The weird thing is ME.

zI opened my second YM account and saw an unfamiliar name that appeared. I don't know him, and he has no clue for who I am but I guess, he's too gentle to talk to a stranger (me) as nice as that.

Here's what we talked about.

I decided to post it because I found it funny. How we reacted on our visibility. We were like in a"Who are you?" stage. But yet, though we never really found out who on the other line was, it's a good thing, we both enjoyed leaving a room for us to get to know each other.


josh_navarro2000 (11:28:39): hello
yhuki_anne (11:28:44): do i know you?
yhuki_anne (11:28:45): HAHA
josh_navarro2000 (11:29:13): i dont know
josh_navarro2000 (11:29:16): haha
josh_navarro2000 (11:29:19): you added me
josh_navarro2000 (11:29:22): :P
yhuki_anne (11:29:25): really?
yhuki_anne (11:29:27): HAHA
josh_navarro2000 (11:30:00): yeah
josh_navarro2000 (11:30:00): :))
josh_navarro2000 (11:30:05): so, who's this?
yhuki_anne (11:30:41): i don't know if i know you.. and i'm not sure if you do know me.. HAHA. am i confusing you?
yhuki_anne (11:30:44): =))
josh_navarro2000 (11:30:53): ok?!
josh_navarro2000 (11:30:54): :))
josh_navarro2000 (11:31:13): so, where'd you get my ym?:))
yhuki_anne (11:31:32): i don't know. i guess i left my brain somewhere.
yhuki_anne (11:31:35): :))
yhuki_anne (11:31:43): i have contacts i really don't know
josh_navarro2000 (11:31:43): :))
josh_navarro2000 (11:31:46): niiice
josh_navarro2000 (11:31:47): :P
josh_navarro2000 (11:31:53): haha
yhuki_anne (11:32:00): 'i guess my brother's been hacking my YM.
yhuki_anne (11:32:03): i don't know
yhuki_anne (11:32:04): HAHA
yhuki_anne (11:32:10): i don't have any clue..
yhuki_anne (11:32:12): do you?
yhuki_anne (11:32:13): HAHA
yhuki_anne (11:32:15): =))
josh_navarro2000 (11:33:16): :))
josh_navarro2000 (11:33:19): tsk
yhuki_anne (11:33:20): so, what's your name anyway?
josh_navarro2000 (11:33:29): anyway, who's this?
josh_navarro2000 (11:33:33): josh
josh_navarro2000 (11:33:34): :)
josh_navarro2000 (11:33:34): you?
yhuki_anne (11:33:38): yuki
yhuki_anne (11:33:39): :)
josh_navarro2000 (11:34:02): oh..
josh_navarro2000 (11:34:09): what school?
yhuki_anne (11:34:32): well, i'm in csi. here in laguna. actually. you?
josh_navarro2000 (11:34:51): oh..
josh_navarro2000 (11:34:53): lsgh
josh_navarro2000 (11:34:55): :)
yhuki_anne (11:34:57): ow.
yhuki_anne (11:34:58): i see
yhuki_anne (11:35:22): i planned to enroll at la salle, but i guess i'll poersue my UP
yhuki_anne (11:35:23): HAHA
yhuki_anne (11:35:24): :))
yhuki_anne (11:35:33): *persue
josh_navarro2000 (11:36:10): oh...
josh_navarro2000 (11:36:21): so, you're in 4th year na?
yhuki_anne (11:36:25): yeah
yhuki_anne (11:36:26): you?
josh_navarro2000 (11:37:00): im in 3rd year
josh_navarro2000 (11:37:01): haha
yhuki_anne (11:37:05): ow
yhuki_anne (11:37:10): i see
yhuki_anne (11:37:26): where do you plan taking college?
josh_navarro2000 (11:37:50): ateneo
josh_navarro2000 (11:37:52): :>
josh_navarro2000 (11:37:53): :))
yhuki_anne (11:37:57): awts
yhuki_anne (11:38:18): the exam there is purely about english
yhuki_anne (11:38:19): :)
josh_navarro2000 (11:40:40): i know right
josh_navarro2000 (11:40:42): super
josh_navarro2000 (11:40:44): ugh
josh_navarro2000 (11:40:48): :))
yhuki_anne (11:40:59): yeah
yhuki_anne (11:41:01): :)
yhuki_anne (11:41:10): so, you're from?
yhuki_anne (11:41:12): again?
josh_navarro2000 (11:41:28): lasalle
josh_navarro2000 (11:41:29): :)
josh_navarro2000 (11:41:35): anyway, gtg
josh_navarro2000 (11:41:42): nice meeting ya!
josh_navarro2000 (11:41:43): ;)
yhuki_anne (11:41:46): yeah
yhuki_anne (11:41:47): sure
yhuki_anne (11:41:58): do you have any like, friendster?
josh_navarro2000 (11:42:08): yeah
josh_navarro2000 (11:42:17): josh_navarro2000@yahoo.com
josh_navarro2000 (11:42:19): :D
josh_navarro2000 (11:42:26): or, multiply
josh_navarro2000 (11:42:34): sound3p.multiply.com
josh_navarro2000 (11:42:37): :D
josh_navarro2000 (11:42:42): ok, gtg
josh_navarro2000 (11:42:43):
yhuki_anne (11:42:44): sure. i'll add you.
josh_navarro2000 (11:42:45): bye!:)
yhuki_anne (11:42:48): bye


