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Here I am again. Back.So what is going on with me? A lot, and at the same time nothing at all.I feel really low. Really bad. I wish I could start writing about happy stuff, you know? Write about happy things. And happy thoughts. But what I've discovered lately is that this is all writing is to me. This is how important and at the same time, equally unimportant it is. I write when I'm in pain.

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Sometimes we feel superhuman. Sometimes we feel extraordinary, and strong, and confident. Yeah, there are those times. Those times when we feel so sure...so sure that we almost have everything figured out. Until we stop. One full stop. And the feeling goes away. The confidence fade in the background as a familiar confusion takes over. And the "almost everything" we thought we figured out turns

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I have an ACL injury. yippee..How bad it is, i don't know yet. I'm getting an MRI.I'm shocked, and pissed, and depressed, and sad, and sad, and really depressed and my tears are all dried up. It will be awhile before I get to play football again. Or worse, I might not be able to play football as competitively as before. Aw, fuck..... I'm not really in the mood to write more about it.I'm really

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Starring Richard Gere as Vincent EastmanSharon Stone as Sally Eastman andLolita Davidovich as Olivia Marshak.It was showing on HBO when I was finishing my previous post so I was a bit distracted. But I forced myself to divide my attention and watch it because it was one of those Richard Gere films that I haven't watched. And what can I say, Gere's ma baby. :DAnyway, the movie started at the end,

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The world that we live in is ugly just as it is beautiful. "How can something so beautiful be equally just as ugly?" I find myself asking the world. I find myself asking God. I find myself asking myself.No one answers.This is how we are structured to be. We all have our so-called functions in this interplay of things. This is what they tell me..that things are the way they are JUST BECAUSE. We

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SAW 5 is COMING OUT. Jigsawwww is BACKKKKKKKKK.Eeep. I'm uber excited. Definitely one of the movies to look forward to.Directed by David HacklWritten by Patrick Melton & Marcus DunstanCheck out www.saw5.com for more details. :)So if you guys are avid fans of the SAW film series, you'd know that David Hackl was not the director of the previous films--it was actually Darren Lynn Bouman. But

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We've all had our bad days. I don't think there's one person in this whole entire world who has not had at least one bad day. In fact, some of us get it real bad.Some of us get it SO bad, that it's one bad day after another. And before you know it, it's a bad week. And then it's a bad month. And then the end of the year comes, and we just wish that the New Year would be nicer compared to the bad

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I am totally wigged out. Freaked out. I just witnessed what could've been something that happened to my friends and i..Taft Ave. was relatively quiet today. No traffic, no noisy jeeps honking, no FX drivers trying to snag passengers, no crowds of students rushing to get to their classes, no uber long lines in the train station. Like I said, it was a relatively quiet Saturday in Taft.There were a

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Let me give a shout out to those people who are single. It's not as bad as some of you may think it to be.First of all, can I just point out that people in a relationship are probably more miserable than those who aren't in one. But then again, that may not be true in all cases. But the point is this--happiness does not solely lie on being single or not. If it's not my first point, it's probably

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This just in: I AM OFFICIALLY A CAVEMAN.Wasn't it around 5 to 6 years ago when I was that puny little rock chick in cargo pants, red Chucks and a shirt that says "FUCK OFF" moshpittin' and slammin' in Amoranto stadium? Or maybe just rockin' out and possibly getting buzzed at Purple Haze or Mayric's? Wasn't it then that I knew every date and place where the hottest gigs would be? Let me get

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One of my talents, probably like any other stereotyped woman, would be talking and arguing. What can I say I'm a "people person". I remember during my younger years, around 5 or 6 years old probably, I would already be able to converse with people twice or thrice my age. :) I remember finding other kids unusually dumb, and them finding me unusually maverick and loquacious. And then I started

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OH MY GOSH. I WAS BROWSING THROUGH SOME OLD PHOTOS...AND I FOUND THIS!I mean, it's not like I haven't seen this pic in forever. But.. this time that I saw it, it felt different. It's like.. WHERE DID THE TIMES GO?We all look so young in this picture. I mean, it's just in this picture that we all look like this. We look like elementary girls, jeeez. But it's all right. It brings back a lot of

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I don't have the whole back story on this, so forgive me if I get some details wrong. But I am seriously shocked, amused and appalled... Haha.Let's start off with a pretty picture. :)What is she wearing? No, she's not a girl scout master. :)It's SISC's ALL-NEW I.B. UNIFORM!Sooo..how do I say this?Shocked. Appalled. Amused."SHOCKED!"The uniform is...Oh God! If A.I.'s Simon Cowell was a judge, he'd

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you people love secrets and mysteries dont you :))well, to the one who asked, "Are you on drugs? Is that why you need to quit?"NO I AM NOT ON DRUGS. Funny shit. Lol. I'm clean people. I've got enough highs to keep me flyy. I don't need drugs for that. Haha.okay, second..why post about if i'm not going to share at all?Well..because I need to organize my thoughts. And writing is the best way I can

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Oooh.. i just realized that Closer was not the perfect song. LOL. Turns out it's another Ne-Yo song... Because of You is the more appropriate song. Haha!Want to, but I can’t help it I love the way it feels, It’s got me stuck between my fantasy and what is real I need it when I want it, I want it when I don’t Tell myself I’ll stop everyday, knowin’ that I won'tI rode home with Janna today.. we

