tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194394832024-03-08T02:13:57.312+08:00Kickass GoddessA Last love,
proper in conclusion,
should snip the wings
forbidding further flight.
But I, now,
reft of that confusion,
am lifted up
and speeding toward the light.
-Maya Angelou-Kickass Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12210616094361752707noreply@blogger.comBlogger241125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439483.post-1132327148054958722009-08-11T02:28:00.001+08:002009-08-11T02:30:34.668+08:00silent screams<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPmy26_xiNY/SoBnEW5yGTI/AAAAAAAAADk/3uDv_r2lIic/s1600-h/teej.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hPmy26_xiNY/SoBnEW5yGTI/AAAAAAAAADk/3uDv_r2lIic/s320/teej.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368404080390707506" border="0" /></a><br /> <div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I can never understand how one homo sapien can kill its own kind. I dare not call a murderer as a human being.<br /><br />Today i found out that a dear friend of mine was murdered. Cause of death: multiple stab wounds to the neck and head. Not only does the perpetrator have no respect for the human condition, this entity even had the balls to wrap my friend's face in plastic and stuff him in the trunk of his own car.<br /><br />When this information was relayed to me, only one thought had gone through my mind... I hope Teej didnt feel anything beyond that first slash of the knife to the neck.<br /><br />Tiny shudders of pain were racing up and down my body as i fought to keep my emotions buried. I still had a class to facilitate and breaking down was unacceptable. My body was going through the motions of teaching but my heart was screaming at me. I guess no words can define how painful my heart was constricting. I can only imagine the fear that Teej might have gone through during that time. I can only assume that this travesty occurred while i was soundly and dreamlessly sleeping safely in my bed.<br /><br />I have yet to understand the depth of the loss my "cousin" Teej has brought to my life. All i know right now is that I wont see his smiling face in the office anymore. His amazing singing will now be silenced forever. His absolutely corny jokes that made you laugh because they were so corny will now be relegated to phone memories as text messages, never to be delivered in his oddly funny speaking voice.<br /><br />Right now, i mourn the loss of my cousin Teej. I am angered at the being that committed this brutal act upon this trusting, happy and content soul. I will not throw any ill will your way because i know that one day, you will get what you deserve.<br /><br />All i ask now is a favor from all my friends... Please help me pray for Teej's soul. for peace and acceptance for the friends and family who had been left to celebrate his life. For the police to be wise and swift in finding the heinous being that have committed this act. For the ju</span><span style="font-size:100%;">stice system to mete out the appropriate punishment. Last but not the least, strength for all friends and family to overcome this obstacle.<br /><br />I will miss you so much Cousin. 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The fragrant tobacco smoke was tinged with a slight bitterness. He was immersed deep in his thoughts, his eyes cast unseeing towards the twinkling city lights beneath him. A tiny spark of light lit his eyes has his ears heard the whisper soft strains of Yiruma's song Love Me wafted through the air; the spark died as quickly as it came. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">His thoughts turned back to her. They havent talked nor seen each other for 8 months now. He stood from his desk and walked to the floor to ceiling window that graced his office. He lay his hand against the glass pane that separated him from a 50 storey plunge. The cool glass reminded him that he still had warmth in him.; that he was still remotely human. Minutes passed unknowingly, as he stood there gazing down at the city that was filled with a vast sea of faces that made him feel his loneliness further. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">As he walked back to his desk he saw something glitter in the dark corner underneath his desk. He stooped down to pick it up and saw that it was the letter opener that she gave to him from their last trip to Singapore. The blade on the letter opener was sharp enough to leave a shallow slice on his forefinger when he ran his finger lightly on its cutting edge. His right hand gripped the handle as he turned his left arm over... </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">.-=*v*=-. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">She was sitting on the shore, watching the sunset on another day. Her bright brown eyes drank in the slow transition from a Rembrandt sky to the bold colors of sunset. The cool ocean breeze made a rat's nest of her long hair; but she didnt mind. She rarely had the pleasure of taking in peace for herself. In her life, it was always about work, her family, and as of late, her friends. She was their towerblock. It wasnt that she minded being someone people leaned on, but lately, it had been more of a task borne out of obligation, instead of pleasure brought by love. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">The sand between her toes reminded her of him. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">Of the odd conversations that they had which made sense only to them. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">"If you were a super hero, and you had to choose between the ability to fly but can only be two feet off the ground OR the ability to become invisible, but when youre invisible youre going to be blind as a bat, what would you choose?" </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">"If Hitler didnt have his moustache, would he be less popular?" </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">"If you only had three pieces of hair on your head, would they be clumped together? or in three separate places?" </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">"Who do you think is more of a sidekick amterial, Aquaman or Robin?" </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">The snippets of these past conversations ran through her mind, briging a ghost of a smile to her eyes. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">Then her mobile phone rang. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">She reached out to the pouch beside her and answered the call. Seconds after she aswered her mobile phone, all the color from her face was drained; her hand shook as she ended the call, she stood up from the blanket and ran to her car. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">'-=. . .=-' </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">He's dead. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">Those two words kept echoing in her head as she hurtled down the highway, uncaring if the speed limit was 60. She drove as if Hell's very own hounds were chasing her. She needed to see for herself that he was really gone. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">When she reached the hospital parking lot, she parked haphazardly near the ER entrance and ran to the nearest nursing station. As she ran through the cool halls of the hospital, the antiseptic smell reminded her that this is where people lived and died. She reached the waiting room and saw all their friends; their faces reflecting varying states of shock and grief. She felt as if time suddenly became as molasses being sucked up a soda straw. Each step that she took felt like eternity. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">She sat beside one of their friends and buried her face in her hands. How many minutes passed, she didnt know, but when she felt a warm weight settle gently on her shoulder, she raised her head and saw him. Her knees trembled like the last leaves on an autumn tree, as she stood up. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">.-=***=-. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">He saw various emotions flash through her eyes when she saw him. The same emotions that ran through her when they last spoke. A fine trembling was running through his body as they stood there and hugged each other. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">"I can believe Charles is gone" she whispered. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">"His mom says he died in his sleep. Days after we last spoke, his mom called me up and told me that the hospital was sending him home because his cancer was already terminal and they couldnt do anything about it anymore." he said as he laid his forehead gently on her forehead. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">"Why didnt you tell me?" she asked. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">"Im sorry, but it wasnt for me to say. His mom didnt want anyone to know, but she told me because i was his bestfriend. I also didnt think that you would talk to me after what happened to us 8 months ago." He then sat down on one of the couches in the waiting room. His arms around her, her arms around his; sharing the burden of grief that have been given to them. </span></span>Kickass Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12210616094361752707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439483.post-66723791628274774952009-02-15T22:16:00.000+08:002009-02-16T03:16:45.113+08:00Val's BirthdayAs the cool night wind blew softly, he stood on his hotel room terrace, his eyes unseeing as they were cast towards the city lights that winked liked stars below him. It had been months since he last saw her. Its funny that he remembered her on a Friday the 13th. A day that superstitious lots feared and anticipated yet ironically a day before the world fell under the commercialism of love.<br><br>A ghost of a smile touched his lips as he thought of her. He could see the sneer on her face the last time that they spent February 14 together. He gave her flowers and she gave him that look that made a lesser man cringe but amused him.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">"What am i supposed to do with this monstrosity?"</span> she asks as he gives her a pailful of yellow roses. <br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">"I think you're supposed to smush your face in the bouquet and then give me the dewy eyed look that girls usually do when they receive flowers.</span>" he answers while he opens the door to the front passenger of her car.<br><br>"And when i smush my face in the bouquet, am i supposed to eat the flowers?" she asks a little scathingly.<br><br>"We'll you eat the weirdest things, so i dont suppose eating flowers would be any different" he says as he slowly exited the parking lot.<br><br>In answer to his statement, she snorted inelegantly at him.<br><br>He couldnt help but laugh. <span style="font-style: italic;">"Why cant you just say thank you?"</span> he laughingly asks.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">"Why should i? I didnt ask you to buy me flowers. You do this every year and it just always ends up in Val's house.</span>" she answered.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">"Well, its like hitting two birds with one stone. I irritate you and since you dump those flowers annually to Val, then it also acts as a birthday gift for Val. Its one of the few things i live for. hahahahaha"</span><br><br>His reverie was broken when he heard his mobile phone ringing. He headed back to his room to get his phone.<br><br>.-=***=-...-=***=-.<br><br>She opened her eyes after wishing on the first night's star. Her whiskey colored eyes held a tinge of sadness. She lit a cigarette to give her hands something to do as she dispelled the thoughts in her head.<br><br>It had been months since she last saw him. Until now, she could feel that jab to the solar plexus, just thinking about him; about him telling her that he loved her more than she could give. A part of her died when he told her that he wanted them to be together. She knew that she loved him, but not in the way that he wanted it to be. She knew that she wasnt the best person to be his life partner. She took a drag from her cigarette as she remembered one of her conversations with Amie.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">" Just like what i read in a book...'First guy to walk out of my life, definetly not the last. Funny things, you and me. You always stayin' away from love, me always chasin' after it.' Same deal with us girl-o. You're just a plain coward. You say you're smart, but i say youre not. Letting go of a guy who would go over the moon for you. I call it as i see it. You're a freaking coward..."<br><br></span>She walked away from Amie even before she had the time to finish her statement. Each word that came out of Amie's mouth was like a dart. <br><br>This was going to be the first time in 12 years that she would be going to Val's birthday without him. She took another deep drag from her cigarette and then walked determinedly to Val's house to face his family and their friends for the first time without Japeth by her side.<br><span style="font-style: italic;"></span> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>Kickass Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12210616094361752707noreply@blogger.com100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439483.post-10877366531642007112008-11-29T01:58:00.000+08:002008-11-29T06:58:12.605+08:00the aftermath <span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">It was shaping up to be a really bad day for her. As she was walking back to her office after a horrendous meeting, she heard a song playing in the operations area...