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i thank wiwi for teaching me how to edit ^^ i learned,haha..

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]]> ~ollimreb http://ollimreb.deviantart.com/journal/23844632/ http://ollimreb.deviantart.com/journal/23844632/ Mon, 23 Mar 2009 07:17:55 PDT
you'll get drunk. you'll get stupid. you'll be happy this way, then that way you'll be sad. you'll be going in circles, next you'll be walking down a straight line.

but still you force yourself to get up and stand tall, hoping that you'll be making your own footsteps and that you will leave your marks on concrete. people won't forget. people will be motivated. people will be following the same path you have headed.

you wish for these things. and you wish that all of these will arise soon.
you will hate the present. you will want more.

it is, and yet again, a shitty life.

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i beg of you .

tutor me.

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college.. hm, high school's almost over now.. and i feel excited and afraid at the same time.. excited because i will be able to go to a new world, a largely different one, and i will be able to meet new friends.. start a new life. but i'm afraid of leaving my home behind, my second home for the past nine years.. afraid of leaving my friends behind.. my mentors, my school mates. all those who took part in my life..

i wanted to take up architecture as my profession.. but my parents would not approve of it, so that's just that.. my second choice was to take up interior design, since that is pretty much close to architecture, but they didn't approve of it either. third was mma, but i still got rejected. so i just took up different computer courses in different universities because i believe it is much more practical.

and so i passed the upcat. quite unbelievable isn't it? of all the people who will pass the exam, it would be me. me who only ranked tenth in my class. me who still cannot raise her grades high enough for her mom to be proud. me who cannot accomplish even one single answer ahead of everybody in physics' first five. me who is struggling to get her grades up because her dad will be home in time for the graduation. me who failed the first test in math. me, me whom people do not believe that i am capable of passing the exam. it's such a shocker for them to know that i passed. it's really a funny thing. yep, that's what i call it. a funny little thing.

and so today i took a bath. got dressed and headed out to the living room. my sister was raising her voice at me, asking me if i did not want to study in up because of the course. i couldn't speak. and she started to say things like because mom was blaming her of the course that i took, because she was the one who initiated it, bla bla bla. and my mom started to raise her voice as well, and it was starting to get really blurry.. i spoke up and said why was everybody hot tempered. it was weird you know. one thing you were in the shower, next thing you know everybody is screaming at each other because of one little thing -- you. then my mom started banging at things, and i went back to the study room. she was constantly yelling my name, telling me to eat the freaking dinner. and i was crying. my sister was crying. my mom was banging things. it was a very pleasant night. indeed it was. .


that's the end of it i assume. good night to everyone

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ONE
[link] : the duet of two fantastic beginners in the music industry...

TWO
[link] : the people who danced their way to success

THREE
[link] : the person who dreamed big and became big despite of everything he had gone through.

FOUR
[link] : the little girl who found her way on stardom through youtube

FIVE
[link] : the champions who aimed high and reached high

SIX
[link] : the indie film that taught me my purpose in life

SEVEN
[link] : the actors that touched the hearts of many filipinos. yea

EIGHT
[link] : the child that is a filipino at heart

NINE
[link] : filipinos who strive to create art on runways

TEN
[link] : filipino talent all the way


... AND MANY MORE

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my birthday is coming soon

yet i don't feel any bit of happiness

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hm

today i cried all day and night

tom maybe

and still on the next day

and the next day

and the next day..

and the next day

really cooool.

. . . .

good luck to the seniors on our finals..

study hard.

hm

]]> ~ollimreb http://ollimreb.deviantart.com/journal/19617732/ http://ollimreb.deviantart.com/journal/19617732/ Sun, 27 Jul 2008 04:26:04 PDT
A memoir for Dolores Delgado

It was another ordinary day in my life ― I went to school, mingled with my fellow classmates, listened to my teacher, and then got a ride home with my school bus. I don’t remember much actually. I can recall myself doing the same things that I do when I arrive home from school, that is, reviewing my lessons and doing all of my assignments. It was already past eleven when I finished. I was about to prepare myself for bed when the phone rang, and I heard my uncle’s voice, so intense and shaking, as if with fear. He wanted to speak to my mom, so I gave her the phone. Afterwards I heard a scream, my mother calling out to my sister, telling her to dress up quickly for they were going to the hospital.
I was worried ― very worried. I didn’t know what to do, and I was left alone in the house that night. My cousin was calling me from their house, checking up on me. She explained everything that happened when she got back from school. She did not visit our grandmother in her room, which was her everyday habit, and she wondered why she didn’t do it that night. Her brother, my other cousin, was the one who saw my grandmother ― half her body hanging down the bed, as if in the position of getting up and asking for help, since she was not feeling well. My cousin said that they just screamed and called out to the people outside their house to help them, and they did. I can remember our sobbing, the tears falling from our eyes as we talked to each other. I felt a great fear that night ― the night I will never forget.
My grandmother was a very jolly person. She was indeed a very good cook, and was a Kapampangan. I remember her dancing with us when we played loud music. The way her body moved and the gestures she made were very funny. She was suffering from diabetes and the doctor said that her heart was already floating due to too much water. I never really understood what that meant, just that my grandmother died of sickness. Yet I believe it was the sickness of her heart. The sadness she felt made her condition worse, I suppose. It was July that month, and it was her birthday on the twelfth. We celebrated at the hospital, all of our families. She was actually sad that day, for she wanted to have a party and she wanted to go home. What we did was we bought all different kinds of food in all the different restaurants and food establishments that we could find. We celebrated there, and she thanked us for our efforts in making her birthday wish come true, although I know for a fact that there is still sadness in her eyes.
She passed away ten days after that day. She left us peacefully, as she was sleeping. I feared that that was the end of those good foods and her odd ways of dancing. I feared that I would never hear her voice again, not even her laughter. I was crying myself to sleep that night, and I could no longer wait for
my mom and my sister to go home. The next days never felt the
same again.