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i normally don't sound like this. so forgive forgive, if i sound like a spoiled unfeeling bitch. :-/ so shallow, too. you know how they say you can't always get what you want? well, yeah. i've heard it.but the thing is. when it comes to some things..SOME things, in particular..i always get what i want. even if i don't get it WHEN i want it. but rest assured, i HAVE to get it. it's a high. we all

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well, it's a saturday today. my head hurts.let's a have a look-see what happened to me this week..since my classes in dlsu are only from mondays to thursdays, you can imagine it going by pretty fast. oh but SIGH ..sometimes it doesn't seem to be fast enough. Just like any other teenager, one can't wait for the weekend to come fast enough. And for me, my weekend starts at thursday night. yea-yuhhh

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Penguins, don't we just love them. For a reason more than just because they're adorable, but because in one aspect of life, they're actually better than us. Because when they find their mate, they mate for life. I'm betting they don't feel as lost as most of us do with relationships. Good, enduring relationships don't just happen. There are no cupids, no fairy godmothers. It's a work of art that

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Well, Gia just accused me of being a dead blogger. So here I am rising back to life and typing away to blogger's paradise. Anyway, sorry if I haven't been writing at all lately. Apparently, Gia checks out my blog more than I do. LOL. :)) I have a lot of things to share with college life and all that other crap. So yeah, stay tuned. Haha.

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Why do people obsess so much about the after life? We call them suicidal. But why do they become suicidal? Is it just so much about ending their miserable lives, or is there something more? They're not so different from us, nor are we from them. We are all looking for answers. And we do stupid things in hopes of getting them. There was a time, I sort of used to be suicidal. Or so they say. But

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So, I've been thinking about nothing for the past few days except this one thing that's been tugging at me since...since I've started thinking about it. Okay, that's not entirely true. Knowing me, I can't exactly be just thinking of one thing. But for the sake of emphasis, let's stick to that.FRESHMEN ELECTIONS.I've recently joined one of the two socio-political parties. TAPAT. (i'll post more

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It's been a while since I've last updated my page. But like I said at the very beginning, there was no guarantee that this site would last. It was bound to end up like all my other blog spaces--inactive, unupdated, stagnant, & useless. It's like a journal that I hid somewhere and forgot it ever existed.But for the sake of continuity, I'll delay what I really have to vent out and type out in hopes

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I DON'T KNOW WHICH IS THE NIGHTMARE--THE ONE I'M WAKING UP FROM, OR THE ONE I'M WAKING UP TO...(sigh)No, there's no drama going on here. No EMO factor. Just plain words. Just plain thoughts. Straight right out of my head. It's all me. JUST ME.I don't really know about the others. But I've always had this "just existing, not living" sort of thing. It's not a day-to-day dilemma. But it's just this

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MARCH 04, 2008, TUESDAY, 11:18 PMOkay. So here I am EIGHT freaking days towards the end of the official school year.Yeah, towards the end. It is the end all right. No, I won't go into my whims of leaving high school. Because if I don't pick a college soon, I might as well stay in high school. (Ah, and not to mention because I'm not yet done with my thesis, which is by the way a pre-requisite for

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Movie or show ratings--G, PG13, PG18, R18, etc.Ah.. but have you ever heard of CV? Lols. It stands for Cartoon Violence.From Mondo Media comes a brilliant but twisted cartoon show. It's definitely not made for small kids or big babies. Lol. It's amusing and cute..and barbaric and morbid. LOL. If you've never heard of Happy Tree Friends... maaaahn, where have you been all your life? Haha. If you

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today's just another day. zzzz...shit, i have school again tomorrow. sigh.xoxo Trish xoxo

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Loneliness should be a feeling, not your day-to-day companion. We wake up everyday, trying to make sense of the world. Scientists try to make sense of..uh, science. Parents try to make sense of their growing teenagers. Teenagers trying to make sense of growing up (others of sex). Pre-adolescents trying to make sense of puberty. Old couples trying to make sense of marriage, and maybe even of

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Sigh. Oh no. Here we go again..One thing about me? I have the nastiest moodswings. Well, no. It's not that nasty.. I don't go around throwing a bitch fit at everyone I see. Just that, i get moodswings for no reason at all. Or maybe there's a reason, but it's a reason that I fail to see. I mean, out of nowhere, i'm all smiles. And then I sit on a couch. And after that, i'm either pissed at the

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Like I said, I would be transferring here some of my old blog posts. I have a lot of blogs, so they're all kind of scattered. But i'll be putting in the bits that are most relevant to me.. :) Here's one. "Changed; in the Lord" (August 03, 2005)Even if it may take me forever to really grasp the concept of a so-called "lasting happiness"; at least there are moments wherein i feel happy, despite the

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The word 'blog' is actually short for web log. And if you're an avid blogger, then you should know just how far the blogging network actually expands to. Far, far, far.. And i mean reallllyy farrrrr.Oh man, the world is so categorized. Even in the internet. So there are the chat freaks, the bloggers, the online game addicts, the techie freaks, the troublesome hackers, the neutral surfers, the

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Soo, i'm back to blogging. Awesome. I wonder for how long I can keep updating this site. The last one sure didn't last long.Let's give blogger dot com a try. :D

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