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Tuesday, July 27, 2004. Oh the price of being yet again retuned to a frightful beginning. Engulf horizons that you may reincarnate upon an autocrats likeness. The vehemance of dragons echo with every step. Even whispers devulge the reverberating wails of wraithlike banshees. Moonshine mirrors fabricate for each a glass like stare. Supremacy dictates the creation of regret. Unearth the behemoth embraced in his rabid wounds. Beckon the cherub gliding on unrequited prayers. Powered by TagBoard Message Board.
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Thursday, January 29, 2004. And So I Thought. Another day, another blog entry. The sun has yet to set on the Ateneo campus, birds are singing their sweet melodies of their voyages, students are still studyin for the upcoming midterms(which is tomorrow) and im still here! My day's in its prime, grabe ang saya tlga ngyn seryoso! Even though I'm really not that high or excellent in the things that I did today, kontento na ko dun pare! And also my math test? TSAWNG naka B ako! And can it last as it would?
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Thursday, January 12, 2006. Never in my whole life did I expect myself to be writing again in this absurd thing called a blog! Why do I reject time? I write because in all honesty, I am a frustrated artist. An artist who paints images and creates mastepieces with a fucking pen! I have spent 19 fucking years of aspiring to be one but where do I end up? In Ateneo, 3 BS MGT! Dreams and Aspirations complete? Seems like everythings ok! Pero am I a writer? Do I read lots of books to improve myself?
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Wednesday, May 18, 2005. One and two ticks the clock. Waiting for the final tock. For in its turn winds the three. But do so ends life's little spree. Rhythmn no its lithium pumping. Thinking of the feeling going through the ceiling. Rise litte waterfall go through the sky. So I go up and down into the sly. Purgatories haunting cries clam up. Nights silent prayers then fit into a cup. Hordes of them wait for that hour past 59. Clam up and wait, do I have the right time? Tuesday, May 03, 2005.
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Thursday, August 05, 2004. Written are my words of which I know are of my minds creation. Yet these same words recited in verse all narrate suppression. Tis not the mortals coil that sums a vice like hold. But of the winds sweet angelic breath that the keeper stirs the mold. Twisting, turning a cataclismic trembling like my stomachs little bowel. Vultures await my arrival. Maggots make such sweet sounds. I never realized how the darkness sang so loud. Finished am I with this nonsense.
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Thursday, March 03, 2005. I cut away regrets, remembering only you. But why is it that leaving was all there was to do. One last plee is all I had to say. Please. Just Take Me Away. Posted by joshua zacarias at 8:32 AM. Powered by TagBoard Message Board. Image from MisMoon Photos.
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Thursday, February 26, 2004. Look at me and what do u see! A few words from mr. Reg Rubio's song called "Pigface" is what I've chosen my title to be. I guess it kind of fits in to my status as a "tao" of this world could be. Napakasaya ng buhay ko ngayon! Ina walangkatapusang paggawa ng papers, walangkatapusang pagaral sa mga kung anu-anong tests, walangkatapusang pagharap at pakikinig sa mga walangkakwentakwentang balita ng mga paninira sakin! Pero hindi yan ang pinunta ko d2! The little dog not knowing...
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Saturday, June 05, 2004. First of all, una sa lahat, maraming salamat kay Ms.Marie Char Wawie sa pagayos ng blog ko. Di magiging possible ang pagsulat ko ng aking mga kalokohan at kung ano pa man kng di dhl sa kanya. Oh aking blag kay tagal na nating di nagkitaâ Ngunit ito nga ba ang muli o huli kong pagsulat ditoâ? Let me spell it out for you to be clear. So am I sad? 14 Question marks) To be utterly butterly honestâ YES! I am forever sadâ Itâ s nice to feel sad donâ t you agree?
