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Name: Kars
B-day: October 20, 1984
Zodiac: Libra
Age: 20
School: De La Salle University

female. libra. roman catholic. music lover. broadway junkie. eccentric artist wannabe. avid movie-goer. internet freak. periodic drinker. non-smoker. chronic drunkard. class cutter. weekend bum. shoe collector. alias fanatic. trying-hard singer. frustrated ballerina. pseudo piano player. infrequent commuter. nonstop texter. former friendster devotee. current blog enthusiast.
Tuesday, December 28, 2004

my wish for you

i wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
i wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
i wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
i wish you enough pain, so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
i wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
i wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
i wish you enough hellos to get you through the final goodbye.


abadudi @ 6:24 PM
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drained

clinging on to frays of comfort
what has been thrown away
two loves incinerated, drained
nothing left to give up.


abadudi @ 6:23 PM
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thanks dad

we come from a family of insane people.

my mom is pretty boisterous and high-strung. her high-pitched voice (that's on a normal tone) resonates in my ear even in my dreams. she's one-track minded sometimes, and at times not a very big fan of listening (hearing, yes). i really pity my dad for having to carry the burden of tolerating her madness; for ever having to argue when he knows he is always at a loss; and for always having to be blamed for everything gone wrong inside this household.

my sister recently revealed what my dad said a few years back during this major family "fight" that we had. he said (advising my sis), "Huwag mo nang pakinggan yang mommy mo. Kung dinamdam ko pa yang mga sinasabi niya, matagal na kaming naghiwalay."

my mom usually said that my dad is very lucky to have a wife like her. i think it's the other way around. my mom is even luckier to have a husband as patiend and understading as my dad.

is it father's day? no. it's just that sometimes i also forget to give him the credit that he deserves.


abadudi @ 6:17 PM
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Sunday, December 26, 2004

what's so merry about christmas

two colognes from my yaya and our cook
a tommy hilfiger perfume from my tita merle
a COACH bag from my cousin ate bambi( a real one as a matter of fact!)
a tie-dyed tube from my tita susan (so fit for our bora trip)
pantulog from my mauleon cousins
an SG calendar so creatively done by ara
an SG 505, SG scrapbook, and a top from clarissa
a vintage tee from my sister jaja
speedo slippers from ate kattie
RENT piano book from joy
an all expense paid trip to Boracay, Bantayan and Bohol from my parents
a christmas wish from a friend
a gazillion warm christmas messages
a call from a dear friend (at exactly 12 midnight!)
an SG christmas lunch (treated by mau and ara)
a 4J christmas get together
noche buena with beloved relatives
a fun day spent in tagaytay highlands
a complete family on christmas day

though greatly appreciated, worldly things are just temporal. what makes me smile the most is the presence of love and happiness on christmas day.

*smile*


abadudi @ 9:12 AM
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There's a letter on the desktop
that i dug out of a drawer
the last truce we ever came to
from our adolescent war
and i start to feel a fever
from the warm air through the screen
you come regular like seasons
shadowing my dreams

and the mississippi's mighty
but it starts in Minnesota
at a place where you could walk across with five steps down
and i guess that's how you started
like a pinprick to my heart
but at this point you rush right through me
and i start to drown

and there's not enough room in this world for my pain
signals cross and love gets lost
and time passed makes it plain
of all my demon spirits i need you the most
i'm in love with your ghost i'm in love with your ghost

dark and dangerous like a secret
that gets whispered in a hush
when i wake the things i dreamt about you last night make me blush
when you kiss me like a lover
then you sting me like a viper
i go follow to the river
play your memory like the piper

and i feel it like a sickness
how this love is killing me
but i'd walk into the fingers of your fire willingly
and dance the edge of sanity
i've never been this close
in love with your ghost

unknowing captor
you'll never know how much you pierce my spirit
but i can't touch you can you hear it
a cry to be free
or i'm forever under lock and key
as you pass through me

now i see your face before me
i would launch a thousand ships
to bring your heart back to my island
as the sand beneath me slips
as i burn up in your presence
and i know now how it feels
to be weakened like Achilles
with you always at my heels

and my bitter pill to swallow
is the silence that i keep
that poisons me i can't swim free
the river is too deep
though i'm baptized by your touch
i am no worse at most
in love with your ghost


abadudi @ 9:07 AM
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Sunday, December 19, 2004

*sigh*

i don't know why,
but i've been thinking about you all the time.

a supposed vacation,
turned out to be an irrefutable reality of contemplation.


abadudi @ 2:41 PM
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Monday, December 13, 2004

when you wish upon a star

though living this miserable life,
i am comforted with the fact that we granted the wish of a 10-year old cancer patient last saturday.
the radiance of his smile upon seeing the computer just made my day.
dreams do come true, even in the truest sense of hopelessness.

thanks to mig, cindy, yce, monchot, and everyone from the make a wish foundation for making this a success! may we continue to believe in the power of a wish. :D




abadudi @ 5:00 PM
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Sunday, December 12, 2004

10 Things I Hate About You

I hate it when you don't text me or call me just to check how i am...
I hate it when you don't acknowledge your faults...
I hate it when you blow things out of proportion...
I hate it when you don't mingle with other people, especially with my family...
I hate it when you give out a fake laugh everytime...
I hate it when after a fight, everything is left hanging...
I hate it when you don't have time for me because of your mps, but you have time for basketball...
I hate it when you don't say that you love me and you don't miss me...
I hate it when you're just not there for me when i need you the most...
I hate it when after all these, i still love you...


abadudi @ 1:50 PM
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