tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31042919317960769422024-03-21T22:01:53.748+08:00my silent painlyra faeldonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02159260172652604678noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104291931796076942.post-8091239553388923962012-01-31T10:22:00.008+08:002012-02-01T10:51:29.068+08:00pichakawan<div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">When I was a kid... my dad used to bring me along during his fishing trips (panayrinyan, panuhuan, pilawngan, etc.). Of course at that time... there's still no yahoo weather or the lik<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinZmyC8jKThJmlPPsjoe9Dkx2JjRDslQaDlNKyAsNeonsNlZTl2-fUKHezdmY6LpQIfqH8FlIMFITvPbaZwkoVblcIMCIRXTVyEl1AJhumw4ZAilPNZlAq_nqm5jScH3B8HqEmc4cATWE/s1600/father-son-fishing.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703681165448012386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinZmyC8jKThJmlPPsjoe9Dkx2JjRDslQaDlNKyAsNeonsNlZTl2-fUKHezdmY6LpQIfqH8FlIMFITvPbaZwkoVblcIMCIRXTVyEl1AJhumw4ZAilPNZlAq_nqm5jScH3B8HqEmc4cATWE/s200/father-son-fishing.jpg" /></a>es. It was a mystery to my curious mind why did he know the perfect weather in an island like ours. Batanes is as always sitting on an angry storm. I used to watch him stare at the empty clouds every morning before we go out in the sea. Then he would say "tu mavid kawan charaw. may ta mayavavang." So we then prepare our fishing gears (bedberen, akna, palikpik, buya, mavaw a dukay, inchuhus, pana, sakdit, sahakeb, tutuyan, etc.) and headed for the calm horizon. We never had a good catch as long as I remember but the memories linger in my head as good old days. As I grew older... dad tried to show me how to read clouds... He said "tumangay ka as kachideb mud pangwanan salawsaw...." then started drawing and naming the directions. He also told me the good fishing weather and the others. I was eager to learn then (yeah... I once dreamed of bei<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3KlVrDFdRF-4sGVsbqHxb5lBkWpONNSBHBY27Hqrf-Ufvum1bkOQY9a0IF-lKiXX9taWhfmHKY_iPRrYNoXwyrmJxNhdyQ0bF5ioL2nDvMyUoWmQWVCdTA7QUQ4eKzwA25WW0TvhlPXw/s1600/weather.PNG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 379px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703994249876899266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3KlVrDFdRF-4sGVsbqHxb5lBkWpONNSBHBY27Hqrf-Ufvum1bkOQY9a0IF-lKiXX9taWhfmHKY_iPRrYNoXwyrmJxNhdyQ0bF5ioL2nDvMyUoWmQWVCdTA7QUQ4eKzwA25WW0TvhlPXw/s400/weather.PNG" /></a>ng a good fisherman) but once technology hit me, I become net dependent.... <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Q2zRbFxvTKoYqifwG8LqCl4mtuszPv0rnMUbNMmAsV0BrE_uiqBbm-Ah1BwmsP1R5Q1x1WPSboq-fQ3ZGfGXywhyNf3Av6J3sqtnHL9830NFZSxcduQiR_hhTHBVsNou71hAOyt8Nws/s1600/pichakawan.jpg"></a>I didn't have to look at the sky or memorize wind direction.... yahoo can give me even chances of rain and wind speed. It was recently when I realize that my actions may lead to extinction of the good old kapchakawan days. I tried to review but due to lack of reference here in far far away land... I was not able to name/label all the wind directions correctly. Red are the primary. Blue are the secondary. The greens are the ones i forgotten and probably miss-labelled. there are also other directions I completely forgotten. If any Ivatan (or non-ivatan) who can help me with this.... it would be greatly appreciated</span></div></div>lyra faeldonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02159260172652604678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104291931796076942.post-7562722399050496202009-12-07T19:40:00.002+08:002009-12-07T19:53:55.672+08:00malatyat nu viay kumindichayakay aku du avak nu masari a malatyat. angu paru panghavas ayan hanebneb nu amyan an manam du kawsup ku du mata ku am nu mareklas mu muyin kan manguhat mu tachay u ichinakuhan ku. Angu chabu mud katangked ku? Angu asbangan mu jaken du malatyat nu viay ku? Ara ka paru masuyut kan manguhat du vayu a pinidi mu? Ichavakel muava yaken ta machihrayay du kadada nu araw am vayaten ku vayu ku viay a masuyut takan kamahep am imu u nguhat ku.lyra faeldonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02159260172652604678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104291931796076942.post-59840779858066621502009-12-03T20:22:00.003+08:002009-12-03T20:55:07.061+08:00numbtoday, i stopped crying. for I have cease to breath the air around me. the pain that I'm feeling can no <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">longer</span> be described. It's just there... or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">should</span> I say, I'm just