ICHIGO ICHIE.
it means that you only have one chance in life. so don't waste it.
in a life-or-death situation, there is no chance to TRY AGAIN.
it means "one encounter, one chance."
every encounter with someone should be treated as if it were a once in a lifetime occurence.
it is a japanese quote that tells us that we should live life as if it is our last day.
let's not waste time.
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what i should be doing right now: studying ( or should i say memorizing? ) for zoology long test.
what i am doing now: LOL. doing nothing.
what's in my mind: "LOL. awhile ago you said we shouldn't waste time. what's this?"
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PROM IS NEARRR!
rawr! i don't know if i should be excited or get depressed.
i really don't wanna go to that prom.
i really think it's a waste of money and TIME.
arrrgh!!
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i'm really, really, really confused right now.
i don't know what to do with myself!
am i just jealous or do i really hate them for a certain reason? hmmm.
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i'm a very bad person, you know.
i'm hating everyone right now. and i don't know why.
i'm lonely in a sense that i couldn't find someone whom i can look up to ( like idol ). i think i know why. it's because i'm a damn perfectionist. but not the perfectionist as in "perfectionist". it's hard to explain. better not waste my effort in explaining since no one's reading this thing.
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i saw SAM CONCEPCION today.
and gosh, he was soooo handsome! i didn't expect him to be so good-looking. i felt like i was staring at some kind of an angel.
he visited our school this morning. although we really didn't make a big fuss over it, i still felt that it was a special day for me and for JELLAH (a classmate who's an avid fan of sam).
his skin was so smoooooooooth!
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*sigh* i should study ( memorize) now.
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-_- someday i'm finally gonna let go, 'cause i know there's a better way. and i wanna know what's over that rainbow. i'm gonna get out of here someday. -_-
-_- steve earle -_-
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
in case i forget..
the disease that i am most afraid of is ALZHEIMER'S Disease (spell check?)
i really don't want to have that sickness..
making you forget things one by one..
it's like degrading your memory, i don't like that.
so in case i forget and if ever i'm gonna have that scary disease, i wish i would come across to this page.
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-_- Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. -_-
-_- Marianne Williamson -_-
i really don't want to have that sickness..
making you forget things one by one..
it's like degrading your memory, i don't like that.
so in case i forget and if ever i'm gonna have that scary disease, i wish i would come across to this page.
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-_- Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. -_-
-_- Marianne Williamson -_-
Monday, December 24, 2007
merry christmas everyone!
" . . fall on your knees. oh hear the angel voices. oh night, divine. oh night, when christ was born. . "
merry christmas everyone!
to april,
wherever you are, i hope you're happy.
although we weren't that close, i'm glad to have met a person like you. i'm thankful that i have been a part of your life even if it's a small fraction.
now, you truly are an angel.
many will miss your smile. i'm one of them.
i hope you're not going to leave us.
watch us always.
i love you.
- joyce
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i want an XBOX360 for christmas! anyone care to give me one?
haha. kidding!
honestly, i need an xbox badly! hahaha. as if i have the money to buy one.
oh santa! i'm sure i was a good kid this year! please give me an xbox!
LOL.
i miss going to school! (kaagad?)
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uggghhh. . i'm soooo bored!
i was planning to draw something for this christmas.. but i can't think of anything!
INSPIRE ME.
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i hope everyone's going to have a happy christmas!
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advance happy new year!
-- now i finally see it. --
-- now i have to believe all those precious stories. --
-- all the world is made of faith, and trust and pixie dust.--
merry christmas everyone!
to april,
wherever you are, i hope you're happy.
although we weren't that close, i'm glad to have met a person like you. i'm thankful that i have been a part of your life even if it's a small fraction.
now, you truly are an angel.
many will miss your smile. i'm one of them.
i hope you're not going to leave us.
watch us always.
i love you.
- joyce
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i want an XBOX360 for christmas! anyone care to give me one?
haha. kidding!
honestly, i need an xbox badly! hahaha. as if i have the money to buy one.
oh santa! i'm sure i was a good kid this year! please give me an xbox!
LOL.
i miss going to school! (kaagad?)
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uggghhh. . i'm soooo bored!
i was planning to draw something for this christmas.. but i can't think of anything!
INSPIRE ME.
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i hope everyone's going to have a happy christmas!
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advance happy new year!