</span><br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">"</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I'll be there for you when the sky falls down</span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I'll be there for you when no one's around</span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I'll be there for you when there's no way out and you're down</span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">and you frown</span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I know life won't go your way</span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">and you never know what to say</span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">when you have nothing left</span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I'll still love you more</span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I'll be there for you through your deepest fears</span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I'll be there for you 'till the smoke clears</span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I'll be there for you when you see no end and your friends</span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">are all gone</span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I know life won't go your way</span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">and you never know what to say</span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">when you have nothing left</span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I'll still love you more </span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">You could turn your back or run a thousand miles away</span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I'll be waiting for you with nothing left to say but</span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I'll be there for you when nothing can go wrong</span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I'll be there for you when you sing a joyful song</span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I'll be there for you when your smile lights the room</span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">and your gloom is all gone</span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I know life won't go your way</span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">and you never know what to say</span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">when you have nothing left</span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I'll still love you more "</span><br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"></span><span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Then it her like a fist, they weren't friends anymore. Her ears started heating up and she knew that she was about to cry. She always presented a strong front but whenever emotions like these hit her at unexpected times she had to cry it out to cope. The washroom seemed like a football field away so she hid in the next best thing: the storage closet.</span><br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">As soon as the door closed, she slumped to the floor and started to gasp and sob. Tears streamed down her cheeks like a warm cleansing shower. Halfway through her crying jag she heard the storeroom door open...</span><br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">" Okay lang po kayo ma'am?"</span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br></span><span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">She looks up and sees Arnold, the Janitor. Still hiccuping and sobbing she stammered: </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">"Okay lang po ako kuya..."<br><br>"Ma'am wag po kayo mag alala... Maaayos din po yan. Lahat naman po ng problema me solusyon. Kung hindi nyo naman po kaya na, hindi naman po mahirap humingi ng tulong sa iba para damayan nila kayo. Sige po una na ako. Tahan na po kayo" </span><span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">with that Arnold grabbed several packs of paper towels and stepped out of the storeroom.</span><br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">She sat there and thought things over and cried a little more. She leaned her forehead to her knees and waited for the hiccups to subside. In the quiet storeroom, she heard the song playing in operations..</span><br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br>"...But love it washes over </span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Love it pulls me closer </span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Love it changes everything </span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> <br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Everything is beautiful </span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Even when the tears are falling </span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I don't need a miracle to believe </span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Even in the crashing down </span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I can hear redemption calling </span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">And everything is beautiful to me </span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> <br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Sweetly, You release me </span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">From the weight of what I've done </span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">The trigger trips the hammer </span><br style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">But the bullets never come..."</span><br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">A tiny smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, it was as if someone was playing the OST of Smallville. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the wall, taking small pleasure in the relative peace and quiet in the room. Bracing herself for another day to live through with that gaping hole in her chest. A hole that threatened to suck her into an emotional abyss. An abyss of pain and nothingness.</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br></span> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>Kickass Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12210616094361752707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439483.post-51045470956942682642008-10-03T07:21:00.000+08:002008-10-03T11:21:53.319+08:00rehashing meandering thoughts...<p style="font-family: ms gothic,gothic;color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><font size="3"><strong>The more we grow older, the lesser we care about what people think because we have developed our wings. We are no longer caterpillars confined to the ground. We have undergone the excruciating process of metamorphosis. With our new wings, they will enable us to fly and soar to the great unkown– to breakaway from the chains that used to bind us.</strong></font></p> <p style="font-family: ms gothic,gothic;color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><font size="3"><strong>Forget growing pains. </strong></font></p> <p style="font-family: ms gothic,gothic;color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><font size="3"><strong>There is still today and tomorrow and many more days after that to do what we want to do. </strong></font></p> <font style="font-family: ms gothic,gothic;color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" size="3"><strong>The most important thing to remember during our future flights is to stay grounded just in case we fly too high.</strong></font> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>Kickass Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12210616094361752707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439483.post-42973584135497460782008-09-13T14:08:00.000+08:002008-11-15T19:47:32.976+08:00a Conversation with The Dreamer <font style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">He was in a 24 hour coffee shop in Makati waiting for her to get out of the office. As he waits for her, he lights up a cigarette, takes a deep drag and let the nicotine flow through his system to calm him down. He exhales deeply and grabs his mobile phone to text her.</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">Two hours passed and he was still alone in the coffee shop. Anger simmering beneath his calm exterior. He was controlling his anger because he knew that once she sinks her teeth into a project, she never lets go until its finished. He grabs his bag from the chair beside him and paws through the bag looking for his PSP. He takes it out and plugs the headset, passing the time through music.</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">He didnt notice how much time had passed; then he saw a shadow fall across his table.He looks up and sees her huge dimpled grin. As she was about to sit he stands up abruptly from his chair, grabs his bag and walks to his car.<br><br>He heard he run after him and when they both reached his car, he gently places his bag on the hood and looks at her. <br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">"What is wrong with you?!"</span> she whispers furiously at him. </span></font><font style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">Her faced reflecting amazement and anger. He knew she hated public confrontations, thus the whispered statement.<br><br>He just looks at her and again lights a cigarette. He felt her eyes throwing icy daggers at him and he knew that if looks could kill he would have been dead on the spot, but he was amazed when she spoke again, it was in an even tone.<br><br>"I dont know whats going on with you. Im tired and if youre going to sulk, I'll just take a cab home." Then she started to walk away.<br><br>He took two quick steps and firmly grabbed her forearm and told her to get in the car. Again, he was surprised when she acquiesced. <span style="font-style: italic;">She must be really tired, </span>he thought. <br><br>When they were both in the car, he just sat there and gripped the steering wheel hard enough to make his knuckles stand out white. He looked over at her and saw that her eyes were already closed.<br><br>"How many hours have you been at the office?" he asks her. <br><br>Her eyes open and blearily focused on him. <br><br>"Been there for like 15 hrs" she says sleepily. <br><br>"Why do you do that," he asks. <br><br>"Stay at the office ng matagal?"<br></span></font><font style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br> "Yeah"<br><br>"Coz I have a lot of other things to do. Saka naghahanap ako ng cute." she answers fliply, then yawns again; hugely.<br><br>He then pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.<br><br>"You really dont get it" he says softly. He looks over and saw that her eyes were closed and was breathing deeply. He leans over and touches his head to the steering wheel, closes his eyes and whispers. <br><br>"I have loved you since we were kids. I started loving you when you outscreamed that bully Michelle." he laughs softly at this thought.<br><br>"I wait patiently everyday for you to realize that, but you only see what you want to see and maybe I am tired of waiting. For someone so smart you can really be dumb sometimes. Why do I wait for you at the oddest hours of the day to pick you up from the office? Doesnt it ever cross your mind why I do a lot of things for you? Dont you ever wonder why our families always ask why arent we together as a couple even if we tell them that we're just the best of friends? Maybe its because they see it in my eyes. I guess you think I have loved other women. I guess I did too... but no one ever really sufficed. Its just you. I love you everyday, I ---"<br><br>The silence in the car made him sit up and look at her. Her brown eyes huge with shock. Tinges of anger and pain chased one after the other on her pale face. He winced at that look.<br><br>"Please take me home..." she says softly then hugged her bag closer to herself.<br><br>He tried to say something but his mind went blank, so he just started the car and drove her home. An awkward air filled the silence on the drive back to her place. They were only a block away from her place when he heard her say "Im sorry I hurt you, but I cant love you back the way you expect me to."<br><br>He didnt respond to that whispered statement. As he drove he felt like it was the longest block that he had to drive. They then arrived at her place. He parked the car and then turned off the engine. <br><br>"So you cant love me, but you loved that freakin gay guy and even ---" he shouted at her but stopped when he saw the color draining from her face. Her normally pale face turned white as a sheet. "Thanks for bringing me home." she says and then steps out of the car.<br><br>The soft thud of the door against the frame felt like a punch to the solar plexus. He couldnt breathe. He didnt know how long he stayed like that, until he felt his mobile phone vibrate. He took it out of his pocket and saw that she sent him a message.<br><br>"Im sorry, but I dont think we can be friends anymore."<br><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"></span></font> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>Kickass Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12210616094361752707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439483.post-58856635748341053422008-09-06T02:51:00.000+08:002008-09-06T06:51:20.056+08:00Scenes from a Memory<font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color="#009900" size="3">The humid night air brushed her cheeks while she was slowly walking back to her office. Her slow steps barely made a sound on the concrete pathway. She was lost in thought. As she looked up, the lights from the buildings brought back a fond memory from her Singapore vacation.