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Name: doms
Interests: As a contemporary being of the 21st century, I enjoy the mind numbing media of our generation.
Wishlist: To own the ever coveted iPod. To visit Japan and use the automatic flushing toilet bowl. To visit Disneyworld. To buy new flip flops. To own a bass guitar and actually learn to play it. To make the world a better place. To stop world poverty and hunger. To be a successful lawyer and actually save lives. To write a book that will awaken the Katipuneros in us (overthrow the system baybeh!). To star as Juliet in some metropolitan theater. To possess self confidence. To own a VW new beetle. To have a genie who will grant me unlimited wishes.
Expertise: I can make boredom sound worse than hell... or not! (I am a talentless freak on the loose. Whoopdeedoo!)
Music: I like listening to a great number of artists. My eclectic taste for music makes me feel superior to the many teenagers who think stereotyping is cool. Reality check: stereotyping is for teenagers with identity crises. Note to self: Should start stereotyping self right away!
Movies: I like watching movies that will not challenge my mental abilities. Enjoying and thinking at the same time is very exhausting.
"..wrapped in the warmth of you, loving every breath of you, steal my heart this moment, or it might burst.." Lovestruck.. yeah!!
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Legal
Message: message meEmail: email me
Yahoo:  kikiam_power
Member Since:
11/26/2004
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| I'm moving.
This blog anyway.
http://stripandstrap.blogspot.com/
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| I've seen people come and go and normally, when they go, they never
come back... or at least that intimate and sincere concern doesn't. You
may act as if nothing really happened, but come on, no one could really
deny the awkward silence and the thick, heavy air suddenly appearing as
if you were on the top of some Himalayan atmosphere. Lets face it --
broken friendships may as well never become friendship again.
And
so it goes, I am having another pessimistic view on the vicous process
of this so-called friendship. Im 18 and still I cant effing understand
how all of this goes and how it all happens. I'd hate to accept the
fact that I am quoting this, but yeah, "I'm clueless".
Love
issues on the other hand have become considerably challenging and
confusing. One minute, we're okay, the next, we're not. How can just
being with someone become this hard? I mean, you're just with someone,
how hard can it be? Maybe I'm a dunce for not being able to manage a
simple relationship. I mean, HE loves me and could, at any moment, sell
his soul for my welfare! And what do I do? I start a conflict in every
little fold of imperfection I can see. I am difficult and trust me,
thats an underestimation. . . . .
And then, academically
speaking, I am failing... little by little, disregarding the sheer
relevance of studying. Not only am I engrossed to sleeping but I have
absolutely dedicated my time to self-ruination and utter devastation.
Sooner
or later, when my conscience has gone and my soul has turned into this
black entity of nothingness, maybe I'll decide to kill
myself.............
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| Last night was uuuuuuuuuuuber fun -- we went to the MTV Pilipinas 2006. So yeah, we went, we shouted and we were the ugliest people there. *enter Marilyn Manson's Beautiful People*
Earlier today, I went to SM Manila to shop. Kuya Neil and I went looking for clothes and although I saw potential purchases, I held myself back for the fact that these kinds of clothes were very.... party-ish?! Only people from *insert certain sorority* wear those kinds of clothes to school so I rather didnt. *sigh* Its the ukay for me, once again.
I just felt like dissing. So.......... now what?
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| My gad! It's Martial Law!!!!
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“My order to my soldiers is that if they are certain that there are
armed rebels in a house or yard, shoot them),” he said. "Sorry na lang kung may madamay na sibilyan (It will be a pity if there
are civilians who may get hurt or killed in the process)... why are they consorting with the enemy [in the first place]?” ~ Gen. Palparan to media
My gad. b....er.....d....ug....o!!
berdugo!!! berdugo!!!! berdugooooooooooo!!
People of the Philippines, we are facing hell....
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| Disclaimer: This is maybe as pukey as a CANDY contributor kilig moment. If you puke upon reading cheesy stories of couples and shi*, browse away.. Quickly.
For anyone who didnt know (and if you didnt, i would hate you), yesterday was my birthday. Like any debutant who did not have parties (I would be killed by guilt if I partied during a family crisis), I was depressed as hell. The gift I wanted wasnt exactly what I wanted and to make matters worse, I was late again for my 8:30 class. But of course, that wasnt new. I thought the day would be... ordinary. I planned a little libre thing for my blockmates, my sisses and my brethren. A pizza for the block, 2 pizzas for the frat. That was enough and so, I went on the day with grief in one hand and hopefulness on the other -- hope that something might come up... something unexpected.
Aside from the Pi Sigma Frat asking blood donations from Mi and I (the moment I saw the people laying on the little folding beds with a bag of 450ml of blood on their chest, I had the urge to check "epileptic" on my form) the day was fairly normal. Mi asked me to smell the wood on the xerox machine and the 'xerox man' was laughing at me so hard because I was sooooooooo gullible. Damn you de Lemos!!!!! Anyway, before I was rudely interrupted by myself, the day was so-so okay. After Hum2, I texted Kuya Neil where the pizza for my block was because Nolan just arrived. He comes to me, pulls me to RH hall, tells me to wait for something I didnt know and pulls Ting and Nolan. I on the other hand was smelling something fishy -- the smoked salmon kind. :P
All of a sudden, Ting and Nolan approach me, each holding a rose. OMG!! I know what he's about to do!!!! Suddenly, all of the brods come to my direction in one straight line each holding a rose... they were my 18 rosesssssss!! They were asking, baka gusto mo isayaw ka pa namin but I was too dumbfounded to reply. Nasa gitna kami ng CAS parking lot so malamang diba, mahihiya ka nalang na matutuwa. The brods escort me to the tambayan and everyone was looking at us. Tim was shouting something like Urong! Urong! Dadaan ang prinsesa!! *blushes again* Then, as I arrive the tambayan, I see the sisses holding candles.... 18 candles kooooooooooooooo!!!! My gad! It was sooooooo overwhelming! So nakahilera na lahat ng sisses sa labas and yung brods, pag pasok ko si Neil nasa loob ng tambayan may hawak na bouquet. *sigh* Everything was too perfect!!!
"Age doesn't matter"
After everything, all I did was cry. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world that day. Thanks love!
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