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]]> ~ollimreb http://ollimreb.deviantart.com/journal/19617438/ http://ollimreb.deviantart.com/journal/19617438/ Sun, 27 Jul 2008 03:40:44 PDT gotta start browsing my reviewers fast, if i do want to excel. god bless me, i want to make my parents proud. everything i do i do for them.. god bless to every examinees out there...

WATCH THESE VIDEOS!! haha.

jason mraz : [link]

some talents here in the Philippines: [link]
PLEASE WAIT UNTIL 5:20. THAT IS THE GOOD PART, TRUST ME
the first performance is sht, i know

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our crew..

watch us dance...

we're only amateurs...

hope you'll like it.

champion -- therapheo
first place -- accel
second place -- overdoze

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thankyou

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t u e s d a y ' s w i t h m o o r i e :

mitch albom, a memoir to his mentor, moorie shcwartz

** the tension of opposites:

"life is a series of pulls back and forth. you want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else. something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn't. you take certain things for granted, even when you know you shouldn't take anything for granted..
.. a tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band. and most of us live somewhere in the middle"

"which side wins????
... love wins, love always wins.."


** "is this what comes at the end, i wondered. maybe death is a great equalizer, the one big thing that can finally make strangers shed a tear for one another ... "


** "sometimes, you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel. and if you are ever going to have other people trust you, you must feel that you can trust them, too --- even when you're in the dark ... even when you're falling . "


** "don't let go too soon, but don't hang on too long ... "


** " love each other, or die. "


** "tears are okay ... "


** "forgive yourself.. for all the things you didn't do, and for all the things you should have done .. you can't stuck on regrets of what should have happened."


** "death end a life. not a relationship. "


** a story moorie told to mitch:

"okay. the story is about a little wave, bobbing along in the ocean, having a grand old time. he's enjoying the wind and the fresh air --- until he notices the other waves in front of him, crashing against the shore.

" 'My God, this is terrible!,' the wave says. 'Look what's going to happen to me!'

"Then along comes another wave. it sees the first wave, looking grim, and it says to him,

'Why do you look so sad?'

"the first wave says, 'You don't understand! We're all going to crash! All of us waves will be nothing! Isn't it terrible?'

"the second wave says, 'No, you don't understand. You're not a wave, you're part of the ocean. ' "



--

draw on faith, paint with courage, and live like a masterpiece.

]]> ~ollimreb http://ollimreb.deviantart.com/journal/18031706/ http://ollimreb.deviantart.com/journal/18031706/ Sat, 26 Apr 2008 00:29:21 PDT here's his story:


Three fridays ago, our guru on relationships, joe d mango, read a letter to his wife on his popular radio program Love Notes. For the past 11 years, he had been giving advice to people who would write him letters about their personal problems. To the surprise of his listeners that friday, instead of reading one of his usual letters, he read one that he had written himself to his wife Bing.
Joe felt that he had to tell his listeners that even someone like him could go through a marital crisis, but that he survived it. Here's how his letter goes.


In our 11 years of marriage it was just the two of us. I never had a close circle of friends and she never had one either. Life for us was just "you and me," day in and day out. We were literally sleeping beside each other for 11 years. It came to point that there was nothing more interesting to talk about. I was aware I was doing that but I never did anything about it. We were so close yet it seemed like we were so distant. Then came her new circle of friends.


They recently had an elementary and high school reunion. Remember her persistent suitor since elementary days? He was there. We already had four daughters and the guy had four kids of his own. They exchanged phone numbers. They started to text each other and this bothered me. a big part of it was insecurity and other part was that she once denied that she was texting the guy.


I felt bad because she started hiding things from me. Then the guy asked her if they could meet for lunch. It became a source of tension between us. I finally agreed, but before that, I told her that I felt that I was going through the same pain again. I have seen so many stories like this. If you told me the first part of the story I would already know where it would lead to.


Bing accused me of being a "know-it-all" person. But deep in my heart I knew where she was heading. Why would a married guy see a married girl unless it was for business or professional reasons? Finally, even if it was against my will, I drove her to the meeting place.


While I was waiting at the radio station, I wanted to call her but knew it wasn't proper. So I just waited for her to tell me how their meeting went.