Perhaps, this event taught me that the

world isn't just revolving around ME.

That there's too much to explore outside my boundary. There are people out there, having their own business in life, and yet, i don't realized it.


Maybe, I could say now that the world is really small. Though you may be in the other part of it, there's still a way of you to communicate.


And there where the famous proverb would enter
"If there's a will, there's a WAY."


I wish each of my friends has that will after our grad.


NO, scratch that.


I believe they already HAVE. :)







March 23 '07
xXpapeRdoLLXx

The FRIENDship I found in them.

It’s hard being part of those who will walk the red carpet. There’re so many things to accomplish. There’re a lot of things to be paid
But I guess, leaving the way it used to be, is the hardest part.

Though, our days are now numbered, I’m happy.
Not because every hardship in front of me will end
Neither will I leave the people I don’t like in high school or my teachers.

^zharen, ME, xai, yna. kulang pa.

I’m happy.
Because just before we had our separate paths,
I found friendship in people I never thought would open their doors for me.

So now, I anticipated that in this life
Surviving is something
And having relationship with other people is the most important thing.
Skipping that part would lead you to one hurtful word called
REGRET.

march 20 '07

xXpaperdoLLXx

~the Vampire

The black curtain opens. I heard the music played. That time, I realized, all the works we have done, all the sacrifices, all the efforts have been putted into its final stage. My heart’s beating fast for we wanted to minimize mistakes, we sought to be presentable enough for everyone is expecting too much of our play—the vampire

एवेtime I heard the loud feedbacks from the audience, my heart just been filled with joy… so as, every time they shout, it just made us more challenged to do better the next scene. Those things erased the growling stomach we have, the exhaustions we’re having, and the efforts we have putted on it.


We bagged the best props, best theme song (Bring me to Life), the Best supporting Actress and the best supporting Actor। Though, we didn’t have the best play, this play is the best for us. Not just because it is beautiful (I have no idea what it looked like!) enough but it gave us a bonding that can never been unattached from us. We all enjoyed the time we have together, not just as a co-workers but as friends. We all have a good time as we construct this play. Every smile, every laughs, every moment together can never be equivalent into one award. The joy and friendship the play built among us, is the best thing we’ve encountered. Those moments are highlighted in my life’s book as the most unforgettable thing that ever happened to me.:)






March 20 '07
xXpaperdollXx

rollercoaster of individuality.

