February 2012
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A SCRIBBLERS RATIONALE
I am a writer because of impeccable sentiments and affairs my life is defined. The astonishing magnitude a single ambiguous word multiplying into an intoxicating cascade of sentences and paragraphs. I am a writer because I always come close to understanding the tumultuous dichotomy between good and evil, and then rendered useless by yet another one of those infuriating rhetorical questions. I am a...
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Much like the stereotypical writer, I delve into a roller coaster of emotions, traumatized by the most inauspicious details of my every day life. And my impotence in warding off my own demons have been at strongest of late, pronouncing me as dimwitted as ever. But then again it is feelings that make me more humane, and bring me closer to how I was when with him. I have lost track of how long I...
January 2012
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Oh what I wouldn’t give for someone who would fiddle with my hands just because he can. That effortless symmetry with a body other than your own, that love that transcends itself from every move, every touch, every kiss, an expression worth more than words ever could. To look at me and know what I am thinking right at that moment - that innate ability of being able to know exactly how I feel just...
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Dear sir, lately I have been thinking about how tiring it is to exist in a world full of flaws with inhabitants that exude a less than polite bearing. I find myself staring into dark open spaces that sometimes come with an undeniable urge of giving up what once was an insatiable desire to write. For the cause of such alarming problems I blame my dwindling faith on my capabilities. I am afraid to...
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Cut by Plumb
I do not want to be afraid I do...
December 2011
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The Sound. The Smell. The Sight.
I believe it all started with a single droplet freefalling from the sky. Then it multiplied and the sound came before the others as I lay down in bed, reading as always. An enchanting cascade of noise barging into our ears either abated or multiplied by the roofs, or in my case lack thereof, building the pressure until the inevitable release. Then came the smell that, same as the sound, came from...
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I miss him. And for every second that we are apart I miss him more. The numbing ache in my chest never leaves, maybe it has become tolerable and sometimes I can pretend it is not there, but it is – ever present and ever growing. It incapacitates me, the degree to which my miss transcends to love emanating from every beat of my heart. I miss the selfishness that is only there when I am with him,...
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This is an extremely selfish post.
Why is it that when I actually talk to you words escape me? Human interaction is an alien thing for a seventeen year-old college student who chose to live her life alone in an apartment. Let me tell you something about myself to somehow counteract the imbalance of me knowing so much about you and you not knowing a single thing about me.
I love to visit coffee shops, look lonesome but still...
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Can You Help Me by Usher
Without you my whole...
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Don't you just love it?
I wear my earphones and get tangled up with the complicated beauty of notes strung together by amazing, amazing people. Don’t you think it’s curious how music gets you during those times when even you do not understand the wayward way your brain works? Like the gentle and relaxing waves the harmony carries you away, for just a moment, into a world of wonders. I have this habit of...
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Student blues.
Living the life of a student can be barely called living at all. You work hard and tarry over facts and fictional thoughts of your predecessors, killing every chance of creating something new, something original and traced to you. But then again, the languages of the world are already created. Every sentence, no matter how well-thought, is a mere collection of words that are heard of. Even...
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Let’s Just Fall In Love Again by Jason...
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I just miss it.
I miss Baguio city and all the long walks I take just to sightsee. If lucky enough, I used to discover secluded coffee shops or restaurants that serve heavenly pasta. I miss taking it slow, not always rushing to finish a paper or draw and label some specimens. I miss not having the invisible but ever present timer on my mind, and just spend a day alone with my thoughts. Oh christmas break, come...
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All I Need by Within Temptation
Don’t...
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Why can't anyone understand that
I need someone who can make me forget every single beating moment of my heart when I was with the ex. They were the happiest moments of the said part of my body, and I just want somebody to delete them from my system as to make new memories for my still breaking heart. Why? Why?
November 2011
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Pretty Wings by Maxwell
Time will bring the...
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THERE WILL BE ANOTHER MOVIE!!!
OMIGOSH. OMIGOSH. I. CANNOT. BREATH.
I just saw a poster for The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo at the mall and I just… AAAAAAAAH!!!
THIS IS SO AWESOME!!! I WANT TO WATCH THE MOVIE RIGHT HOW!!!
OMGOMGOMG.
When I watch it on the cinema I will say
to the cashier at the ticket booth. While watching the movie, I’ll be like
the whole time.
Dearest Lisbeth Salander,
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I'm aging...
I want that love. A love where he gets jealous after ten, twenty, thirty years of marriage, a love that still makes his eyes sparkle whenever he sees you after a long and strenuous day, a love born out of love.
But I am still seventeen years old, not a kid anymore but still cannot be considered a woman. I am the in between. People say I am supposed to find myself at this point in my life, but how...
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Tonight I Wanna Cry by Keith Urban
I’ve...
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Jealousy at its best
The love and loss of someone you love dearly is not fun, either to the physical nor to the emotional parts of you. One day, you just find yourself jealous of your friends because they are dealing with jealousy issues with their special ones. I miss that. I miss feeling jealous over something stupid, overreacting over some drab text message, or some vague message from a certain someone that is not...
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A Drop in the Ocean by Ron Pope
I was a boy...
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I’m Yours by The Script
I may not have...
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A day in a life.
Everyday I have been dealing with at least one due laboratory report, readings, many many drawings, and a massive headache. Still with tons of things to do, I decided to take a little break to unravel the mundane activities and sights of my daily life to you.
This is where I go to school four out of seven days in week. As you can see, Baguio gets foggy before the moon becomes visible, and...
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The Dilemma
There is this expectation among guys that when girls are depressed their appearance tend to be forgotten. But then again that is only, mostly, true if the girl is one of those ones who wear make-up everyday, are in high heels, use handbags that cost more than my weekly allowance, and are sexual deviants. I, for one, am reluctant to call myself a woman - to my father’s delight and my...
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Hazy by Rosi Golan ft. William Fitzsimmons
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