tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41512068307305277292011-10-11T01:33:21.302+08:00“I am a breathing, walking, dancing pen.. twirling in silent motions to unearth my silent cries..”Hazel France Tamacanoreply@blogger.comBlogger541100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151206830730527729.post-14509476076396114822011-04-18T18:03:00.000+08:002011-04-18T18:03:38.951+08:00

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 He was running in and out of the room and right when he spotted me holding the camera, he looked at me this way. Like saying, "Here, ma! Take me a pic!"  You can tell if he's in a sure deep slumber if he sleeps this way. Not a single thump could wake him up. Unless if you touch his ear. Sometimes he needs a pillow this big to lull him to sleep.  Nothing could be more comforting than a

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Hurrah! I won again! On Hearts! For the second time today. Now you must be thinking, is this woman hitting two birds at the same time? No, no, and no. I’m not talking about love, dummy. I’m talking about Hearts—as in solitaire, free cell, spider solitaire? A card game, yes. And for the first time after maybe about a week or two since I started playing it, I could say I finally know how it works.

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I was watching this movie lead by Kristine Hermosa and Jericho Rosales earlier at cinema-one—no idea what the title is—and there was this scene which kind of led me to questioning: What is it with candlelight dinners and a whole bunch of flowers (roses, in this case) and mellow—almost funeral-like—music that they all have to be present in a marriage proposal scenarios? Is it to cram a woman’s

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nand'yan ka na namantinutukso-tukso ang aking pusoilang ulit na banginiiwasan ka di na natuto sulyap ng 'yong matalaging nadarama kahit malayo, oohnahihirapan nalalapit-lapit pa di na natuto isang ngiti mo langat ako'y napapaamoyakapin mong minsanay muling magbabalik sa'yo na walang kalaban-labanang puso ko'y tanging iyo lamangooh... o eto na namanlaging nananabik ang aking puso,ooh...muling

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I'm looking at him now. He’s wearing this red, ridiculous-looking dance costume I doubt he’d be wearing again. He’s looking right back at me and I wonder what he’s thinking. Wondering, and wondering… to no avail. I was nothing to him. I was just a product of his seeking for adventure, of his random emotional stress, of his youth-inspired rebellion. And him? He was this spontaneous

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You know how when the walls you’ve put up all your life suddenly fall apart, turning you into an easy target? I feel that now. I was even shot bull’s-eye and felt like dying. I’d never expected it. Never imagined it’s even possible. I was ambushed, killed as soon as there was a chance. I never felt this hurt in how many years, probably not in 25 years. Tears felt like fresh blood dripping all

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Intro: C#m  D  C#m D C#m  D  C#m D I've run out complicated theoriesso now I'm taking back my wordsI'm preparing for the breakdownYour t-shirt's lost its smell of youand the bathroom's still a messRemind me why we decided this was for the best... E-F#m (3x) E-BmBecause I miss you loveI miss you love [x3] C#m  D  C#m DI know the distance is a factorbut I stretch as often as I canMy goal is to

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Been tuning in to RX 93.1 and it just kind of occurred to me to list all the questions they are passing on and so I did. These are just some of 'em: What's that thing that you usually don't allow yourself to do, but give into every now and then?- Pig out! =D If you could live one more day in your life over and over again, what day would it be and why?- 14th of October 2006. I didn't care if

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Ladies and gentlemen, come on, come on, come on Ladies and gentlemen Mariah, Mariah Ladies and gentlemen Oh baby, oh baby Come give it to me now, baby But keep it between us You and me got a secret love, baby Oh baby, oh baby Come give it to me now, baby But keep it on the hush You're not mine, got a secret love, baby It was a summer's day You went walking by She didn't notice as you turned And

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{Intro}B-F#m-E {Verse 1}B-F#m-E (4x) When I was younger I saw my daddy cry And curse at the wind He broke his own heart And I watched As he tried to reassemble it And my momma swore that She would never let herself forget And that was the day that I promised I'd never sing of love If it does not exist But darlin' {Chorus}B-F#m-E (2x) You are the only exception You are the only exception You are

