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I recently went to a remote place down south to break free. Diffused myself from a convulsing metanoia.A day of bliss... Of quiet removal and separation from the city.It rekindled my love for geology, as the karst limestone landscapes proudly told their story, only understood in detail by scientists and archaeologists.The caves were beautiful.The ocean is powerful, large, vast, slow and sure in

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" It doesn't matter how long we may have been stuck in a sense of our limitations. If we go into a darkened room and turn on the light, it doesn't matter if the room has been dark for a day, a week, or ten thousand years -- we turn on the light and it is illuminated. Once we control our capacity for love and happiness, the light has been turned on. "

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" It doesn't matter how long we may have been stuck in a sense of our limitations. If we go into a darkened room and turn on the light, it doesn't matter if the room has been dark for a day, a week, or ten thousand years -- we turn on the light and it is illuminated. Once we control our capacity for love and happiness, the light has been turned on. "

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I've been feeling a lot stronger lately (ironically, whilst I'm a bit sick and sniffling right now). Whenever I noticed how lonely I was, I used to feel like crying, convulsing, and cradling myself back and forth. Such is not the case anymore.Recently I found myself rendered to tears. But like grabbing hold of a banister right before falling down a flight of stairs, I caught myself, forcefully

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I am, yet again, single in the most unadulterated sense... And I have to learn to be okay this way. There was this guy that I had been in a very complicated, ambiguous, undefined relationship with since the beginning of last year. We both knew it wouldn't work, but went with the flow anyway... And only now did I insist we stay strictly as friends. I think it's a good thing to try force myself out

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Sometimes I hate freedom.It’s a burden.Making decisions.Being responsible for your actions… Your behavior.Sometimes I hate not having a choice in having a choice.I’m still young and I’m still confused and it’s still killing me. Too slowly. Why am I like this? Why should I be like this? Why shouldn’t I? Why did I even choose to be like this? I can be different from what I am now, but should I?

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Maputla ang hanging humahagibis sa bawat padausdos ng kurbada. Panakaw na hinahagkan ang humpak na pisngi ng binata. Sa bawat kimi na pagtulak niya sa bintana ng bus, isang hapyaw na buntong hininga ang maririnig sa bawat mintis na paglagapak ng siladura. Araw noon ng Lunes, isang araw matapos ang pagdiriwang ng Linggo ng pagkabuhay ng mga sagrado katoliko sa kanilang lugar. Minsan pa,

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I gather inspiration for my writing from the internal reaction, emotional response, and intellectual stimulation I have from what is around me, rather than from the actual things themselves.I write short and bittersweet spiels that are more of passionate outbursts rather than calm conversations, like brief prayers as opposed to the epic redundant rosary. These pieces are full of exciting words,

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There it was, too beautiful to ignore. Too black to not fear.Time stretched on to forever as we approached the event horizon, and our dialogue was one of the ages.I felt my atoms release themselves from each other, and then consequently their even more minute subatomic particles. It was a farewell of bliss, and I felt the emotion of weeping with joy, although only a mere emotion, and the last I

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Can anyone possibly tell the world how good of a person I am if I’m living in the pains of the past? Well yeah…I really hope so. For one second, I felt sympathy on him. A dozen more is not enough for these realizations…Though I’m quite surprised what I did by slowly realizing everything has to do with my immaturity in handling dilemmas, I seriously need to act up on it; flowery words and literary

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I've drafted a ton of introductions before i finally wrote something to address you. I was actually re-reading previous blog posts to inspire me on how will i do this. Minutes passed and I was left staring at my monitor trying to construe your wholeness into words. you were never a matter of letters. but your sublime nature was just good enough to bring forth an allegory of sentences. It almost

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Its a one crazy day with one of my best buds back in my home town. Since we're left with nothing to do that day, we decided to make fun of ourselves just to doze off the boredom. we were talking about the much fussed episode of Charice Pempengco on the hit american show GLEE that is currently trending on twitter when he suddenly thought of the idea of us imitating the some of the cast on the