<br> <br>***<br> <br>‘That was a good book,’ she thought as she closed the book that she just finished reading; it was “Immortality” by Milan Kundera. As usual, after reading a Kundera masterpiece, it made her think about how and where her life was headed. About why is there a difference between the individual self and an individual’s public image; why is there a conflict between reality and appearance and why is there an all too human longing for immortality? As she pondered about this, she took a sip from her now cold hazelnut latte and gazed out onto the Marina Bay skyline. <br> <br>A huge skeleton wheel was being constructed across the bay and according to her expat friends, that wheel was soon to become the Singapore Flyer; a giant ferris wheel, or to be technologically correct; a giant observation wheel, something like the London Eye. To the left; was the Esplanade Mall (which reminded her of a giant durian) the unique structure was strategically lit to showcase its one-of-a-kind architecture and to the leftmost part of her eye scope was the Merlion Park. For reasons unknown to her, the sound of the water gushing out of the merlion and the Mediterranean blue “water” under the statue soothed her. <br> <br>Deep in thought, she didn’t notice that her mobile phone was vibrating; it was only when she put down her mug that she noticed that someone tried to reach her. She checked her mobile and saw that it was Chris; a classmate from highschool who presently worked in Singapore as an in-house events coordinator for Credit Suisse. She sent him a text message saying that she currently was in the Starbucks in front of the Fullerton Hotel. <br> <br>After 10 minutes she saw Chris walking towards her. She had to stifle a giggle because every time she would see him, she would be reminded of this Asian actor – Edison Chen. Chris and the actor looked alike, just like the way Brad Pitt looks like a young Robert Redford. The difference between Edison Chen and Chris was that Chris was deeply tanned. Chris was in his usual business casual attire, but on him, it really didn’t seem casual. Draped on his tall, tanned and almost lanky frame was a black long sleeved polo shirt (which he accessorized with a piano key designed skinny tie) a handsome black belt with a gorgeous silver buckle, black slacks and white suede Gucci loafers. <br> <br>They had dinner at Saint Julien; a French restaurant whose mission was to recreate the ‘bourgeois’ cuisine reminiscent of Paris several decades ago. They reminisced about how horrible their highschool life was and laughed at the times where they were sent to the principal’s office for their shenanigans. In the middle of dinner her phone started vibrating and she saw that it was her friend Huck. When she answered, he was asking where she was and if she was interested to have dinner with him since he just got out of the office. She told him that she was at home and already ate dinner, but maybe they could have dinner over the weekend or have coffee. <br> <br>When dinner was over, she and Chris walked off the sumptuous dinner that they had. They walked hand in hand while talking. He was laughing at her because she nearly tripped a couple of times because she was staring at the buildings instead of looking at where she was walking. The tall buildings, bright lights and the people bustling about even late at night reminded her of home. In their mindless wandering, they ended up on Orchard Road and suddenly she found herself looking at Huck who was reading in one of the coffee shops that dotted the street. She rolled her eyes consternation; thought ‘jeez this country is really small,’ then sent a quick prayer to God asking for him not to notice her and Chris. Happily someone up there did listen and they got past without him noticing.<br> <br>As they walked home, the smell of rain permeated the air and thunder started to rumble from above, it was a good thing that they were only a few blocks away from her condo. They were already at the park near her condo complex when the rain started to pour. They couldn’t run for it because Chris didn’t want to get his laptop wet; which incidentally was in a Hermes piano man bag, so they decided to wait it out. It was a good thing that the park had a covered walkway with benches so they had a place to park their butts. <br> <br>An hour had passed and the rain still hadn’t let up. She got bored and fished around her bag to grab a cigarette. She stood from the bench and walked a few steps downwind from Chris; he hated the smell of cigarettes. After she lit up Chris said loudly: “Why don’t you quit smoking? Don’t make me go there and put that out.” She arched an eyebrow at him and took a long drag. As she exhaled, he stood up from the bench and started to approach her. She took a one step back for every step that he took towards her, next thing she knows they were running around the park laughing their hearts out. When they got back to the bench where they left their things, she saw that she was still holding a soggy cigarette butt in her right hand; which started another round of laughter.<br> <br>A cold breeze started to blow which made them shudder in their wet clothes. She told him that she can run up to her condo and grab some umbrellas so that their things wouldn’t get wet. He agreed to this while grimacing and looking at his soggy socks. Of course he was in socks; you wouldn’t want to ruin a pair of Gucci shoes… not even for a childhood friend. Hahahahaha~<br> <br>They got back to the condo without any other crazy incidents, dried themselves and plopped down on the couch to channel surf.<br> <br>***<br> <br>She entered the building where her office was located, a smile lurking at the corners of her lips as she reminisced about the rest of that memory.</font> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>Kickass Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12210616094361752707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439483.post-25185453445961452342008-09-05T04:50:00.000+08:002008-09-05T08:50:43.885+08:00Nothing New<font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color="#993399" size="3"><em>I can hear you staring.<br></em> <br>He then opened his eyes and gave her his trademark bedimpled parenthesis grin. <br> <br>She laughed.<br> <br>“Why are you staring?” he asks.<br> <br>“Nothing. I was just thinking.” She says.<br> <br>“Well don’t think so loud, you’re disturbing my sleep.” He says while pulling up the covers that were down to his waist then closes his eyes once again.<br> <br>She then gets up from bed and goes out of the room to her pint sized kitchen to grab some coffee. While in the kitchen, her mobile phone started to vibrate; indicating that she had an incoming call. She took a look at the screen and saw to her utter surprise and slight tinge of anger, it was Finn.<br> <br>She ended the call as soon as she could and then went back to her room and took a cigarette from her bag. She glanced over to the bed and saw that he was still asleep. This brought a smile to her face. He always slept in during the weekends and tried to sleep in during the weekdays. He believed that mornings were meant to be greeted with eyes tight shut. That thought accompanied her as she went back to the kitchen.<br> <br>She turned on the exhaust fan just above her kitchen sink and lit up her cigarette. She rarely smoked at home, but today was an exception. The call from Finn angered her. Taking a deep drag from her cigarette she began to replay the conversation in her head. It really irritated her that Finn had the gall to call her and act as if nothing happened; as if they never had that falling out. She was pondering deeply upon those preposterous thoughts that she didn’t hear him walk over and jumped a foot high when he grabbed the coffee filled mug from her hand.<br> <br>He was pleasantly rumpled from bed and giving her a grumpy grin. “Why are you muttering here by the sink? It’s too early for that.” He says after taking a huge gulp of the slowly warming coffee.<br> <br>“Nothing.” She says while again taking a deep drag from her cigarette and blowing the smoke out directly to his face.<br> <br>He waved his hand in front of his face and stuck a tongue out at her. “That nothing seems to be making you grumpy. If you don’t feel like talking about it, no skin off my nose. Am heading back to bed.”<br> <br>She still kept silent.<br> <br>“By the way, lets pass by Auntie Mia’s later. I promised that I would pass by when I had the time.” He says over his shoulder while walking back to the room.<br> <br>“I cant join you. I have a meeting later in Makati.” She says.<br> <br>“Lets visit when you finish. Aunt Mia misses you too.”<br> <br>She was about to respond when he shut the door to the room.<br> <br>She finished her cigarette and put it out on the sink, then went to do the millions of mundane chores that she had to do during the weekends.<br> <br>It was two in the afternoon when she was able to finish her chores. She had done her laundry, mopped the floors, cooked lunch, vacuumed the carpet, and changed the curtains and dinning table’s cover. Vacuuming the carpet lifted up her spirits just a little because she knew that the noise annoyed him.<br> <br>When she went back to her room, she saw that he was still sleeping and snoring soundly. So she tiptoed on the carpeted floor and stood beside him; bent down and pinched his nose shut. His mouth opened and that’s where he started breathing. She covered his mouth with her other hand on the hopes of waking him up. She had to laugh out loud because when she covered his mouth it seemed like his ears started squeaking. He was still asleep after she laughed her heart out, so she shook him awake and told him to eat lunch so that they could get a move on.<br> <br>After her meeting in Makati, (which really ticked her off just a bit. Imagine going to the office on a weekend AND her day off) they headed to Parañaque to visit Japeth’s Aunt Mia.<br> <br>It was Aunt Mia who opened the door. Upon seeing her and Jap, she gave him a tigh warm hug and then turned to her. His Aunt placed her long fingered hands on her shoulders, drew her in and hugged her too. “Now everything is alright.” His aunt said softly.<br> <br>His aunt led them into the dining room. Her soft soled shoes padded quietly on the marble tile covered floor, while Jap’s and her sneakers squeaked loudly on the floor.<br> <br>As the usual with relatives, his aunt asked if why they weren’t married yet, with the usual spiel of <em>‘you both aren’t getting any younger, you’re both financially viable, you’re not bad looking.. blah blah blah…’</em> They both just shook their head and grinned. Aunt Mia never could understand that they were just bestfriends. <br> <br>On their way home, he asked her again…<br> <br>“Why aren’t you my girlfriend anyway?”<br> <br>“I’m not your girlfriend because its pretty gross to think that we’ve been friends since we were kids and it seems very incestuous if we did end up in a relationship together.”<br> <br>“But we have chemistry…”<br> <br>“I don’t care if we have chemistry or algebra or biology - ” she wasn’t able to complete her statement because she was laughing pretty hard.<br> <br>He stuck his tongue out at her and gave her a funny face.<br> <br>She was still giggling when she said “You always ask me that question whenever we meet your relatives… mine too…”<br> <br>“Because I keep on wondering maybe we are for each other,” he says a little quietly.<br> <br>“Look,” she says, “lets just make a deal, if by 40 and we’re still single or otherwise unattached, then that’s the time we think things over.”<br> <br>She saw his beautiful brown eyes crinkle at the corners and get that mischievous glint. <br> <br>“But I want to have kids!” he says with a laugh lurking in his voice.<br> <br>“We can always adopt.”<br> <br>“You know what, nevermind this redundant conversation. Lets just go get a drink. You’ve been sober since June.” He says while chuckling. “You’re just too logical for my taste.”<br> <br>She smiles widely and says, “Now that’s a good idea”</font><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>Kickass Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12210616094361752707noreply@blogger.com163tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439483.post-24294953661917578032008-09-04T04:30:00.000+08:002008-09-04T08:30:56.221+08:00back in business<p><font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color="#9999ff" size="3">its been awhile since i got back online. been pretty busy with work and other stuff in my life. anyway... i'll be back to blogging sometime this week. i have a lot of things to share... hehehehe</font></p> <p><font face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color="#9999ff" size="3">all i can say right now is im just glad to be back~</font></p><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>Kickass Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12210616094361752707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439483.post-72785102414765216082008-05-05T02:44:00.000+08:002008-05-05T06:44:51.625+08:00my personality <font style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"> <strong> Your Personality is Very Rare (INTP) </strong> </font> <center> <img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100"> </center> <font color="#000000"> Your personality type is goofy, imaginative, relaxed, and brilliant.<br> <br> Only about 4% of all people have your personality, including 2% of all women and 6% of all men<br> You are Introverted, Intuitive, Thinking, and Perceiving.<br><br></font> <p id="linkbackcode"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/">http://www.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/</a></p><br> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>Kickass Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12210616094361752707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439483.post-9340373535517089692008-04-14T22:46:00.000+08:002008-04-15T02:46:40.463+08:00Pasyensya Na...