Sometimes, I’m EMO
But most, Wild and fanatical.
Sometimes, I do what others say
But I carry out what I want and NOTHING can stop me
Sometimes I can be pushed
But I wanted not to be.
Sometimes, I wanted to fly.
But am afraid to fall for there’s the law of gravity.
Sometimes, I wanted to scream until I bleed
But most, I just stared at the sky and wish I could.
Sometimes I’ll be the most PAMPAM you’ll know
But may choose to be alone and cry.
Sometimes, I get crazy and foolish
But still SEEN as so ‘mahinhin’
Sometimes I day dream to be someone else
But I love my self by being me
Sometimes I wanted to write
And take pictures at the same time
Sometimes I wanted to pose until the camera busted and be destroyed
But, I would be toasted and will pay for it.
Sometimes I wanted to be just one person at a time
But I have a
rollercoaster of individuality.
Most people are afraid at a spinning in a coaster.
So,

Who would dare to try me?

Perhaps the soul trapped in this chaotic body is me.
And without my different personalities,
This isn’t anyone I know.

All of this just made up a whole lot of one

YUKI.

March 17, 06

xXpaperDoLLXx

Zilch.

I saw one blog that dealt with a critical spirit. And it left my heart with scars. It’s a like a mirror been scratched. I just felt that the owner of that deserves better. And that that site is the porthole of the damaged author’s soul.


Everyone has a critical spirit.
It’s a truth to be soaked. For some personal reasons, they just say things they didn’t even realized they’re saying. They’re killing a person’s fortitude without their state of mind.


However, we can’t blame them, for they’re part of the victims of this crucial world we’re living. Instead of just criticizing them in return, why immediately help them find ways of getting out of the encircled world they used to live? Why don’t we just help them find the light Instead of going in the dark pace they’re in? Because if just do the same, what more is the difference of you and that person?
Zilch.

Totally.


Bringing someone down unto the floor
Won’t make you any holy in other’s eyes.
Backstabbing a friend
won’t even help you in any way in coping with the pain they caused you.
Seeking sweet revenge,
won’t even make our soul any happier.

.peace out.

:)

March 15, 2007
xXpapeRdoLLXx

TeeN BLoG aWards

Ride the wings of my pestilence

I have this pestilence the doctors said that won’t be cured.
I’m hoping to get through with it.
But what can I do?
I was given an illness that is eating me slowly.
And maybe a matter of second, I could hardly conceive it.
I’m sick.
No medicine can cure it.
But, if I’ll be asked, I don’t want to cure it any longer.
My sickness is called.
“Severe-camera-addict-and-poses-whenever-there’s-a-camera”

Before, I knew my passion lies in writing but it’s doubled in pictures. I’m thinking of getting photography or ComArts lately. I love taking pictures and I love writing. I guess, if I really need to choose, I’ll choose to be a

MODEL.

In that case, you don’t need to take photographs, and to write at the same time…

“You’ll be more efficient in writing”

–Emil Vergara

Kidding aside, I’ll think about this decision. I wish I could do both and add being fashion designer, a flight stewardess, a painter, a world traveler, a novelist, script writer, a band member, an emo, a rock star, a celebrity, miss universe…

I have a lot of dreams.

And I wanted to accomplish all,
However, I guess, that isn’t possible.
Ikaw na! Lahat kinarir!
:0)

MarCh 13 07
xXpapErDoLLXx

i saw CHAMP!

I was right in the robinsons town mall when, someone, In a big pack bag, A blue polo-shirt, in parts and in shoes (ofcourse!) came in.

He’s 6ft tall, a white skinned, newly shaved Hale’s vocalist,

CHAMP?

I’m not sure if that was really him. But with his gesture and standing, it would be more likely being the man who sang WaLtz that gave very odd lyrics. I might have a stiff neck of just looking at him. I’m definitely surprised.

If that really is champ, lucky me…

and a bit not for undraping the chance of talking to him, though I don’t like him that much.