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1. SCHOOL and TWITTERdi ko rin maintindihan bakit ito ang ginamit kong picture para sa school ko. siguro dahil kasi, ito ang laging binibili kong tinda sa cafeteria namin. minus the calculator. Ever since nag start ang first semester ng 4th year College, nadagdagan ang mga bagay na binabalanse ko. imagine ang 7-7 schedule ko na may 30-1 hr break lang. nangayayat na nga daw ako dahil wala na din

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kagabi ay umattend kami ni kabuhayan ng 2nd year anniversary ng paborito naming performers sa isang comedy bar sa Cubao. bukod sa pagkain at pag gy-gym, eto na rin ang nakasanayan naming gawin ng magkasama bilang paraan ng pagrerelax at paghahanap namin ng saya pansamantala. naging bahay na namin ang maliit na lugar ng comedy bar na yon sa halos 6 na buwan naming magkasama. sa bar na ito kami

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Madami sa atin kahapon ay inabangan ang inagurasyon ng ating bagong Presidente Aquino. oh well, mas feel niya ang maka masang P-Noy kesa sa conyong President Aquino. excited akong manuod sa TV ng live coverage ng mga stations sa inaugural event ngunit nawala din agad ang excitement na nananalaytay sa buo kong katawan dahil sa maaga din nag inauguration ng kanyang bagong biling DVD's ang kapatid

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Alas 3 ng hapon, masaya akong naghuhugas ng itlog (literal ito dahil magluluto ako ng pancake) ng gulatin ako ng isang taong biglang pumasok sa aming kusina. muntik ko ng ibato sa kanya ang hawak kong itlog at mangkok. sa katawan ang unang tingin ko dahil medyo mataas ang pintuan ng kusina. mabuti nalang at siya ang taong kahit naminsan ay mukang masama ay nagiiba padin pagdating sa paningin ko.

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things i've done during this past few weeks that inspired me again to appreciate how beautiful life is. Here in the Philippines.more to come. SOON.

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i am on the process of updating this blog. an all new blog site that would entail the story of my heart. happiness and positivity.its time for a brand new start.something fresh and enticing.not just any story of stars and sadness. something wonderful. will come.SOON.

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Isa sa mga paborito kong singer ngayon ay si Jay Sean. sa dinami dami ng mga kumakanta na pinapakinggan ko eh siya yung nagpakilig sa akin ng bonggang bongga. hindi lang ito dahil sa malakas ang appeal niya, kundi dahil sa malakuryente niyang boses kapag kumakanta na umabot hanggang sa bone marrow ko. iniisip ko tuloy kung bakit sa kabila ng tinatawag kong "great depression" eh nanatili akong

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i'll fix myself.i need another cocooning to finally adapt to the so-called "nostalgia" period.i had consumed the reality being trapped once again in this prevaricator ward.where everything seemed motionless, in doubt and in jeopardy.for me.i am not delinquent.i am not a fabricator.it's just you missed everything i am supposed to be.

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Maaga akong nagising para pumasok sa skwela. iniisip ko padin ang sama ang loob ko ng nakaraang gabi. sa dami dami ng araw na bibigyan ako ng problema, sa araw na ito pa sumakto. hindi ko sasabihing malas yon kasi kasama padin sa birthday ko naniniwala kasi akong good karma padin yon.Mga bagay na hindi namin mapagkasunduan ng aking mama ang naging ugat ng buong araw kong pagkabadtrip sa birthday

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Mag-aala una ng hapon. mainit ngunit presko ang aking pakiramdam sa malamig na simoy ng hangin galing sa aircon. sa totoo lang ay wala akong gagawin sa eskwelahan ngunit nagpunta padin ako para lamang mawala ang boredom ko sa bahay. alam ko, hindi lang ako ang estudyanteng ganito, minsan kasi, kahit alam mong may pwede ka pang puntahan na iba, nakakasawa padin.nagvibrate si cp. may nagtext."

