Monday, January 29, 2007

   pleasant day!!!!
hi there....

Hey, cloud, don't worry, when we meet, i'll sing that song for you

*hugs*

i hope i'll have a nice day today, i hate tuesdays...
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helllooo
hi there pipz.... hope you had a cool, fun, happy, nice and whatever ecstatic feeling.....weekend...coz i didn't, huhuhu


i kept singing this song, so i won't be blue...

kom se mariga han ji ba yi soh,
apa goom, oma goom, egi goom..
apa goom oh tung tung eh…
oma goom oh na shi ne..
egi goom oh nabugiyawa,
uso uso sarang da! ^^
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Friday, January 26, 2007

   i'm still sleeeeppppyyyy
We half-finished working on our paper last night by 9 pm, then i had a dance practice that ended by 10:45 pm....so i went home by 11 pm. I arrived home past 12 because the cab was so slow...geez, i almost had a catfight with the driver..lol....i continued making the paper and i didn't finish it...it was already 1:30 am!!!!....i have eyebags at the moment...grrr...i woke up 3:45 am, coz i had an early duty today, that's why i'm so sleepy....
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Thursday, January 25, 2007

No need to comment about this
Mi Ultimo Adiós

Original Version by Jose Rizal

Adiós, Patria adorada, región del sol querida,
Perla del Mar de Oriente, nuestro perdido edén,
A darte voy, alegre, la triste, mustia vida;
Y fuera más brillante, más fresca, más florida,
También por ti la diera, la diera por tu bien.

En campos de batalla, luchando con delirio,
Otros te dan sus vidas, sin dudas, sin pesar.
El sitio nada importa: ciprés, laurel o lirio,
Cadalso o campo abierto, combate o cruel martirio.
La mismo es si lo piden la Patria y el hogar.

Yo muero, cuando veo que el cielo se colora
Y al fin anuncia el d ía, tras lóbrego capuz;
Si grana necesitas, para teñir tu aurora,
i Vierte la sangre mia, derrámala en buen hora,
Y dórela un reflejo de su naciente luz!

Mis sueños, cuando apenas muchacho adolescente,
Mis sueños cuando joven, ya lleno de vigor,
Fueron el verte un d ía, joya del Mar de Oriente,
Secos los negros ojos, alta la tersa frente,
Sin ceño, sin arrugas, sin manchas de rubor.

Ensueño de mi vida, mi ardiente vivo anhelo.
i Salud! te grita el alma que pronto va a partir;
i Salud! iah, que es hermoso caer por darte vuelo,
Morir por darte vida, morir bajo tu cielo,
Y en tu encantada tierra la eternidad dormir!

Si sobre mi sepulcro vieres brotar, un d ía,
Entre la espesa yerba, sencilla humilde flor,
Acércala a tus labios y besa el alma m ía,
Y sienta yo en mi frente, bajo la tumba fria,
De tu ternura el soplo, de tu hálito el calor.

Deja a la luna verme, con luz tranquila y uave;
Deja que el alba env íe su resplandor fugaz;
Deja gemir al viento, con su murmullo grave;
Y si desciende y posa sobre mi cruz un ave,
Deja que el ave entone su cántico de paz.

Deja que el sol, ardiendo, las lluvias evapore
Y al cielo tornen puras, con mi clamor en pos;
Deja que un ser ami go mi fin temprano Ilore;
Yen las serenas tardes, cuando por m í alguien ore,
Ora también, oh patria, por mi descanso a Dios.

Ora por todos cuantos murieron sin ventura;
Por cuantos padecieron tormentos sin igual;
Por nuestras pobres madres, que gimen su amargura;
Por huérfanos y viudas, por presos en tortura,
Y ora por ti, que veas tu redención final.

Y cuando, en noche oscura, se envuelva el cementerio,
Y solos sólo muertos queden velando all í,
No turbes su reproso, no turbes el misterio:
Tal vez acordes oigas de c ítara o salterio;
Soy yo, querida Patria, yo que te canto a t í.

Y cuando ya mi tumba, de todos olvidada,
No tenga cruz ni piedra que marquen su lugar,
Deja que la are el hombre, la esparza con la azada,
Y mis cenizas, antes que vuelvan a la nada,
En polvo de tu alfombra que vayan a formar.

