tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248283587754104412024-03-13T09:30:35.615+08:00kwentuhang keberOf the dyosa, by the dyosa, for the dyosa.dyosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205029067892355417noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324828358775410441.post-88109389128688505442010-09-22T14:02:00.003+08:002010-09-22T14:06:57.021+08:00Hello thereI just remembered a dream I had, there's this burning spot in the night sky that suddenly shot out like a shooting star. I didn't have the chance to make a wish while it was shooting off, even when I had enough time to do so. My intro sucks after not posting for a long while :D If I waited for several more weeks, I'm going to make this a one year anniversary of no posts in my blog. I'm having dyosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205029067892355417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324828358775410441.post-39691644485164877102009-11-09T23:36:00.004+08:002009-11-10T00:03:12.683+08:00A little prayerGod, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can;and wisdom to know the difference.Living one day at a time; Enjoying one moment at a time; Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace; Taking, as He did, this sinful worldas it is, not as I would have it; Trusting that He will make all things rightif I surrender to His Will;That I may be dyosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205029067892355417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324828358775410441.post-9555191922130774012009-10-18T00:47:00.002+08:002009-10-18T01:38:10.266+08:00BlahI had this dream. Not that type of dream where we have peace on earth and all people are equal kind of shit. I really had a dream last night. It felt so real, but the only thing that I could remember in that dream was him blabbering like an idiot... and this fleeting moment when he held my hand. It was freakin' warm. And I remembered, I tried to stop time just so I could savor that moment. I dyosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205029067892355417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324828358775410441.post-49123054060851672992009-09-29T15:32:00.003+08:002009-09-29T16:44:20.555+08:00Post-Ondoy OnslaughtIt's been two days since last Saturday's torrential downpour. Now the devastation is apparent as the sun beats down the aftermath. Knee-deep in mud, destroyed properties, washed out homes, taken lives...I was at home at that time, safe and comfortable along with my family, unaware that the rain was currently tearing down other homes much like mine with families also inside them. Not safe, far dyosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205029067892355417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324828358775410441.post-33522184013019478652009-09-14T02:29:00.000+08:002009-09-14T03:33:21.594+08:00LSSWhile my mind has been going overload recently (professionally, emotionally, ecumenically...), I thought maybe listening to a sad, heart-wrenchingly depressing song over and over again for the last two hours will calm it down. Hm.Thanks to Flori, I get to listen to this song again. This makes me feel cheesy, sad, happy... and sleepy right now. LOLPut Your Arms Around MeTexasAre you ready maybe dyosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205029067892355417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324828358775410441.post-63744109834389028692009-09-14T02:22:00.000+08:002009-09-14T03:29:09.354+08:00RevivedNow currently out of the storm cloud. Had some mild bursts this morning, but I was put to right again. And my mood lifted a bit after watching the Cheer Dance Competition yesterday afternoon. The team I was vying for didn't grab first place, but I hope this one will be a lesson learned for them: don't leave your feet from the ground once you've experienced reaching the stars. A lesson on humilitydyosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205029067892355417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324828358775410441.post-43076300079265344072009-09-12T21:02:00.000+08:002009-09-12T21:04:05.776+08:00UntitledThis is a truly fucked up world.When you have friends who aren't really your friends.Family you can't get rid of.And a situation you cannot escape.Truly fucked up.Sucks to be me, right? Now I'm going to rant how nobody understands me. That they can't possibly know my situation right now because they are not in my shoes. I'm high and mighty that it's imperative I stay in my gleaming pedestal and Idyosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205029067892355417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324828358775410441.post-30681146149718527712009-09-12T20:42:00.001+08:002009-09-12T20:42:43.675+08:00Bingi naMay mga taong mahilig makinig.May mga taong ayaw makinig.May mga taong gustong makinig pero di pwedeng ipakinig yung gustong madinig.May mga taong nagdidinig-dinigan