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Maaga kaming umuwi kahapon pagkatapos ng pangatlo kong subject. ewan ko ba, tinamad na yatang pumasok lahat ng professors ko ng tuluyan, unang araw palang naman kasi ng klase namin ngayong linggong to sino ba naman ang hindi tatamarin.pumara na ako para sumakay ng taxi papunta sa lrt monumento station. nagmamadali rin kasi akong umuwi dahil babalik pa ako ng Bulacan. saktong pagbaba ko ng d.

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10:01 ng umaga Wala akong kasama, at dahil hindi pumasok ang profesor ko sa una kong subject, naghanap ako ng lugar upang humanap ng mapaglilipasan ng oras. pumasok ako sa isang cafe na katabi ng eskwelahan ko. agad umupo sa antigong kahoy na upuan na disenyo ng lugar. umorder ng paborito kong kape at nagumpisang sariwain ang kaganapang dinulot sakin ng ilang buwan kong pananahimik. 4 na buwan

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Nakalipas ang dalawang buwan ng paninihimik kong muli. inaamin kong nawalan ako ng gana para muling buksan ang panibagong yugto ng aking buhay sa blog na ito. nagkamali ako.hindi pa pala ako handa.inisip kong kaya kong harapin ang lahat na parang kagaya ng dati, bumangon sa dati kong kinalalagyang sarili. tipong maging patay malisya sa bawat kinukwento, na para bang okey lang ang lahat. hindi ko

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Halos tumatagaktak ang pawis ko hanggang break time ko sa eskwelahan ng tanghali. siguro isang tabo ng tubig na ang nawawala sa katawan ko pagkatapos ng isang buong oras sa klase.sa sobrang pagkairita ay tumambay muna ako sa aking paboritong spot-----ang library." grabe ang init noh? " biglang bati sakin ng isang pamilyar na mukha.si christian.naging classmate ko si christian noong first

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" pd bang jan muna ko magstay sa bahay nio? gabi na kase la na ako msakyan. pakisabi nalang kay tita. txtbk if ok lang."wala na akong pakialam sa oras ng mga panahong yon. isang buwan na kaming nagkikita ulit. bumalik siya noon lamang unang linggo ng april. kasama niya ang soon to be na asawa niya at ang kanilang magiging anak.si Mek." okay lang, para naman ibang tao ka samin. nagpapaalam ka pa.

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pinapanalangin ko na matapos na ang 30 mins. na oras para sa laboratory namin. halos maihi na ko kakadasal para lang hindi matuloy ang practical.pero no choice. talagang oras ko na talaga." okay, masakit lang to konti. tiis lang." sabi ni mam areola sakin.hinugot ko pati ang mga ugat ko sa leeg para ibaling ang atensyon ko sa pagturok sa akin. eto na, "1.. 2.. 3..." patay kang bata ka.umikot

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sa sobrang kaartehan ko kanina, hindi ako nakapasok ng first subject ko. imagine sa kakahintay ng aircon bus lang ang naging dahilan noon. minsan, sumosobra na talaga ko. pero ewan ko ba, mahirap kapag hindi ko nagagawa yung mga bagay na nakasanayan ko na.pagdating ko sa school, sinakto kong labasan na namin para sa break. syempre, para iwas na din sa pa-bida man epek. mabuti nalang at magaling

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Sabado ng umaga, gumising ako ng mga pasado alas-10 na. agad akong nagpadala ng group message sa mga kaibigan ko para bumati ng good morning. hindi ko rin maintindihan kung bakit at paano ko nakasanayan to simula ng nag-college ako. siguro dahil minsan, nakasanayan ko din ang magagandang umaga. pagod parin ang katawan ko, dala na din ng araw araw na maagang paggising at paguwi ng gabi kaya eto,

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