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Dear Reader,This year, I am offering some of my books and magazines at insanely low prices. Pls. YM me (cyrenz18) if you're interested in what I have and for other concerns that you might have. Thanks!Magazines (Back Issues) Fashion Cosmopolitan, Harper's Bazaar, Preview, Seventeen, Mega and other Fashion Magazines Php 15 each Business

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Was eating dinner awhile ago, and was thinking of whether or not I should take the rump or the leg (which have been my favorites for as long as I can remember. It was a strange feeling when I actually chose the chicken wing. Somehow, it was what I wanted awhile ago. It felt particularly strange because it was actually the first time I chose the chicken wing when my all-time favorite chicken parts

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I treaded the plains again, and with every step I took, it seemed as if the backdrop of parched land stretched itself to no end. After taking exactly 100 steps forward, as I was so accustomed to do, the sight of two hulking trees greeted me. My eyes must’ve been playing tricks on me because I thought I glimpsed a shadow that was framed between the two trees. So I took another 20 steps, as I was

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Random Stuff that Happened Today ('La Lang *Reminisce*)After a year of hiatus, I feel like blogging again. Need to exercise my fingers. It's a good thing that I only have one class today. My Philo teacher seems funny because he kept cracking jokes. He also seems like an agreeable teacher since he even told us to report him if he would be late or absent. Teachers aren't usually like that. Sanndra

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"You see, I hate watching TV. Ever since the internet, television has stopped becoming a source of entertainment. It's stopped becoming a source of anything. It's too slow. It's too unwieldy. It's too choosy. I have to wade through advertisement hell to watch what I want, and believe me, there's not really that much I want to see out there. I mean, I don't want soaps, or sitcoms, and I don't like

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Uriel took his cellular phone out of his jacket pocket and texted the following message to Rain, “I hope you’re ready. I’ll be there in 5 minutes.” While the traffic light still blinked red, he adjusted the rear-view mirror to check his profile. Combing his hair with his fingers, he felt the slickness of the gel that held his mop in place. It was stiff. Like his fingers. Get it together Uriel. It

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The second day of summer school was less eventful than yesterday, because it was on the first day of school when one was excited about whom his/her teachers and classmates were. Today, I went to school later than I did during the first day so I wasn’t able to hang out with anybody outside of class anymore.HistoryWhen I got to my first class, History, I chatted with Zaza for awhile. There weren’t

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April 14Hanging OutMy first class was at 9:00 A.M., but I had to leave my house early, specifically at 8:00 A.M. When I got to school, I saw my Margaux with her friend Ken (I suppose that Ken’s real name is Kennelyn since she’s a girl). Then I went with Ken to check out the list of rooms for her classes. Afterwards, we went to the caf and met up with her blockmates, who coincidentally were my

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Registering for unrequired subjects in summer is such a hassle. But I also met strangers and talked with old acquaintances during the wait.April 11 (4 hours of waiting)This was when I had to get my final marks but since I was in the hold order list, I wasn’t able to get my marks from the designated area conveniently. Actually, when I saw that I was in the hold order list from the Regcom website,

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Card for Carol

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The Wind's CaressInside her heart there is an overwhelmingSea of emotions, being compelled toRush out in full force,This girl wants to break freeFrom the chains of the jarredRocks, waves splashing to and fro,To and fro,Running amok like disco lightsDischarging streams of light all over theDance floor where two star-spangled loversJust met, and the heavens are smilingBecause of their successful

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Hi, Daph! Here are the illustrations that you asked me to draw. I didn't write the captions anymore (like "tank you" in the intro to tributes). Kayo na lang magdagdag. Hope you like 'em! :D

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Introduction to Closing

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Introduction to Barkadas

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Introduction to Tributes

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Introduction to Batch Profiles

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Introduction to Class Pages

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Introduction to Everything

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Introduction to Graduates

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113- Manny Pacquiao “Pacman”115- Erik Morales “El Terible”Both guys put up a pretty good fight, but I have to hand it down to “Pacman”. He took Morales’ jabs as if his fists were covered by large amounts of cushion instead of boxing gloves. Despite getting a large gash just above his eye, Pacman was still able to endure 12 rounds of hardcore uppercuts and punches. Acccording to the judges, the