When she related to me what happened I felt that she was keeping the other details. I was afraid to ask because I wasn't prepared to accept her answers. I told her that it would be best if that was their last meeting. She got mad and told me that I was starting to control her life.


The following day, I saw a small, torn piece of paper that had the words, "lose you" in the trash can at home. I started picking up the pieces of paper and putting them together. She had written: "Felt sad because I felt that this will be our last meeting." "Wanted to hug you..." Before I could figure out what the third one was, Bing was already at my back. She wanted to get the torn pieces of paper back. She said it was private property. We decided to talk.


By then, I was able to figure out the third line: "Not sure if afraid to lose you." She had crossed it out and beside it, she had written, "Wanted to cry."


That was what hit me. How could you lose something that's not even with you yet? That was a confirmation that she was getting emotionally attached to the guy. We fought because she didn't want to admit it. She said that what she had written was all about friendship and not about love. For the first time in our marriage she asked for freedom from me. For 11 years we were always together, and now this.


She had discovered her own little world and wanted to explore it. I didn't want to give it to her but finally I gave in. I told her that she could do anything she wanted and not worry about how I would feel. In fact, I told her that I was planning to leave her and kids for a while so we could give each other the chance to be alone. We decided to give the new arrangement a try.


The following day, Thursday, I went to work early and she texted me. I never answered back. When I didn't respond, she called me. She said, "I'm sorry. I love you and I miss you." For the first time in our marriage I said, "I love you and I miss you too" with tears in my eyes.


I realized how much I loved her but I also knew how much she wanted her freedom. When I arrived at the station I asked for a leave. My boss advised me to think it over, but he said that he would allow me to go on leave. After letting it all out I felt relieved. It was the first time in my life that I asked for advice about our relationship.


While I was talking with my boss, a messenger arrived with 12 white roses arranged in a basket. It came fro... ]]> ~ollimreb http://ollimreb.deviantart.com/journal/18001037/ http://ollimreb.deviantart.com/journal/18001037/ Thu, 24 Apr 2008 02:02:49 PDT

it was written by Pablo Neruda in the 1960s...


hope it'll inspire you too..


I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz

or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:

I love you as certain dark things are loved,

secretly, between the shadow and the soul.



I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries

hidden within itself the light of those flowers,

and thanks to your love, darkly in my body

lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.



I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,

I love you simply, without problems or pride:

I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving



but this, in which there is no I or you,

so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,

so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

]]> ~ollimreb http://ollimreb.deviantart.com/journal/17084360/ http://ollimreb.deviantart.com/journal/17084360/ Wed, 27 Feb 2008 05:57:22 PST
No one would believe I touched the moon.

You are not one who would kiss the earth. Your life is spent dancing with the stars. And you know nothing but warmth in the cradle of the sky.

Hovering over the world
giving it light upon the night
always there yet never quite.


Long have I looked upon your face, one I never thought I would recognize. Mocked by the length of day, I would whisper lullabies to the wind, begging the world to fall asleep. So that you would return and I could once again serenade you with my gaze.

Even I was caught by surprise when finally you smiled back at me. For I am one used to the stifling solitude that is my destiny. So much that I find comfort in absolute stillness and only find my way in blinding darkness. That was how I fell in love with the night and come to know you.

And so it was that with a wicked twist of fate, or maybe it was just my strange fixation with pain, that I found myself yearning for nothing but a place in the heavens with you. It is a ridiculous impossibility only a recluse of my naive tolerance for tragedy could find absolute fascination in.

I therefore cannot blame the world, even with all my malice, for not being able to understand. For I also can never come to terms with how they can fail to stumble in the dark because of your gentle light and never give you so much as simple acknowledgement of your presence. And I want to laugh for I was at least less occupied with my shadow to look to the reason it was cast.

No one will understand. And so it is no surprise that no one will find it less easy to believe that not only did I touch the moon but that you touched me back. And you did more than just that. You enfolded me with your passion and wooed me with poetry that would humble romance itself.

But the universe is as it would, and even Mother Nature will not find it in her heart to find me a spot in the infinite sky near you. So that the only way for us to be together is for you to leave your home in the heavens. But as much as I want to spend the rest of my waking moments w/ the whole of your being, I can never bear the thought of tearing you away from the sky. The world will never hear a word of it but I know you’re ready to return all your light to the sun because you believe in the humility of my tiny glow. Nevertheless, we choose to stick it out where we are placed--tormenting distant from each other. We both know that the world will blame me if you do step down to earth. And just like me, it pains you more to be the cause of that suffering than to have to wait for eternity to end just watching me from afar.

And so we wept our own goodbyes. I promise to keep singing love letters to the wind hoping the breeze of my heart will reach you. And you vow to always shower me with light enough to fill the world, knowing I’m there, awake in the slumber of our fate.

So it is that the world end and they never would believe that everything is the way they all want it to be because of our great sacrifice. No one would ever believe because no one will ever know. They would hear my soulful songs and fill the footsteps of your light among them but they will never know that you are the notes of my melodies and I’m the reason you look upon the earth.

No one will ever believe I touched the moon.

insanity and madness..beautiful.

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