tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28670385032730508792024-03-05T23:28:40.576-08:00Solitary confinement:Words spoken in silence.Gladeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459244868002775233noreply@blogger.comBlogger132125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867038503273050879.post-45690083754875909002012-04-22T12:44:00.004-07:002012-04-22T12:49:21.268-07:00I've been dying to revive this blog. It's been about 2 years now since I last wrote my own history. What happened? 2011 just breezed through my calendar without me putting into words my up's and down's. Tell you what, I've been sorely busy. Well, let me restate that. I chose to be busy.<br />
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Since I walked down the stage of PICC during my conferment of Degrees, I practically started thinking of which path to take. Should I start working? Should I get my masters? Should I start being a full pledged bum? Or should I opt for a career change? Gaaah. I wanted to do so many things, yet I know, I could only choose one road to journey on. It has been a tough drive for me. Literally. The idea of me entering a new chapter of my life made every cell in my body jerk in fright... </div>
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"Ang hirap pala talaga tumanda."</div>Gladeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459244868002775233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867038503273050879.post-9994578656743929922010-07-05T05:37:00.000-07:002010-07-05T05:38:04.606-07:00UNDER CONSTRUCTIONNumerous entries left unpublished.Gladeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459244868002775233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867038503273050879.post-47152561543640885132010-06-22T03:29:00.000-07:002011-01-14T03:51:54.083-08:00One rainy day.It was a rainy day. I'm out, all cold and scratchy. School just started and yet, much things to think about. Yea, school-wise, that's not something new. I guess it's what I am thinking outside the boundaries of school that's making me all weary and gloomy. <div><br /></div><div>As I looked out the car window on my way home, an insight jolted inside my head: YOU CHOOSE TO BE HAPPY. Crappy things do happen. It gets into you. But that doesn't mean that you'll let those devour your real self. Work for change. And I guess everything will follow. So much about fixing a broken mirror. *sigh</div>Gladeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459244868002775233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867038503273050879.post-88652833414711857022010-06-12T03:13:00.000-07:002012-04-22T11:47:51.620-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif2MX2nIUHsAh5Kr6FrEbWPwJNtt7MRbltnhBVpYSPMHW6EwAxN7gIo0ouFR3fvKnZrVQFMHvdmX84CXgUIibgiUCvvC71llrJD3uR7dvDAHsxyi9OAyfpprFuRmvOYpy7ms_izWDqWrQG/s1600/31092_134725293206061_100000057741065_358953_7507823_n.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562001010808141522" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif2MX2nIUHsAh5Kr6FrEbWPwJNtt7MRbltnhBVpYSPMHW6EwAxN7gIo0ouFR3fvKnZrVQFMHvdmX84CXgUIibgiUCvvC71llrJD3uR7dvDAHsxyi9OAyfpprFuRmvOYpy7ms_izWDqWrQG/s400/31092_134725293206061_100000057741065_358953_7507823_n.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
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A picture to conclude an awesome 2 days with my friends before classes start. :)</div>Gladeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459244868002775233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867038503273050879.post-47588570802417190922010-03-18T10:05:00.000-07:002010-07-05T05:26:30.941-07:00Wish I was her.. No one in particular.Always knew that when we said goodbye<br />It wouldn't last forever<br />Always thought that I'd run into you<br />And we'd get back together........<br /><br />Now you're here<br />Just like I imagined<br />But never once did it cross my mind<br />That you could move on.......<br /><br />You've found someone<br />It breaks my heart<br />Cuz you're so in love<br /><br />[Chorus]<br />I wish that my touch<br />Makes you smile just like that<br />And I wish that I had you<br />the way that she has<br />Cuz I still remember the love<br />I left behind<br />Oh I wish I was her<br />And you were mine<br /><br />I think somebody's tryin' to talk to me<br />But I can't hear a word they're saying<br />All I can do is stare at you<br />I don't even know why I'm staying<br />Never thought, I'd cry to see you Happy Its Just I Thought that your happiness<br />Was right here with me<br /><br />I know we're through<br />It's no use<br />Still I can't help but feel......