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Actualized type: INFJ(who you are)Introverted (I) 63.64% Extroverted (E) 36.36%Intuitive (N) 56.25% Sensing (S) 43.75%Feeling (F) 55.26% Thinking (T) 44.74%Judging (J) 51.43% Perceiving (P) 48.57%INFJ - "Author". Strong drive and enjoyment to help others. Complex personality. 1.5% of total population.Preferred type: ESTJ(who you prefer to be)Extroverted (E) 59.38% Introverted (I) 40.63%Sensing (S

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You Are 18 Years Old 18 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.30-39: You are a thirtysomething

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You Belong in 1982 1982 If you scored...1950 - 1959: You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in!1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too.1970 - 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you're partying or protesting, you give it your all!1980 - 1989: Wild, over the top,

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How Your Attitude RanksYour Attitude is Better than 85% of the PopulationIf you scored...80-100: You've got a winner attitude. You're always optimistic and cheery. Your personality will get you far in life.60-79: You have a good attitude. While a realist, you do see the positive side of most things. People love to be around you.40 - 59: You have a positive attitude... somtimes. You prefer to see

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You Have A Type A- Personality A- You are one of the most balanced people aroundMotivated and focused, you are good at getting what you wantYou rule at success, but success doesn't rule you.When it's playtime, you really know how to kick backWhether it's hanging out with friends or doing something you love!You live life to the fullest - encorporating the best of both worldsDo You Have a Type

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I plan on shifting to AB Humanities for one obvious reason... The Humanities Program, under the Department of Interdisciplinary Studies, is especially for students who are interested in art, literature, languages, history, education, and philosophy. It is home to students interested in the arts (both fine and practical), the media (both printed and broadcast), research and writing (both creative

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I thought of a story just by looking at these pictures, which were rendered by Deviantart users. (After the three pictures from Ron's blog., which according to Ron, "Adobe paid 1 Million for, to be featured in the next Photoshop Elements. And would you believe that the following pictures were taken in... MANILA BAY?") General Plot: In the outskirts of the city, you are drawn by a "mysterious

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I LIKE FOR YOU TO BE STILL I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent, and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you. It seems as though your eyes had flown away and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth. As all things are filled with my soul you emerge from the things, filled with my soul. You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream, and you are like the

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When I heard that we were going to take up poetry in the 2nd semester, I was psyched because I had fun listening to my lit teacher Ms. Cadag in 2nd year high school. Ms. Cadag had a way of inspiring students to listen. She used elaborate hand gestures and had wistful facial expressions when she taught. Somehow, our substitute lit teacher, Mr. Darvin reminds me of Ms. Cadag (who is now off in the

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Happy New Year to everyone! :)

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I wanted to leave SOM 111 already because I felt out of place. I didn’t know anybody there except Francine. When she started getting all excited about talking with you, Mela and Raf, I knew I wouldn’t be able to get into the conversation, because unlike you, I’m not the type of person who opened up to people I just met. “So you were the ‘Ahia’ that Francine was referring to,” I thought

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I promise that I will start doing school stuff tomorrow. I will write it down so that I will not forget. 30- Lam-ang Paper (x), Study Math 31- Lit monologue (x), Study Math 1- Math Paper (x), Study Math 2- Botany Research, Study Math 3- Botany Research, Study Math 4- Study Math If I accomplish something, I will cross it out from this list. Not going as planned, but at least I'm starting. :p

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Trying not to sound preachy, but obviously I failed. Hehe. :) I read these correspondences in a religious forum. I am not advocating any stance in matters of religion, because I find religion a very fragile subject. But personally, I have faith in God, i.e. the universal God or “the higher being”, not particularly the Christian God. I believe that we find God in all things: in religion,

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LAST MOVIE YOU SAW IN A THEATER:Becuz of U (hehe! jologs)WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW:Math BookFAVORITE BOARD GAME:Pictionary/Boggle/ScrabbleFAVORITE MAGAZINE: I don't read mags.FAVORITE SMELLS: FoodCOMFORT FOOD: ChocolateFAVORITE SOUNDS: RainWORST FEELING IN THE WORLD:MeaninglessnessWHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING:What time is it?FAVORITE FAST FOOD PLACE:

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I went to Dazzle's debut last night in Fernwood Gardens. Alongside Fernwood Gardens was a church where a wedding was taking place. I even saw the bride cry. It made me wonder if I would I cry in my own wedding. In the debut, I saw my high school friends from my class and from the organizations I joined. Even though I didn't see those people for a long time, they were still very warm. Even the