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we couldn't help it. mowed lawn is way too inviting, plus the wintry ber-months breeze.. ahh.. there's that need to stay outside... and fool around.:-)The family.  We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to

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dapat ba gwapo? - sakto lang. matalino? - Has to be sensible, at least. preferred Age? - Older of course. how many years older/younger? - doesnt matter. basta older. preferred height? - Taller ciempre. Does he need to have a sense of humor? - of course. like dad. Are you okay with guys who have piercings? - one or two is okay. Accepts you for who you are? - natural. Pink hair? -

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Okay, so, earlier this afternoon, I was sitting beside the cd stand, looking for something to lighten up the mood, a movie of some sort, and I found this. Although it kind of ended up making me cry, it was, I should say, still a good cry. I was with my sister, and my bestfriend too, who was bawling like hell which she'd never done EVER before so.. haha.. Well, overall it was quite a

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(Sung and composed by Mr. Jose Mari Chan) I can tell Everytime you open your door You don't love me anymore Though my love for you still burns So I'll go There's no point in my stayin' on When you wake and I'll be gone Perhaps in time my heart will learn Though I know it hurts me to say goodbyeBut it hurts me even more to watch love die So I'll go While the words remaining are kind I'll unlock

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"Any intelligent woman who reads the marriage contract and then goes into it, deserves all the consequences." ~ Isadora Duncan "The three rings of marriage are, one, the engagement ring; two, the wedding ring and; three, the SUFFER-ring." "Bigamy is having one husband or wife too many. Monogamy is the same." ~ Oscar Wilde "Spouse: someone who'll stand by you through all the trouble you

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What words describe your last relationship?• Nonsensical. What's the last movie you saw?• How to train your dragon. You’re always...• Naughty. :-) Honestly, how many men have you been in love with?• Just one. Right, I see eyes rolling. How are you feeling right now?• I’m feeling kind of playful. Haha What song is on?• Don’t worry baby. Of The Beach Boys. Suits the mood. What's the last thing you

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I think this is, so far, the cheesiest, yet the cutest I-love-you song I have ever heard in my entire existence. Very... how should I say it? Refreshing? So child-ish, yet grown-ups can surely relate. Couldn't imagine myself seriously dedicating it to my boyfriend though. But maybe for a change, I can try singing it to him.. haha! Bangin ka ba? Kasi Nahuhulog na ako sa’yo, naman kasi Unggoy ka

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We often fool ourselves And say that it's love Only cause when it's gone We end up being lonely So how are we to know That it just isn't so That we just have to let each other go There were many times When we shared precious moments But later realized they were only stolen moments So how are we to know That it just wasn't so That we just had to let each other go If loving you is all that means

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I was browsing through youtube earlier, looking for a song by Ms. Regine Velasquez and one of the songs related to my query is her live performance of her re-make "Ikaw ang lahat sa akin" and man, it practically made me cry! So much emotions were put into it to such an extent that I was really touched. Moved, if I may say. And the lyrics, Gawd. It made me wish I was 20 again. Back to those days

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    We had lunch at "Pollo loco" and devoured on our Flame Grilled Mexican Chicken and reminisced about the good 'ol days.  We watched "Dear John". Good thing we were able to get our movie tickets because 15minutes after we did, tickets were sold out.   And even if the board walk was closed because of Chinese New Year celebration, we found the front landscape's ambiance quite stunning, so we

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February 13. This was the second part of our regular photo shooting (or boothing, if I should say). And it was wackier than the first since my 12-year old brother, Beaver, and my bestfriend's 2-year old daughter, my goddaughter as well, Eily, were with us to join the fun. Whew! I'm starting to get used to this!  