<br /><br />There's no place on earth<br />That I'd rather be (rather be)<br />Cuz I still remember the love<br />I left behind<br />Oh I wish I was her<br />And you were mine<br /><br />I used to be right beside you (oh no)<br />Now I'm not even kept inside your heart (oh no)<br />I put our love upon a shadow<br />But now it's gone<br />Cuz you belong to someone else.......<br /><br /><br />~some song stuck in my head then again.Gladeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459244868002775233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867038503273050879.post-16463549957707110382010-03-03T02:59:00.000-08:002010-07-05T05:11:17.629-07:00Never check your phone for the time.A lot of things had kept me preoccupied for the past days. School stuff as usual. Nothing new. Yet, other things get me even busier. I'm sponsoring this certain person for his Days weekend. OH gosh. I had to cut a couple of my classes just to finish everything! 2 more days. Crap. I'm running out of time! Somebody help meeee! :(<br /><br /><br />Today isn't my day. My phone just got confiscated. Oh crap. Perfect timing. Can I die now?Gladeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459244868002775233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867038503273050879.post-59825427843374894832010-03-02T02:30:00.000-08:002010-04-11T02:59:06.253-07:00In the brink of random consciousness<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUJjFG9MCV-gz870S1Msr-kfH7_lTpfzExCNQDCOGUZbgqZ0MKCBOcVpS-xBSrGyN3a5_vEkCbdXhKRTdk9flT2cLsxRgsrEDGqeG5I4iEgfStF733oyjEM1NomzLP1zLljc9lgEMiFFv6/s1600/Picture+019.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUJjFG9MCV-gz870S1Msr-kfH7_lTpfzExCNQDCOGUZbgqZ0MKCBOcVpS-xBSrGyN3a5_vEkCbdXhKRTdk9flT2cLsxRgsrEDGqeG5I4iEgfStF733oyjEM1NomzLP1zLljc9lgEMiFFv6/s400/Picture+019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458816951575403442" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">"Choice tore us apart but Destiny will bring us together."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Gladeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459244868002775233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867038503273050879.post-90673082775329054462010-03-01T22:35:00.000-08:002010-04-10T22:54:02.789-07:00Criticisms can't put me down.<div style="text-align: center;">"Criticism may not be agreeable, but it is necessary. It fulfills the same function as pain in the human body. It calls attention to an unhealthy state of things." </div><div style="text-align: center;">-Winston Churchill</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>*And so it is. I should take criticisms constructively, right? :) Like what they say, You can never put a good woman down! Weee. :D</i></div>Gladeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459244868002775233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867038503273050879.post-84064188602649510172010-02-26T19:56:00.000-08:002010-04-10T22:28:36.720-07:00Behind what my eyes can see.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaFORbA6wXki9VB_O1xZvmumNw0KxUaecRGIuQDWfBg-rWIimsK9cPO1wR74IYW4Us_ScaDQV8HtaBsO-5twtfARgxPi2wuRDREseZCjOyQ70uwh3yvJtuYoGwXZYLRjqcwuZ9ff2IeK91/s1600/IMG-3144.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaFORbA6wXki9VB_O1xZvmumNw0KxUaecRGIuQDWfBg-rWIimsK9cPO1wR74IYW4Us_ScaDQV8HtaBsO-5twtfARgxPi2wuRDREseZCjOyQ70uwh3yvJtuYoGwXZYLRjqcwuZ9ff2IeK91/s400/IMG-3144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458746888977654290" /></a><i><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Photo credits: Raf Villarica</span></i></span></div></i><div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">My eyes were able to see never before seen realities of life today. I may not be able to describe verbatim how I truly felt as my sight ran through the whole vicinity of the mental institution. I barely imagine the possibility that the patients will get better with that environment they are in. Here's the thing: How in the world will a mentally challenged person get well when in fact, he/she is surrounded with people of the same status? Geez. I need to have a good grasp of the logic behind this.