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I have to write a monologue. Maybe it should go like this. In my previous life, I was King Tut. My only regret before was that I wasn’t able to live long enough to witness my pyramid (with its own built-in pingpong table) erected. Currently, I am a vixen that goes by the name Vix. I was born on the planet earth 10 days before the ides of March of 1986. I am a simple, tame creature who dreams of

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I drew this awhile ago. Spot the dragon. dreaming is lovebrought to you by the isLove Generator

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I can't believe that one year has passed since I started writing in this blog. I didn't know that I would actually get hooked on blogging. I don't write as many real updates as I used to. These days I just keep on writing lit stuff. I don't know why. Inspired, maybe? Or just plain bored...? I think it's the latter. :P I'm glad that we don't have classes today. I woke up with a start awhile ago.

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"Mount them on a dinner-table, and they have nothing to say; shut them up in a room by themselves, and they are inspired. They are 'made fierce with dark keeping'. In revenge for being tongue-tied, a torrent of words flows from their pens, and the storm which was so long collecting comes down apace. It never rains but it pours. Is not this strange, unaccountable? Not at all so. They have a real

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It was a glorious sunny afternoon. The wispy clouds were spread out and covered the sky evenly. I woke up to see rose bushes outside my window as I gradually regained my consciousness. That's weird, we never had any rose bushes in our garden. I stretched my arms and hind legs to flex my muscles. I felt invigorated after waking up from what seemed like a very deep slumber. When I went downstairs,

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in2u: hi asl? rina: 18/f, manila, u? geez, ur nick is so corny who are u in2? in2u: u, kaya nga in2 u, eh rina: i mean, really in2… u don’t know me so how can u be in2 me? in2u: wait, who knows? mybe i do know u rina: nope… anyway, asl? in2u: 18 m, qc… so what r u doing here? rina: read --> we r in the channel #bored in2u: yeah, figures… rina: so… in2u: so what? rina: i’m bored in2u: ah ganon ba?

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When Blanca and Meredith brought me to the Wakiki Tavern, they removed my blindfold. I was surprised to find out that it was deserted. So how come Meredith was so worked up awhile ago about dancing with hot guys like Rene? The only thing I saw inside the tavern were overhead tables that were apparently set aside and a revolving disco ball where neon lights streamed in all directions, filling even

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I am dying with anticipation for Christmas, being only less than 30 days away, to arrive. There’s something about Christmas that makes me get butterflies in my stomach, like what I feel after watching a feel good, inspirational movie like Forrest Gump. This year though, I am more excited about the impending occasion because I have Adrian to celebrate it with. Yeyyy! Sometimes, I fantasize about

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01. When I was younger, I made bad decisions.02. I don't watch much TV these days. 03. I love olives.04. I love sleeping. 05. I own lots of books.06. I wear glasses or contact lenses.07. I love to play video games. (depends what game) 08. I've tried marijuana. 09. I've watched a porn movie. 10. I have been in a threesome.11. I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship. 12. I believe honesty

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She wades her feet in the water then she dives into the large indoor swimming pool. She swims when she wants to forget. She thinks that if she swims long enough, the tide would wash away all her miserable feelings along with it. Tonight, we can say that she does not feel anything, but that would be a lie because at the back of her head, she does feel something. She feels nothing, other than dread

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Head over heels going clickety-clack, you entered my life from a silver screen door. You came and kissed me, making me want more. You left a split second, I am in love with you still. I don’t have much now for all I really had was you, and when you went out, you made me blue. Now I don’t have much except bits and pieces of you in my memory, barely enough to sustain me. But here I am, trying to

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The waves were lapping as if in sync with the rhythmic progression of Luna’s heart. It was unusually cold that evening. The chill of the passing wind made her skin crawl. Nevertheless, it was a pleasant kind of chill, relative to the feeling she gets from drinking pina colada, her favorite drink. She remembers having a swig of it in the Wakiki Tavern as she lies down on the sand counting the

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Victoria has a healthy imagination and displays a fair amount of trust. She lets new people into her circle of friends. She uses her imagination to understand new ideas, things, and people. One way Victoria punishes herself is self directed sarcasm. She is a very sarcastic person. Often this sarcasm and "sharp tongued" behavior is directed at herself. Victoria is a practical person whose goals

