efforts.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">I wish I could sleep tonight...</span></div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579087731073715953.post-46244355298435554962009-06-04T11:48:00.000-07:002009-06-06T12:22:22.703-07:00clueless.<span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">just a while ago</span> I was comforted with the thought of utterly pure bliss and relief but right then and there an unfathomable idea struck me far more worse than guilt.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">It's as if I'm lost in a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">labyrinth</span>..my instinct is tugging my mind that there is something wrong..I don't want to conclude but these are just plain and mere observations.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I hate guessing,I loathe perceiving,I am disgusted with the idea of half knowing </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I don't want to be played upon again by my mind. :(</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4579087731073715953.post-26609445713184229462009-06-04T09:01:00.000-07:002009-06-04T11:47:58.431-07:00side effect ng kimi wa petto sa utak ko<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Tick.click.clunk demmit this is still not good enough not even worth glancing upon.delete.erase hmmm...After almost 15 minutes of re typing and deleting words.sentences.phrases still I cannot comprehend and alter my brain to produce heart melting,eye popping hmp no I should not write to please other people's expectations or even to be judged.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Love stories..romantic movies..Everytime I finished watching movies,series about love wheter it be a sad and painful or a happy ever after ending I always end up craving for more seriously I want to decipher the different dimensions and uncertainties of loving.Call me a sentimental freak but i'm a heart on my sleeve kind of person.cheesy lines make me smile,sappy songs moves me and make me think heck even tag lines of romantic movies even gets me.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Maybe because it's so damn hard to find someone who can see right through you,looks inside your soul and knows you perfectly well.Someone you love for no reason at all because reasons are just like excuses.Someone who will stay :)</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">and I'm really glad I found ONE.</span> </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0