</span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">BF celebrated Jem's birthday also today. A surprise for her at Benavides, dinner at Sicilian and a fun and funny photo-op after. Great day! :)</span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JEREMY GILE! :D</span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ZUuMe-ubc3mrUwvXMbMe7OvGBe8P1omZ9PYa4kyBusj_smLf5OcR8QVieY3iCrVkZwu4s-diotZq5M_Mf5OfPF9t955zmHRo08KfOK9KCMG0_6GF8tie4sZdtR5uHz-784d0yT6PqfzU/s1600/P2262850a.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ZUuMe-ubc3mrUwvXMbMe7OvGBe8P1omZ9PYa4kyBusj_smLf5OcR8QVieY3iCrVkZwu4s-diotZq5M_Mf5OfPF9t955zmHRo08KfOK9KCMG0_6GF8tie4sZdtR5uHz-784d0yT6PqfzU/s400/P2262850a.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458746879007228514" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkM_Hp8F3mFYFiYBgtorMf9d4GO8WDM_Ffob6PQmAZJ3qTJTR2HdTkEwvyxhsW95RRxFHIvQwcoOwiBxQOy4KfziV8dHFfVsFHbW6TNSl7ePCkMUZYxFnhJH7zAr3R6K2bU5eHIeQbafl3/s1600/P2262784.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkM_Hp8F3mFYFiYBgtorMf9d4GO8WDM_Ffob6PQmAZJ3qTJTR2HdTkEwvyxhsW95RRxFHIvQwcoOwiBxQOy4KfziV8dHFfVsFHbW6TNSl7ePCkMUZYxFnhJH7zAr3R6K2bU5eHIeQbafl3/s400/P2262784.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458746876393915762" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieySHXuwo1B-GMAc8UEVV9M66E-nry6Yn8woctrH20NcCHtfgl-0bFiY_w1khDwO_TvBcjMAhEyj88KB8-4UWQeqk0TeLyFKGIOpUMZnL-88r6SRyDR2hCAru9jvNw0Ed4kekA2XBTypKy/s1600/P2262830.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieySHXuwo1B-GMAc8UEVV9M66E-nry6Yn8woctrH20NcCHtfgl-0bFiY_w1khDwO_TvBcjMAhEyj88KB8-4UWQeqk0TeLyFKGIOpUMZnL-88r6SRyDR2hCAru9jvNw0Ed4kekA2XBTypKy/s400/P2262830.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458746872269686882" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_vxUpROKoGURhU6itkOW6KMSvSL5esMfo7VS0CgG93mOScQkWnIYclgeDJEkwEJ10tXmkYDrg-yo8SRm5wDtd5xlrjaXIeGM3R9N-C7-6XycmW9RiQ6Im94fr4aWr0F5I0681_ugfx0ye/s1600/P2262804.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_vxUpROKoGURhU6itkOW6KMSvSL5esMfo7VS0CgG93mOScQkWnIYclgeDJEkwEJ10tXmkYDrg-yo8SRm5wDtd5xlrjaXIeGM3R9N-C7-6XycmW9RiQ6Im94fr4aWr0F5I0681_ugfx0ye/s400/P2262804.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458746868038759634" /></a></div>Gladeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459244868002775233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867038503273050879.post-77589615249599124882010-02-22T19:08:00.000-08:002010-04-05T19:56:17.545-07:00Greenwoods welcomes BF<div><div style="text-align: center; ">In what better way to celebrate your special day with the people closest to your heart?--Overnight stay! :D</div><div style="text-align: center; ">MIA: Pauline. :(</div><div style="text-align: center; ">SOULMATE, CUPCAKE, ANAK, DUDE, CHUM, HON, PARTNER, BUDDY, MY THERAPIST, SEATMATE, SADNESS COLLECTOR, CHEER GIVER:</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Thank you so much! You guys rock! Much love! ♥</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ03T3CNQJNHF1iQ7DA5vV0qUNOQEiAfQ3Dr-Dis4Eo-BHGyK7c58xEnw9FlNJiPi4wutbYW9JsNKCwCUpl8JriIxCcgn6yoDPE9sDoLx6KHgbtGwMMhawkA-5Skqq33hqLveTXj8Idn_Z/s1600/DSC04741.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ03T3CNQJNHF1iQ7DA5vV0qUNOQEiAfQ3Dr-Dis4Eo-BHGyK7c58xEnw9FlNJiPi4wutbYW9JsNKCwCUpl8JriIxCcgn6yoDPE9sDoLx6KHgbtGwMMhawkA-5Skqq33hqLveTXj8Idn_Z/s320/DSC04741.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456852464907588178" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc17zD9SXbcpRRdtcv-bzDuIG7KCiLVp4EjRKktG52FhaMEAmTdtRYtzBHjCWQQ7zvFRetVnYPVoe6a1eMf4Ye9Wjvmmn5AkZNNHP1zrJlcvfIMwbPilku0o_65vw37-A4LIBpNJIvkykR/s1600/P2222598.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO0cSqhD4pQYSN7pDY6b7zACneThqwA80wt5qVF1GO7M2L38RZ_ZmnT30LVPItgYPksR6XIP9XeXxwKHZvsjNrBIfcdh5C1zOe0NMxzKlLwJxQ1RLyxl8kLLra-Q88gC8uYODapw2QcUig/s400/DSC09012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456838154141789506" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Another complete shot with my crew. :) </div><div style="text-align: center;">A night of head-banging music and picture perfect fun.</div>Gladeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459244868002775233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867038503273050879.post-9597790242927207402010-02-16T09:54:00.000-08:002010-04-05T18:54:10.632-07:00Unfinished business ties you to the past.