-- now i finally see it. --
-- now i have to believe all those precious stories. --
-- all the world is made of faith, and trust and pixie dust.--
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
sembreak!
ooooh! sembreak na, at last!
hahaha.
that's nice. we have a 2-week rest! pero buwisit, parang walang magawa!
parang ang only thing to do na lang eh, ang magbasa ng libro. sawa na ako sa panonood ng tv, mga 3 araw na yata akong nanonood ng magdamagan. pinagtatiyagan ko na lang ang dora the explorer at kung anumang show na pambata na nakatutuwa.
ayoko na rin ng radiation ng computer.
wala nang magawa!
ang boooring!!
hahaha.
that's nice. we have a 2-week rest! pero buwisit, parang walang magawa!
parang ang only thing to do na lang eh, ang magbasa ng libro. sawa na ako sa panonood ng tv, mga 3 araw na yata akong nanonood ng magdamagan. pinagtatiyagan ko na lang ang dora the explorer at kung anumang show na pambata na nakatutuwa.
ayoko na rin ng radiation ng computer.
wala nang magawa!
ang boooring!!
Saturday, September 29, 2007
dramatic.
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i hate this.
-- mata ashita --
this is just drama, people. it's a joke!
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i hate this.
-- mata ashita --
this is just drama, people. it's a joke!
Sunday, September 16, 2007
my best friend hates me.
title says it all. just because of that stupid sport?
- my whole world is changing. -
-- i don't know where to turn. --
- my whole world is changing. -
-- i don't know where to turn. --
Friday, September 7, 2007
i hate boys.
call me lesbian. call me obit. call me crazy. call me weird. but i really hate boys! . . . for now.
well, not all of them. just the ones who are perverted, long-haired (i mean the very, very, long-haired guys.. yung tipong mas mahaba pa ang buhok kaysa sa akin) and cigarette-smoking boys (except for my relatives). i totally hate them!
enough of that crap.
sometimes, i ask myself, "papalitan ko na ba ang primary photo ko sa friendster?"
i want to but it would attract too many attention because of that friendster update.
i mean, my primary photo is still the same for like, ever since i started joining friendster.
vanity does not strike me.
i am not vain.
and here's an interesting fact: i haven't gone to starbucks! i mean it. i haven't drank or even ordered anything. i haven't even tasted their product.
well, it's not something i should die for! it's just coffee. i can make it myself! and i don't have to spend 80 pesos.
well, okay, i am upset about it. just a bit. because, it's like there's only 10% of us left who hasn't seen the inside of starbucks. and i think that we feel left out.
but as diana said earlier, starbucks are made for true people, not for the trying hards.
first, it was only for rich people because of its expensive products.
why did rich people want coffee there?
why? simple. because it was a quiet place. since its expensive, only a few can afford it.
then, after a few years, there was a time in this country that was called "pa-sosyalan period".
starbucks is now like an entrance to some "-hood" (e.g. childhood, adulthood) you get the point.
or maybe, we're just really upset.
-- is it Mama Mary's birthday?--
-- if it is, then Happy Birthday!!--
well, not all of them. just the ones who are perverted, long-haired (i mean the very, very, long-haired guys.. yung tipong mas mahaba pa ang buhok kaysa sa akin) and cigarette-smoking boys (except for my relatives). i totally hate them!
enough of that crap.
sometimes, i ask myself, "papalitan ko na ba ang primary photo ko sa friendster?"
i want to but it would attract too many attention because of that friendster update.
i mean, my primary photo is still the same for like, ever since i started joining friendster.
vanity does not strike me.
i am not vain.
and here's an interesting fact: i haven't gone to starbucks! i mean it. i haven't drank or even ordered anything. i haven't even tasted their product.
well, it's not something i should die for! it's just coffee. i can make it myself! and i don't have to spend 80 pesos.
well, okay, i am upset about it. just a bit. because, it's like there's only 10% of us left who hasn't seen the inside of starbucks. and i think that we feel left out.
but as diana said earlier, starbucks are made for true people, not for the trying hards.
first, it was only for rich people because of its expensive products.
why did rich people want coffee there?
why? simple. because it was a quiet place. since its expensive, only a few can afford it.
then, after a few years, there was a time in this country that was called "pa-sosyalan period".
starbucks is now like an entrance to some "-hood" (e.g. childhood, adulthood) you get the point.
or maybe, we're just really upset.
-- is it Mama Mary's birthday?--
-- if it is, then Happy Birthday!!--
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