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Not much significance. I just like the way it sounds. "She Will Be Loved" Beauty queen of only eighteen She had some trouble with herself He was always there to help her She always belonged to someone else I drove for miles and miles And wound up at your door I've had you so many times but somehowI want more I don't mind spending everyday Out on your corner in the pouring rain Look for the girl

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Here I am validating my existence to the world of hyperspace- and no, I have not deserted this blog yet. There had just been a lot of things that were occupying my mind; and when this happens, I usually try to sort out my thoughts before writing them down. And now on to the juicy stuff. (I got your attention now, didn't I?) Warning: Hola! Before you proceed to read this next "

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To my surprise, Coach Daniel said that he would put me in the first 5 of our basketball team when we're gonna compete against other P.E. classes. I swear chamba lang pag nakakathree points ako. :p I had been absent for the last 2 mtgs. so I dunno what the hell he was thinking.

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Spirits plummeting inside elevators gone haywire; falling, falling, breaking speed limits, demon-possessed. "In case of", too much adrenaline, cannot break free, pressing buttons breaking, nearing rock bottom, almost there, almost there-- almo.. emergency.

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Friday- Sept. 3 Our English teacher Sir Veric asked us to write an essay about one of our classmates. Wanda Madarang picked my name at random and I picked hers (Well, only after I and Victor switched names.. :p). I was glad to write about Wanda because I've worked with her in our English project, and I just gotta say that we had so much fun working with each other. I was sitting next to Chia

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Traffic Jitters * This article has been edited 3x by Adrian, Chia and Wanda. Haha. So if you still don't think it's perfect, then it just goes without saying that it doesn't matter how many times you edit your work. (Oh, 4x including me. :) If you happen to pass by Roxas Boulevard, you will notice that traffic is worsening over time. Even the color coding scheme seems to be ineffective because

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I swear I see the whole universe as they glow. I see Polaris and an intertwining of the Aquarian and Piscean constellations. I’m still fascinated by how all the heavenly bodies could fit into just two tiny, luminescent orbs. I see my whole life passing before me when I gaze into them. They uncannily reflect only the good side of me. Sometimes, I believe that I'm perfect when I see them. I wish I

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I wish I brought a camera with me. Today, we went to Novaliches to render community service. We rode a jeep on the way there, and the wind blew my hair in tangles. My blockmates kept me entertained throughout the ride when they sung OPM songs. “Sasakyan Kita” was sung throughout the ride. The song was taken from a play entitiled “Bombita”, where 4/5 of the denouement occurred inside a jeepney. I

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Good morning, Manila! It's another brand new day and I'm wondering what's in store for me later. Anyway, it's about time that I update my blog with a real entry. I don't know why I've been writing too many poems lately. Probably because I'm too lazy to think about how to organize words into a comprehensible sentence. Who invented grammar in the first place? Hahaha. You might be wondering why I'm

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I and a couple of my blockmates have been assigned to write a feature article on Roxas Boulevard, a 10-kilometer promenade across Manila Bay. Roxas Boulevard is renowned for offering the most scenic drive in the metropolis. A multitude of restaurants, bars, hotels, museums, condominiums, and office buildings surround this area. Other landmarks such as Intramuros, Rizal Park and the Cultural

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You would think that living in the province could provide you with some sort of consolation from the drudgeries of urban society. You would think that in the country, you could escape from reading another scandalous headline from the morning newspaper or sneaking out a hotplate in the car to make a deadline. The only good news is that there is no visible trace of any type of machinery that emits

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From the Diary of a Wandering Sailor The ship floats without wings Underneath the cloak of a starless night. I shield my eyes from the pale moonlight And the stinging whips of monsoon winds That carry exotic spices from The brackish seas in the outlands. I sing underneath the clear night sky Of the lost paradise and The island never trekked upon, And of the booty that is allegedly Embossed with

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No Binary Oppositions According to the Poetics, "Man revels in imitation." Ergo, there is verisimilitude That connects you to me, And you to your forefathers, For we are all products- Nay, victims of the Specimen called Vapid; All inter-woven to create The "extraordinary" you From a conglomeration of Numerous, uncontrollable Denominations in the society, Each happenstance that is Molding me, (Or

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Lost in Words Get absorbed in writing, In fact get drugged by it, And revel in the high It so poignantly evokes From the scribe In every one of us. Write and do not stop, The truth will come out Eventually, In between The words that you Will out of existence. Be the slave of the Inner workings of Your mind And do not stop. The truth will make Itself known eventually. You will open your eyes