Except that,
Comet to think of it…

What would CHAMP possibly do in

Robinson’s TOWn MALL?

no date

xXpapErDoLLXx

I’m busted.
I hate it when I got caught up in a middle of chuck-full schedule.
I need to finish my script within two days, and I hardly think of something to write.

In the first place, our story isn’t built already.
It wasn’t really clear in my mind.
The vampire.
Adapted from our book in English, I don’t know why I’m the one suppose to right, but I’m happy with my task.
I always write scripts, but it doesn’t make me get tired.

I guess, though my mind is blank,

I’m enjoying what I’m doing...

and that’s what keeps me going.

FeB 28 '07
xXpapErDoLLXx

wAtEvEr! T.T

I don’t know what I’m feeling.

I’m sick of what’s the thing keep slapping on my face.

And for about an hour, I gave up.

However, I realized …

Friendship isn’t there only to make you smile,

for if it’s like that, it doesn’t mean anything at all. I know, it isn’t all about the good things always… it’s not perfect.

But, it’s definitely, the best thing you’ll encounter when it’s

TRUE.

MarCH 2 '07

xXpapErDoLLXx

a tHrEe-LetteR worD with branches of MeaNing...

The one side bangs, the thin figure, black-lovers, the bag pack, skinny jeans… So whatever. Even with all of that, you’re still not building up an EMO. No even closer to that.

I was tagged emo lately, and I don’t qualify to be an EMO for most things they do.

I <3>life.

I appreciate everything about it.

I don’t cut my self.

But, I’m an emo in my own way of living. I don’t want a lot of attention, but I hate to be neglected. I’m an emotional person that pushes me to write things that inspires me.

I may not be emo in your definition, neither in fashion nor by my choice of music…
but I AM in my own clarity.


I AM with just being ME.

unDer thaT fuLL-siZed BallOoN sKirT

If only time could be stopped, I would have done it… But, it doesn’t. In constant motion, as they say, it was. I wanted everything to last. Wishing that there would be some creatures from no where to trap me in that very moment. I hunted to be permanently inclined of what is in front of me, but definitely, the night ended. Cinderella’s magical hours of darkness finished. The magic kamison’s power has putted into closing stages. I was left wishing something else… under that full-sized balloon skirt.



I wasn’t sure of what I’m feeling months before the promenade—Excited for other new things in front of me, but hell afraid that it was the last activity aside from the exam before graduation. I know this will be the last time; our clique will sit together in a formal wear. The last chance we could dance our way unto wildness. We planned so many things for that very moment…



The day we frightens came. We were all in full bloom. Though, we never intend to be late, we did. I felt that the world is a wonderful place when I came to see others. God has created everyone uniquely and beautifully. Each has their own assets. Each one looks good.



It finished smoothly, but after the prom plans we arranged for months never did come actual but really different.



I just saw my self walking to the feb fair in formal. Everyone’s eyes are upon us. Some criticized, some praised, and others are bitter jealous. It was exciting at first, but when I heard people shouting… “kala nio ha!” and all those cheers, pushing us to go out of the place, wasn’t sound like good enough. I was embarrassed, and at the same time, enjoyed? I don’t know. I’m confused of what would I feel. To be frustrated… or to be happy of the attention I’m getting. To tell the truth, I don’t want to be noticed. I hate praises. It makes me feel flat and purely shy. I would rather be putted in a corner and never been minded by anyone. That’s the reason why I don’t know what to do that time. I was confused. I wanted to cry, but I kept smiling.



Good thing, we went out that area. We skipped top plan B—the LB square. But, unfortunately, it’s jam-packed. No more space for the eight of us.


We ended up, sitting in front of the grocery store, with our colorful gowns, waiting that my father would came and fetch us. The night was really unplanned. What happened was beyond imagination. It was the least of what we have expected.



As we sit still there, I’m annoyed and frustrated of what happened. People pass and looked us with spark in their eyes. I can’t blame them. If you passed by and see people in gowns sitting on the ground in front of a grocery… what will you feel?