<P class=MsoNormal><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"><FONT size=3><FONT color=#33cc00>Pasensya na<BR>kung hindi kita pinapansin<BR>nitong mga nakalipas na araw. <BR><BR>Pasensya na<BR>kung d kita tinitingnan man lang<BR>pag nagkakasalubong tayo sa daan. <BR><BR>Pasensya na <BR>kung parang kaluluwa ang kaharap ko <BR>sa tuwing nagkakatapat tayo. <BR><BR>Pasensya na <BR>kung hindi ko natupad ang pangako ko<BR>na manatiling kaibigan mo <BR>sa habang buhay. <BR><BR>Hindi ko kasi inakala<BR>na magiging ganito kasakit, <BR>ang makita kayong magkasama muli. <BR><BR><STRONG><EM>Pasensya na <BR>kung tila binasura ko na <BR>ang lahat ng ala-ala nating dalawa.</EM></STRONG> <BR><BR><STRONG><EM>Pasensya na <BR>kung wala na akong ginagawa <BR>para masagip pa<BR>ang ating pinagsamahan. <BR></EM></STRONG><BR>Pasensya na talaga. <BR><BR><STRONG><EM>Yan lang kasi <BR>ang paraan na alam ko<BR>upang makalimutan ka na<BR>ng tuluyan.</EM></STRONG><BR><BR>sa susunod na magkasalubong tayo<BR>dedmahin mo nalang ako<BR>parang hangin na dumaan<BR>na walang naging silbi,<BR>walang naging saysay,<BR>at d naging bahagi<BR>ng buhay mo.<BR><BR><STRONG><EM>at kung sa susunod pang muli <BR>na magkita tayo<BR>ay kinakausap na kita<BR>at nakakangiti na ako sayo<BR>at nakakatingin na ako <BR>sa mga mata mo<BR>at wala ka nang nakikitang bakas ng luha<BR>sa mga mata ko..<BR>asahan mong<BR>nakalimutan na kita<BR>at naibaon ko na<BR>ang lahat ng ating ala-ala<BR>nakatarangka na sa baul<BR>na di na muling bubuksan pa.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></EM></STRONG></FONT></FONT></FONT></SPAN></P><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>Kickass Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12210616094361752707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439483.post-24668887027145433562008-04-14T19:09:00.000+08:002008-04-14T23:09:59.687+08:00What is friendship?<P><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc9933 size=3>friendship for me is taking extra special care of people that aren't part of your immediate family.</FONT></P> <P><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc9933 size=3>im just pretty sad now coz i know i may have been pretty heavy handed with my being a mother hen, but if you dont like it, then why not just say it up front. dont snipe behind my back.</FONT></P> <P><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc9933 size=3>my heart is a little bruised right now because people make me feel bad about me caring about them. i admit that i am a little heavy handed about it... but please, if you really dont appreciate it, then say it to my face. <IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png"></FONT></P> <P><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc9933 size=3>thank you.</FONT></P><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>Kickass Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12210616094361752707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439483.post-29676691988114126332008-03-31T05:25:00.000+08:002008-03-31T09:25:10.881+08:00hiding inside myself <div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><font size="3"><span style="font-style: italic;">“Honorable retreats are no ways inferior to brave charges, as having less fortune, more of discipline, and as much valor.”</span><br></font></div><font style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">-William Orville Douglas-</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"></font><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><font size="3"><br><br>a lot of shiite has happened in the past few days. i am battered, bruised and very hurt. i guess i never learn. be too nice, you get abused. be strict then you're a bad guy. its very tricky to find the middle ground. i am tired. my heart is tired of caring (for now)<br><br>people say that i care too much about what goes on around me. that i have a messiah complex. that i worry too much. why shouldn't i? they're my friends and family too. aren't you supposed to love and care and worry about them? i never get this part right. some say i play the martyr. some of you say i just love misery. maybe you're right. maybe you're wrong. right now i just want to hide in the deepest recesses of the dark and stay there till i am healed. <br><br>so while i heal myself, i am going back up my tower. i have fortified the castle walls; pulled the drawbridge up and closed all the boltholes to the keep as well. do not expect me to answer your calls or your text messages. i just need time for myself... so that i can take the next round of beating that life administers.<br><br>... oh yeah ... Finn's dad, thank you for remembering that i am afraid of the dark. you surprised me there yesterday... <br></font> </div> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>Kickass Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12210616094361752707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439483.post-45856342740880529092008-03-28T23:03:00.000+08:002008-03-29T03:03:27.280+08:00This is Who I Am...<B> <P><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3><a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx">http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx</a></FONT></P> <P><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>Your view on yourself:</FONT></P></B> <P><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties. </FONT></P><B> <P><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:</FONT></P></B> <P><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true. </FONT></P><B> <P><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>Your readiness to commit to a relationship:</FONT></P></B> <P><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person. </FONT></P><B> <P><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>The seriousness of your love:</FONT></P></B> <P><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with? </FONT></P><B> <P><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>Your views on education</FONT></P></B> <P><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can. </FONT></P><B> <P><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>The right job for you:</FONT></P></B> <P><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success. </FONT></P><B> <P><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>How do you view success:</FONT></P></B> <P><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous. </FONT></P><B> <P><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>What are you most afraid of:</FONT></P></B> <P><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel. </FONT></P><B> <P><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>Who is your true self:</FONT></P></B> <P><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long. </FONT></P><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>Kickass Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12210616094361752707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439483.post-26961612594909724442008-03-19T17:02:00.000+08:002008-03-19T21:02:01.670+08:00reveries of nothing<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>She stood by the window, a cup of coffee warming her chilled hands. She once again woke with a sob trapped in her throat. Her caramel colored eyes looked but never saw, they looked big and bruised on her pale skinned face. </FONT></P></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3> </FONT></o:p></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>A tear slowly slid down one cheek.</FONT></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3> </FONT></o:p></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>Her mother was pushing her back to being nothing. Her dreams that she worked hard to achieve taunted her.</FONT></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3> </FONT></o:p></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>People perceived her as a strong independent lady, little did they know that the reason why she did all of those things was because she was deathly afraid of being nothing to no one. A hard lesson learned from childhood.</FONT></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3> </FONT></o:p></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>She remembered. Scenes from the past flashed in her mind like a montage.</FONT></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3> </FONT></o:p></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"><FONT size=3><FONT color=#cc33cc>“You are just like your father; wanderlust so deep that you can’t seem to hold on to anything. You start something but you never know how to finish it. Always looking for the sunrise you haven’t seen. Always wanting more. Always looking for the next adventure. Never content with what is already there...”<o:p></o:p></FONT></FONT></FONT></I></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><o:p><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3> </FONT></o:p></I></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"><FONT size=3><FONT color=#cc33cc>“But I chose you over Dad.”<o:p></o:p></FONT></FONT></FONT></I></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><o:p><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3> </FONT></o:p></I></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"><FONT size=3><FONT color=#cc33cc>“The reason why you chose me is because we both know that you are selfish and jealous. Your father rarely takes his eyes off that woman. If you stayed with me, he would focus on you and only you in this godforsaken family. Your brothers never loved your father. Only you and I did, but this is what we get in return. You and I both know that. You will never amount to anything. You are never good enough… will NEVER be good enough. You are your father’s daughter. ”<o:p></o:p></FONT></FONT></FONT></I></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><o:p><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3> </FONT></o:p></I></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>Her reverie was broken when she heard her mobile phone chirping. She wiped at the lone tear that left a trail down her cheek and picked up her mobile phone.</FONT></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3> </FONT></o:p></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>It was Finn.</FONT></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3> </FONT></o:p></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"><FONT size=3><FONT color=#cc33cc>Tagal mo naman gumising.<o:p></o:p></FONT></FONT></FONT></I></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3> </FONT></o:p></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>A smile teased the corners of her mouth. She shot him back an SMS.</FONT></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"><FONT color=#cc33cc size=3><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"></I></FONT></FONT> </P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"><FONT size=3><FONT color=#cc33cc><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Kanina pa po ako gising. Nagkakape lang. </I>Breakfast<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"> ka na po?</I></FONT></FONT></FONT></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3> </FONT></o:p></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>While waiting for Finn to respond, she sits on her bed and turns on her laptop. As soon as she logged on to the internet her MSN Messenger pops up with a message from Finn.</FONT></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3> </FONT></o:p></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"><FONT size=3><FONT color=#cc33cc>Oi.<o:p></o:p></FONT></FONT></FONT></I></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><o:p><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3> </FONT></o:p></I></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>She replies back.</FONT></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3> </FONT></o:p></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"><FONT size=3><FONT color=#cc33cc>Weh.<o:p></o:p></FONT></FONT></FONT></I></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><o:p><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3> </FONT></o:p></I></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>She laughs for the first time that day. They would always start the conversation in that way. He reminded her of the man from her yesterday. They were both kind and smart men. They made her laugh. They made her day. The only difference was that she and Finn were friends. Good friends.</FONT></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3> </FONT></o:p></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"><FONT size=3><FONT color=#cc33cc><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Oi. Biarbi. </I>Meeting<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"> daw kami. Ttyl.<o:p></o:p></I></FONT></FONT></FONT></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><o:p><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3> </FONT></o:p></I></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>Left alone in cyberspace, she decided to browse through her picture files. Savoring memories of days passed.</FONT></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3> </FONT></o:p></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>Rifling through her files, she saw a picture of them together. Laughing. Teasing. Individual pictures. Pictures with their friends. A picture of him and his bestfriend. Remembered the last conversation that they had before he went back abroad and disappeared from her life again.</FONT></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3> </FONT></o:p></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>They were in Starbucks. The one in Malate.</FONT></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3> </FONT></o:p></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>He just finished taking a drag from his lit cigarette. “I do that – spoil things. I don’t do it on purpose. I don’t like hurting you on purpose. I don’t have the words like you do. I don’t have them, the kind you say to me – or even think, and I see you thinking them and it – my heart just stops. Most of our friends think I’m a selfish, self centered bastard.” </FONT></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3> </FONT></o:p></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>“Do you think loving you to excess is easy for me? I love you but we’re just supposed to be friends. I’m dealing with it. It’s my problem. I’m not forcing you into a relationship…” she says a little too quietly.