tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85308962011-05-07T19:23:45.258+08:00graffiti... rantings... stories... my own carnival life written with iridescent lights...entropy_kethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08812146414375815480noreply@blogger.comBlogger471100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530896.post-1168211356524327832007-01-08T07:04:00.000+08:002007-01-08T07:09:16.536+08:00

Sigh.. I miss my UPCYM friends... Havent seen you guys for almost a year now! I barely even see my housemates... Sigh...Been listening to Paramita's first album, Tala, and this song just reminds me of you guys... Hope to see you guys real soon! UP Fair! Hehe...Carouselhey, i thought of you todayi thought that i should tell youhow much i miss youremember what you used to say"friends forever, i

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I would like to think that what we have is something special. But for all I know, all of this might just be a game to you. And who knows how many girls you've played this game with, and how may girls you will play this game with after me. I want you, and I don't want to lose you. But I know that somehow I have to let you go, the soonest time possible. I can't let my world go around you and this

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the breathless whisper of a single verse,and loneliness blossoms in my heart;the shimmer of a single dreamand my world is undone.the memory of a single tendernessand the sting of love reignites my wounds ;in the moment when a single tear falls,all hatred becomes a distant blur.i can love you with all that i am,but even this cannot return you to me.from now on i will live as a shadowforever in the

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I'm so tired. I've never been this tired before.. ever... I'm tired of my job... of talking... of waiting... of being at my best.. of failing... of dreaming.. of hoping... of crying... of singing.. of dancing...I've lost my will to get up in the evening and get out of the house to go to work... and God forbid.. I'm starting to lose even my will to go to sleep in the morning...Nothing makes sense

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How I wish I could surrender my soul;Shed the clothes that become my skin;See the liar that burns within my needing.How I wish I'd chosen darkness from cold.How I wish I had screamed out loud,Instead I've found no meaning.I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.I've heard what they

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in a field of dreams, i lie,lost in the vengeanceof nightmaresrunning inside this room,drunk,insatiable,and my shadow mournsfor the lost dreams,lost soul...regrets leave me no spacefor my own contemporary dreams.the half-lifei succumb topulls me deeperinto the abyss...my soul cries outand begs for releasefrom this unwanted prisoni am pushed into.but im bound by this curse,this prowessi wasnt

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I've been searching your thoughts for the past few days. Somehow I can't move on and separate myself from you. Not that I've ever been a part of your life, and I bet you've forgotten me by now. But here I am, submitting myself to this emotional battery, trying to catch up and get hold of you... But the more that I try to reach out, the more I realize how far you are from me,, and I bleed even

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i lie awake at nightwhile thoughts of you engulf my beingand i can't breathe.i can't escapethe reality of your soul entwined with mineand i fall deeper.i try to finda cure for this malady that hit meand yet i fail.i'm with youin my dreams but there you'll stayand i can't reach you.may i borrow you for a while?escape your worldand come into minestay with meeven for just a moment.then let me heal

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It's the season of love once again, or so they say. This time of the year becomes another excuse for everyone to unleash his or her soft side and become mushier than ever. Another excuse for establishments to flood their stores with flowers, chocolates and cuddly bears and leave television shows and radio stations blaring with sappy love songs and shows that make me cry and puke at the same

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I was looking at Himself's pictures just now and a heavy feeling descended over me. It hit me like a rushing gush of cold water and I was overwhelmed with too much shock, anxiety, pain, confusion and a mix of other emotions which created a turmoil in the pit of my stomach.I'm not a part of Himself's life anymore. The realization of it stinks. I had known it for quite some time now, but why does

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If you wait for me then I’ll come for youAlthough I’ve traveled farI always hold a place for you in my heartIf you think of me, if you miss me once in awhileThen I’ll return to youI’ll return and fill that space in your heartRememberingYour touch Your kissYour warm embraceI’ll find my way back to youIf you’ll be waitingIf you dream of me like I dream of youIn a place that’s warm and darkIn a

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ok, so these are the questions i asked melvin to come up for me:1. using an impromptu 4-liner poem, describe the lessons you learned in dubai.my hands, too small to reach youwill be washed by bloodof whatever consequencesthis incurs, i'll smile and bid goodbye.******na-gets nyo ba? basta the main point is, my happiness does not rely on anybody or anything. people will come and go, rejections come

