... malapit na.

Naayos ko na po ang mga broken link pictures... just doing some last minute things before the BIG move.

Update nga pala, na-migrate ko na yung 141 entries out of 150+ entries. I didn't include the other ones because its all tabulers-layout-specific.

I'm not too keen on my 'other' layout because I have to use the free account stuff. Hopefully my part-time rakets can foot the bill for a paid account

Even though part of my existence is protesting to such a move... I have decided to close shop and move on to new(er) space.

Hear my echoes, reborn as rep1ayed.

I'll be checking this blog once in a while... mostly to keep in contact with whoever.

To love or be loved... people ask which of the two they'd rather be.

I have always been loved... and the challenge to me would be to find myself loving someone; that is To love!. I have yet to find someone whom I can sing the following song to...

Sana'y Wala Nang Wakas
Sharon Cuneta

Sana'y wala nang wakas
Kung pag-ibig ay wagas
Paglalambing sa 'yong piling
Ay ligaya kong walang kahambing
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As I jumped off the building...

(Click here for the images...)

Philosophy can never be studied. It is not an academic exercise that aims to arm people with knowledge. It is not a tome or a treasure trove of answers.

It is a way of life, a particular way of existence that seeks to find answers to the questions that we ask. Questions that give birth to more questions. A process seemingly futile yet engages even the most shallow of us.

I had been thinking and contemplating about Freedom earlier. I do not remember what had sparked myself into such introspection but it had just happened - just as nature decreed.

Freedom for me is the absence of oneself in the eyes of the others. It is similar to losing one's identity - the identity as known by the others. It is similar to being the stranger to others; the anonimity created by non-familiarity.

I long for freedom - to walk the earth without piercing stares, the shrieks, and the EGOS.

Then again... fuck the stares, the shrieks, and the EGOS.

eleven minutes - paulo coelho kitchie nadal's album
I always had the notion that Tuesdays are the pinaka-alanganin days of the week. It's way too early to say that the weeks ending but discouraging to say that the week just started (that's what Mondays are for). Hence my apathy-bordering-on-aversion for Tuesdays.

But today is (was) different. I had planned to watch House of Flying Daggers yesterday late evening. I made sure that some movie houses would still be showing it since it has been running for quite some time. Thanks to clickthecity.com for their trusty movie schedules as they enabled me to watch at Robinsons Metro East.

Shi Mian Mai Fu (House of Flying Daggers)

There was a rare beauty in the North
The finest lady on earth
(continue the quote...)

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PN: What is common to all men (and women) is the fact that we are all weak a fragile. It's just sad that instead of helping each other out, some find false happiness in other peoples' misery, fragility, and weakness. What is even more sad is the fact that these people who pick on people are those who are even more fragile and weak, those who need more help and loving.

Yet Another Day
Armin Van Buuren feat. Ray Wilson

Some things disappear inside
Should I try to run away
If I could I would escape you
I won't argue anymore
I have lost the will to be
Hope you don't think I'm ungrateful
Why, why are you laughing?
Is it something that I said?


I don't like this place at all
Makes me wonder what I'm here for
Someone take this pain away
Dying to see another day
And I don't want to be your friend
Or pretend I can fit into
I'm incensed, I'm blown away
Dying to see another day


Close the curtains lock the door
Left my note upon the stair
In hope you wouldn't read it
Fake emotions in my head
Everything I've seen and read
Can't begin to find a reason
Why, why are you laughing?
Is it something that I said?


I don't like this place at all
Makes me wonder what I'm here for
Someone take this pain away
Dying to see another day
And I don't want to be your friend
Or pretend I can fit into
I'm incensed, I'm blown away
Dying to see another day

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From lyricsprovider.com.