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Where Dreams Are Made: I shouldn't be doing what I'm doing
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Where Dreams Are Made. Monday, November 07, 2005. I shouldn't be doing what I'm doing. Right now I should be writing the minutes of a forgotten meeting. Right now I should be reading Kurt Busiek and Alex Ross's Marvels. Posted by haiku @ 6:34 PM. You have just entered the realm of abstracted musings. Explain your presence. What are you? Why do you exist? Where is your soul? When will you grow up? I told you this is the realm of abstracted musings. Where is my muse? To hell and back. A Summary of Events.
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Where Dreams Are Made: 11.04
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Where Dreams Are Made. Friday, November 26, 2004. Finally, after two weeks of running here and there, doing this and that, I am able to come up for air and relish this momentary lull. Thanks to all those who expressed their sympathies over the death of my beloved rabbit. I still miss her terribly and I still cry at odd times. Now, I am spending more time with Vanity, the surviving little ska rabbit. Oh, she's such a precocious one (or not)! That one just loves the jolt, or should I say. The second week w...
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Where Dreams Are Made: 03.05
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Where Dreams Are Made. Wednesday, March 30, 2005. Promises are made to be. What you make of them. Break them, keep them, shelve them, regret them; it's totally up to you. And because I have the upper hand and the keyboard is my subordinate, I will make promises. Yes, simply because I can. I promise to pay more attention to my blog and set aside some time for it or get some cure for my laziness in posting. I promise to play badminton next week. For teaching me how to b display /b html tags. I see I've pro...
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Where Dreams Are Made: Stark Raving Mad
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Where Dreams Are Made. Sunday, July 24, 2005. Here it is. Thank you for waiting patiently. As with all stories, the following is meant to entertain. However, I don't really care if it fulfills such purpose. I'm happy just to share it. And I thought since everybody else is doing it, what the heck, might as well jump on the bandwagon and write my own version of the events that transpired that magical and dreamy weekend-and-a-day. I knew I didn't have the strength to wade through a throng of people just to ...
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Where Dreams Are Made: 09.04
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Where Dreams Are Made. Sunday, September 26, 2004. Conceptualization of a dream. I am currently trying to think up a dream. Not the one that a person has when he or she sleeps, rather, that which preoccupies one's waking hours; the one that you spend a good part of your life pursuing. Stemming from my bipolarity. Ergo, the problem: which camp to side with, the creative or the intellectual? Well, that's it for now. Losing lucidity; sleep beckons. Time for that other kind of dream. Posted by haiku @ 6:00 PM.
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Where Dreams Are Made: 07.04
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Where Dreams Are Made. Friday, July 30, 2004. Aloha, care for some math? What would you say if someone greeted you that way? I visited my in-laws two days ago. My niece-in-law, Nica, was there, and as soon as she saw me, she said, "Tita Donna, ilan 'to? It is no wonder then that kids today are short of being mutants. I swear, the stuff they teach kids in school these days! I've never even heard of that kind of arithmetic! Posted by haiku @ 2:57 AM. Monday, July 26, 2004. I bought a Doc Ock (Tentacle Atta...
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Where Dreams Are Made: Alcoholiday
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Where Dreams Are Made. Saturday, November 12, 2005. There's a tingling sensation coursing through my arms and legs. Probably the toxic residues of last night's binge drinking. No thanks to my two co-workers who had their birthday blow-out yesterday. Thankfully, I still had my wits about me, as the laurel leaf. When I woke up around 5:30pm I felt so weak- as if my limbs were weighing me down. Ugh! Posted by haiku @ 7:54 PM. Why do you exist? Where is your soul? When will you grow up? Where is my muse?
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Where Dreams Are Made: 01.05
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Where Dreams Are Made. Monday, January 31, 2005. It's All About What? It's All About Love. That's what the title said. But, really, what the hell was it all about? Their wardrobe was in no way suited for that kind of harsh climate. I'm surprised they even got to trek that far in the snow.) In the end, I guess love conquered all- well, uh, except death. I think there was one thing the movie got right, though: the world doesn't make sense. They definitely did a damn good job of portraying that. From the fi...
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Where Dreams Are Made: Cogito ergo sum
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Where Dreams Are Made. Sunday, April 01, 2007. But there's a reason why I'm breaking this silence. I need this blog as much as it needs me. And probably now I need it more than it needs me. Once again, this blog is my soul salvation. Today, there's really nothing to despair about. For almost five years now, life has been good. But why do I feel as if I'm fraying around the edges? Why do I feel like bursting into tears at any moment, without provocation? And what about this nagging emptiness inside of me?
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Where Dreams Are Made: 04.05
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Where Dreams Are Made. Tuesday, April 26, 2005. Is it just me, or does the Nivea Visage facial foam smell like a wet dog? Eww Maybe I should just use it on our dog. It might do some good for the scratches on her snout that she got from messing with the cats. Posted by haiku @ 12:28 PM. Saturday, April 23, 2005. A Summary of Events. Allow me to rant first: What's up with the comments page of my previous post? I can't seem to access it. Sucks. S house after jamming some new songs and having an inebriated d...