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Tomorrow, I am going to file my resignation to the company effective July 14, 2005. Most probably, I'll be going back to the Philippines before July ends.Reasons? Too complicated and personal for a public blog. I hate my company and my company hates me as well. These are not the main reasons though. I want to stay in Dubai, really, I've settled now, but well, there are things that are just beyond

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*******Note: quasi-new hairstyle na lang siya kasi i'm back to sporting my curls. new pics next time. hay... i'd better buy my own digicam para di na lang ako lagi umaasa sa padalang pics ng iba. :)

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06/06/0511:12 pmKet: You know, I’m amused at you.Zee: How come?Ket: You always know when I’m lying. It’s as if you could see right through my soul.Zee: Hmm… big words…- moments of silence-Zee: I feel so awfulKet: What? Why?Zee: I don’t know. I feel so stupid. Am I stupid?Ket: Of course you’re not.Zee: I’ve been doing stupid things.Ket: Everybody does stupid things. What matters is how you correct

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Scenario 1: (While eating mandi at an Arabic restaurant) Gorgeous Hunk: Will you marry me?Not-so-ordinary Girl: Excuse me?Gorgeous Hunk: Will you marry me?Not-so-ordinary Girl: What are you talking about? (with a little laugh to cover the fact that she was anxious and her heart is starting to pound her soul)Gorgeous Hunk: Are you deaf? I'm asking you, will you marry me?Not-so-ordinary girl: Why

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You are Form 9, Vampire: The Undying."And The Vampire was all that remained onthe blood drowned creation. She attempted toregrow life from the dead. But as she wasabout to give the breath of life, she wasconsumed in the flame of The Phoenix and thecycle began again."Some examples of the Vampire Form are Hades (Greek)and Isis (Egyptian).The Vampire is associated with the concept ofdeath, the

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Ika-dalawampu’t walo ng Mayo. Tanghaling tapat. Nilalagnat ang siyudad. Walang gamot na umeepekto, at wala ring pambili ng mas mamahalin pang gamot. Ilang mga kamay ang naglalagay ng malamig na tuwalya sa noo. Pansumaglit na bababa ang lagnat, ngunit magbabalik ding muli. Sumubok ang ibang balutin ng kumot ang buong katawan upang magpawis at gumaling. Pawis? Oo. Pagbaba ng lagnat? Hindi.Wala na

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13/05/05I need help. Badly. I'm being attacked by my demons. I'm too frail to fight back. Save me, save me please...But nobody came to save me. I have nobody.21/05/05This is the worst mistake of my life. No more erasures, no more turning back. My life is being turned upside down with your arrival. You're killing me, my dreams, my goals, and whatever else is left of my broken soul. I'm breaking

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Nangangati ang aking mga daliri. Kumakabog ang aking dibdib. Nagtatalo ang aking isip at damdamin. Hindi ako mapakali. Hindi ko alam kung ano ang aking gagawin.Alam ko naman talaga ang sagot sa aking mga katanungan. Alam kong hindi dapat. Alam kong dapat ko nang tigilan ang patuloy na pag-aamot sa kaunting atensyon. Alam ko namang mali. Maling-maling-mali.Nangangati ang aking mga daliri.

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************************something i want to send to him, but i can't, some things i want to tell him, which i can't either...************************ I like you. There, I've said it. But I want you to know that I like you not just because you're partly cool and partly hot and mostly sweet. Definitely not because you've got a nice Peugeot car, or you're a manager at age 26, or that you train

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Kung sakaling sa sandaling itoikaw ay maging batoat ipukol sa akinwala akong magagawamagdugo man ang mukhakita'y tatanggapin.Kahimanawariay naging bahagi mo akohindi man sagad sa laman at butokahimanawaripatawarin mo akokapirasong paraisoang nais ko.Kung sakaling sa sandaling itoako ay maging aboat tangayin ng hanginano ang 'yong magagawaluluha ka kayao ngingiti sa akin?Kung sakaling sa sandaling

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i don't know what to do.i feel so awful.thoughts of failure sinking in.and i hate it.is it the right time to give up now?to accept failure and go back to where i started?what will happen to my quest now?i gave up everything for this now-lost paradiseand i have to bear this all for it.but i can't.i just realized i can't.the pressure's too much.i'm being flattened.i'm not ready for this.this is too