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One wacky sunday afternoon, I linked the camera to the tv so we could see ourselves as the camera continuously take shots. It was a one fun-filled (and very exhausting) photo booth-like experience. I just wish Babylyn was here to join the fun.   hit the glass!   kulit!    (That's my sister in yellow, and my bestfriend, Odette, in blue.)  the zombie attack!   Saranghe!   The amazona,

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FRIEND CONFESSIONS 1. Are you jealous of one or more of your friends?- not jealous. envy is the right term. envy in a positive way. I envy nins for being able to finally find the magic she's always prayed for.^^.. I wish I'd find mine soon enough. 2. Have you known any of your friends your whole life?- half of my life at the longest. 3. Are any of your friends taller than you?- Ha! ALL of them

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This, I guess, is what fever and colds can do. *teehee! I was at home, trying to figure out what the hell I could do to shoo this stupid boredom thing off (and the thought that this stupid colds virus is creeping it's way through my system again) when I found his pic, and mine as well which was taken only hours before this photoshop pic took place, and tadah! Like with a swish and flick (which

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The later you are, the happier a dog is to see you. A dog loves you when you leave your clothes on the floor. A dog does not get mad at you if you pet another dog. A dog does not care about the previous dogs in your life. Dogs don’t hold grudges. You never wonder whether your dog is good enough for you. Dogs don’t mind if you do all the driving. Dogs think you are a culinary genius. Dogs take

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How does it feel… to be completely in control of everything? Of yourself? Let me tell you how. At first, it feels terrific, an utter euphoria. As though every inch of your being wanted it, longed for it. As though you couldn’t get enough. You’d even wonder what in the world you’ve done to deserve it. To deserve that kind of contentment. That ample bliss. But like a beautiful flower amidst a field

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"Death is everywhere. Death is all around, all the time. At work, and now here. In my living room. In my house. Uninvited. I don’t want it." (from Douglas Cleggs' "Afterlife") Unfinished meal… unmade bed… unwashed dishes. Undone everything. It’s like time stood still. Nothing is visible but sadness in our eyes… nothing is audible but silence, and the pain that goes with it. I don’t know what to

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Last Friday, me and the rest of the family went to SM Sta. Rosa to buy some stuffs for new year’s eve. Our first stop was at a pet shop near the parking entrance since my dad wanted to canvass for Carlisle’s grooming for the coming weekend. We arrived just in time to watch how pets are being groomed because there was this 3-month old shi tzu that was just getting ready to be blow-dried. The

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My! Don’t I have this sort of—“thing” for married men? I mean, come on Mr. Cupid guy, won’t you give me a break? It’s not like I get myself attracted to them on purpose, you know? This is freaking unfair! This has to freaking stop! Last night I just caught a sweet glimpse of my new-found crushie named—of course I won’t tell you what his name is, just that it starts with a letter J, as always! Ugh

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~ He’s a cross-breed of Spitz and Poodle. ~ He was born on the 25th of October, 2008, in Boac, Marinduque. ~ His original name was “Bami”—from the name “Obama”—and he would still glance over when you call him that. Seems he still finds it very much familiar.  ~He couldn’t live a day without his yaya Isis, he’s super matamlay when she’s not around. ~ He likes to eat Chicharon. ~ Unlike all the

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I know this would sort of appear like a book review of some kind at first. Like when most of the time, the title would say it all. But I guess not in cases when someone reads a book, watches a movie they somehow find themselves very much related to and reminisces afterward. Well at least that’s how it went for me. As I have finished the whole content of this Nicholas Sparks piece which eventually

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Satisfaction, I guess, is only a state of mind… or at least that’s how it goes for me. I remember one friend telling me, “You’re 23. You need a steady relationship for Christ’s sake! If you’re gonna keep your falling-out-of-love-easily thing going, you’re not gonna find the perfect love for you! Or the right one, if not perfect.” Yeah. Right. But what do I do? It has never at all been a subject

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“Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn’t it?It makes you so vulnerable.It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up.You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of

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The only constant thing in this world is change… fine. Talk about what I ask the most: Why can’t things change the way they are? My sister and I were talking about Brian (ugh. Brian.) when suddenly the “people change” stuff suddenly pops out of the topic. How people change. How things change. And as well, how I was completely unaware of the change—be it sudden or eventual—I’ve somewhat undergone.