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Escapist Freedom Ellison tells Maria, "We could cut classes altogether And watch movies all our lives, Or if you want, We could both shift to AB Film Studies... And share a bucket of Glazed popcorn In between blockbusters And pedagogic discussions." "Wait, before anything else, You're into movies right? Great, I am too." "Alright, that settles The problem of Not getting straight A's." Ellison

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The Taste of Chocolate Icecream You see a cherry on top. Luscious and red, Like any other. Encrusted by Some whipped cream. Foamy and white, Like any other. And you know that's Just the surface. You haven't even begun To dig into The real thing yet. Dipping in, You sense something Remotely familiar. Yet you find yourself reliving That particular moment When you tasted Chocolate For the first

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Cyclic Reformation   It felt like one of those occasions When you weren't supposed to be there, But you were.   Like in one of those movies when  The protagonist witnesses A scene of a crime by accident. When he should've been baby-sitting His cousin Bobby Instead of going out for booze.   Well, nobody can deny that going out for Budweiser with a couple of your best buddies 

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Tears From Heaven Stealthily tap-dancing Down the glass landing. Tap-tap rhythm Incantatem aphorism. Catch them quick While you can still be A maverick. Before He stops glowering, It wouldn't start ceasing. C'mon, Hold on. To that fickle Of a trickle, It's worth Release from monotony And life's trudging litany. * Inspiration from a water droplet. Carissa: Bakit kamatayan yung sagot sa

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Images My God, words are beautiful Even in sonatas' most incoherent form If written well. What do you make coherent Out of incoherence When messages swirl themselves Into incomprehension? Each word that breathes A life of its own.

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Is there really any logical disparity between dreams and reality? Sometimes we wake up from a dream befuddled, unable to discern which is which. Such is the plight that Chiquita, the protagonist in the story “I’m Your Horse in the Night”, encounters when she hears that her paramour Beto is dead. Basically, the conflict of the story is centered on the individual vs. self. Chiquita’s refusal to

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Celadon Writing Contest Theme: How You Want To Be Proposed To (Anyway, joke lang 'to. 'La kasing magawa nung umaga. Hi to the people mentioned in this story. I know Francine didn't knock over the soysauce bottle. 'La lang. :P) The Key to a Girl’s Heart: Kleenex I kept a soiled piece of tissue paper because despite its sordid state, something priceless was written on it. In “Caf Up”, I was

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Off Limits Mind benumbed Transfixed upon seeing you In the far-flung reaches Of my memory. One day submerged In shards of broken ice, Bathed in infernal Firelight the next. Caught in the moment of You and I, Like a plunderer in the night Who robs me of my will, Encroaching the thin Boundary of my dreams. Please, where's your invitation? Come with me, Let's fly away, We can take on The

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She walks along the pavement, with a blue Coleman on one hand and a red backpack slung around the other. Burdened by her backpack's hefty load, she muses to herself, "Why did I bring along so many unnecessary papers in the first place? Mental note to self: Only take the essentials with you." Tediousness beckons her to let go of her belongings, wishing that matters of the heart were as easy to

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I kept a soiled piece of tissue paper because despite its sordid state, something priceless was written on it: "I close my eyes and see your face. I open my eyes... empty space." (c/o Archie) God, talk about being candidly concise. What do you call that game when a person cups his palm askew from your line of sight while devising a diabolical plan for you to look at it?

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Only 3 classes today... Eng. 11, Lit. 13 and Fil. 11. I am happy because... ... I didn't need to wake up too early today. My classes started at 9:30 a.m. ... our prof commended our group's essay in English class. ... we only went to the library in Fiction class. We sort of went on a scavenger hunt to search for some information required by our prof in the various sections of the library. ...