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see my long and curly hair here? la lang, i just miss it. hay... sorry for this nonsensical post. i just don't feel like writing soemthing so serious and depressive especially on a very hectic day like today.by the way, the boy beside me is dave, josh's cousin. the picture was taken at dubai creekside (see the city lights in the background?) this picture was taken a week after i arrived in dubai

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i've been disillusioned for the longest time now. i once believed that i'm a strong woman, that i could handle anything, anything at all, that comes my way. i thought no one could ever break me down. but i was wrong. and too bad, i only realized it now.been seriously thinking about going home. i'm so tired of being here (okay, that's a line in a song from evanescence). i thought trying out my

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Qeshm map-I was here!Rocky Desert Mosque Ultimate Desert!I just spent 6 days in Qeshm Island in Iran. It was fun, being away from work and all that, spending all day having movie marathons, trying to be fashionista in a shapeless dress-like dress called abaya and head covering called hijab which we were required to wear, shopping at the pseudo-mall at the city centre and trying hard to converse

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In their new book, He's Just Not That Into You, Greg and Liz have written a set of new dating standards for women. They want women to raise the bar for themselves.Standard-Raising SuggestionsI will not go out with a man who:(a) Keeps me waiting by the phone(b) Is not sure he wants to date me(c) Makes me feel sexually undesirable(d) Drinks or does drugs to an extent that makes me uncomfortable(e)

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Blog material I forgot to post and update you with: I finally finally got to see Gary V. perform live! yey! We went to watch Gary V. live in Dubai at the Global Village last Feb 3. Got in for free (libre ni Josh). Our tickets were the cheapest, 50 dhs, but due to Josh’s, uhh… talent (?) we were able to get in at the 100 dhs seating. We were with UPAA people (Grace, Beam, Galo, Ate Shawie) and

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heard this song lately from norah jones' earlier album. just absolutely love it. andres: next time na "carnival" blog ko. can't think of anything right now. "Cold Cold Heart"I've tried so hard my dear to show That you're my every dream Yet you're afraid each thing I doIs just some evil scheme A memory from your lonesome past Keeps us so far apartWhy can't I free your doubtful mindAnd melt your

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13: went out with my roommate rina and her friend tina. ket’s alter ego went to play and danced the night away. had free booze all night long. guys just couldn’t resist our charms. but sorry guys, i’m taken, very much taken. drank the most number of alcohol i could consume in 1 night. 3 bottles of Smirnoff ice. 5% vodka. went home really pooped.14: had a lingering hangover from last night. never

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I'm sooooo poor. It's the main reason why I haven't logged on for a long time now. I can't afford the 3 dh/hr internet rate. I only had 1 dh in my wallet for the past week kaya nag-stagnate din ang jobhunt ko. I can't afford to buy newspaper to search for ads, i can't even afford the fare for schedule interviews. I was actually attending a training for a sales position but I was only able to

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As in! max temperature lately is at 16 deg and bumababa ng hanggang 6 kapag madaling araw. di na kami nag e-aircon sa flat, pero i still almost freeze at night. medyo nakakatamad nga maligo kasi malamig pa rin kahit tanghali. although may heater naman, malamig pa rin paglabas mo ng banyo. so heniweys, i still don't have job and time is ticking away! yung ine-expect ko na job as sales exec sa

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Hay... bobbie i'm sure alam mo to, actually ikaw lang talaga ang nakakaalam how i really feel. buti na lang di siya nagbabasa ng blog ko kaya hindi niya alam. hay... wala akong ibang masabi kundi "The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them." Walang magsusumbong ha! "White Flag"I know you think that I shouldn't still love you,Or tell you that.But

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Heto na naman ako, nag-iisip, nagmumuni tungkol sa kanya. Hindi ko alam kung bakit kahit anong gawin ko, hindi siya mawala-wala sa aking isipan. Akala ko ay nakawala na ako sa pulang tanikalang bumihag sa akin ilang panahon na ang nakalipas. Ngunit nakita ko na naman siyang muli, at nagising ako sa katotohanang kahit ilang panahon pa ang lumipas at kahit saan man ako makarating, bihag pa rin ako