It took me thirty minutes before I breathe thoroughly, that’s when we got home. Our plans are definitely ruined. The cancelled party made disappoint us. The feb fair concert turned to be really a roller coaster of emotion. The LB square is chagrin. Waiting in front of the store is a hell.



I wanted the world to stop and do everything all over again… perfectly. With no embarrassments, no disappointments of the things happened. I wanted the time to stop for us to bloom forever, but I know, if this didn’t happen, the joy inside me isn’t this big enough. We won’t consider the good things in life. That,
even though, everything doesn’t turned the way we wanted to, we looked at the brighter side of what happened, we still went home with smiles on our faces And we’re all carrying a bag, packed with memories, to be broughtforever...

^the best prom with my best buds

(i'm in blue)

feb 17, 07

xXpaPerDoLLXx

a boLt frOm the BLuE

I’ve always been jumping into conclusions… and that thing always leaves me bleeding. I discern it’s off beam, but I kept doing it. I have this thing in me that, I disgust hoping for something… specially, when I know, that there’s nothing to look forward to.


I guess, that’s the mistake I did when I seen the results, well, I presume you know what I’m talking about.


But, if the truth is to be told, I was fine even empty-handed. I was moving on and keeping my self busy and in high spirits. I accepted it so light that I consumed it never did happen. But, God gave me a bolt from the blue, I never asked. I never thought He will be so good to me after all I have done.


I don’t need to prolong this.


I speculate, all I’m trying to say is, I’m so glad that God showed me a better path, and He also told me, in one way or another… how my friends and batchmates or even my elementary friends cared for me so much in this experience… and I thank them for that!
* hugs and kisses! :) *


I’m done with my agony… but yet, some things are left to be solving in the future. Thus, now… I can say I’m ready to face what challenges life may offer me with God, who’s always on my side…

Feb 10 '07
xXpaperdoLLXx

TodaY is The toMmoRow i woRry abOut YesterDay.

My emotions overflowed like the Yangtze River during the rainy days… My hearts starts pounding and I can’t take the exam I’m faced with—that’s exactly what I felt when I heard the UPCAT (University of the Philippines College Admission Test) Results was released and is been posted in the campus registrar. I hardly concentrate in my computer exam. I know the answer was C but instead, I wrote B. I was like been absorbed in my thoughts of what the product would be. Today is the tomorrow I worry about yesterday.

Months before, I saw my self under the burning hot sun walking in the empty and dry road for my UPCAT review, handling my folder and a smiling which hides all the frustrations inside me. I felt that time that it was so unjust. Everyone’s been enjoying the summer in beaches and doing refreshing stuffs, but I’m there, stocked up in a small room, answering questionnaires and eating a garlic-flavored cheese sticks.

Three months later, I saw a picture of my self saying undying prayers and was in a room with ten air-conditions while it was raining outside. That ambiance made my hands froze that totally didn’t help when I start answering the questions in front of me. In an Auditorium, I was there, taking up the exam I prepared for the summer I wanted nothing but fun. Behind that six hours test, I still can’t breathe smoothly as I wanted. The result is still the pending one.

The day before my birthday, which we have our quarterly examination, the results was released earlier that I thought. The first thing we did to see the results is to go to the campus registrar and see the posted names. Unluckily, it was still not positioned yet. They said they will when the list arrived from Diliman. It left my heart with no beat at all. I wasn’t sure if I’m ready to face the fallout. We decided just to take a look at it in the internet, and the first shop we dug was useless. We paid nothing because we can’t even open a single object. We went somewhere else the connection is better; we spotted a shop near by. After the long loading of the site, they finally saw their results. My friend began typing my surname to look if I did pass. And surprisingly, the times stopped. My whole dream crushed down in my face. I didn’t make it.

I failed.

It’s only university I took in, and I didn’t exceed.