</FONT></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3> </FONT></o:p></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>“No you aren’t. I think it should be impossible, don’t get mad... Not yet. Let me finish.”</FONT></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3> </FONT></o:p></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>“Then make it good. Because I am so damn sick of having to justify my feelings to the person who owns them.” She says irritably.</FONT></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3> </FONT></o:p></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>“I can’t keep my balance. I get it and I cruise along for awhile, realizing this is who I am now, who we are now. And then sometimes, I just look at you and stumble. And I can’t get my breath because all these feelings just rear up and grab me by the throat. I don’t know what to do about it. How to handle it. I think: “I’ve known her for less than a year. Been friends with her for less than a year and there are times that she walks into the room and stops my heart.”</FONT></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3> </FONT></o:p></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>He took a breath and mashes his face wearily on his palms.</FONT></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3> </FONT></o:p></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. In my life. You’re what matters most. But right now I am scared of ruining this for you. For us. I’m not ready for a commitment yet. Please try to understand.”</FONT></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3> </FONT></o:p></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>Bittersweet. She wanted to be a cynic. She wanted to be jaded. She wanted to think <I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">“yeah right… you just like me because I buy you things. Because I lavish attention on you…”</I> but she couldn’t. She wasn’t built that way.</FONT></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3> </FONT></o:p></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>She loved and lived with passion because she knew that life is too short for niceties. When you fly high, you hit the ground harder than most. She took risks that “normal” people wouldn’t take because she didn’t want to live her life with regrets and what-ifs. Something that her mother or family and some friends couldn’t understand. They think her stupid for that. </FONT></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3> </FONT></o:p></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>They never understood her.</FONT></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3> </FONT></o:p></P> <P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc size=3>She wasn’t NOTHING.</FONT></P><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>Kickass Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12210616094361752707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439483.post-10878324053133560682008-03-04T10:02:00.000+08:002008-03-04T15:02:54.868+08:00Photo Essay swiped from Marky<font style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"></span></font><font style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" color="#ccccff" size="3">- answer the questions below<br>- do a google image search with your answer</font><font style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"></font><font style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" color="#ccccff" size="3">- take a picture from the first page of results</font><font style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"></font><font style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" color="#ccccff" size="3">- don't copy the answers of the person who posted this be</font><font style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"></span></font><font style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" color="#ccccff" size="3">fore you</font><font style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">1. the age you'll be on your next birthday</span><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"><img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://mvny.org/images/places/space-26.jpg" border="0"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">2. a place you'd like to travel<br></span><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">Amanpulo</span><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"><img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://www.seasonsinstyle.com/hotelimages/hotel_315_1275.jpg" border="0"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">3. your favorite place<br><br>beside my friends ^_^</span><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"><img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://keshiaskeepsakes.net/ConfessionsBlog/bestfriends.jpg" border="0"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"></span></font><font style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" size="3"><a href="http://purpleheadd.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R8wr0AoKCDQAAA-voO81">4. your favorite food</a><br></font><font style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"></font><font style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" size="3">PESTO</font><font style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"><img style="width: 395px; height: 296px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://www.vanesscipes.com/wp-content/uploads/images/Cilantro_Pesto.jpg" border="0"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">5. your favorite animal<br></span><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">baby penguin!!<br> </span><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"><img style="width: 301px; height: 403px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://penguins.servehttp.com/img/pics/Baby%20penguin.jpg" border="0"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"><br></span><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">6. your favorite color</span><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">lavender / moss green</span><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"><img style="width: 326px; height: 231px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://www.emporiumnaturals.com/images/lavender62.jpg" border="0"><img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://www.definingelegance.com/media/Signoria/Madison/madison-003-moss-green-espresso_La.jpg" border="0"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">7. first name of your significant other or crush</span><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"></span><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br>secret na nga lang... hahahahaha!<br></span><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"></font><font style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" color="#ccccff" size="3">8. the town in which you live in:</font><font style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"></span></font><font style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" color="#ccccff" size="3"><br>Manila</font><font style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"></font><font style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" color="#ccccff" size="3"> </font><font style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"><img style="width: 430px; height: 312px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://www3.nationalgeographic.com/places/images/photos/photo_lg_manila.jpg" border="0"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"></font><font style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" color="#ccccff" size="3">10. your first job<br></font><font style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"></font><font style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" color="#ccccff" size="3">sold mobile phones<br></font><font style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"><img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://www.mrgadget.com.au/catalog/images/o2_xda_zinc_pda.gif" border="0"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"><br></span></font><font style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" size="3">11. a bad habit you have:<br><br><br></font><font style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"><img style="width: 324px; height: 248px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://commentisfree.guardian.co.uk/smoking.jpg" border="0"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"></font><font style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" color="#ccccff" size="3">12. your worst fear<br><br>to be buried alive...<br><br></font><font style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"><img style="width: 303px; height: 446px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://www.horror-movies.ca/AdvHTML_Upload/buried-alive.jpg" border="0"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"></font> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>Kickass Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12210616094361752707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439483.post-5451815821305397672008-03-04T09:06:00.000+08:002008-03-04T14:06:32.039+08:00melancholy<font style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">she needed to take a break.</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">her heart. her mind. her body.</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">the trouble with her is that people are used to her being happy. little do they know, there are days that her happiness is just a front. right now, she knew that she wasnt naturally happy... that underneath that surging hyperactive energy, her body, her mind and her heart was a mass of desperate fatigue.</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">she opens her eyes to another day. the sadness clawing at her throat like razorblades. making them it tight and painful to swallow. she needed a good cry, but for some strange reason, the tears never seemed to flow.</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">she picks up her mobile phone and saw that Finn sent her a message. "zzzz... you still sleeping? wake up. im eating cheese combos. i'll feed you"</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">Finn was one of the few people that made her truly happy. so she replies "miss me already? we were just talking early this morning."</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">even though she was still heartsore, she gets up from bed, pads barefoot to the kitchen and brews her coffee.</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">she goes back to her room and sits by the window, like a cat during ancient times, she perched on her window seat and watched the people on the road scrabbling like ants. hitherto and hitherfro.</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">she tells herself, its no time to be blue. Finn needs you. so she takes a larger sip from her coffee cup and braces herself for the coming day.</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"></font> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>Kickass Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12210616094361752707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439483.post-33462328601994169192008-02-20T21:16:00.000+08:002008-02-21T02:16:59.173+08:00First memory of Me...<P><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#999900 size=3>just swiped this from Mr. Wang's blog...</FONT></P> <P><FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#999900 size=3>so what IS your first memory of me...</FONT> <IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"></P><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>Kickass Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12210616094361752707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439483.post-57930605490806917372008-01-27T21:53:00.000+08:002008-01-28T03:43:19.160+08:00the perfect fit<span class="insertedphoto"></span><font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">it was 2am and she was on her way to the far away city of Parañaque to visit one of her favorite people. upon reaching the subdivision's imposing gates, she saw his car parked by the guard house. the night watchman recognized her face as she was a semi-permanent resident in this subdivision.</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">she coasted her car alongside his and asked him what he was doing there. he said that he was waiting for her to arrive. she told him that he need not have dont that since she has been coming and going to this location for more than a decade. he smiled at her and said that he just wanted to be there.</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"></font><span class="insertedphoto"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">they both drove over to Jericho street. Their wall was on a vacant lot on that street. after parking their respective vehicles, they headed off to their spot. she got there first, since he was lugging a smallish coleman ice chest. when he reached the top of the wall, she was already lighting up a cigarette.</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">she took a deep drag from the cigarette and inhaled deeply. the nicotine rushing through her veins gave a combination of a hyped up lassitude. they sat there in silence for a couple of mi</span></font><span class="insertedphoto"></span><font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">nutes. she, waiting for him to tell her what was on his mind and he, waiting for her to ask.