lang.Ano ka?dyosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205029067892355417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324828358775410441.post-63520081181727233122009-08-31T21:04:00.001+08:002009-08-31T21:07:45.261+08:00In 5, 4, 3, 2....Eight months down, four months to go…. And why am I counting in the first place? I have no idea. Just feel like counting. Counting makes the time pass too quickly or too slowly, and it’s a total waste of effort. It’s like chewing bubble gum. I don’t want this to be a sign of post-traumatic stress for the incoming two-seven in five days. It shouldn’t matter because I already felt the number the dyosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205029067892355417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324828358775410441.post-43301027237302118592009-08-01T00:50:00.001+08:002009-08-01T01:36:37.507+08:00What we really wanna doImagine, it's been a month since I last posted that I'll be broke in 2 weeks from that time... but nope. Not really. I didn't get to buy what I want, decided to wait for my birthday (which is a month away) ... so I bought 2 sets of shoes. Well, it's less than half of what I was supposed to shell out for the iTouch gadget I'm salivating for. But with the activities I've been into these days, feelsdyosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205029067892355417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324828358775410441.post-83588946225848632312009-07-13T02:10:00.004+08:002009-07-13T02:19:51.511+08:00Shoe fetishI would like to introduce to you... my new babies.Me and my friend, Tal, went on a sinful shopping spree at Trinoma. This is the result, and a bunch of socks to go with them.We're into hip-hopping nowadays, simply put, we got hooked up. I got hooked up!It was fun and exciting and fun. Naturally, I need to dress it up to make my fun look good as well, right? Hehe.I won't be eating in a while. At dyosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205029067892355417noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324828358775410441.post-89650555417433804502009-06-29T22:40:00.004+08:002009-06-30T00:09:31.954+08:00Happey-ness is...Happiness runs in a circular motionThought is like a little boat upon the seaEverybody is a part of everything anywayYou can have everything if you let yourself be...This tune suddenly popped up in my head out of nowhere. I'm suddenly reminded of my Kindergarten days when everything was just simple, fun, and carefree. When my only problems were which crayon to use to make a tree look like a treedyosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205029067892355417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324828358775410441.post-28628613844749835252009-06-02T17:27:00.006+08:002009-06-03T16:05:50.394+08:00Mid-year crisisTrivia: Rose as June's month flowerThe month of marriages, commitments, ‘til death do us parts. Named after the Roman Goddess Juno (her equivalent Hera in Greek), the deity ruling over marriage and the family household. Whoever gets married in this month gets lucky, they say. Or probably because it has the almost perfect weather for getting married. Not so much in this part of the world though (dyosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205029067892355417noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324828358775410441.post-41273222676823731522009-05-29T17:50:00.003+08:002009-05-29T18:02:40.411+08:00EskapoEscapism is a mental diversion by means of entertainment or recreation, as an "escape" from the perceived unpleasant aspects of daily stress. It can also be used as a term to define the actions people take to try to help relieve feelings of depression or general sadness. - Wikipedia"There is a cheap literature that speaks to us of the need of escape. It is true that when we travel we are in dyosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205029067892355417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324828358775410441.post-75170496673378152132009-05-22T23:27:00.003+08:002009-05-22T23:31:46.348+08:00Somewhere in the middleThank God for music. My life's boring without it. This specific song brings a smile on my face every time I hear it. In short, kilig (hahahah!). My friends, Jasmin and Flori, would know why.Dishwalla. The frontman's voice is just amazingly manly.dyosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205029067892355417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324828358775410441.post-17156650342243667142009-05-22T23:00:00.003+08:002009-05-22T23:26:41.224+08:00A change of paceI did some tweaking on this blog this evening and decided to put a list of labels for my posts. I realized I have a lot of angst going on. Actually, it's what fuels me into writing. But I have to change that and write something out of happiness. But damn, anger and words just get along so well in my world. But I'll still try. That spurt of joyful inspiration haven't