Entonces nada importa me pongas en olvido;
Tu atmósfera, tu espacio, tus valles cruzaré;
Vibrante y limpia nota seré para tu oido:
Aroma, luz, colores, rumor, canto, gemido,
Constante repitiendo la esencia de mi fe.

Mi Pátria idolatrada, dolor de mis dolores,
Querida Filipinas, oye el postrer adiós.
Ahi, te dejo todo: mis padres, mis amores.
Voy donde no hay esclavos, verdugos ni opresores;
Donde la fe no mata, donde el que reina es Dios.

Adiós, padres y hermanos, trozos del alma m ía,
Amigos de la infancia, en el perdido hogar;
Dad gracias, que descanso del fatigoso d ía;
Ad íos, dulce extranjera, mi amiga, mi alegr ía;
Adios, queridos seres. Morir es descansar.

José Rizal


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   zzzZZZZ
I'm so sleepy, I slept for 3 hours last night,i wish could just sleep all day and worry about nothing...zzZZZ
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Monday, January 22, 2007

   I love this song!!!!
To The Black Parade

When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said,
"Son when you grow up, will you be the saviour of the broken,
The beaten and the damned?"
He said
"Will you defeat them, your demons, and all the non believers, the plans that they have made?"
Because one day I leave you,
A phantom to lead you in the summer,
To join the black parade."

When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said,
"Son when you grow up, will you be the saviour of the broken,
The beaten and the damned?"

Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me.
And other times I feel like I should go. Through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets.
When you're gone we want you all to know We'll Carry on,
We'll Carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on
Carry on
We'll carry on
And in my heart I cant contain it
The anthem wont explain it.

And we will send you reeling from decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill us all
So paint it black and take it back
Lets shout it loud and clear
Do you fight it to the end
We hear the call to
[ these lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ]

To carry on
We'll carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated You're weary widow marches on

And on we carry through the fears
Ooh oh ohhhh
Disappointed faces of your peers Ooh oh ohhhh
Take a look at me cause
I could not care at all Do or die
You'll never make me
Cause the world, will never take my heart
You can try, you'll never break me
Want it all,
I'm gonna play this part
Wont explain or say i'm sorry
I'm not ashamed,
I'm gonna show my scar
You're the chair, for all the broken Listen here, because it's only..
I'm just a man,
I'm not a hero
Just a boy, who's meant to sing this song
Just a man,
I'm not a hero
I -- don't -- care
Carry on
We'll carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated You're weary widow marches on
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
We'll carry
We'll carry on


It's a li'l sunny today...no rain...alas!!!!!!lol
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Friday, January 19, 2007

hello pipz
I took lee radcliffe's advise, it worked!!!I got a little bunch of money, but, it's better to have something than none, right!? I was planning on buying Ayashi no Ceres or Paradise Kiss, Vision of Escaflowne is tempting..i guess i have to look for more options...
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Tuesday, January 16, 2007

   aaaachooo!!!!
Now, I'm having colds....
grrrr.....
Anyways, i've been trying to buy anime dvd's but i've got no money, so i'm trying find a way I can gain money, i still have no idea, maybe i'll just have to wait till mom's gonna give me my allowance.
oh, well,

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Monday, January 15, 2007

Brrrrr
I really don't like this rainy season. Philippines is bombarded with rain!!!!Brrrr....it's cold.... What annoys me most is that, when I have no class, the sun is shining, i can leisurely spend time downtown, but when I have my regular classes, it rains...from sunrise to sundown.. good thing I have 5 pairs of my uniform. (phew)

Anyways, I've been busy last week, because I'm having my weekly duties. Imagine waking up at 3:00am, spend 8 hours at the area of duty. Our concept now in school is about psychotic patients, in layman's term, "crazy people" as we put it. At first I was scared because I don't know what's going on in their minds, there are patients who are suicidal or homicidal. Imagine yourself facing a patient, saying "There are voices telling me to kill you", what would you do?!, but later on, I find in enjoyable because they say funny stuff, do funny things, it makes you feel like talking to a child and you play with him, i felt pity but I tried not to show it because these people don't need it, they only want someone who listens to them and understands them.
It's a new experience for me.

I hope you guys had an enjoyable week.

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Wednesday, January 10, 2007

   konichiwa!!!!
Hi everyone....
I hope you're all well and fine...

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