</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">she took a last drag on the cigarette and flicked the butt to the ground and started to paw through the coleman. she found sandwiches, 3 bags of chips, a couple of cans of beer and a half full bottle of vodka. she took out a can of beer and a bag of chips. after taking a swig from the beer can, they both spoke up.</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">"so whats up?"</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">they laughed.</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">she gestured to him so that he could go first. he looked up to the sky and started to tell her that he was feeling blue lately. feeli</span></font><span class="insertedphoto"></span><font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">ng old. feeling unwanted. feeling lonely. feeling unloved.</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">she sighed and then laughed. she told him that all human beings would feel that way at least at one point in their lives. she told him that he was just feeling that way because he hasnt gotten over the whole maia issue. they dissected a lot more other things that have happened in their lives and the discussion went on and on and on... as they way it usually was when they were together.</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">at one point they were laughing so hard because they were reminiscing about their junior-senior prom. while laughing, out of the blue, he goes and asks her... "why dont you want me as your boyfriend? i know that we do have good chemistry."</span></font><span class="insertedphoto"></span><font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">she felt her face heat up with a blush as she remembers the kiss that they shared before. her face sobers up. she went quiet for awhile and then answered.</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">"well... i know that we do have good chemistry. i also feel that if we do have sex, it will be so good that after we do it, people within a 15 mile radius would need a cigarette. however, its not a wise thing to do. we have been friends since we were kids and i love being around you. i love having you as a friend. the little idiosyncracies that you find endearing, would </span></font><span class="insertedphoto"></span><font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">piss you off if we become a couple. i know its not for me to decide but i know deep down its the same thing that you'd day. youre just in a funk right now. you feel lonely. i do too. its just that this is something that we should not tou</span></font><span class="insertedphoto"><a href="http://kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R5zeuAoKCsoAAHl6uzA1"><img class="alignright" src="http://images.kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R5zeuAoKCsoAAHl6uzA1/12072007%28017%29.jpg?et=cAacb7u80smdIGZYcrH%2Bgg&nmid=" border="0"></a></span><font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">ch, taste or even think about. its a little inscestuous..." she was giggling when she said the last sentence. </span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">he pondered for awhile about what she said and decided yes. she maybe right about this. so he reached out and took her left hand in</span></font><span class="insertedphoto"></span><font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"> his right, smiled at her and said, "you always make me feel that everything is alright with the world. everything seems easier when youre around."</span></font><span class="insertedphoto"></span><font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"></span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">"one is always glad to be of service." she says, while tightening her fingers around his.</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">together they sat there. their fingers meshed. happily watching the sun interrupt the moon.</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"></font><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>Kickass Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12210616094361752707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439483.post-73400512292686871892008-01-23T02:18:00.000+08:002008-01-23T08:07:52.775+08:00Sunrise @ Shaw <font style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"><a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/R5Z0zgoKCsoAAG@vT8s1"><img class="alignleft" src="http://images.kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R5Z0zgoKCsoAAG@vT8s1/fc880b04.jpg?et=wFPi5W8K5i0XHag2F6KJvw&nmid=&nmid=78769247" border="0"></a>Life has been extraordinarily beautiful for me. I have wonderful friends, a loving family and a fantastic career. I couldnt ask for more.<br><br>Im a perennially happy person... Being happy is something that im good at. I guess its because im pretty blessed.<br><br>The past few weeks have been absolutely fun. Every time i drive home i get to see the sun rise and it fills me with peace, knowing that i get to live another day. A day filled with laughter and love.<br><br>As i drove home today, i really couldnt help myself i stopped the car at the top of the nagtahan bridge, turned on the hazard lights and just waited for the sky to lighten. i gazed up in wonder as the velvet sky got painted in shades of magenta, vivid orange, then gold. When the sky turned a crystal clear blue, i continued my drive home. <br><br>i actually caused a minor traffic jam.. but hey.. walang basagan ng trip. hahahaah! <br><br>i love MY life...<br><br>i am glad to get to live a day more...<br><br>good morning sa lahat~<br></span></font> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>Kickass Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12210616094361752707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439483.post-50253544659328455392008-01-08T23:30:00.000+08:002008-01-09T04:30:41.503+08:00The Pianist <font style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">strains of "gone" by jim chappel were wafting through the house. after plunking down the last few notes of the song, her small yet graceful fingers stopped moving on the ivory keys. just as she was starting to play the song "rendezvous" by jim brickman, her father walks into the room.</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">he sits beside her and puts his arms around her shoulders.</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">"bad day at the office </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">anak?"<br><br></span><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">she shakes her head.</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">"so whats wrong? it must have been a really bad day because you usually go to the firing range with Howie when you feel ticked off." </span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">"nothing dad. i just felt like playing. it has been awhile since i tickled keys and when i got here earlier, you weren't here. so i just went straight to the music room."</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">her father kisses her on the cheek and then takes her hand.</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">"</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">anak, </span><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">did you ever notice that we have the same hands?" her father says while holding her hands in his.</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">she looks down and nods. "yeah, ive been telling you that before. i also have your eyes and your stubborn streak and the talent to drink lots and lots of alcohol without getting drunk and mumphon..." the last few words came out muffled because her father had placed his hand on her mouth and when her father lifted his hand from her mouth they both started laughing.</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">that was one thing that she loved the most about her father. they were the best of friends. she looked at their hands once more. </span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">"Dad, you think im ever going to be good enough for someone?"</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">she heard her father sigh and then say... "</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">Anak, </span><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">you're good enough for 90% of the people in this country. </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">Pero </span><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">the catch there is, are you the </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">RIGHT </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"></span><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">one for them. O sya, i got to go and have the car fixed, want to join me?"</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">she shakes her head, "thanks dad. i'll be leaving </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">na din naman</span><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"> i just want to finish something."</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">as her father leaves the room, she turns back to the keys. she slowly places her hands back on them and once more takes a look at her hands. she smiles. no one in her circle of friends knew that she played the piano. while she played "crossroads" by jim brickman, she pondered about what her father had told her.</span><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><br style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"></span></font> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>Kickass Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12210616094361752707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439483.post-69464176039775042292008-01-03T12:59:00.000+08:002008-01-03T17:59:20.430+08:00anger management<font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" size="3"><a rel="nofollow" style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" href="/photos/hi-res/upload/R3yrZgoKCsoAADcSRYs1"><a rel="nofollow" href="/photos/hi-res/upload/R3yrjgoKCsoAADtOd8U1"><a rel="nofollow" href="/photos/hi-res/upload/R3ysXgoKCsoAAE93qHc1"><a rel="nofollow" href="/photos/hi-res/upload/R3ysrAoKCsoAAFrH-pg1"><span class="insertedphoto"></span></a><span class="insertedphoto"><a rel="nofollow" href="/photos/hi-res/upload/R3ysrAoKCsoAAFrH-pg1"><img style="width: 202px; height: 151px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R3ysrAoKCsoAAFrH-pg1/nuyir2.jpg?et=0AbT6%2BKzN7fUGzDWRmD2Eg&nmid=" border="0"></a></span></a><span class="insertedphoto"></span><span class="insertedphoto"></span></a><span class="insertedphoto"></span></a><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto">last night was my first day at the new job. so far so good. people there seemed decent enough. however, one simple thing kinda ruined my night though, people who dont mind their own beeswax. so after work, i went home and called one of my best friends (Howie) and asked him if we could head off to PB</span><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"> Dionisio's and get off a few rounds. he goes and</span></font><font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" size="3"><a style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" href="http://kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R3yv1AoKCsoAADCiBAU1"><img style="width: 191px; height: 144px;" class="alignright" src="http://images.kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R3yv1AoKCsoAADCiBAU1/nuyir.jpg?et=Eeote7ncCvizrM0hu4ZUAw&nmid=" border="0"></a></font><font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"> picks me up and we headed off to P.B's. </span></font><font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"> pictures</span></font><font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"> posted were take</span></font><font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto">n at home after</span></font><font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" size="3"><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"> de-stressing. hahahaha... OA naman ako sa pa-cute i know. wala lang, just got pretty happy that i got time to spend time with a good good friend and got to get rid of some anger and stress too by using a gun. extermination with extreme prejudice. hahahaha!! <br><br>G'day! <img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"></span><span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" class="insertedphoto"></span><br><a style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" href="http://kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R3yrjgoKCsoAADtOd8U1"><span class="insertedphoto"></span></a></font> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>Kickass Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12210616094361752707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439483.post-74826180618017529552008-01-02T08:48:00.000+08:002008-01-02T13:53:24.439+08:002007 was a BLAST!!!<div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span class="insertedphoto" style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/7/6"><img style="width: 329px; height: 246px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/image/5/photos/7/300x300/6/CIMG1780.JPG?et=HwaSFWwdp8DZ8zagYpwtqw&nmid=25757801" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />is it so small a thing<br />to have enjoy'd the sun,<br />to have lived light in the spring,<br />to have loved, to have thought, to have done;<br />to have advanced true friends, and beat<br />down baffling foes....?