this is just perfect...

Do do do, do do do
Do do do, do do do

When boys are just eleven
They begin to grow in height at a fast rate than they have done before
They develop curiosity and start to fantasize
About the things they have never thought of doing before
These dreams are no more harmful than
The usual thoughts that boys have of becoming football stars or millionaires
As long as the distinction between fantasy and fiction remains
It's just a nature walk

It's just the facts of life
There's no master plan
Walk me home from school
I'll let you hold my hand
You're getting ideas
And when you sleep at night
They develop into sweet dreams
It's just the facts of life

A boy sits by the telephone, wanting to call a girl
But not daring to because she might say no
At last he summons up the courage phones
And discovers someone else has asked her first and she's said yes
Now's time to deal with the fear of being rejected
No-one gets through life without being hurt
At this point the boy who's listening to this song
Is probably saying it's easier said than done and it's true

It's just the facts of life
There's no master plan
Walk me home from school
I'll let you hold my hand
You're getting ideas
And when you sleep at night
They develop into sweet dreams
It's just the facts of life

Do do do, do do do
Do do do, do do do

Small-town dating differs from more urban situations
In particular if there's few places to go
Adolescents normally gather in a cafe or an arcade
If they have to almost anywhere will do
A family car, a disused coalmine
A rowing boat or a shed
Experimentation, familiarization
It's all a nature walk

It's just the facts of life
There's no master plan
Walk me home from school
I'll let you hold my hand
You're getting ideas
And when you sleep at night
They develop into sweet dreams
It's just the facts of life
----

Black Box Recorder - Facts of Life

whores of wednesday

sai AKA a.w. - the stariray (how annoying) i hate wanting you!
ods AKA a.h. - big bad meanie nobody's-spared-from-her-wrath queen of comebacks!
lu AKA p.p. - mastermind!
borj AKA q.c. - hyper go-go dancer! lol.
tunac AKA s.p. - sane sane sane gunner!
roky AKA b.g. - bodyguard/serious jester!
lala AKA h.s. - ever absent yet still present!
eg AKA t.d. - director!
elf truly AKA s.b. - certified dork/yuppie-lookin!
others AKA t.r. - the rest.. wahaha!

sembreak 2005 = english-yappin, beer drinking, joyriding, ledge dancing, videoke singing, isaw-puking, crazy stalking, tapsilog hunting, speed yo-ing, high flying (more like slippin on one's vomit), horny badmouthing, sexy dancing(?), i love you-ing, failed badminton attempts, nerd night outs and so much more. pffffffft... good ol' days. even if it meant bad luck on my part, the fun fun fun more than compensates for it!

quoting sai, "i love you guys, forever and ever and ever always.." bwahahaha.. over OA. leche.

ciao now

"Every little thing that you say or do
I'm hung up
I'm hung up on you
Waiting for your call
Baby night and day
I'm fed up
I'm tired of waiting on you"

~you heard that right! (never thought that there'd be a mahorna song that i can relate to) please, dont even bother coz it wont make much difference. i've decided, and there's no changing it.. unless ofcourse.. waha.. really, i quit. i've no time to subject myself to ur dullness and alibis. this might not reach u or u myt think im referrin to another person, i really dont care. call me close-minded, AGAIN - i DONT care. itll be clear soon enough. oh well, sayonara!

i'll give this a shot

waaaaaaaaaah... why am i soooo green-minded these past few days? tubag doo! hehehehe... help. that didnt come out so sincere huh? sheeet. im having too much fun. but im not into whatever it is u readers are thinking.. *evil grin* that is if anyone bothers to read my wretched blog.

do u think the teachers in hogwarts hold a spell to "cure" libog? heck no! (wouldnt want them to have a cure either. wen will we ever read an HP book that's really really "action-packed?" wahoooo) i bet they welcome the "mood," strengthen it, even! and why did i come to this generalization? because i'll be watching HP4's premiere this wednesday! (am i making sense? tubag doo! lol) i cant wait! i pray this'll be a better movie than HP3. darnit! and to think HP3 was my fave book in the series.. what a downer. basta for goblet.. expect the worst and hope for the best. wahoo! ang korni. leche. yes, i swear this much! leche.

