karen

isang taon na ang nakalilipas
magmula nang ikaw ay huling nakita
sa mundong maligalig

alala ko pa nuon,
freshmen tayo
kasunod kita sa pila sa stfap opis

ka-apilyedo mo kasi ang kaibigan ko

kapagka-gabi
nakakasalubong pa kita
sa mga mapag-iwing pasilyo ng kalai
misteryo, tahimik ka lang

kalayaan para sa'yo
ang aking hangad


*alay kay karen empeno, aktibista at miyembro ng league of filipino students na dinampot ng mga militar noong nakaraang taon.

name my beagle!

now's your chance to name my 1-year old dog! i've had him for over a month now, i went down to the animal shelter one day during lunch break and there he was. i can't seem to pinpoint a suitable nomme de guerre for him whilst he resides with me, knowing that he's probably had quite a few nicknames from past lives.

i'd greatly appreciate if you could leave a comment with any suggestions. thank you!

"mayumi" nga ba?

hey friends,

i am now accepting votes [poll on your right-->]! c'mon you know you wanna. post comments here. i'd like to know what you think. thanks!

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muse - starlight

Far away
This ship is taking me far away
Far away from the memories
Of the people who care if I live or die

Starlight
I will be chasing the starlight
Until the end of my life
I don't know if it's worth it anymore

Hold you in my arms
I just wanted to hold
You in my arms

My life
You electrify my life
Let's conspire to re-ignite
All the souls that would die just to feel alive

But I'll never let you go
If you promised not to fade away
Never fade away

Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations
Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations

Hold you in my arms
I just wanted to hold
You in my arms

Far away
This ship is taking me far away
Far away from the memories
Of the people who care if I live or die

And I'll never let you go
If you promise not to fade away
Never fade away

Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations
Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations

Hold you in my arms
I just wanted to hold
You in my arms
I just wanted to hold

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makapagbagbagdamdamin

self-experiment: as the human heart suffers

nov 10 is sinta's birthday. it'll be the third straight year that i won't be there to celebrate with him. extremely difficult this year - i was just there a month ago. then christmas will come and it's sadness all over again (3rd consecutive year alone).

what gives? truly, all the money and the gifts could never replace being there in the flesh. time will never give these moments back; sad to say, these are moments of bitter regret that shall forever plague the darkest part of my heart.


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i am set on getting married to whomever i'm with when i turn 25. i have to be 75 at most for my 50th wedding anniv. you're all invited. see you all then. :)

survey: how do you enjoy yourself when you're alone?

in the never-ending quest to fight off boredom, i ask the general public the above-mentioned question. what can one really do? what are the simple remedies to loneliness that will allow me to end up keeping a pulse? i'd love to hear you wise suggestions.

on finding e-rrs

why is it that i feel cheesed-out when i look at sap-happy photos of friends in new relationships? ugh. every time i click on a pic, my gag reflex takes over. some women just can't get over the fairytale even if reality bopped her on the head. ending is: see the drama coming soon to a theatre near you...


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i was at the pennsylvania dutch market this afternoon where i felt i'd died and gone to heaven. their cakes and shoo-fly pies were nice, plump and juicy. their soft homemade pretzels were the best of any pretzel-erias i've ever gone to. fresh organic produce on sale was enough to keep me at bay, ogling over the selection of tummy-fillers. self-sufficient the amish community is: they make their own food and don't waste scraps too. have you ever heard of pickled watermelon rinds? whoa. and i thought filipinos were frugal enough as it is. tut-tut.

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virginfest this sunday. will i shell out $100 to go see the smashing pumpkins? wow.

Mo-blog(ging)

Mobile blogging. Quite intimate to say the least, provided that one oft gets too attached to his or hers mobile phone. It's a secret world we live in - the epitomy of having an alter ego promoted daily(Yes, you have one too, don't indulge yourself). People are never reticent to share deep, dark thoughts through text. Some people really do only open up through discrete communication. Fantasize: A midnight rendezvous. Anonymous hate mail. Silent stalkers... all care of mobile messages. How often have you seen couples break up care of SMS? How often have I felt more connected to my overseas BF via international text than I have elsewise? And how convenient it is that you can stay connected on a whim - only when you want to. Isn't it funny how the world stays in touch (dumb pun intended) still, through touch...via the keypad?



I wonder. How is it that I can sit in front of my mac and not have the zest to write about anything? But when I start to zonk out, fall into bed, I suddenly get the gusto to type on my mobile device (depending on me flavor of the week). That is my cue to pull out my blackberry it's as if I was never surfing the web 3 hours prior.



So here I am clacking away. I guess because of too much mental trash and external stimulants, mass imagery if you may - I am losing focus and my memory that I can only concentrate when I am at peace before sleep.



Weird thing is... I thought phones are making us dumber than we were 40 years ago. My aunt's memory is still as sharp as her tongue is today. Most of us can't even remember our office phone numbers because they're conveniently stored in our mobile phone book.



Ergo, all this hullabaloo about technological advancements whatnot is seriously a catch 22 situation for mankind's future. What more are we willing to forego for the sake of modern-day convenience? The remaining 5 percent of our brain.



And thanks too mo-blogging, I can share these thoughts with you.



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{pause}

i think i have nothing more to say for now.

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naiipon

malikot ang kamay

ngayon ko lang napagtanto na walang kasingsarap ang pakiramdam ng magkaroon ng kalinawan sa mga bagay-bagay na bumabagabag sa ating kalooban.

madaling araw kanina - sa di malamang pagkakasunod na mga pangyayari - ay nabuklat ko ng di sinasadya, ang mga email accounts, friendster accounts atbp. ng aking kasintahan. ito ay sa kabila ng aming pag-uusap na hindi namin ipapaalam sa isa't isa ang mga password namin sapagkat masyadong pribado ang mga ito. eh wala, nagkataong tsumamba ako sa 8-numero kombinasyon ng kanyang kaisa-isang password. para nga naman akong tumama ng lotto - o mas mabuti pang paglalarawan ang pagkakapanalo sa jueteng (waring mas angkop na deskripsyon sapagkat lahat ng bawal ay, para sa akin, masarap hehe). ngunit imbes na tuwa ang naramadaman sa bawat pag-click sa kada-website, kinain ako ng aking 'di natitinag na konsensya. unti-unti pa akong naging dismayado sa aking mga nadiskubre.

mula kanina ay sinumpa ko ang aking sarili. bakit pa kasi madali akong maakit sa mga di nalalamang bagay at lihim!

tinanong ko ang aking pinsan, mga ka-trabaho kung aaminin kong na-hack ko yung mga account niya. sabi nilang lahat ay, "no. what he won't know wont kill him."

pero wala. di ko natiis. tinanong ko si sinta kung anu-anong mga bagay na aking magagawa ang makakapagsiklab sa kanyang galit. at ang sabi niya: kung mangangaliwa ako, kung maglalasing ako, kung late ako sa trabaho.

at doon namin pinag-usapan ang nangyari. sa huli, ginawa pa niya akong tagapag-check ng kanyang email!! hmph. sige na nga... minsan ka lang naman magmahal ng tao eh, isip-isip ko. kindat***

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