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRFTc7LhaT4M-I_5G0qgKs5h016VhvgII2-o2ON8Lo5AO1vplzumLvn7oLPz-Br537OV-cdp98OvO95QApFSVh_xiWte0h3QK5wL5h9VF7SX4_uqUSpXSONdEHYkbZ-IjvlE1NidSzMPsd/s1600/emo.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRFTc7LhaT4M-I_5G0qgKs5h016VhvgII2-o2ON8Lo5AO1vplzumLvn7oLPz-Br537OV-cdp98OvO95QApFSVh_xiWte0h3QK5wL5h9VF7SX4_uqUSpXSONdEHYkbZ-IjvlE1NidSzMPsd/s320/emo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456836798062571090" /></a><div>I've heard much on how truth can possibly set you free. I never questioned this statement the moment I heard it first time. As a matter of fact, I totally believed it.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have been holding back truths from the longest time. Keeping my mouth shut on certain issues which I consider less important than the present. And what do you know, Today, for the nth time, I got my heart to speak once more. </div><div><br /></div><div>So tell me now, How can I possibly forget dealing with the past when in fact, the presence of unfinished business lingers? </div>Gladeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459244868002775233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867038503273050879.post-82483806386570895352010-02-15T18:31:00.000-08:002010-03-26T18:47:31.179-07:00How come I get all the sad parts?Yes, you're hell right. You're being too selfish...Gladeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459244868002775233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867038503273050879.post-56876389783000864542010-02-14T10:10:00.000-08:002010-03-26T18:22:02.483-07:00If I can only stop the time, I will...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQANFbV8EltYiSgmT76jrG47IlH1owFJAi0OG31J0iOShPkG5BbTVnGSpPKICXUiPOcBkx35HxpRLIANVlby4Az61rhEJ8N8u7iJwPj9PiUtMuDhE8G23ufIwnE091TC8SD2pDPRp_a8P-/s1600-h/DSC06876.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQANFbV8EltYiSgmT76jrG47IlH1owFJAi0OG31J0iOShPkG5BbTVnGSpPKICXUiPOcBkx35HxpRLIANVlby4Az61rhEJ8N8u7iJwPj9PiUtMuDhE8G23ufIwnE091TC8SD2pDPRp_a8P-/s400/DSC06876.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450023903949159922" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">As the day came to a close, </div><div style="text-align: center;">I thought I was in a dream.</div><div style="text-align: center;">A breathtaking dream.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't want to open my eyes now.</div><div style="text-align: center;">'Coz in opening my eyes, there's an end.</div><div style="text-align: center;">An end to an exceptional feel </div><div style="text-align: center;">Of happiness.</div>Gladeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459244868002775233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867038503273050879.post-9843548496836665402010-02-10T08:14:00.000-08:002010-03-14T12:37:44.574-07:00A hard kicking on the back was all it took...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL4mBVLMUGOFwqu05PEQYGS9tWOd3iat8DQT2YEQteCCoe-rrq6_oGtU_psl662o1ox7YI8YKHLppC1x-jwRCsZGIa9vKSiljgCgR1uMJ0QLgybFntfXXtWZKZFN758FfXnSCxwFSEXLka/s1600-h/DSC06271.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL4mBVLMUGOFwqu05PEQYGS9tWOd3iat8DQT2YEQteCCoe-rrq6_oGtU_psl662o1ox7YI8YKHLppC1x-jwRCsZGIa9vKSiljgCgR1uMJ0QLgybFntfXXtWZKZFN758FfXnSCxwFSEXLka/s400/DSC06271.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448575668239198034" /></a>Things are totally different now. Slowly, reality is beginning to sink in. One day, I just woke up and everything's preposterous--my system, my mind, my time, my emotions, my body clock, my routine. Gaaaah. How could a day feel far worse than seeing myself walk into an open manhole? <div><br /></div><div>A kick on the back was just what I badly needed. Thanks to a few concerned friends who deeply knew how it feels to be treated like crap, I've came to realize handpicked lessons in life that the corners of the classroom can't practically offer me. </div><div><br /></div><div>As I speak, I'm getting worse.