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How to be a loser? One thing: BE ME. I have been suspecting that there might be some JINX attached somewhere inside my structure that makes things bad, if not horrible. I mean, relationship, for one thing. I couldn’t last two or more months. And why is that? One moment I have this butterflies-fleeting-inside-my-belly, I-so-like-him-we’re-gonna-click-for-like-ever sort of thing and the next thing

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Will I chicken out this time again or what? I don’t know.These past few hours I’m like, if not lost, just going nowhere. Everywhere I come across, I see losers—talk about my mirror images. There’s something I don’t—but I need to—understand. Why would HE hurl something down to me, something he knows I would send Him back unappreciated? And He would always do it, you know? ALWAYS. I bet there’s

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Why that person—of all people? You could’ve grabbed someone who would’ve loved you the moment you did… someone who’s not afraid to keep you… someone who’d insist when you say you simply don’t want it… someone who could see your worth. Don’t you deserve that? You couldn’t just hang around and cook things up like, things will be fine and you just have to wait… because you know you can’t…wait. Why

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“...in every bottle of caballeros triple distilled mescal, a scorpionswims in the silo of liquid, the colorof caramel, of clarified dulce de leche,the hot milk of it pressed from a mulchof chopped blue agave hearts, maguey azul…all because she’s fallenfor the one she can’t have, she tossesher head back and drains the little cupslike they were poison, rememberingthe sting of lime in his tongue,the

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Oltrak, I’m writing this because this is all I could do. And because I’m a complete JERK that I couldn’t even bring myself up to talk to you. Maybe it’s because I’m too afraid that even the littlest word I could utter like, Hi, could already make it clear enough for you to see right through me and figure out exactly what I’m afraid you could figure out. Perhaps some small things like, I love

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Wake up, The morning's over. The bed is soft and warm where we lay. I've dreamed the whole night through, Of how I'd say to you, All the things my heart wants to say. Last night, You heard me crying, 'Cause I had never loved a man, before. And I guess the tears were falling, 'Cause the little girl was lost, But now love, I'm not crying any more. This girl has turned into a woman. And I've

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I dont know when… or how… but you turned my life from charcoal-ish gloom to crystal bliss… no smile could be carved perfectly well on my sorry, bent-down-coz-of-pain-and-anguish, glossed lips but that which only you had been able to bring. You had been majorly integral to the change. this change that, perhaps, I’ve been waiting for, all my life..but, ironially though, I’m counting down the SMILES

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 I bought a notebook today, not because I need one, but because the cover flickered my interest. It was really cute I could not resist it! "KIDS TALK" Dear God,      Are you really invisible or is it just a trick? Lucy Dear God,      Instead of letting people die and having to make new ones why don’t you just keep the ones you got now? Sandra Dear God,      If you watch in church on Sunday I

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No matter how hard I try, the void just won’t come off… how many times do we tell this to ourselves and couldn’t do anything about it? How many times do we have to wake up in the morning and realize that what we thought had already made us feel complete is already gone? Gone because we let it go… gone because it just died… gone because we finally turned our backs on it coz we realized somehow it

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"Trying to catch your heart Is like trying to catch a star So many people love you baby That must be what you are..." ~From the song 'Waiting for a star to fall' For one whole month I dwell in a world of unknown, a world where dreams come true. For one wonderful month I was under a beautiful spell. That all the songs I wanted to listen to, I heard; the words I wanted to hear, I read. Wishes had

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I love you, Not only for what you are, But for what I am When I am with you. I love you, Not only for what You have made of yourself, But for what You are making of me. I love you For the part of me That you bring out, I love you For putting your hand Into my heaped-up heart And passing over All the foolish, weak things That you can’t help Dimly seeing there, And for drawing out Into the light

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