//Hari ng Sablay\\

Wednesday, June 30, 2004

~*~ Verifying all these can prove to be..... complicated. Nyarharhar.

Your love is... by ChibiMarronchan
Your name is...
Your kiss is...	erotic
Your hugs are...	gentle
Your eyes...	light up a day
Your touch is...	heart warming
Your smell is...	exotic
Your smile is...	encouraging
Your love is...	unique

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...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, 3:11 PM

Tuesday, June 29, 2004

~*~

At your ten year high school reunion... by robbiewriter
Your school name
Your name
Your job will be	Doctor
You will be worth	$184,363
Everyone will think you	gained 50 lbs

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Only $184,363?? Must be a terrible doctor.

Or a terribly honest one.

...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, 5:46 PM

Monday, June 28, 2004

~*~ More quizzes.

Wow, is this how dismal I've become?

Your Heart is Grey

What Color is Your Heart?
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Lovely. I like...

You'd carve them up with your chainsaw. I like your
style, you show much promise. Join me?

How would you Murder?
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Yummy. And appropriate.

You're chocolate. You're the old soul type, people
feel that they have known you their entire
life. Many often open up to you for they view
you as thoughtful and trustworthy. Although
people trust you, you have a hard time trusting
them. You prefer to keep your feelings bottled
up inside, or display them very quietly. It is
alright to open up every once in a while.

Which kind of candy are you?
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Not sure i agree with this. I'm a bit of a people person. Maybe lately...

avoidant

Which Personality Disorder Do You Have?
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...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, 8:55 PM

Friday, June 25, 2004

~*~ Quizzes, quizzes, quizzes...

I give up. I'm stereotyped for life when it comes to this aspect. Ikinahon na ako ng pesteng "pag-ibig" na iyan.

Aphrodite/Eros

?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??
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Great. Like Quiaps, I'm an ape-man. Whoopee.

Tarzan!

What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)
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Pareho na naman kami ni Quiaps. Ano ba iyan. I wish there were a way to confirm this, though. Nyarharhar.

You have an entrancing kiss~ the kind that leaves
your partner bedazzled and maybe even feeling
he/she is dreaming. Quite effective; the kiss
that never lessens and always blows your
partner away like the first time.

What kind of kiss are you?
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Finally, something that hit the bullseye.

FROZEN QUEEN/ KING
You dont want love to come through to you. You like
it the way you are. To be unreachable, no need
to show feelings. Hiding everything inside you.
You are already used to it. You say yourself
that you dont need anyone, that you stand on
your own two feet or that you dont have time
for these things. But in reality you are scared
to get hurt. You feel save where you are: by
yourself, nobody can hurt you there. You
invent your own relationship in your dreams.
You just need to know that you COULD get a
partner.
Thats it.
PLEASE VOTE, I want to know what you think about my
quiz, I worked hard on it.You can always
message me or tell me how I can improve that
quiz. Ill sure write back.

~THE big LOVE TEST!! What do you need? With PICS! For girls and boys!~
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Proof that I'm not really succeeding in growing up.

My inner child is sixteen years old!

Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but while
adults might just accept that, I know
something's gotta change. And it's gonna
change, just as soon as I become an adult and
get some power of my own.

How Old is Your Inner Child?
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Good grief.

Mermaid:
Mermaids, similar to Centaurs, have a torso of a
human and the body of a fish. You are curious
yet reserved in your actions. You like to have
fun but never at the expense of others and you
never roughouse. You love water and the
creature in it and feel it is your job to make
sure they stay safe.

What Mythological Creature Are You (Many Results and Beautiful Pics)
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...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, 3:17 PM

Thursday, June 24, 2004

~*~ Seems I have a gift.

The gift of being invariably spurned by that which I truly long for; and of being sought by that which I wish to avoid.

Perhaps I'm longing for the wrong things.

Then again, maybe for the wrong people.

Couldn't I just be a cerebral kind of guy, even for just a few years...?

...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, 10:43 PM

Sunday, June 20, 2004

~*~ I never really gave much thought about my current situation.

