http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:nancolm&section=today deviantART RSS for by:nancolm en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Thu, 17 Dec 2009 07:04:19 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://nancolm.deviantart.com/journal/28058065/ http://nancolm.deviantart.com/journal/28058065/ Sat, 31 Oct 2009 04:50:01 PDT "mj will you marry me?" sabay tawa.

..wag mo sanang sabihin na kaya ka pumunta doon ay dahil sakin.. dahil alam ko namang lasing ka lang nun at wala kang matulugan dahil di ka pwedeng magpakita sa nanay mo ng ganun ang itsura.

]]> ~nancolm http://nancolm.deviantart.com/journal/24646228/ http://nancolm.deviantart.com/journal/24646228/ Fri, 08 May 2009 04:41:48 PDT pero naubos na ang lakas ko kakaisip di ko pa rin malaman..

XXX: "eto pare usapan.. ipapapatay natin ang isa't isa pang dating natin ng edad na singkwenta!"

ako: "sige sige.. walang magbabago ng numero ah! itetext ko kayo pag nagbago isip ko kahit 30yrs. from now na!.. areglado?"

..masama man sa relihiyon na ikinamulatan ko.. may magagawa pa ba ko kung ito rin naman ang gusto ko?.. iniisip ko ngayon... pano kung may nangyari ng di kanais nais sa akin bago pa ako dumating sa edad na singkwenta?.. pucha! eh di lugi ako dun sa mga taong binitiwan ko ng sumpaan?(<--potek na word yan sumpaan!)..

...ito ba ay desisyon na aking ginawa ng biglaan?.. o madalian?.. lalo na ngayon nasira pa sim ko (potek!) pano ko ipapa alam pag gusto ko ng mag back out?... papaki- usapan ko na lang ba yung assassin? ... eh panu kung hit man yun na sniper ang gamit?... mamamatay na lang ba ko ng walang ka mu-ang2x??...


...Sa sandali kong pag hinto sa pagkilos.. maraming bagay ang pumasok sa aking isipan.. pag tanda ko ba ay magiging mabuting matanda ako?.. o magiging tulad lang nila akong sumusunod sa daloy ng mundo at dumidikit kung nasan ang bagay na nagpapa- ikot sa mundo?..

...ewan ko.. at hindi ko talaga alam.. at yun ang nakakatakot.. kapag hindi mo alam.


-gawain ng taong gumagawa ng wala.

]]> ~nancolm http://nancolm.deviantart.com/journal/24439025/ http://nancolm.deviantart.com/journal/24439025/ Sun, 26 Apr 2009 04:02:26 PDT
bakit ba ko naiiyak pag naiisip ka?

isip: eh bakit ka pa ba kasi gumagawa ng paraan para magkaroon ng koneksyon sakin?

...di ba galit ka sakin?.. nawala na nga yung dati kong telepono eh..

isip: eh bakit ka pa kasi sakin nagpapasama sa mga lugar na alam ko namang kaya mong puntahan mag isa?

...dahil ba ayaw NIYA sumama kaya ako na lang?

isip: eh bakit ba kasi sa tuwing titignan ko yung telepono ko eh pangalan mo ang naka rehistro?

...di ba isa lang naman akong pangalan sa phonebook mo na naiisipan mo lang itext pag wala kang magawa?..ayan nagtext ka nanamaaaaan!!

isip: eh bakit ba ayaw mo ng umuwi?

...dahil ba ayaw mo na kong makita?


kung sasabihin ko bang mahal kita.. sasabihin mo rin bang mahal mo ko?.. di ba hindi naman... para san pa?.. alam ko namang lumalapit ka lang sakin dahil magkatulad ang ugali namin at nakikita mo SIYA pag kausap mo ko..

lagi mong sinasabi na bahala na ko sa buhay ko.. pero bakit ngayon bina- base mo yung desisyon mo sa kung ano sasabihin ko?...

ilang taon na tayo magkakilala ngayong iniwan ka na NIYA lumalapit ka na sa kin? eh p*t@ngi#@ naman pala eh!... pero bakit ko ba hinahayaang magka ganito...

sana huminto na ang utak ko sa pagiisip... di naman ako lasing pero nasusulat ko ang mga bagay na to sa wikang Tagalog...

...sana pag gising ko ay aios na ang lahat.. sana magbalik ang utak ko sa mormal na pag gana nito.. at umayos ang aking sistema...