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I promised myself that when school starts, I wouldn't go online except for research/for any other academic purpose and for updating my journal (which I am doing right now). Today is only my fourth school day in Ateneo and it feels as if I had been studying there for ages. Essentially, the disparity between high school and college is that college allows a student to do want he wants more freely

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I met my English block. I can't say much about them at this point since I only spent half of my day with them. We also had our org tours. There were so many orgs to choose from... But so far, I'm leaning towards joining Lex, Celadon, Blue Repertory and HPair. Orsem night was quite an experience. I spent almost the whole night talking with Rina about arbitrary issues. And the rest of the night

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Today is really much more fun than yesterday because I found out that my blockmates in D3 are really cool! They're not hard to get along with at all. Yesterday was definitely a misconception. I discovered that everyone had a great sense of humor during the ice breakers. During the chicken-fox game when we played with the other 3 blocks, I noticed that our block was the most free-spirited because

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Met a lot of new people today in Ateneo. College life seems really new to me because firstly, there are guys around. Coming from an exclusive all-girl school, we weren't used to having guys around (Hehe. Stating the obvious, eh?). Secondly, I'm not used to having classmates (or blockmates rather) that are not Chinese because I've been exposed to seeing and conversing with students with chinky

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Unique Finds in China: * - Highly recommended sites. May 25- Shanghai (most industrialized city in China): City Tour 1) Anything sweet and sour (pork, fish, chicken, you name it!). Spicy noodles. Abundance of watermelon. 2) Peking duck in the Philippines tastes like Peking duck in China, only crispier. May 26- Shanghai: TV Tower, Shoo Chi Ling's (Sun Yat Sen's Wife) House, Silkworm Factory,

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FILL IN THE BLANKS: 1. If I could be anyone for a day, I would be Simon Cowell. 2. The biggest misconception people have about me is that people think I'm mataray (maybe because of my eyes). 3. I regret not bonding as much with my classmates. 4. I wish that the Philippines will finally be purged of dirty politics. (PLEASE.) 5. I will never forget the time in ICA when the Cyrenz volleyball team

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Can't get enough of that bespectacled wizard with disheveled hair? Thirsting for missing details from Rowling's 5 novels to satiate your imagination? Reckon you can writer better than Rowling herself? (If you have no idea which wizard I'm talking about, though I seriously doubt it because Rowling's books are everywhere... I'm talking about none other than Harry Potter.) If you answered yes to

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Dated: May 16, 2004 (Deleted this post by accident.) Exasperated at you for making me feel this way, for making me feel like a secondhand rag doll. Why, oh why do you make me feel this way? You cretinous dolt! You do not even know how to don my favorite fuchsia pink tutu on me. Why, oh why do you always insist on dressing me with that ghastly purple regalia when I am a ballerina? For the ...nth

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Before anything else, I would just want to say that I'm not exactly an avid fan of Star Circle Quest. I simply happened to watch today's episode with my brother. I was disconcerted by the awareness that a certain contestant was removed from the contest due to lack of votes from the viewing public. What got me upset was because the judges commented that the woman who got the axe was very talented

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Poetic Injustice Tell me, Tell me now, How one may capture The pith of a human being Succinctly Into mere cadence? Not simply denoting His entirety, What about The strata upon strata? With a sheaf of paper, And a debilitated stylograph? Prolly some eloquent prose? Who are you kidding? Certainly not This unlicensed poet.

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Time to check my meds. I am grateful that my health is still in tact after yesterday's force majeures of pelting rains, raging rapids, car crashes and the like. It was a good thing it didn't rain that hard yesterday or our EK trip would've been cancelled (Yes, I went to EK again). It was like a dream come true!!! Imagine EK without the fussy lines and the scorching sun! And it was raining too,

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Credenda By: Og Mandino and Buddy Kaye Turn away from the crowd and its fruitless pursuit of fame and gold. Never look back as you close your door to the sorry tumult of greed and ambition. Wipe away your tears of failure and misfortune. Lay aside your heavy load and rest until your heart is still. Be at peace. Already it is later than you think, for your earthly life, at best, is only the

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Again, I’m going to start this entry with last night. Last night, we had a movie marathon in Za’s house! We savored huge portions of Yellow Cab anchovy, classical and Hawaiian flavored pizza… with all the works! And for dessert… Ah, nothing can top a slice of scrumptious Goodies and Sweets Tiramisu! Haha. Food alert! There was nothing like sprawling on a cushioned divan with a good ‘ol

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Last night was Garrick's surprise birthday party at Wonton. I noticed that Gar's gifts mostly consisted of food (chocolates to be specific). Jean gave him a chocolate cake from Sugar House. Te gave him Macadamia chocolates I think. I wasn't quite certain about what kind of chocolate it was because I only peeped into Te's gift bag. Hehe. But I was certain that it was chocolate because I asked her

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The Music Ministries of FCCY and MTQ gathered for a "Fun Day" that included eating, cheering, playing, playing and more playing in its agenda. Being a member of the FCCY Music Ministry, I was able to participate in this activity. The title of this entry along with a cartoon of a running little boy was imprinted on the white shirt that MTQ provided us with a while ago. And indeed (with reference

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She allows a stream of light to infiltrate her half-dilated pupils. Her head feels as if it was anchored to a precipice as high as Mt. Fuji. Blur. All she could see is blur when she finally manages to open her almond-shaped eyes. She starts at the perception of a lithe, warm body beside her. She takes a closer inspection of this body. What in the world could a cherub be doing inside a bus...