Now I realize that maybe I should have.

As most people already know, in a perfect world, I'd have graduated by now. I should be one of the innumerable fresh graduates, who, at the very least, are trying to find good jobs. By now, I should probably be an urban slave from 9 - 5, joining the throng of unwinding yuppies every Friday night at Libis, Malate or Glorietta. As a matter of fact, I occasionally join those peers of mine nowadays at their nightspots. They're still the same, as fun to be with as ever. But unlike them, I don't earn my own money yet. I'm not part of the work-force. They see and know things I haven't even begun to worry about. They were my peers in school, and remain my friends. But I am not one of them any longer.

Where am I? I'm in school, a sophomore at UA&P, where my current peers are at least 2 years my junior. We spend most of our waking hours on weekdays together, studying as well as goofing around. We endure the same boring class hours, backstab the same teachers, and struggle through the same tedious school work. It has also been occasionally remarked that I look the part of a sophomore, despite my obvious advantage in years. But I am 21. Unlike many of them, I'm not a teenager. I've seen things and gone through experiences they barely understand. As childish as I tend to be, I act older. I scandalize them with my humor, mannerisms and insights. They are the friends I've come to love now, and they are my current peers in school. But I am not quite one of them. And I feel this everyday.

And thus arises the obvious question... where do I belong?

It's amazing how you could be drowning in an ocean of people, and yet as you lie awake in bed at the end of the day, you still feel like the single solitary person left on the face of the planet.

...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, 1:48 AM

Friday, June 18, 2004

~*~ Bored. And uninspired. Time to jump on the web quiz bandwagon.

How to make a Mygz

Ingredients:

3 parts competetiveness

3 parts humour

5 parts instinct

Method:
Add to a cocktail shaker and mix vigorously. Add a little wisdom if desired!

Personality cocktail
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My Japanese name is, sadly, very appropriate right now.

My japanese name is 森田 Morita (forest field) 健太 Kenta (healthy and plump).
Take your real japanese name generator! today!
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...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, 4:29 PM

Tuesday, June 15, 2004

~*~ I really should take that whole `SupSEB thing more seriously. God knows I really need something that would make me put my writing to good use. I really want to come up with something productive in that regard. *sigh*

Anyway, poem posting.....

What do I do?
Each moment I find myself falling
Faster and deeper
Into a seemingly dark and bottomless ravine;
And yet, the calm opaqueness,
The black blindness that overwhelms me
Soothes me, comforts me,
Brings an unknown ecstasy
Bursting within me.
`Tis not falling, it appears,
But flight;
I ascend into the heavens,
Treading lightly on the winds
That propel me;
And yet I am aware
That I am falling.

What must I do?
I reach out into the darkness
But there are no vines to cling to,
Or branches to break my fall.
I call out,
I flap my invisible wings
That I may soar once more
With my head lost in the clouds.
I yearn for the sunlight
To dance upon my frozen face.
I long for the sky
To halt my descent into nothingness.
And soon I take flight once more
And feel the cool breeze against my skin
And lose all my senses
To this sweet sensation.

And then, all too abruptly,
I hit rock bottom.

...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, 5:33 PM

Thursday, June 10, 2004

~*~ Those who are familiar with the game franchise "Dynasty Warriors" would be able to relate to this. For those who aren't, the descriptions are well-written anyway and make for a pretty good read. Heck, if you have a PS2, try the game! It's really cool! Especially if you like games that shout, "Kill! Kill! KILL!" or if you find justification in ancient Chinese history (?).

I'm Lu Xun! Which officer of Wu are you?

I'm Ma Chao! Which officer of Shu are you?

I don't know why I took this, but..................

You are Sun Shang Xiang!

Being a tomboy, you feel most at home hanging with the boys. You're as strong and brave as any man, and are eager to prove it.

Which Female Dynasty Warriors Character Are You?

Oh well. She's my favorite girl anyway, the type I wouldn't mind having as a girlfriend (big and sharp twin chakrams notwithstanding).