oh oh oh, i read madonna's book entitled sex.. twas a damn perverted read. perverted but yummy. shit im no pervert, i swear! (uuuuy, defensive) its just exciting to see a diva toying around with models in scandalous positions. and the lines there were pretty liberating, relative to madonna. there was no real sex there, just mahorna showing off her "erogenous zones." that woman has assets. demn.

come to think of it, the moomoo surfaced after i read the book! *realization* leche... wat a shallow cause... but moomoo doesnt come out after having absorbed sleazy porn-worthy material! yak. there has to be a deeper explanation! brainstorm take me away from the norm.. hahay..

this ermmm... phase will subside soon. it must, or doo and the rest will have to suffer under the moomoo's wrath. scary huh?

i'm tired talking as if i'm doin a monologue.. hahay leche.. sayonara. *flips thru the book again*

samana

had my fill of ale last night. it was no longer fun. hahay... on a happier note, my booze-bud puked. waha! twas fun watching her strain under her stomach's fierce protest to let out every last morsel of that food-beer mush. after that, i got back home and, slept. hahay.. not even alcohol and dreams can save me now i guess. i am human and i need to be.. blank. :P

virgohoro

The Bottom Line:

Things will make sense, just look at the details. The answers are hidden there.

In Detail:

While you have the chance, better plan a totally unexpected, totally impromptu evening alone with your sweetheart, because the way things are shaping up, you may not have that chance again for a bit. A startling -- no amazing and astounding -- message is en route, and you'll have absolutely no idea how good the content of that message will be until it reaches you. Just for now, keep it under wraps. You'll have plenty of time to brag once it's official.

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errrr... come out, come out wherever you are. *sighs*

weeeh

is it my birthday? yahoo! and tomorrow will just be another day.. :(

if only life had reruns

walking past each other you said hello.
with enough courage i spun around
only to muster a faint smile,
and speed away the opposite direction.
you made me feel things i never did,
as if the sky fell hard on me.

its been two weeks since that sunday,
if only gravity held us down
we wouldn't have flown away.

my mind's been on maximum overdrive
so forgive me and my wild imaginings but
i want to drive you away,
i want to share my bench with you,
i want to take you on top of that little hill,
i want you to shake my dreams,
i want you to inhale the breath that reads your name,
i want us to watch the ancient stars explode.

i know i'm pushing my luck but i want you.
don't make me go home just yet, please.
i love you.
i'm not even sure...
but i'm intoxicated by you.

this is for you stranger...
until our next beautiful collision.

lu

beautiful as she is, sadness never spares her. this being the very reason why she continues to be excitable - always flitting to fight her very opponent, ennui. she is gifted with an unwarranted degree of enlightenment but she whispers to you her wicked schemes all in the service of sorting out the ambiguity of life. still in her orchid cocoon, she will bloom soon.

you are the sprite, rapidly zipping about from one fantasia to another. we all anticipate the realization of your beautiful dreams.. only then will mundania cease to subsist and this sphere will become plump with your magic.

live yourself a fairytale and let it be one of the few remaining stories worth talking over a cup of chocolate in a dismal cafe.

the world will forever be yours to pepper with your fairy dust my dear pixie.

:)

my biorhythm's high.. the sky's perfect, with the moon smiling down at me and the stars singing me a symphony of light. this is too much. come and have some..

open-letter

ms. wind,

you once ran through the recesses of the dense leaves that hang just above my window. i can never forget how you sang for me. every night you did in my slumber. you sang in a variety of ways - soft, haunting, deafening, troubling, all intense, never failing to drown me into the depths of my unconscious. but as of late, you are still and i sleep with silent dreams as i long for your majesty.
i yearn for your songs! remember how you hauntingly carressed the leaves, and that rhythmic banging as you rattled the branches on the glass panels? i miss how you toyed with my thoughts and how you masterfully played the trees that loom close by. i miss how you touched me and swallowed me whole with your howling.
where is your touch? your voice? your power? i beg of you to grace me with your beauty. sing me your songs and once again, bring me to reverie because only then can i forget the insincerity of my dreams.
i miss you.