<br /><br />-Matthew Arnold-<br /></span></div> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" ><br />i lead a wonderfu</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" >lly beautiful and blessed life and for 2007 it was no diff</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" >e</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" >rent. here's a recap:</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" ><br /><span class="insertedphoto"><a href="http://kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R3ryIQoKCsoAAEg6qIE1"><img style="width: 115px; height: 87px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R3ryIQoKCsoAAEg6qIE1/john.JPG?et=Dz2PB4VurFnJwqGbmHEZIQ&nmid=" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">J</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">anuary: </span>got a promotion in XBOX. which started the year right. my sweetie and i spent quality time together.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" > talked</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" > alot ove</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" >r the phone and over YM. was pretty sad</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" > too because Dodie (my super cutie bessy.. one of the f</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" >our bessies) changed companies and he is so far far away in HSBC alabang. this</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" > is when i kinda got talking to an old PExe</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" >r (and yes, when i sa</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" >y old i mean OLD OLD and old na matagal nang kasama) maxie!!! </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">February</span> : not much happened on this month. except that</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" > Drey (darnstuff, a co-PExer) kept making ku</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" >lit that we should meet up since it had been ages</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" > since we last saw each other. at the end of the month i finally relented and met up with them on the first day of March.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" ><span class="insertedphoto"><a href="http://kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R3r-5AoKCsoAAE4hfHw1"><img style="width: 85px; height: 114px;" class="alignright" src="http://images.kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R3r-5AoKCsoAAE4hfHw1/maxie.jpg?et=TY7GbXUcIcQmjwbIWKRspg&nmid=" border="0" /></a></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">March: </span></span>met up with the Drey and NSGickers. had super fun. first time</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" > in a long while that i was able to go out with friends</span><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" > b</span><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" >ecause of w</span><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" >ork and studies</span><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" >. got introduced to other PExers. (<span style="font-style: italic;">march 9</span>: met aileen... yihee!!) <span style="font-style: italic;">march 30</span>: graduated from law school/masters and met up with Maxie at Starbucks ELJCC. (syempre</span><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" > monologue mode ako kasi nag d-drama si maxie... hahahah!</span><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" >! yihee maxie.. haha</span><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" >hahaha!!!) 300 wa</span><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" >s also released (March 11) an</span><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" >d it was such a kickass movie.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span class="insertedphoto"><a href="http://kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/6/12"><img style="width: 126px; height: 94px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/image/6/photos/6/300x300/12/J.jpg?et=5dtrLTEDReBtJEyr3nH5EQ&nmid=25030730" border="0" /></a></span></span><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">April: </span>the usual. hahahaha ever since drey got </span><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" >me out of my hiding place, i</span><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" >t was kinda hard</span><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" > to stop meeting new</span><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" > people. so april 13 (a friday the 13th) went to Starbucks People Support to meet up</span><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" > with some PExers. met Huck, Ailee</span><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" >n, Ally and Andy. we hu</span><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" >ng out at Croc </span><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" >Grille and kinda drank ourselves into a stupor. hahahaha almost fell down the escalator at </span><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" >Greenbelt 3 too! hahahaha... the 17th of april was my</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;" href="http://kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/8/18"><img style="width: 139px; height: 104px;" class="alignright" src="http://images.kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/image/11/photos/8/300x300/18/CIMG1835.JPG?et=5t,qm5+57VpvII0EZRTq8A&nmid=25761953" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" > anniversary. well.. it was mine and Dodie's anniversary. One year as bessies!!</span><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" > weeee~ th</span><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" >is month also was the catalyst for gimmicks </span><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" >with my PEx family. Andy,</span><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" > Juriele, Mimi, Jesse and I spen</span><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" >t the night at Laiy</span><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" >a, Batangas. (kila Lola Tecla) hahahaha!!! (april 24) on our way home we even got sooo lost. on our way to tagaytay we ended up in Quezon. hahahaha!! golly gee...<br /></span> <span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">May: </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">moseys a</span></span><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">long wi</span></span><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">th me obsessing. hahahaha! at this point my sweeti</span></span><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">e John kinda got eaten alive by work so we werent talking much.rediscovered a few things.. like my love for rilke... </span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br />You, darkness, that I come from</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" >I love you more than all the fires<br />that fence in the world,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >for the fire makes a circle </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >of light for everyone<br />and then no one outside learns of you.<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >Bu</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >t the darkness pulls in everything-<br />shapes and fires, animals and myself,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >how easily it gathers them! -<br />powers and people-</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >and it is possible a great presence is moving near me.<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >I have faith in nights.<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" >this month also came in with bad tidings. two of my dearest, most loved friends passed away in a vehicular accident.<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" class="insertedphoto" ><a href="http://kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/16/28"><img style="width: 133px; height: 100px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/image/8/photos/16/300x300/28/IMGP0004.JPG?et=Oo2ZBoDA02Q9fAEGgaEWMw&nmid=42852810" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" >ou</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" >r beloved frie</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" >nd from the U.S came back home for his school vacation. Tsak! uber Tsak! we spent the evenin</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" >gs at Starbucks People Support. waiting for aileen and andy to come</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" > out and play. had tons of fun drinking and</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" > singing too!!</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">June: </span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" >Time does fly when you're having too much fun.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" > after spending most</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" > of May either drunk or hyped up with caffein</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >e here at the Metro, we the</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" > kaladkarins decided to take it out of</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" class="insertedphoto" ><a href="http://kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/24/5"><img style="width: 134px; height: 100px;" class="alignright" src="http://images.kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/image/2/photos/24/300x300/5/IMG_0161.jpg?et=2EUWHmfrtKiqqobJdQkB+w&nmid=46831417" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" > town... so once more we hauled our nice smelling and very</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" > very cute bodies over to Laiya, Batangas (Coco Grove naman) was als</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >o waxing a lot of poetics during this time... at para kanino naman aber? edi para sa kanya. hahah</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >ahaha... this was</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" > also the time where i left XBOX. it was sad for me since Microsoft was a fun company to work with. however if management doesnt actually know how to </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >value their people, i might as well leave the</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" > company and look for one that does. so June 22 came and from this point, i was a rich jobless bum. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;" href="http://kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/32/49"><img style="width: 235px; height: 175px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/image/9/photos/32/300x300/49/DSC04626.JPG?et=FVwKXrVOYHgHxn3fJKHXbQ&nmid=55115058" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">July:</span></span> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >m</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >y favorite month!!! why? its because its my birthmonth! this year was utterly fab fab fab because it</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" > was 07.07.07.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br />spent my 25th birthd</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >ay with the beaut</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >iful people. we went to antipolo and sung, drank and swum to our hearts c</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >ontent.<br /><br />as an added treat, i</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" > vacationed in singapore</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;" href="http://kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/30/22"><img style="width: 131px; height: 98px;" class="alignright" src="http://images.kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/image/2/photos/30/300x300/22/Merli0n%20park.jpg?et=njEA6o3wGyHk9+v57fdM,A&nmid=53452915" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" > for a month. arrived July 21. spent it with cool cool friends. this </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >wa</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >s also the time where i was able to catch up some</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" > reading. read l</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >ots and </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >lots of books by various authors, Vikram Chandra, Carlo Luis Zafon, Milan Kundera, Ben Hills and</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" > Paolo Coelho.<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >i felt very loved by friends because even if i was in another country we never failed</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" > to "meet up" from 10am - 1pm. we had our daily video conference... or vonfe. <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;" href="http://kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/34/1"><img style="width: 170px; height: 127px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/image/8/photos/34/300x300/1/DSC00143.jpg?et=yFumMKLh0vmPDvn9X0d93w&nmid=56982985" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">August: </span>found a new job in Cubao. made some new friends...<br /><br />Japeth pops back up in my life... sin</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >ce there was a <span style="font-style: italic;">disturbance </span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">in the force.</span> we kinda mucked about with friendship and the thin grey li</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >nes that surround it. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;" href="http://kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/7/6"><span class="insertedphoto"><img style="width: 97px; height: 139px;" class="alignright" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n44/n220417.