ever wanted something you just know you can't have?
and IF ever (by some very powerful voodoo miracle - which would probably cost a lot) you do have it, you know you'll just feel guilty all the time anyway.
so what do you do?
i resolve to just stay in the background and just watch "it" go away. the way i always do. hay.
Suntok sa Buwan (Session Road)
Hindi mo ba alam
Damdamin ko'y pinagtakpan
Makasama ka'y suntok sa buwan
'Di mo nga alam
Mundo mo nga'y iyong tignan
Kung ganyan, walang pupuntahan
Hindi ko 'to gusto
Pero 'wag kang lalayo
Itanong mo sa akin
At tatanungin ko rin
Kung ika'y aamin
Lahat ay gagawin
'Di mo napapansin
Kailangan mo akong dinggin
'Di habang buhay ika'y aantayin
Ito'y aking hiling
At sana naman ay tanggapin
Ng puso ko'y 'di nabibitin
Nov 21, 2004
Oct 25, 2004
our last sembreak!!
we just got home from our recent trip to puerto galera. 3 days were certainly bitin. and we are back to lodger's nook (the place to be!), this time with 10 girls and a guy. although puyat and tired from the exams, we had a blast!
from mais con hielo and halo-halo (with 3 different colors of saba...), to beach volley (in which vetita became the newest member of the varsity, kinareer ang bola!), snorkling and feeding the fishes with ice gems, getting drunk (that is, trying to get drunk) with mindoro sling, lucky 9 and lala fish crackers. getting hit on (tata!) by youngsters ("uhh, i was stranded... yeah! stranded!" --> ano un? kanta? haha! sorry canadian ang katapat mo, dear). lafang ng inihaw na liempo for 2 nights (compliments of jun and meky), chismisan about love lives and our special talents with our feet (pagkakitaan nga!) and again, loading up with mais con hielo and halo-halo (still with another color...).
grabe, last hirit na ba to? sana hindi. next time, bangkok naman tayo! haha.
from mais con hielo and halo-halo (with 3 different colors of saba...), to beach volley (in which vetita became the newest member of the varsity, kinareer ang bola!), snorkling and feeding the fishes with ice gems, getting drunk (that is, trying to get drunk) with mindoro sling, lucky 9 and lala fish crackers. getting hit on (tata!) by youngsters ("uhh, i was stranded... yeah! stranded!" --> ano un? kanta? haha! sorry canadian ang katapat mo, dear). lafang ng inihaw na liempo for 2 nights (compliments of jun and meky), chismisan about love lives and our special talents with our feet (pagkakitaan nga!) and again, loading up with mais con hielo and halo-halo (still with another color...).
grabe, last hirit na ba to? sana hindi. next time, bangkok naman tayo! haha.
blog away... blog away...
someone told me that "blogging" is now the newest craze. whoa. i've been a member of blogspot for almost a year now. wow, "pioneer" pala ako, naks, cool... ako? haha. not.
i never really got into the blogging thing. maybe because i live in a small apartment with three other girls, in which our lives consist of basically waking up at 7:30 am (for me, it's 7:50 or 7:55 - may tawad pa), take a bath, go to SGT class, make chika and chismis about our classmates ("who's pregnant?!?!", "who's crushing who?","they did what??!", "she's mad at who?!" and "aww, they broke up?!?!"), eat lunch, go to the library (if my social life permits it), spend around 3 to 4 hours reading Harrison's Internal Medicine or whatever my beloved friends photocopied for me to read, go home in th (our tiny place in UST), watch TV Patrol (and actually comment on EVERY news they give), criticize commercials, try to read IM and watch TV at the same time, PLUS making chismis again with my roomies. On to watching Hiram (note: ang guapo ni geoff eigenmann!!!! hay.) then take a shower and study, study, study!!! sitting in front of the laptop, typing about my life will look eerie to my roomies. (eerie, not just weird). besides, you'll never know who's looking from behind. :P
so when will i find time writing blurbs about my life? i mean, the spare time i have, i spend it lying around, day dreaming, sleeping, reading novels, eating, watching tv, and listening to music. bumming around is what i actually do best when there are no classes.