dreamer

happy birthday

i'm happy. if only i could wrap it around my fingers.. keep it there and make it last forever. i love u guys.. i know.. i'm at my crummiest every 12th of september.

lifeboat

after all our dreams went down
sinking for our very eyes
still echoing the sound
oh the frozen dreadful cries

witnessed the passing of our only loves
lose a barrel to the sea
why did you choose my only love
it could of easily been me

but it seems there was some other plan
one i don't care to understand
in the refuge of these foreign arms
i could find your holy land

how can it be that we defy this tragedy
from this lifeboat in the dark
is it wrong that we could come together
wind and sorrow bear a spark

in our soul and desperation
truest thing we'd ever known
but to admit that to have loved, would be blasphemy
just to show we had our ground

----
Lovage

I can manage with just an inner tube, thank you.

greenish

i'm so miserable. my throat's parched, my eyes burn, my nose is very much like a leaking pipe, and my cough sounds like that of a lion choking on a zulu man's head. just when i thought things cant get any worse, i got slapped in my hiney with a post-it which read "IT WILL" in big, bold letters. readying for a semi-autonomous, convulsive expulsion of air from the nose, in the hopes of letting it out in full force AND only to reach a faint sniffle(!?!) is utter TORMENT! not that i feel much but it's the worst physical sensation i've ever felt! next to that is having to swallow a large-volume of congested phlegm in my mouth.. arrrrrrr.. help. *gulp*

finish your papers

look at the universe and take out a slice. yes, you're still an inconsequential part of that chunk of matter. think for a moment and detach yourself from the whole. see yourself in a non-pluralized level. grow bigger than the space given you. gestaltism doesn't work.
the only thing stopping you now from superceding the universe are your pesky assignments. tiny steps boy, steady steps.

yo sai

intrigued.

ethereal visage
deep scarlet eyes
delicate lifeless hands
fangs of ivory
immortal.

cast your spell
enthrall me
hold me
bite me
let me live eternal under the dark of night.

please. your kiss is all it takes to lead me to damnation.

panic

I jumped in and a blast of humid air greeted my descent. Walking away from where I fell, I pushed forward, fully aware that there's no turning back. I mindlessly followed the yellowish glow that hovered ahead of me and along it's path, dark figures took form - skulls, snakes, webs and spiders. The shadows toyed with my imagination. Faster and faster, the light sped forth. Excited, I quickened my pace. Not fast enough. I stopped to breathe hard but a nauseating plethora of strange scents deterred me from doing so. Falling short on breath, I took my time, slowly advancing deeper into the darkness, unfazed. With every step, the walls pushed down on me, up until I was on all fours, with my face close to the ground. Up, down, up, down, i climbed. Drained of energy and drenched in my own sweat, panic finally hit me with its lethal blow. It pushed me to surrender as I lay there, frozen. Trapped. And yet down to my very last breath, I knew there was hope and it didnt take long for my silent prayer to be answered. As if on cue, that familiar glow materialized and washed away the fear that surfaced in its absence. Saved, i lurched straight towards it. But no matter how hard I tried to get close, it just floated on, oblivious of my eager pursuit. That went on and on until a fierce light swallowed us both.

It's official, I'm a cave-crawler.

the greatest of fools

finding convenience in what's convenient for someone else is madness so why compromise? simply because you are compelled to, as if the universe itself pushes you to know what it means to be human in its very essence.
resist or fight if you must but in time you will become one with the rest of them, fools. but there are greater fools, those who do not see the arrows sticking out of their shell. the greatest of which, runs all the while knowing its bound to get caught. that's who i am.
will i tire of this you ask? will i sip that dreaded cup of insanity just like the rest of them?
not just yet.

ice

i want crystals to fall and shatter on the ground as the cold eats away at my bare feet. when?

feeling

    who says im not capable? i see it all too often without having to be inside the bubble and that alone makes me a candidate for having an unbiased opinion. phenomology. give me some credit. but then again, i want to understand, and to fully understand one must experience. so let me be a hypocrite in saying this, i want to be biased.
    when will i ever give myself the chance to be irrational and lose my struggle for rationality? to subject myself to the rawest of its forms, surrender, and ultimately revel in emotions.