...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, 8:57 PM

Sunday, June 06, 2004

~*~ What is the fucking matter with me?

You'd think this is nothing to me now, since I've gone through it many times before. But here I am again. What's worse, I'm letting a mere child do this to me.

Hmph. I'm one to talk. I'm not exactly mature.

There's lots of proof to that too. But what irks me most is this: here I go again, letting my emotional well-being and positive self-image become hinged on a single person.

I never even asked for this. Fine, I guess no one really does. But I'm sick of it. I'm tired of the effect it inevitably has on me. I'm sick of having to convince myself tha I don't need anyone over and over again. Because while this delusional psyche of mine thinks I do, the reality is I don't. Nor can I afford to "need" anyone at this point in time. It's an unnecessary distraction, it's useless, it's pointless.

I just hate it.

I don't think letting her know will even get this out of my chest. I should just let this feeling wither and die, just as it deserves.

...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, 11:37 PM

Thursday, June 03, 2004

~*~ Quiaps, here's something with rhyme. Nyarharhar.

And so, I guess this means goodbye.
It's time for you to go your way,
Though I fail to see the reason why
You could not make the choice to stay.

In the fleeting hours we have spent
Together, exchanging silent words;
Solemnly, I wish to repent
For the shortcomings that occurred

I've seen the sun wake in your eyes
And seen it die out in your sleep.
But now the sun shall never rise;
The heavens will forever weep.

Yet you know not the stirrings of my heart,
And are unaware of my agony.
I have fallen in love right from the start
Though you, my angel, cannot seem to see.

You have driven daggers into my soul,
But stayed innocent of that so-called crime.
My idle silence has taken its toll
And my wounds will remain throughout all time.

So now it ends, I must bid you goodbye,
Here, on this cold, dark and sorrowful day.
And you will never see nor hear me cry
As you turn your back and fly away.

...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, 11:53 PM

~*~ I just read a (very) short story my close friend, Ren, came up with recently. It's a funny, inspired and real work if I ever read one. I was actually quite envious, since I haven't come up with anything that brilliant in ages. I could never figure out why, though, and I find it quite alarming. Well, sure, I guess story-telling is not one of my strong suits. But still, modesty aside, I'd like to think writing is one of my more striking talents; and being unable to come up with anything noteworthy for such a long time is unthinkable.

Anyway, I do recommend that you guys check his story out, I have a link to his LiveJournal.

Moving on...

I'm seriously contemplating giving up. Too many obstacles are now stacked between me and my "dream girl." And as much as I would want to be daring and romantic, I don't think it would be wise to take this chance anymore. Too much pain and distraction await, and an already fragile relationship would hang in the balance.

But though I end my little campaign before I even start, I cannot totally ignore how I feel. It would merely fester within me and drive me crazy. Perhaps the best way to get through this and to rid myself of the burden is to let it out. Let her know. Say everything I would have wanted to say, then leave it at that. This is still risky, of course, as this could still change our friendship, or worse ruin it. But right now it might be my only option. An aspiration for a relationship other than friendship would definitely lead me nowhere anyway. I should just be happy we're even friends.

I don't want to be a silly, love-sick child anymore. For a change, I want to break free.

...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, 11:37 PM

Wednesday, June 02, 2004

~*~ Inspired by an old friend (and since I have nothing better to post), I'll occasionally be posting poems of mine from now on. Feel free to comment or bash, as always.

She sits in a corner.
Her narrow brown eyes melt like snow in spring
And drill a hole on the concrete wall.
A thousand needles pierce her brow
And crystal beads adorn her face,
Trying in vain to quell the fire
That singes her satin skin.
She seeks something,
And yet longs for nothing.
She answers unasked questions
That prance around her daydreams.
Dampness plasters her shirt
Against her chest and back.
She is blazing hot,
But remains icy cold.
Her breath whines in pain
As it scampers through her mouth
And into the desert air.
Her sorrow is angry,
Her joy weeps,
And in despair her silence screams.

...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, 2:15 PM