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br />this month held two of my saddest goodbyes. the first one was to the Harry Potter series. i finished reading the last book in the 7 part series. the second saddest goodbye was to a friend. he never saw me as one. so it was sad f</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >or me since... well... since. hahahaha.. hanggang dun na lang.<br /><br />wonders of all wonders. when a door closes, a window opens. when i s</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >aid goodbye to a friend, i said hello to a familiar face. John resurfaced from the muck that he calls his life (workaholic animal this John...hahahaha) so we just picked up where we left off.<br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />September:</span> this was one of the weirdest months in my year. flew to Sg to do nothing. had a fight with japeth. saw the Green Archers take the 2007 Men's Basketball Championship away f</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >rom the then undefeated UE Warriors. met up with PExers. met Dale and Glen. spent my days with japeth. spin. rinse. repeat.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;" href="http://kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/45/1"><img style="width: 176px; height: 134px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/image/7/photos/45/300x300/1/pretty%20girls.jpg?et=YVjJ6Y0xQK+9QWjQdDzYnw&nmid=64509649" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">October/</span></span></span><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">November: </span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >spent half of it locked up in my tower. was really really pissed off at humanity in general and friends to be specific. got in</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >to a vehicular accident too. cracked a couple of ribs. went out with my prettyful friends. and generally was focused on my work.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">December: </span>my second favorite time of the year! i lo</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >ve the Holidays. sp</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >ent</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" > more time with my friends (yihee~ alabyu</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;" href="http://kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R3si2AoKCsoAAHva7Dw1"><img style="width: 204px; height: 153px;" class="alignright" src="http://images.kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R3si2AoKCsoAAHva7Dw1/05092006%28005%29.jpg?et=TkD6WcKLcJGDyyV%2Cbeskcg&nmid=" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" > aileen!) and family. John visited Manila with his Mom. I got to meet his mom and he got to meet my pa</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >rents (in a mall take note.. :lol:) we had a super time together. he is one of the most charming men that i know. a true gentleman. (it didnt hurt either that he had this delightful British accent... think Rupert Everett) Spent Christmas with my family and then New Year's Eve with my two best buddies. Howie and Jp. We drank old people alcohol... hahahaha Johnnie Walker Blue Label and lots and lots of brandy. We three also watched the sky lit up with beautiful fireworks. i think we spent one hour on the rooftop of Howie's building awe struck with the lights that decorated the clear night sky.<br /><br />wow... pretty busy year for me... later on tonight its going to be my first day at my new office. New Job. New Year. New blessings.<br /><br />like i said. i am living a beautiful and blessed life. for that i am thankful. praying that 2008 will be the same or much more beautiful than the last year. thank you friends and family for being a wonderful and important part of my life for 2007. looking forward to sharing more and more memories with y'all.<br /><br />Happy 2008 to all of us.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" ><br />much love,<br />Jeanne<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span><br /><br /><br /></span> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;" class="multiply:no_crosspost"></p>Kickass Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12210616094361752707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439483.post-40992017846641488522007-12-24T03:44:00.000+08:002007-12-24T08:48:33.737+08:00Masaya mag Pasko sa Pilipinas<span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="insertedphoto" style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><a href="http://kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R27yfwoKCsoAAGSeSM01"><img style="width: 234px; height: 176px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R27yfwoKCsoAAGSeSM01/c%27mon259.jpg?et=MbqsO5CejfGOO2QsQ73M%2CA&nmid=" border="0" /></a></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" >Masarap talaga ang Pasko sa Pilipinas. Makukul</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" >ay na ilaw. </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" >Masasayang tugtugin. Mga batang nanga-ngaroling. Mga pulubing nagkalat sa kalye. Di mahulugang karayom na dami ng tao sa Divisoria. </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" >Lahat ng tao nasa mall para mamili ng butingting na nais nilang ibigay sa mga minamahal at mga importantent tao sa kani kanilang mga buhay. </span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" >So bakit ko pino-post itong blog na to?</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" > </span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" >Wala lang. </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" >Kasi masaya ako. Kasi Pasko nanaman dito sa bansang pinaka mamahal ko. Kasi tambay ako sa Starbucks. Kasi maganda ang gising </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" >ko. Kasi magpapasko ako kasama ng aking bestfriend. Kasi masaya yung dinner namin nung isang gabi nila Andy, Eeyan, Ipper at Eden. Kasi ang hirap kumuha ng taxi ngayon sa Makati. </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><a style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" href="http://kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R273hAoKCsoAAEudA4I1"><img style="width: 277px; height: 207px;" class="alignright" src="http://images.kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R273hAoKCsoAAEudA4I1/12212007%28002%29.jpg?et=3cKO93fi9blQh9XeIlgxdA&nmid=" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">Kasi sukang suka na ako sa Cubao. Kasi hindi ako kinikibo ni Karl. Kasi me bago ako trabaho pag pasok ng bagong taon. Kasi sweet yung mga barista sa Starbucks. </span><span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">Nagpicturan kami nung nalaman nila na matagal bago ako makakadalaw ulit sa kanila dahil nga may bago na akong trabaho at mga taga Starbucks Shangri-</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" >La na ang aabalahin ko para itimpla ang aking Double Shot grande iced Caffe Mocha. Kasi itong taon na ito ay hinding hindi ko makakalimutan. Kasi maswerte ako dahil ako ay napapaligiran ng kasiyahan mula sa aking mga kaibigan at pamilya. Kasi mabait sakin ang Diyos. </span><span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Kasi 3 stick na lang ng yosi ang niyo-yosi ko sa isang araw. Kasi matagal na akong hindi umiinom ng beer. </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Kasi maliit ang kamay ko. Kasi maganda ang tugtog sa ipod ko. Kasi hindi ko alam kung kelan masosoli sakin ni Huck yung libro at dvd at pera ko. </span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" ><a style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" href="http://kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R278dwoKCsoAADW5PYU1"><img style="width: 228px; height: 171px;" class="alignright" src="http://images.kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R278dwoKCsoAADW5PYU1/Image005.jpg?et=hv76wdS%2CitOG7cKAI1s5gg&nmid=" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">Kasi cute sobra yung bunso kong kapatid na lalaki at nag enjoy ako sa super bonding namin kahapon kahit ginawa nila akong driver ni mommy. Kasi sobrang blessed ako ngayong taon. Kasi nandito si John ngayon at sobrang saya ko dahil na meet ko na ang nanay nya at na meet na ya ang parents ko, kung yayayain lang nya ako ulit magpakasal papayag na ako. </span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">Kasi maswerte pa rin ako na kahit hindi ako magtrabaho sa ibang bansa ay nakakapag paaral ako ng kapatid, </span><span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">nakaka ipon ako ng pera at nakakapag luho ako. Kasi pwede ako pumunta sa ibang bansa kung gugustuhin ko para magbakasyon (wala nga lang akong kasama at wala rin lang akong oras masyado.. pero kayang gawan ng paraan yung oras. tamad lang ako) Kasi nakaka addik mag PEx. </span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" ><a style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" href="http://kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R278UQoKCsoAACxg-Go1"><img style="width: 236px; height: 177px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R278UQoKCsoAACxg-Go1/12232007%28006%29.jpg?et=DmvB0m5VAQuPM7bE%2B0j3EQ&nmid=" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">Kasi marami akong nakilalang kaibigan sa PEx. Kasi madaldal ako. Kasi mabilis ang aking mga daliri sa pag tipa ng mga salita para mabuo ang blog na ito.<br /><br />basta marami pa. Pero ang gusto go rin ipa-alam sa inyo na ang saya saya ko at magpapasko ako dito sa Pilipinas kasama ng aking mga kaibigan at pamilya. Salamat sa inyong lahat. Salamat sa pagiging parte ng aking buhay ngayong taon. Salamat kasi kahit me lamat ng konti ang aking pag iisip a</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">y nandyan pa rin kayo at hindi nyo ako isinusugod sa mental hospital (balita ko nakaka flip daw ang hangin dun) </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><a style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" href="http://kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R278nQoKCsoAADI3L2A1"><img style="width: 218px; height: 163px;" class="alignright" src="http://images.kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R278nQoKCsoAADI3L2A1/12232007%28007%29.jpg?et=suslHLwXZBIibYjrlH6lPA&nmid=" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Salamat kasi patuloy ang inyong pag supporta sa aking kalokohan, sa aking hindi pag review sa Bar, sa king di pag gamit ng aking MBA at sa hindi pagtanong, hindi pagtawa at hindi pag ipon ng galit sa tuwing ako ay madadapa. Salamat sa mga magulang ko at hinahayaan nyo lang akong matututo habang ako ay naglalakbay sa buhay na ito.</span> </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Salamat at hindi nyo ako pinipigilan na gawin ang aking mga gusto. Salamat sa inyong pagtitiwala na alam nyong hindi ako gagawa ng bagay na makakasama para sa kin. </span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">hay... inaantok na ako ulit.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Mamaya na lang ulit... hahahaha!</span><br /></span></span> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class="multiply:no_crosspost"></p>Kickass Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12210616094361752707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439483.post-74434057563060600382007-12-24T02:30:00.000+08:002007-12-24T08:55:38.384+08:00Half Truths and Whole Lies<span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span class="insertedphoto" style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"><a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.blogger.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R27cQQoKCsoAABhZVoE1"><img class="alignright" src="http://images.kickassbiatchgoddess.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R27cQQoKCsoAABhZVoE1/12212007%28005%29.jpg?et=bzVrcdwA5%2CaCl08zTJ%2Bl7g&nmid=" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" >"Shoulda checked the fine print hon...That blowjob did not come with a lifetime warranty..."<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">"..."</span> <span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">when she red that passage she really had to stop and laugh... and laugh out loud is what she did.</span> <span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">While laughing a tear slid down her face. The book she is currently reading is a gift from a former colleague... Grace.</span> <span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">She was touched by that gesture. There had only been 5 people who had given her books as gifts. Only three of them understood her enough to get her books that she was able to appreciate.</span> <span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">as she picked up the book again, she saw that one of her friends from Canada just logged in. </span> <span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">they talked about how to trust a person. at a certain point in the conversation, she asked him if how good is his "bullshit-o-meter" was. he said it was fairly good, however when it comes to significant other his "bullshit-o-meter" is as good as a pile of road apples. therefore he wasnt a good gauge if his "significant" or not so significant other was piling the dust on him or not.</span> <span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">after they talked she went back to reading her book... where the main character Ellen Cherry goes.. "Neat, im delighted to learn that I've been compared to a heathen fornication instructor, a husband corrupter and a baboon's ass all in one lump"</span> <span style="font-family:georgia,times new roman,times,serif;">she went back to laughing once again...</span> </span> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class="multiply:no_crosspost"></p>Kickass Goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12210616094361752707noreply@blogger.com0