As I use simple words I unveil the real me. What I write encompass what I experience in life. I intend to consign in writing all I feel and see in the simplest way and make the best out of it. I aspire to be a good writer. Yet I know that it could never be. We live in a world where people act like judges to our innate or practiced talents. I admit, I am not a born writer and for years I’ve been trying so hard to construct exceptional writings. I ask myself, does one really have to be critique by another to determine if he or she is good enough to earn a place in the society...

happy....star wars

another gif newly discovered

from my 2/20/05 journal

You can never understand the course of life. One day it will lead you somewhere you never expected to be. It may either amaze or depress you. But what is it about life that makes it mystical? I say it’s the unpredictable events that could shatter or shape our lives to the fullest. Decisions play an important role as it maneuver our way to success or impending doom. We don’t look back and spend time grieving for our loss instead we move forward. As we look back in our journey, we commend that indeed we have achieved something. That despite the hardships we still emerged victorious.

really creepy....mantra chant.....

When you begin to dance, and cannot stop, you become a dancer,

When you begin to sing and cannot stop, you become a singer,

When you begin to write, and cannot stop, you become a writer,

When you begin to bye and sell and cannot stop, you become a businessman,

When you begin to construct and cannot stop, you become a construction worker,

When you begin to compose and cannot stop you become a composer,

When you begin to learn and cannot stop you become a scholar,

When you begin to lie and cannot stop you become a liar,

When you begin to create and cannot stop you become an artist,

When you begin to love and cannot stop, you become God.

And than anything you do is divine, for nothing can withstand the glory of God:

A divine writer, a divine singer, a divine writer, a divine businessman, a divine construction worker, a divine scholar, a divine liar, a divine artist…

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freakazoid!!

yah! i know. My blog seems to look like a korean fanatic site.My friends told me that they're scared i'll turn into a freakazoid for this thing. Well, i was just trying to put some GIF....and to be honest, i really like SONG HYE KYO. mmmmm....can i ask a surgeon to make me look like her? we'll have to see...

nothing significant happened today. we had our midterms...and guess what, instead of studying i watched simple life(not sure if that's the title). The show where Paris Hilton and friend (don't know her name)gets to be with the counrtyside folks. A lame show(oops sorry for those paris hilton fanatics)....and as i observe, it made me want to punch myself for spending 30 minutes in front of the TV. What a waste of time.Paris is really sexy and pretty. But her qualities seems to end there.

Anyway, back to my exam...well it went out pretty well.But can't say much until I have the results. As i read the questions...i tried to remember Doc Borromeo's lecture while we had our DR rotation.It actually helped a lot!

fanatic

REVELATION

THIS is a very special edition of my not-so-daily blog. its 8:42am and i have been thinking really hard on what to write. I'm writing this at home and since i woke up this morning around 5:30 i started constructing issues to tackle. Ever since, I've been trying hard to maintain a sense of privacy and i'm a person who doesn't like to talk much about personal issues. But i realized that as i get older and dumber i seem to talk endlessly which is quite contradicting. when i created this blog, my sole purpose was to comment on norman's blog. But as i write, this simple blog became a solace from all dilemmas that i feel. Everytime i write a new entry, i don't mind any English criticism especially grammar isues because i thought no one will read this. it literally became my diary.

I thought i was so discreet in keeping this memoir away from speculative eyes. Here, i can be myself and shed any chip on my shoulders. i have bared almost all my secrets here. And because of that, i kept this blog like an infant on a mother's arms. unfortunately, someone deciphered the code. My top secret in now exposed.

It's sooo wierd and i'm soo weird!!! well, its just that...since last night i've been tossing around, toying with whatever ideas that come across my ind. i literally freaked out on Dennis' back seat when cheryl pop out the million dollar statement. I don't know what to do at that moment. i thought i was soo careful. mmmmm....i can't be a secret agent anymore. As the saying goes. "don't CON A CON" I should have heightened up the security but its too late. The NAZI penetrated wall...but before i continue this insanity i think i should clarify a few things to this guy.

http://www.popcornfor2.com/music/data/pop-Lee%20Bo%20Ram%20-%20chuh%20eum%20geu%20ja%20ri%20eh.wma