I cried. That time, I realized, UP is something I treasure a lot. I grasped that moment that it was the biggest thing I am treasuring, but I failed and packed down my self. I got tons of chagrin. I felt I made the worst mistake ever. It’s easy to despise something you can’t get, but I can’t loathe the fact that I didn’t have a chance to enter the school I dreamt of. I immediately texted my father. I’m afraid of what he will say. I didn’t go home but instead, I went to my friend’s house.

It’s hard to be squeezed to that fact. I wasn’t able to cope with it yet. I’m still having a vision of my vivid future. I don’t know where I will conduct my college. I don’t know if I’ll still pursue UP after all. But, one thing’s I’m sure… God has a greater plan from my life. UP must just not included to it...

with sadness, tears, and angst

xXpaPeRdoLLXx

jan. 22 '06

OffiCiaLLy miSsing HIM

I was just checking my YM when I saw this offline message given to me by my Korean Best bud, Toby…Then, I saw my self with teary eyes. I haven’t seen him for about years now, and I miss him badly
Here’s the poem he sent me:

Are we friends or are we not?
You told me once but I forgot
Tell me now and tell me true
So can I say I'm here for you

Of all the friends I've ever met
You’re the one I won't forget
And if I die before you do
I'll go to heaven and wait for you


I'll give the angels back their wings
And risk the loss of everything
Just to prove my friendship is true
To have a friend just like you

...because I lost track of my previous blog.

i didn't have a time to edit the sequence

T.T

November 20 '05

xXpapeRdoLLXx

fRienDshiP buiLt on SAND.

I use to do anything with my pals. From the small chit-chats to the biggest problem they could ask me to get advice. I thought our friendship is the biggest one in the campus. Our bonding is one of the tightest. We get a little fought at times, but resolve it just like a piece of cake. We do shopping together, weekend gimmicks and all those most cliques do. However, Sometimes, life just get to be too perfect and it gets too little exhausting. It’s just been so clear that everything eventually gets blurred. All of a sudden I felt there was something missing around us—God.

Even though, most of us accepted Christ and do church every Sunday, I just sensed God is missing because we were so intimate with each other that we forgot we need a foundation. We overlook to recognize him up to the point, that God made a move to awaken all of us and to reveal him self before our faces.

We used to play joke with each one of us and we didn’t anticipate that some conceals bad feelings until it busted in a strong intensity of sentiment. ‘It’s just a simple misunderstanding’ I told my self but I was dead wrong. The issues was just a long list that I’m afraid could cover up the whole page. We were seven and we split into two, us with four and them with three… each of us, just having something to say with one another. To clear everything up, we just talked about it. We cried as we speak sharp words to each other. But you know pride? It just got in the way and started to tear up the friendship between all of us. It was the biggest fight we had.

We didn’t have any plan of waving the white flag over them, and surely, them over us. But here’s where God used his power. There’s a concert that is entitled, “Cover me.” sponsored by the youth Christians of our school. Its bit intriguing and plus points are bargained, so we decided to go. The place was nice and it was a like, Christian concert for a cause. The setting is a Japanese style with tables and pillows as chairs. But looking over the next table, there they stood—our ex-friends sitting together and trying to look sharply. I learned a lot from that concert, from the testimonies of people, the message from the pastors and from the songs.

A little a while, my friend whom is with me asked me, “Is it okay if they would join us here?” I don’t want to be rude and say no, so I did nod. I thought, they were trying to approach us, but then, it was just planned by my friend who asked me. At first we don’t even want to look at each other, but as the music of praise started to play, our eyes catches each other and a tear fell from my eyes. That even though, the door of forgiveness is still unopened, I just felt the knock of a friend behind it. Through out the night, we partied on the dance floor as we worship God in his praises with joy.

This is just a small thing in front of big things yet to come. It may seem like an immature act for senior students like us. But after that incident, we realized that God putted everything in their right places. He let us take off our blind folds that even at the smallest thing, he’s still a God who has a control over it. I learned in the latter part that, my friends prayed hard for these things to happen.