]]> ~nancolm http://nancolm.deviantart.com/journal/23621338/ http://nancolm.deviantart.com/journal/23621338/ Tue, 10 Mar 2009 05:05:09 PDT
...there was a group of girls chatting beside me.. i heard them talk about a lot of things they had experienced.. then one girl spoke of something.. "..ako nga may classmate sinabi niya dati dun daw sila sa ilalim ng tulay nakatira.. pero ngaun naka dorm pa sya.. at sa private na nagaaral.. ang galing nga eh!.."

nostalgic..

...it seems like a similar story of success came to me.. i don't actually remember the whole of it but i was sad when i remembered that memory..

..we were happy.. together eating the cheapest food you can buy.. sharing scrambled eggs for breakfast.. fighting over house chores.. we were penny less but happy...

..I wonder how, but time seem to be eating us quite fast.. more than nineteen years of living together... slowly we're drifting apart.. now.. the box where we used to live together is empty..

..they've grown up.. and turned themselves into a better person.. earning and stable...

...now every time i come home from school.. i am hoping.. that someday i would hear again that similar sound i was hearing five years ago.. loud and noisy but it makes my heart so happy..

..we can never be sure on when our lives would end.. but i am hoping before mine would be terminated.. i would be able to see my family together again, maybe still fighting over the last slice of egg .. d@mn i want to tell them what i have become now..

]]> ~nancolm http://nancolm.deviantart.com/journal/23094172/ http://nancolm.deviantart.com/journal/23094172/ Mon, 09 Feb 2009 00:13:43 PST

after session..


...she turned on her laptop and signed in to multiply she made a blog entry...
the words she had typewritten are pure and honest and I wonder, does it make her feel better?



Love, is it something one must possess to be happy? It’s stupid that people are selfish of it... And so it strangled her... she was suffocated by the overwhelming feeling of emptiness...



Series of words are written... honest expression of hate and angst against the world... was I being dramatic? Or maybe I just can’t get her...



Is she a bad influence? Maybe... Maybe not... for there is no such thing as bad influence only people who get influenced... and those people are stupid... for they have a weak heart...



She taught me stuff that almost tear my body apart... but I didn’t care... for all I know the greatest times in my life are spent with her and my friends...



Crazy huh?... no I’m just being stupid..

]]> ~nancolm http://nancolm.deviantart.com/journal/18520634/ http://nancolm.deviantart.com/journal/18520634/ Tue, 27 May 2008 01:48:19 PDT
..subok ng subok..

...wala namang napala..


..hope i can take better pictures..

]]> ~nancolm http://nancolm.deviantart.com/journal/9756246/ http://nancolm.deviantart.com/journal/9756246/ Thu, 17 Aug 2006 05:19:32 PDT
Swirls of orange and pungent taste,
In me those memories never fade.
By my senses you were perceived,
As a star in the first night of October essence.

Voices from the gray box of pretensions,
Never ending howls in my ears
An emotive figure reflects
Thy heart is in pain soon it breaks.

Drive me away from the burning fire,
Save my soul, grasp my hand
I never will to retire
Never until you and I ran.

Save me I plead
Heal my wounded skin
Agony of burning flesh I can feel
Blood drips but sadness I hid.

You have failed me again,
Never ending thirst for thee
You came to save me
But the clock stopped ticking.

The night has finally ended
This is thy last dance
The songs had stopped playing
I never realized that. ]]> ~nancolm http://nancolm.deviantart.com/journal/8696494/ http://nancolm.deviantart.com/journal/8696494/ Sun, 07 May 2006 01:09:08 PDT Knows..
By:Brand New (meron sa launch cast nito
at sa you tube..)


We saw the western coast
I saw the hospital
Nurse the shoreline like a wound
Reports of lovers tryst
Were neither clear nor discript
We kept it safe and slow
The quiet things that no one ever knows

So keep the blood in your head
And keep your feet on the ground
Today's the day it gets tired
Today's the day we dropped out
Give up my body in bed
All for an empty hotel
Wasting words on lowercases and capitals
(x2)

I contemplate the day we wed
Your friends are boring me to death
Your veil is ruined in the rain
By then I knew I could do without
There's nothing new to talk about
And though our kids are blessed, the
parents let them shoulder all the blame