</div>Gladeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459244868002775233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867038503273050879.post-72277670481319657442010-02-08T09:13:00.000-08:002010-03-11T08:13:52.102-08:00Writing your sorrows can be possibly hard.Apparently, these passed few days, I can't seem to write the simplest words to describe my complex sentiments. I've been dying to write an entry, yet the moment my fingers get to feel the surface of each key, my mind suddenly runs poverish. The passed days have brought me much negativity. It was like when God showered Earth with all the good things, and there I was standing and staring blankly as each boon falls down the sky. In the end, I was empty handed; caught nothing but remnants of dust and dead air. <div><br /></div><div>Writing all your sorrows shouldn't be as hard as writing your happiness. But at this point, neither can be considered easy. I don't want to end up sounding like I'll be attempting to jump off a cliff or something because of the overload of downbeat emotions. Better keep it as light as I can possibly could. So, to get things straight: </div><div><br /></div><div>Glad is awfully sad. :(</div>Gladeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459244868002775233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867038503273050879.post-30885882366068741542010-02-05T08:07:00.000-08:002010-02-23T08:37:17.984-08:00Dealing with everyday has never been this bad.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Each day is plain suicide. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Gladeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459244868002775233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867038503273050879.post-50582744824666286092010-02-03T07:27:00.000-08:002010-02-23T07:44:29.960-08:00And so, this marks the end.<div><div>There's really so much about life that I find it hard to believe. Ironies which deeply challenge how far my comprehension can take. Reality checks on its constant necessity. As of this moment, I don't know exactly what to feel. My mind's one messed up crap as I write. I've never felt this bad in my entire lifetime. Guilt surfaced my consciousness, regret followed thereafter. The subtle words buoyed on my stream of understanding, refusing to sink in. Was that foreal? Did it really happen? Or was I in some sort of a bad dream? I cannot care less. Something new just started, and now, believe it or not, it suddenly came to a halt, it's over. Things breezed through me so fast that I haven't felt its existence. Like how a bullet swiftly cuts through thin air in split seconds. I am left suspended, on the brink, empty.</div></div>Gladeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459244868002775233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867038503273050879.post-12835567938657016462010-02-01T06:05:00.001-08:002010-02-01T06:52:47.192-08:00The strings ain't unlimited. It'll come to an end.It's time like this that I just want to zap my brain to stop thinking on so much things. I'm starting to grow tired of it. <i>Nakakapagod na talaga</i>. :( I don't know how long my patience and understanding will last, but as far as I'm concerned, it's slowly reaching its limit. Please don't drain me. Take it easy on pulling the strings, aight? I don't want to end up empty. :(<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">---</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">~<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Okay. So much about the drama. XD</span></i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> thanks to a good soul though, </span></i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">my good sense finally came back. Lol. :))</span></i></div>Gladeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459244868002775233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867038503273050879.post-81218854438175989832010-01-31T06:41:00.000-08:002010-01-31T06:49:21.039-08:00Do whatever you want; it's your life in the first place.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgByhwha_ujfF31e8LP3QadYlgictXYKTrgFQzY9NAp7tHFGFaFJx2UEfXFodKgYEvd821tF4iJo5UmBE5AeTowT89gMVcmK2XLm-sW4zvotwH34t2mfLjC3EFq_6FLG2extyw43Jlpc_XV/s1600-h/DSC06130.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgByhwha_ujfF31e8LP3QadYlgictXYKTrgFQzY9NAp7tHFGFaFJx2UEfXFodKgYEvd821tF4iJo5UmBE5AeTowT89gMVcmK2XLm-sW4zvotwH34t2mfLjC3EFq_6FLG2extyw43Jlpc_XV/s400/DSC06130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432914563514499154" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">THIS should clearly describe my current state.