there somewhere in the dark cloud of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">misery</span> that covered me. I may be gone and numb but I'll wait for the tears to flow again and give me reason to live all over again.lyra faeldonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02159260172652604678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104291931796076942.post-12515448545287256062009-12-01T14:16:00.004+08:002009-12-01T15:04:14.719+08:00the price of being methere are dark nights of my life that i want to drown in pain. I feel hopeless with no direction. Felt that big empty space ahead of me. I wish I have the reason to live, reason to breath and reason to exist. My tears are all dried out. I can't let them go, I know <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">theirs</span> no one to catch them. I'll be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">miserable</span> and half dead. Why do I always ask what did I live for if i have no reason to. Forget being fair, never mind my worth '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">cuz</span> maybe I should have not been <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">conceived</span> if the only thing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">that's</span> telling me <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">I'm</span> alive is the pain <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">I'm</span> enduring endlessly.lyra faeldonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02159260172652604678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104291931796076942.post-46165285540507053302009-11-27T07:40:00.003+08:002009-11-27T07:44:04.628+08:00reasontake my heart, take my soul, take it with you. I don't have the reason to keep it anymore. God.... I hate having what I feel.... I wish I was stronger to kill this emotion rather than the other way around. It would be a sweet death if I stop breathing today.lyra faeldonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02159260172652604678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104291931796076942.post-31842120161791957642009-11-10T16:41:00.001+08:002009-11-10T16:43:12.842+08:00just not good<span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;">One day…. I won’t bleed anymore… I won’t shed a tear… ill smile tenderly when you start to stab that knife in my heart repeatedly. I’ll be gone with peace knowing that you’ve kept your promise of being there till the end. I’ll take my walk thankfully that once… I loved you.</span>lyra faeldonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02159260172652604678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104291931796076942.post-23510855585433612692009-11-04T17:03:00.002+08:002009-11-04T17:19:20.695+08:00not too-happy halloweenas i silently endure pain... i love to listen to noise... or should i say loud music. i like to drown myself into my raw emotions. if only i can shut myself to the world.. all i need is air and my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ipod</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ive</span> been fighting hard against myself lately. i pretended <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">I'm</span> strong, put up a show and tell the world <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">I'm</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">OK</span>. tried many resources to deny the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">possibility</span> of facing that agonizing experience i had before. I run, I pretended, I said I'm <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">OK</span>. and most of all I was numb for too long enough for me to remember... Well, the hardest part for me after this endless numbness stage is facing the reality and going back to what happened. my shadow had been hunting me... asking me to take a better look at her. but i ask, why do I have to got back? why do I have to face the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">consequences</span> alone when i was suppose to be the one moving on. why? so many questions to ask... I dunno. I have no idea if ill ever find the answer. the only thing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">I'm</span> sure is... time my past by and everything may come and go but the pain will forever be there... silently waiting for me to come back and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">resurrect</span> it.lyra faeldonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02159260172652604678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104291931796076942.post-82265328589861953032009-11-04T16:35:00.003+08:002009-11-04T16:54:40.594+08:00return