Furthermore, God is just too faithful and heard them. I could barely say that our friendship was once built on sand. Weak. No definite foundation like a sand castle that is being washed away little by little. But now, after the big wave that almost broke it, a new friendship is built. Not on sand neither on clay but on the rock—sturdy, strong and with a new foundation.

October 23, 06
xXPapErDoLLXx

CanDy Fair

It’s clearly an impossible thing that my friends and I will be present in that fair. We are miles away from Manila and that instance was our first time traveling on our own. Yes, without our parents or any guardian around us. It’s like the biggest challenge we faced. I gradually go to Manila because it was my father’s home town but still neither I nor any of my friends don’t even know where the Fort lies. We were like exploring the sea of nowhere. And adding up to that is our ‘illegal’ exit to our own houses.

Obviously, our parents didn’t allow us to take a trip alone and travel around something we’re not totally familiar with. To cut the story short, we went to the fair without our parents’ permission. We saved up from our daily allowances to get the exact money we needed. It was actually a dreadful experience. I encountered backing out the day before the fair. It just makes my heart melt with so many things going around my mind—the what ifs. But, when we saw our selves in the bus going straight to it, it’s like no more turning backs. I swear, we we’re no longer excited on what or whom to see inside the fair but we were just thinking on stepping there safely.

When my friends and I went down the cab and saw the place, my heart just starts pounding. The emotions are overflowing like the Yangtze River during the rainy days. My body was colder that the Arctic. Everything looks like just a fairytale. That after the clock strikes twelve, all are done like a dream. We were assisted well in the front desk until we got our arms stamped and finally step in.

I can still remember how I loosen my breath when I realized we went there so safe. The first thing we did is to explore the place. We’re bit early that there’s still not much people around. But as the day go further, everything got a little exciting. We tried almost all of the booths from the make-over bus all the way around to the recess area. We tried the Velcro wall, the other one beside it (I forgot what it’s called! haha), the trampoline and the other arcade games.

We had taken pictures everywhere with every candy cuties. But, to tell you the truth guys, we we’re handling like the most ancient camera of all. Not digital, does not even have any zoom and any auto-rewind. It made our ship sinking into the whirlpool of embarrassment. We were like run-a-way from home, so you can’t blame us from not bringing a digi-cam that we usually carry! Hehe...


We head off the fair at three. It’s still early and the chill is just starting, but we will be dead if we won’t get home at least at 6pm. We arrived back in Laguna so safe even though there were taxi drivers who took advantage of us. We were even asked to pay more that three hundred pesos! But still, we we’re so thankful to the Lord that we headed home so safe and a lot of sound!



I never thought I could just take a single step in the four corners of the Fort. I, in no way Anticipated that we could get through all the things we had gone that day. And we learned a lot of lessons. That even we have the most antique camera, it still works and capture the moments we want to treasure. That even though the people there won’t remember us any longer after, the experience remains in our hearts forever. That we may go to the fair as freely as we can but not with each other isn’t still worth it. And even things fall apart and we got kicked out of our cheering squad by not showing that day, we still insist to show candy some love! :)




Some pixs:

^ velco wall.

i got the smallest dess? HAHA

^ i don't know what this is called.

but, i'm sure i had a lot of fun.

^ me and my friend xai at the entrance

^ candy cutie PAULO AVELINO.

we got a lot of pixs from the cuties..

i'll upload some, a lil later! :)

^ calla lily!

we also saw celbrities mikee lee and singer Sam conception.

Thier pix? next time, maybe. HAHA

^ yuki.xai.seong

the three girls who rocked the candy fair

FYI:
we even appeared in candy mag
check it out.
Jan-Feb 2007 (issue)
page 69
we're number 12

October 23, 06

xXpaperdoLLXx

dUst in My eyes...

When you hear people say: "friends forever!” or “walang iwanan!” well guess what, they lied. How come a trust we build upon nothing, those memories that were once a reality now just a vivid image of the past? We thought we knew each other and we’re so close into each other’s hearts but the fact is we never know the person behind the open door.