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">nakakainis na nakakaiyak</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">T.T</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Gladeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459244868002775233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867038503273050879.post-65911173171265729332010-01-29T13:36:00.000-08:002010-01-29T14:44:44.012-08:00I can't name the wrong.Matters of reality have been filling up my mind these passed few days. I don't know exactly if things are on its line of track or are in need of dire fixing. I'm sure of one thing though: I am not happy. Feelings of uncertainty and doubt dress my good sense. And it pains me to know that these would eventually trigger an even worse sentiment. I don't want to end up to that, seriously. God knows how I am dreadfully sorry for messing up. Now, it must have been <i>Karma </i>getting back at me. I am afraid.Gladeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459244868002775233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867038503273050879.post-12125578108619306432010-01-26T09:08:00.000-08:002010-01-26T09:29:00.072-08:00Distance NEVER is security.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtqolhzoLYV8PhxG2GTFDkAncoIbIlAeoD7lH60QZDK4-0mURC2cZ98qLKFRSMEYw1Ba8c7SMCdgw1Az_5v7Gd46UsKS3HXHglqhD9pGqJtfzWf2pipkRZASdfTaMyWUs-Dn971T8DbUu5/s1600-h/012608-238.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtqolhzoLYV8PhxG2GTFDkAncoIbIlAeoD7lH60QZDK4-0mURC2cZ98qLKFRSMEYw1Ba8c7SMCdgw1Az_5v7Gd46UsKS3HXHglqhD9pGqJtfzWf2pipkRZASdfTaMyWUs-Dn971T8DbUu5/s400/012608-238.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431098512252100978" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">You are <b>so near</b>, yet <b>so far</b>. *sigh</div>Gladeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459244868002775233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867038503273050879.post-22050671504262243252010-01-25T06:52:00.000-08:002010-01-25T07:19:48.847-08:00It'll be just a sec.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I badly want to get to know what's inside your head...</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Will you ever let me? </i></div>Gladeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459244868002775233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867038503273050879.post-13425411014721359542010-01-23T08:15:00.000-08:002010-01-23T08:23:08.002-08:00There's no such thing as "gaining sleep"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMy7NcZ5RZBxqlM1IkmVj640-AubA0gSR2fZqAGeDAT7zyTqPgO5zgd0NbQv8ZX5tg2_zTefqhTLIXVEPasJSBPPV7JNfLH6GHlxyyQXev9EuR_K8C9K_LH5sbVQCmijctIJ9o4gJzQusD/s1600-h/P1222331.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMy7NcZ5RZBxqlM1IkmVj640-AubA0gSR2fZqAGeDAT7zyTqPgO5zgd0NbQv8ZX5tg2_zTefqhTLIXVEPasJSBPPV7JNfLH6GHlxyyQXev9EuR_K8C9K_LH5sbVQCmijctIJ9o4gJzQusD/s400/P1222331.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429971299147451298" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><a href="http://hannalia.multiply.com/">Photo by: Hanna Garcia</a></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I had some serious sleeping today. 12 hours. Lol. xD</div>Gladeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459244868002775233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867038503273050879.post-67891329526886738472010-01-22T19:21:00.000-08:002010-01-23T22:20:56.573-08:00I shall mark my calendar 22.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmlJ9Ka7DPVp01LfziuO9uPiiftiHkkXbTF3uSTwMdNt3h7xUM2GD-HaPJK6RQh9LjBavXI8wH0_saW_D1xPMnNPQhMHqQaf0RAR7nOHJpzpYYaPgPfCuYcXV_lKN_Iq18Qmdyhij4x1ZY/s1600-h/P1212287.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmlJ9Ka7DPVp01LfziuO9uPiiftiHkkXbTF3uSTwMdNt3h7xUM2GD-HaPJK6RQh9LjBavXI8wH0_saW_D1xPMnNPQhMHqQaf0RAR7nOHJpzpYYaPgPfCuYcXV_lKN_Iq18Qmdyhij4x1ZY/s400/P1212287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430175390707770594" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Fun coupled with spontaneity never seizes to leave me hanging by the moment and breathless.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>The prelims week had me locked up in with a bunch of pending pages to be read, all-nighters and solitary confinements. And I'm glad, all those just came to an end. Alrighty! :) And what better way to conclude such a taxing week?