of the comebakits been almost half a year since i last had a time to update this blog. well sorry to say but i cant narrate all that happened in details. I've already move into a new apartment with my cousins. had been home last June to attend batanes day. also been in Baguio with my friends and also started collecting newmoon stuff. pretty excited for the latter. I'll be in the cinema to watch the first glimpse two weeks from now.lyra faeldonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02159260172652604678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104291931796076942.post-7407786336486409482009-06-10T16:23:00.002+08:002009-06-10T16:31:12.854+08:00abnormalright at the moment... i no longer feel alive.. i know its been weired to talk about death for my first 3 blogs this year but i realize a lot as time goes on... as a kid i got sick and tiered of being plain and nothing but a wallpaper on the crowd... I'm nobody... nothing and i almost don't exist... i don't want to be like that again... i always think of what i might have been if Ive been in different environment or atmosphere... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">aaarrgggghhhh</span>.... i feel numb... i want to express my anger, my pain, my confusion, my failure, and everything but i guess i have to endure and deal with it myself.lyra faeldonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02159260172652604678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104291931796076942.post-53055483096587492202009-06-09T16:04:00.002+08:002009-06-09T16:19:24.024+08:00nescafe - batanes<p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dytVuaNJv1OSB1sIkQg4lemxX22lmVNhc0TrE_A9Odu1VzJWgG4gr2hOguy54vXUi2Aq82nvDhWaew0PqZLAQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">I've been struck by this tv ad since the first day i saw it. ofcourse thats because im a true full blooded ivatan. i never imagine that there will come a day when i can watch my fellow ivatan doing a commercial on national television. </span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">there had been the time when i remember watching "hihintayin kita sa langit" which was the first movie i remember being shoot there... and lately as the century turns quickly and inovation and technology crawls up... there had been the movie "batanes" and the tv ad of dawn zulueta for "PH care". the only difference this time is we got to hear our language used in the entire ad. that made me proud to be one. </span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Felt like going home... "isang libo't isa man bagyo ang dumating... di ka matutumba... malalim ang kapit mo dito" </span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">sabi nga... bumalik sa pinanggalingan... </span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">huhuhu!... ku makey a mamatan...</span></p>lyra faeldonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02159260172652604678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104291931796076942.post-37597860827448472772009-06-04T17:30:00.002+08:002009-06-04T17:35:12.135+08:00farewell party<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKgfB7dprWXIZRsm2iIrAx9ogIqNHjif9I59BJNqlPb27pov_j4NPAd1klLyq9k_XpXngnLMALYYi-Aj7ReAibRa3m2vbKlvlbzxJpux9PUo09zVFoEdRAY61ebFuC6p_PIDtwb-3fl-s/s1600-h/lyra+faeldon+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343402873889950626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKgfB7dprWXIZRsm2iIrAx9ogIqNHjif9I59BJNqlPb27pov_j4NPAd1klLyq9k_XpXngnLMALYYi-Aj7ReAibRa3m2vbKlvlbzxJpux9PUo09zVFoEdRAY61ebFuC6p_PIDtwb-3fl-s/s200/lyra+faeldon+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;">When the last breath of life is gone from my bodyAnd my lips are as cold as the seaWhen my friends gather around for my farewell partyThere will be flowers from those who cry when I'm goneDon't be mad at me for wanting to keep you till my life on this old world is throughYou'll be free at the end of my farewell party but I'll go away loving you</span></div>lyra faeldonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02159260172652604678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104291931796076942.post-56597677952989566752009-06-03T12:01:00.003+08:002009-06-03T12:10:33.285+08:00feelings and questions<em><span style="color:#cccccc;">i know days will come and go, maybe i'll grow old, but i will die for now. is it worth to be sad if it's harder to be glad to be alive? the trouble i have caused, i wonder where i belong, is it here?... as i look around this room, seeing worried eyes that know, its time that we cannot buy. was this worth the time to write?