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I had 2 odd dreams last night. It is very seldom that I remember my dreams, because I don't have that many in the first place. These are by far some of the weirdest ones I've had. I wonder if they mean something, though I seriously doubt if they do. *** I maneuvered a grey ship that swiftly glided across the sea. The ship was supposed to head westward but then it took a life of its own and

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I went to Enchanted Kingdom today for the "Adopt a Kid" project that was spearheaded by the SK of our barangay. The "Adopt a Kid" project required teenage volunteers to surveil less fortunate children from Saint Francis. The kid who was assigned to me was a shy 13 yr. old named Maritess. I was glad to be with Maritess because first of all, I didn't like rowdy, troublesome kids. With Maritess,

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For some reason, I couldn't finish reading The Count of Monte Cristo. The first few couple of pages drew me in because I really wanted to discover how Edmond Dantes, the protagonist, would avenge himself against the traitors who put him in jail. At the middle of the plot, however, I just couldn't prod myself to read any further because it was taking so long for Dantes to put his vengeful plan

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Today, I woke up at around 5:45 a.m., but I wasn't able to catch the sunrise. Perhaps I shall do so tomorrow. I strode along our village to get an early start. Everything looks so beautiful in the morning with the fresh flowers in full bloom, the resplendent sun at its zenith and the blue sky in picturesque view. The great thing about mornings is that you feel like your head isn't clogged with

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She is perenially draped in shrouds of azure. This unspoken verity slowly weaves its way through the crux of her psyche, as a razor-sharp needle hems its way through silken tapestry... Its sporadic motif is intertwined in jarred complexity. "Speak now," these shrill words ring like pandemonium in her ears. They echo in her mind like phantoms that cease and haunt her unremittingly, rendering

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I just finished fixing my room. Yayyy.... My room is habitable once again. Good riddance to clutter! I share a room with my sister who is 3 years my senior but I noticed that 70% of the stuff in our room (excluding the appliances) belongs to me. Strange... Shouldn't older people own more property? Haha. As I fixed my room, I also listened to the radio. FM station Magic 89.9 kept on playing

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Haha. I'm writing a month end review since there had been a lot of milestones (and not to mention debuts) this month... March 5 - I turned 18, the legal age for everything!!! Hereupon, I can officially access R-rated films! Lol. Not that it's anything spectacular because I can pass for an adult with the right make-up on (and... it's not like I watch restricted films). I remember that we had our

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Attending mass alone, I was beguiled by a little boy. There was this really cute kid who kept on smiling at me so I couldn't help but smile back. What could I do...? The kid kept on batting his eyelashes while staring at me with his adorably mischievous grin. He even laid directly on the pew in front of me while doing outrageous peek-a-boo antics! That's why I kept on to stifling a smirk for

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Some interesting quotes: "What is history, but a fable agreed upon?" - Napoleon "By its very nature, history is always a one-sided account." The Da Vinci Code is exceptionally brilliant! If there's one thing I learned from this book, it's to discern. It took me the whole day to finish reading it yesterday but it was all worth it!!! Even though the novel was a hefty 480+ pages, I couldn't put it

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Why does ICA insist on holding 9 days of grad practices when Ateneo High School holds theirs in no more than 2 days? I was beat up and bored stiff during the graduation practices a while ago. The administration kept on prodding us to sit down and stand up simultaneously. If we didn't follow their orders, they would keep on barking the same instructions. "Sit... No, some people were late. Stand up

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I watched ICA's volleyball match held in DLSU, Greenhills yesterday. Unfortunately, ICA lost against Hope, but it was still a tight match nonetheless. We were right at the edge of our seats cheering ICA on! I noticed that the varsity plays were really different from our inter-batch intramurals matches. In contrast to our intrams, varsity players strutted their skills with blazing spikes and fast

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