I don’t know how things worked. I just woke up one day and realized that I had lost someone in my list. The one I shared a lot of memories with. The good times and specially the times we both have waters rushing down through our eyes to our half opened mouth. We share it so glamorously through time and spaces. How can it just be thrown like dirt, no, not like dirt. Like air through an empty hole.


I valued her like just any other person that entered my life. And like a season in a temperate country, she left, me, without any further ado. I thought it was no big since a season gets back sooner or later, but unlike it, she never did. I loved her like a little sister, but she keeps on throwing dusts into my eyes. Why? The answer maybe a million silent whispers and unanswered prayers.


I can never undo the things that had happened. Life’s path is a one way road which can’t be took backwards. No U-turns and no stop overs. All I got to do know is to face the future without regrets from my mistakes. I may not have her, but a few angels reinstate. I may always remember her through her promises that were broken, but, what matters are the words to keep in the future. I may feel stress whenever I missed her, but I’m happy how life turned out to be with my new sets of season...

decemeber 23, 06

xXpaPerDoLLXx

ThE oTher pArt of The StOry...

Summer?! What 'ya think?! Stolling on the beaches... smimming in the pools? Or even a get away in a different place And do all fun stuffs under the Sun?!.. How great summer is!

Making us rest for months from the ten months school hardships... But for an incoming 4th year like me, it's not just about fun... It's a more different and complicated story--an UPCAT review..


If you would just look at the senario--studying while everyone's having fun under the sun... Answering questionaires while everyone seems resting at home...taking tree hours of your time just listening to your teachers--You'll think it's a curse... like, all the people are playing on the sand and your stuck in the cold grounds of braintrain...



I also have a perspective like that... I thought I would be in that review center like a jail we can't hide from. In the first place, I was been in the May 1 slot wherein, I have not that much fellow CSI student in the review... that's my first problem... I don't have companions... And second, I just don't like schooling in the "vacation" days... But of course, everything will be paid off when you had recieved your letter saying you had been accepted...



But, everthing fell into place... Xai & Raffi, who didn't have plans on reviewing did... The reason why I'm in the May 1 slot?! I got new sets of friends and like "refreshed friendship". from the 19 days I been in that room, I enjoyed every minute. And certainly, I did treasure them... I'm a person who treasures what can be treasured... gets?! hehe..



Now, I can say I didn't just learn last summer, but I did get rich... Rich in friendships... I get to know people who are in the four corners of the country. I never thought, they existed, but because the world is small , it became known to me... Before, my life is just revolving around the walls of our school, but now, I get to realize there's more things to enjoy and explore outside...



Thus, The fact not entering UP is hurtful, but then on the second thought, the memories the review centers left in me had been a prize worthwhile... (But still, I want to enter UP, ha?! hehe...)



June 15 2006
xXpaperdoLLXx

fuNny.. how just people come and go...

flowers of cherry blossom bloom during spring and show us how God beautifully made them. But as the season passes and ends, the flowers begun to fall and vanish. Just like these flowers, some people came to our lives at season.
I’m not referring to the seasons the nature gave us—winter, spring, summer or fall. I just meant that some people came and passes our lives, the people that give joy and sorrows as well.


I do believe that everything God gave us has a purpose—circumstances, wealth, sickness, material things, and even people. We may not know it at first but as time passes you’ll eventually distinguish it.



Some times, we tend to be sad when a person exits our life weather they dies or immediately leaves. But, we should recognize that when a person is gone, he/she had leave us many lessons and I believe, they’d already finished their mission in our life.


Yes, “forever” may not be true in this world, for in it, everything has an end, but “forever” will always be true in our hearts. People may come and exits our lives but they will forever fill spaces in our hearts...

may 8, 2005

xXpaperdollXx

mY new Space

i just got trouble with my blog.

yeah, 'hacked'

might be the right term to use.

Ayway,

i still have the copies of what was written in there..

and i'm going to fill my new space in this new virtual world i have.

xoxo,

xXpaperdollXx