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Name: Miguel Paolo Yap Nickname: Migs Birthdate: October 1, 1982 Gender: Male Height: 5'11" Nationality: Filipino School: University of Asia and the Pacific Eyes: Brown-close-to-black Hair: Natural Black Star Sign: Libra Girl Obsession: Oriental beauties Faves Movie: The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King TV Shows: Lost, Alias, WWE Raw, WWE SmackDown! Video Games: Samurai Warriors, Dynasty Warriors 4 Books: The Lord of the Rings, The Silmarillion, Veronika Decides to Die Musicians: Brian McKnight, Utada Hikaru, Clay Aiken, Joss Stone Songs: Til They Take My Heart Away Athlete: Tim Duncan Dislikes: Nonsense music, Kobe Bryant, boy-bands, excessively kikay girls Relationship Status: Single 
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 Plumb You didn't care about me So I packed my bags And left you to wonder What you could've done better To make our love stronger We could have lasted forever and longer But we'll never know how good it could be This isn't how it should be I couldn't laugh I couldn't cry I couldn't waste another day I couldn't live I couldn't lie low any longer I couldn't laugh I couldn't cry I couldn't waste another day I couldn't live I couldn't lie low any longer Did you ever care about me? I remember the time You looked in my eyes and promised We'd stay together Our love would grow stronger The storms we have weathered Wouldn't last any longer But we'll never know how good it could be This isn't how it should be I couldn't laugh I couldn't cry I couldn't waste another day I couldn't live I couldn't lie low any longer I couldn't laugh I couldn't cry I couldn't waste another day I couldn't live I couldn't lie low any longer It could've been so good But there was something else for me ...at every moment of our lives, we all have one foot in a fairy tale and the other in the abyss... - Paolo Coelho, "Eleven Minutes" Migs, 9:52 PM 
Release Breath cheats my heaving chest, and though my heart Is strangled, and pain like emptiness parts Its sinews mercilessly, still I crawl, Groping, gasping, sorrow's most bitter thrall. No more do I seek to see tomorrow, For it shall not find me with you in tow. Useless, my strength and hope now fall; and pain Stabs my soul, for it chooses to remain. Dying I die, again and again, `til Death and its gluttonous maw has its fill Of my agonized cries, sighs of anguish. My wounds weep with blood, drowning every wish. Tears, futile tears, all wasted for regret Of the vanishing love I still covet. It falls from my reach, though would I still cling, An eagle who plummets with broken wing. My hand must relent, though against my will, From keeping you firm in my grasp, until You choose, with whole heart, to return to flight In heavens forever within my sight. ...at every moment of our lives, we all have one foot in a fairy tale and the other in the abyss... - Paolo Coelho, "Eleven Minutes" Migs, 7:16 PM
Sometimes the person who doesn't meet your expectations is the one who loves you most. Just because that person doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with everything they have. Sorrow is an effective fuel for the soul. Some of the best artists in the world nurse broken souls, for they loved much, lost much, and grieved much. But they chose to live on to tell of the beauty of the experience. From The Little Prince: "It is the time you wasted on your rose that makes it so important." Such a dangerous thing it always is to reason from insufficient data. They say love brings out the best in you. Perhaps. But they declined to mention something, resulting in the disillusionment of many a lover. That for this to happen, first you must conquer the worst. ...at every moment of our lives, we all have one foot in a fairy tale and the other in the abyss... - Paolo Coelho, "Eleven Minutes" Migs, 7:10 PM
Anyone who knows me well enough would be aware of the emotional roller-coaster ride I've been through lately. It's enough to make the average Joe manic-depressive, but so far I've been able to handle it. With this still tingling at the back of my head I sat at my 7:30 am Lit class today, once again studying the epic about the spineless, whining dunderhead who founded Rome. We came to discuss Aeneas' issues about his suffering and his unrestrained complaints about it, and when he spoke with his father in the Underworld it is said, basically, that souls are purified by fire to be restored to their ideal states. And that Aeneas himself needs to go through burning to prepare himself for the glorious destiny that awaits him. BANG. Hit me right there. It may be cheap consolation, but it struck me that maybe I need to go through pain like this too. There will be more anyway. But perhaps I must suffer, not because of what I did or deserve, but for me to be purified, to be prepared to reach a particular destiny. Sure, I doubt I'll found a great city or empire, but I find a little solace in the thought that maybe there's a very good reason behind all this bullshit. Well? Do I have a decent destiny coming up? I'm waiting... ...at every moment of our lives, we all have one foot in a fairy tale and the other in the abyss... - Paolo Coelho, "Eleven Minutes" Migs, 6:55 PM
What does it really mean to grow up? There's getting taller, there's developing your anatomy, there's developing your mind. Some would argue heart and soul grow too. Maybe like when you're moping and moaning, and your parents or best friend tell you to "grow up." I suppose that's true. But when we grow up, what do we grow into? And for what? I really don't know. My sense of optimism for the concept of growing up has been shattered. I used to look forward to the day when I'd be strong, mature, stable and self-sufficient. Then I can live on my own, pay my own bills, and do whatever the fuck I want to make my life better. Of course when I do grow up (provided I fail to screw that process up any further), I will probably accomplish some, if not all, of these. But then what? What are the strings attached to being grown up? I'll tell you what. I'll also be a self-serving, insensitive son of a bitch. Like I said, do whatever the fuck I want to make my life better. To heck with whom I step on, to heck with whom i leave behind, to hell with whoever gets in my way. I will lose sight of values, morals and insights that are not my own. I will take advantage of any and all situations beneficial to me, before someone else gets hold of them. I will manipulate friends, co-workers and even my lover/s to sate my selfish needs (and when these aren't met, I'll either eliminate the uncooperative parties or cry like a baby). Screw everyone before they all screw me. That's the kind of person I'll be like. I'll also be an egotistical know-it-all. I'll be telling those juveniles, "Oh, this ain't right, this is what you should do." "That won't help you, this will." "You should be like this, not that." "Get rid of your security blankets, when will you ever grow up?" Like they don't have their own lives to live and problems to deal with. Like they'reincapable of making competent decisions. Like they can't judge for themselves what is meaningful. But then that's the point, they can't. Why? Because they're young. I'm older, I've been through so much pain, I'm infinitely wiser, so they should do as I say. My way of devising solutions, my way of doing things, is the only way (because it ultimately serves my purposes, too). Yes, that's how I'll be someday. And I loathe it. Someone shoot me before I become a full-fledged adult. ...at every moment of our lives, we all have one foot in a fairy tale and the other in the abyss... - Paolo Coelho, "Eleven Minutes" Migs, 2:26 PM
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