like right now. it's the last sembreak of my life. and i'm spending it at home (alone) and typing away. i guess i just need this for therapy. so, blah away cea! you have a week left before school starts again. booohooo!!
i never really got into the blogging thing. maybe because i live in a small apartment with three other girls, in which our lives consist of basically waking up at 7:30 am (for me, it's 7:50 or 7:55 - may tawad pa), take a bath, go to SGT class, make chika and chismis about our classmates ("who's pregnant?!?!", "who's crushing who?","they did what??!", "she's mad at who?!" and "aww, they broke up?!?!"), eat lunch, go to the library (if my social life permits it), spend around 3 to 4 hours reading Harrison's Internal Medicine or whatever my beloved friends photocopied for me to read, go home in th (our tiny place in UST), watch TV Patrol (and actually comment on EVERY news they give), criticize commercials, try to read IM and watch TV at the same time, PLUS making chismis again with my roomies. On to watching Hiram (note: ang guapo ni geoff eigenmann!!!! hay.) then take a shower and study, study, study!!! sitting in front of the laptop, typing about my life will look eerie to my roomies. (eerie, not just weird). besides, you'll never know who's looking from behind. :P
so when will i find time writing blurbs about my life? i mean, the spare time i have, i spend it lying around, day dreaming, sleeping, reading novels, eating, watching tv, and listening to music. bumming around is what i actually do best when there are no classes.
like right now. it's the last sembreak of my life. and i'm spending it at home (alone) and typing away. i guess i just need this for therapy. so, blah away cea! you have a week left before school starts again. booohooo!!
Somewhere Only We Know - Keane
I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonne let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
Oh simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tire and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute why don't we go
talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go, somewhere only we know...
I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonne let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
Oh simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tire and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute why don't we go
talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go, somewhere only we know...
Mar 1, 2004
my blog is getting molds.
despite my sister's efforts in teaching me to improve my blog site... well... there are just some things i should remember to note down on paper.
and i just couldn't find the time to publish posts here. (except now, because of the transpo strike, i get a free day! woohoo!)
plus, i had to clean the icky bathroom which has the real life molds in it. talk about eeeww.
and i just couldn't find the time to publish posts here. (except now, because of the transpo strike, i get a free day! woohoo!)
plus, i had to clean the icky bathroom which has the real life molds in it. talk about eeeww.
someone's got a new life in her arms.
... this spot is for my dearest friend joy. who gave birth to a 6.8 pound baby boy, after going through more than 20 hours of noncontracting uterus, countless internal examination, oxytocin inducers, etcetera, in the labor room which ended up in CS (how cruel was that? hehe, but hey, you ended up with ethan, and that's more than enough ryt? :). i'm really proud of you gurl!
... and to ethan, who proved to be quite an angel, welcome to this wonderful world. (yes, it IS wonderful and i can't wait to see you find it out for yourself) :)
... from your pseudo tita who's just excited to wash your bottoms and change your diapers (coz your mommy gets icky, hehehe!).
... and to ethan, who proved to be quite an angel, welcome to this wonderful world. (yes, it IS wonderful and i can't wait to see you find it out for yourself) :)
... from your pseudo tita who's just excited to wash your bottoms and change your diapers (coz your mommy gets icky, hehehe!).
Jan 19, 2004
woohoo! i'm officially a blogger. that means i have all these space to rant and lash out my mind without bothering anyone (which i DO NOT do in life).
now, why blahspot.com? la lang. so i can write all the blah that i want. blah about my life, your life, their lives and whoever's life. blah about how wonderful the world is or how cruel it can be. blah about whatever happens to be on my mind.
not that all of these are nonsense. at least not for me. or else i wont be wasting time for this, would i?
:P
now, why blahspot.com? la lang. so i can write all the blah that i want. blah about my life, your life, their lives and whoever's life. blah about how wonderful the world is or how cruel it can be. blah about whatever happens to be on my mind.
not that all of these are nonsense. at least not for me. or else i wont be wasting time for this, would i?
:P
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