dropped on me, yet. But I'm dyosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205029067892355417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324828358775410441.post-66318296874990017902009-05-21T16:55:00.004+08:002009-05-22T18:58:57.548+08:00Sharleen SpiteriBetter known as Texas. She's my all-time favorite music artist. But I do admit I don't own any of her albums (I think I should start collecting though), still, I love her music and her look. Very androgynous. She came up suddenly thanks to Flori's playlist, so I went and looked for her music video "In Demand." I remember that video so well because Alan Rickman's in it and the juxtaposition of dyosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205029067892355417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324828358775410441.post-17238594425874905372009-05-19T22:21:00.010+08:002009-05-22T18:59:47.457+08:00Oh, the abysmal futurePG13: Foul language ahead. You are warned.graphicshunt.comThinking about it, I could recall myself being silly and immature when I was in college, to some respect. I'd like to say I grew out of it on the latter part of my college life. But I couldn’t, for the life of me, see myself then as STUPID, SENSLESS, and FAGGOTLY to an absurd degree. ALL AT THE SAME TIME.To hell with college students dyosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205029067892355417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324828358775410441.post-90755333805675920432009-05-12T01:21:00.003+08:002009-05-22T19:00:06.465+08:00End NotesSo the pieces of the puzzle have fallen into place. Looking at it now, the whole picture’s unsavory. Everything’s clearer, but the light’s just too bright for my liking. Amazingly so, the situation’s funny, and yet it’s definitely a lesson worth learning.Never trust a one-sided coin, however straightforward it may seem. The other side speaks an entirely different story.This pertains to my dyosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205029067892355417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324828358775410441.post-65283405062960487672009-05-11T16:12:00.002+08:002009-05-22T19:00:26.859+08:00Re: A Letter to the UnawareDir Annoyed Urbanite,Good day!I apologize for any inconvenience. I didn’t mean to insult you in any way. I’m new here, I just want to make friends. Besides, aren’t you close with that guy, what’s his name? It looks like you and him are very close. And whenever he mentions your boyfriend and how you should practice doing what your doing with him, you never deny you have one.I’m sorry if you are dyosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205029067892355417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324828358775410441.post-41921405422404810892009-05-11T13:02:00.005+08:002009-05-22T19:01:05.861+08:00A Letter to the UnawareTo whom it may concern:First off, I just want to tell you that you are a mistake. Yes, a mistake. You're a fluke to my own specific standards. I never intend to insinuate any interest, but peer pressure pushed me into doing so because I’m gullible. And this flaw brought to me unnecessary attention to details that do not concern me. But I did so because you asked me to. Who am I to say no? It is dyosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205029067892355417noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324828358775410441.post-55845355884641457442009-05-08T00:08:00.003+08:002009-05-08T00:23:12.668+08:00Book worm<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>dyosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205029067892355417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324828358775410441.post-84968657297658669862009-05-04T01:17:00.004+08:002009-05-22T19:03:53.488+08:00Hallmark momentTo all my friends and... yeah. Yun lang, to all my friends nga. XDdyosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205029067892355417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324828358775410441.post-68844505156548737012009-05-04T01:02:00.005+08:002009-05-22T19:04:16.178+08:00... Beach beach beach beach...I don't think I'll get enough of it. Kulang nalang magpabaon na ko sa buhangin (pero hindi na, kasi masisira ang tan).April is definitely my Summer month for this year. Despite the rainy season, I still got enough sun on my skin to burn a live chicken into a bucket with gravy on the side. But who's complaining? Definitely not my overbeaten pores and red nose.I wonder what's in store for me this dyosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205029067892355417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324828358775410441.post-33606703359103970002009-04-29T14:07:00.003+08:002009-05-22T19:04:38.509+08:00istikinowtsThis is what my desktop looks like nowadays.I'm a sticky notes addict. Got this freeware from hottnotes.com, naturally.Colorful, eh? XDdyosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17205029067892355417noreply@blogger.com0