So keep the blood in your head
And keep your feet on the ground
Today's the day it gets tired
Today's the day we dropped out
Give up my body in bed
All for an empty hotel
Wasting words on lowercases and capitals
(x2)

(I lie for only you
And I lie well Halleluh)(x2)

So keep the blood in your head
And keep your feet on the ground
Today's the day it gets tired
Today's the day we dropped out
Give up my body in bed
All for an empty hotel
Wasting words on lowercases and capitals
(x2) ]]> ~nancolm http://nancolm.deviantart.com/journal/8425370/ http://nancolm.deviantart.com/journal/8425370/ Mon, 10 Apr 2006 07:57:47 PDT
whatever poison's in this bottle
will leave me broken sore and stiff
but its the genie at the bottom who im sucking at
he owes me one last wish
so here's a present to let you know i still exist
i hope the next boy that you kiss has something
terribly contagious on his lips
but i've got a plan
i'll drink for 40 days and 40 nights
a sip for every second hand tick
and everytime you've fed the line you mean so
much to me im without you

tell all the english boys you meet
about the american boy back in the states
the american boy you used to date
who would do anything you say

and even if her plane crashes tonight she'll find
someway to dissappoint me
by not burning in the wreckage
or drowning at the bottom of the sea
jess i still taste you thus reserve my right to hate
you
and this empty space that you create does nothing
for my flawless sense of style
its 8:45
the weather's getting better by the hour
i hope it rains there all the time
and if you've ever said you miss me
and don't say you've never lied
i'm without you

tell all the english boys you meet
about the american boy back in the states
the american boy you used to date
who would do anything you say

you're never gonna get it right
you're never gonna get it

no more songs about you
after this one i am done
you are gone


>somebody whom i don't know sent me this.... it's cool... ]]> ~nancolm http://nancolm.deviantart.com/journal/4321529/ http://nancolm.deviantart.com/journal/4321529/ Fri, 14 Jan 2005 19:32:52 PST The worst... The worst… the worst ever. I feel insecure, why that shitt gets all the fuckin’ attention. And she acted like a bitch. I went to the comfort room to control my emotions. “She was my best friend, why am I insecure?” I punched the wall with all my effort, but it did not ease me at all, instead the intensity grew and I just obtained a bruise. I don’t know when will the darkness within’ will end, maybe tomorrow, or the next day, or for worst never. I will be doomed forever in the deep. The wound may heal, but the pain leaves its mark. The scar that I will feel forever within me. ]]> ~nancolm http://nancolm.deviantart.com/journal/4258337/ http://nancolm.deviantart.com/journal/4258337/ Thu, 06 Jan 2005 22:42:00 PST
January 4, 2005, I was absent in class because I have to attend my sister’s wedding. I woke up that day just like an ordinary Tuesday morning, and I was not expecting something else. I first started my day by joining the deviantart, I remembered Maika telling me things about this site so I decided to join. After spending a few minutes in the site I got up from the comp. chair, prepared my gown, and everything else. We arrived at the hotel by approximately 10:30am and we started fixing ourselves. I drop by the Salon to do some make-ups and hair dos and my sister and I went back to the Manila peninsula hotel. I was totally prepared by 2 pm. A group of photographers rung the hotel’s doorbell and told us that they would take pictures,(they were hired for documentation) I was stunned … a cute guy was actually staring at me handling a camera he took a picture of me so I have given my sweetest smile. Inside the room 524, he occasionally glances at me and smile, I dunno why, but it quite freaked me out!

By 5pm the church wedding started. I was staying at the right side of San Agustin church, praying solemnly, a light or something like it was blinding me, and then I saw the guy, the photographer,(I think he was in charged of the lights) he smiled back like he sort of playing a joke on me so I just smiled back too. My eyes went on focus with the stage; I recognized something, something that I have not recognized upon my arrival in the church, until I saw the guy....
“Those are...red roses?” I whispered on myself. I just knew that the wedding was over and the bride was already marching when a girl bumped me from behind. The guy was in front of the line taking pictures and I can’t run into him and ask for his name for the crowd was truly enormous, and he was out of my sight. My dad called me to ride in the car so I hurried expecting that I might see him on the reception area too bad he was not there.

I really don’t know if my prayers were answered.... whether that was already the sign or not....or maybe that was only a chance...I really had no idea, maybe only The old Man really does know about it! Anyway, I was not that bothered, because I know the right guy would arrive soon.

]]> ~nancolm