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I'm quite excited and anxious today. I'm going to spend my weekend (starting tomorrow night) with Josh and his family. Exciting kasi masaya ang family nila (very unlike ours), may makakasama akong matino, and itou-tour ako ni josh sa dubai (hopefully!). medyo weird lang kasi nga well... lam nyo na yun... it's not about them being bisaya since nasanay na akong makitira with a bisaya family (hi ian

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Haller! sorry for the late update. i was some kinda afraid to go out of the house and look for net cafe kasi baka maligaw ako. the flight was great, it was actually the first time i've ever ridden a plane. i was upgraded to business class, so the flight was even greater. almost all the passengers in the plane were filipinos. at first, i was wondering why the passengers around me and the

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i first heard this song back when i was in grade 6 or 1st yr hs ata. wow, that's like, 8? 9? years ago? anyway, i've always thought of this as MY song. it was as if the writer (probably darren hayes) wrote this with me in his mind. as if! now i'm singing it again... when will the right kind of pilot come? i don't know. but i'm not ready to meet him. not yet... She's taking her time making up the

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i am a very complicated person, and i admit that. in my complexity, there are times that even i cannot comprehend myself. more often than not, what you see of me isn't really what you get. i am mystery and art combined. a fusion of fact and fiction, of imagery and magnanimity. i could be lost in the middle of a crowd and yet very much found in my solitude. i am lonely though not alone. i am

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Hmm... i really don't know what to say. I don't want to aggravate things. it's just so sad how things rounded up this way. but i won't tone down the pain and say that these are the Lord's will, i know that they are not. they are consequences of our actions. kinda depressing, but well, what can i do? had i been who i was before, i would have word-fought back. let's just say that it's quite a

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18 Originally uploaded by Ket. This is one of the results of our photo-op session at Ian's house. Cool no? Parang sa studio. The other photos are yet to be posted pa, just stay tuned. Pictures were taken with my ever-reliable 3.5mm SLR cam, using Kodak ISO 400. I would like to thank Ian, Melvin and JS for posing for me; myself, for the set design; the broken blue umbrella which I used as

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It all started last Sunday while JS, Alfred and I (yes, i was an MH) were walking to SC. They accompanied me to pick up the the recopied graduation photos at Florofoto. Anyway, we were talking about "malditang diwata", and what gift would be appropriate for her, as Alfred was quite at a loss on his gift for her. JS eventually said, "Buti na lang samin ka nagtanong, perfect sa mga malditang tulad

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I'm just hooked with Kitchie Nadal lately. Don't know why, probably because I could sing her songs without much effort since I have a naturally raspy singing voice. And probably because I could very much relate to her songs. Why is it that when we're sad and brokenhearted, we feel like every heartbreak song was written for us? "my love, it's been a long time since i cried and left you out of the

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I soooo love this song. It's just perfect for my emotional-heartbreaky-senti moments. This is exactly what I want to tell him. But I don't know if he would ever have the chance to hear this from me.... heniweys, i was a little shocked when i heard melvin singing this song. after all, i've always thought that nobody in upcym (well, except for leighton) could relate to my type of music. turns out,

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Friends, this is a repost from Luisa, a Polsci friend. I'm just amazed how she was able to capture the exact essence of my emotions. Guess I'm not alone after all. Actually, tears stung my eyes as I was reading this. It's so hard to move on. But well, I have the Lord with me. My soul finds rest in God alone; my salvation comes from him. He alone is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I

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"Sometimes we too find we've strayed off course, and God has to shake us up to get us back on the right path. He'll often bring us into a season of brokenness, a time to re-focus and check that we are heading in the right direction." -Matt Redman, "The Unquenchable Worshipper" I cried so hard when I read this passage from his book. Who else knows brokenness in its

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People say I'm pretty, and I guess I'm okay. People say I'm self-confident, and I know that's true. My friends think I'm fearless. They're wrong about that. People without fear are just insane. I have plenty of fears in my life. Some days I feel afraid from the minute I wake up in the morning 'til my last nightmare at night. But the thing about fear is you can't be afraid of it. I know this

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I feel lost... again... Is this another phase? I'm not exactly sure. I don't know who I am anymore. Could somebody please tell me? I'm broken, more than you can imagine. A dose or two of rejection is fine. But more than that is too much, and I had to bear them all... alone... How would you feel if your dream was taken away from you? How would you react if the one you've always believed in

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