--overnight booze! xD</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>At first, I wasn't really planning on coming. I haven't told my folks about this over night thing, so I've set my mind that they wouldn't allow me. Just to try my luck out, I did ask. And guess what? They permitted me to go. Right on! :D</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Meme, Hannee, Jessee and I spent the rest of the afternoon waiting for Jem's return. She had to grab a few things back home for the overnight. I got a bit dismayed though when Ruthee and Rejie weren't able to come due to some unexpected circumstances. In the end, only the 6 of us successfully pushed through with the sleepover--Jeca, Hanna, Jem, Meme, Marko and I.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Some friends invited us over at Balay for a few shots. It was fun seeing my friends loosen things up a bit after days of serious studying. :)) Leaving the place, after effects of alcohol found its way through our systems. Personally, I started being a loud mouth. Lol. xD</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>The stench of smoke fastened itself to our uniforms and hair unbearably that we had to roll the windows down. With Marko's hasty driving, it wasn't a bad idea really especially when the cool breeze of the Thursday night touched my skin. It helped the kick lower down a bit, surprisingly. :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Playing Band hero was the first thing we did upon entering Meme's haven. After a few hits from the drums and some rocking strums from the guitar, mixing drinks was my next target. (At this point, Kuya Paul was already present. Driving all the way from QC. An addition to the team :D) Meme and I grabbed everything we can from the kitchen--tequila, the bar, iced tea powder, pitcher, shot glass, plastic cups, ice and some RC cola. With a little trial and error, we did end up concocting a very unusual mix we called 3 in 1--Iced tea and Cola with a mix of Tequila! Lol. :)) Not bad for first timers. Haha!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>As the night grew deeper and the team started getting all drunk, we played truth or dare. Oh boy, I seriously wanted to backed out from this one. Me and my big mouth! I shouldn't have proposed playing this in the first place. Revelations and secrets divulged. Questions raised were tight! And so were the dares. I choose not to elaborate on those though. Lol.</div><div><br /><div>Paul had to leave at around 2-ish. And so the session had to end since Paul was leaving, Meme, Jessee and Hannee were all red and drunk and Jemee was sleepy. They each found a place to rest their heads and finally went to a slumber. Marko on the other hand, had to leave by 6am. Sleeping wasn't his option. Or else, he wouldn't be able to get up and leave exactly by 6. We then talked the night out.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Friday was a lethargic day. For starters, I got to buy only an hour of sleep. The breakfast was quite long. 2 hours to be exact. Shrimps, the night's happenings and BF secrets pretty much dominated the conversation. It was funny how each one had a side of the story to share boldly, without hesitating. I guess 'twas the hangover's fault. Lol. :))</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>For lunch, we had pizza and spicy wings! Yum yum! Plus, we did had a chance to make a really cool song. :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Again, for the nth time: </div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Why plan when spontaneity can totally fix it?</b></i> xD</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizPpHrJ5oxkpf0-0P0xcWFLEN89yD1JhgM8Nbio8OlotOvwVH8ZDtJjHkwOMQQxgOSlqtjMhyphenhyphenXKP1iU1nMKpsUDhnTypX1IeZ5-iWNdzVXvh_VFqvGSTNhg62y2NqMh0hEkViXWFdEadIC/s400/P1222356.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429967608417043986" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-size:x-small;"><a href="http://hannalia.multiply.com/">Photo credits: Hanna Garcia</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center; "><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">~the start of something new. :)~</span></b></i></div></div></div>Gladeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459244868002775233noreply@blogger.com2