</span></em>lyra faeldonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02159260172652604678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104291931796076942.post-30063305011808369132009-05-14T12:46:00.006+08:002009-05-14T13:14:45.370+08:00in the memory of Lyra Faeldon<span style="color:#ffff00;"><br /></span><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK3I87hTSA8JBHWqwjzyod0cMlXfkQR7DRFkBr9F1KDoWcE50qKvle8DkWEVTS_YeTZdlM-EBritfa9-AITRTdqjqc32ihbd_syivRY5p1uBA4vv5nkiAwvVaNSGrM4S74wxzSPYiTP1M/s1600-h/CIMG1043.JPG"><span style="color:#ffff00;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335542454950954114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK3I87hTSA8JBHWqwjzyod0cMlXfkQR7DRFkBr9F1KDoWcE50qKvle8DkWEVTS_YeTZdlM-EBritfa9-AITRTdqjqc32ihbd_syivRY5p1uBA4vv5nkiAwvVaNSGrM4S74wxzSPYiTP1M/s200/CIMG1043.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffff00;"><br /><br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;">have you ever think about how you will look like on your final day? </span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;">its weired but i had ask that my self.. well, of course i dunno, thats why when i stumble on my moms "barong", my instinct tells me right there and then to put in on and try... well, twas a diff. me... atlast... i got a glimps on my final look. </span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYqeQhwtB5J0PdXDMFRh-hmXdcTqdPyYGIycNIAkQLkOg5WQoMbykKC2R2fW29lQnEgw_EyxgbC4zCgOyfcotxgJS980fEEWQe-PTZQ4bf_KqwroC5m5bB0i_Pmu1TzXdcZfiMzMumrCA/s1600-h/ZxKydx3rH2e1_OqHx0wPLg.jpg"><span style="color:#ffff00;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335543092750693938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYqeQhwtB5J0PdXDMFRh-hmXdcTqdPyYGIycNIAkQLkOg5WQoMbykKC2R2fW29lQnEgw_EyxgbC4zCgOyfcotxgJS980fEEWQe-PTZQ4bf_KqwroC5m5bB0i_Pmu1TzXdcZfiMzMumrCA/s200/ZxKydx3rH2e1_OqHx0wPLg.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffff00;"><br /><br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;">people told me I'm crazy, but am I wrong on being curious? atleast ill go on in this world having an idea on how ill rot in my coffin. well, death is a must for everybody so, why fear for it.. ?</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;">I was amaze by how others react with my pic. some scream, some fear, some worry, some look me like im already rotting... most of all, some cant believe im still breathing.... </span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfUdiSLp1tDfJqDedlCDUt5ORdyzppdEkbNRkYgWjDpqBjPZEHailsGPRg1iaApS-7gX_gLzOamcnSw14fO5wSkN8MZnv7Fo8I27C8s0Iq3VRbzTKlfN4nn8-NDTPCmQrtcgP2pbq7D6Q/s1600-h/CIMG1046.JPG"><span style="color:#ffff00;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335543364310624114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfUdiSLp1tDfJqDedlCDUt5ORdyzppdEkbNRkYgWjDpqBjPZEHailsGPRg1iaApS-7gX_gLzOamcnSw14fO5wSkN8MZnv7Fo8I27C8s0Iq3VRbzTKlfN4nn8-NDTPCmQrtcgP2pbq7D6Q/s200/CIMG1046.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;">one thing is for sure... I'm contented that i know im cute on my final rest.... </span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;">bwahahahahah!</span></div></div></div>lyra faeldonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02159260172652604678noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104291931796076942.post-21926608204138673022008-12-05T03:37:00.003+08:002008-12-05T03:46:04.295+08:00city of stars<div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigV66htJY34R4mon6yHvXR-IVpYmDzZeAwvVGMq6ZG1jlfJSzoxsWk0JFb3AlmeNGKkoa-avt2OgjIEphZ7tF2sbhrR1ULUoMe37cx9Y6OaYBnHlsUtw_R0RmrBqGef3aojjP87IwpK24/s1600-h/IMG_1274.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276022974739780706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigV66htJY34R4mon6yHvXR-IVpYmDzZeAwvVGMq6ZG1jlfJSzoxsWk0JFb3AlmeNGKkoa-avt2OgjIEphZ7tF2sbhrR1ULUoMe37cx9Y6OaYBnHlsUtw_R0RmrBqGef3aojjP87IwpK24/s200/IMG_1274.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Amusement part had been an almost impossible dream for me. I remembered planning this trip for the entire year and got postponed for several times. Yeah, I did got frustrated and bag it all up at the back of my mind. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjocd52ISmc3_vTkZ28sluB6n3KumOIfM2XnFBN53U8eH90pLyLZWfQBrKqPAIZxk7mLPJym3hSQGiDVkdW5ArtuXd2Xk_XHmwzjPLugaEW3tCdvraOnH2gTXZAoZ7ugM36rEiUsEnBjXk/s1600-h/CIMG0450.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276022430107306162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjocd52ISmc3_vTkZ28sluB6n3KumOIfM2XnFBN53U8eH90pLyLZWfQBrKqPAIZxk7mLPJym3hSQGiDVkdW5ArtuXd2Xk_XHmwzjPLugaEW3tCdvraOnH2gTXZAoZ7ugM36rEiUsEnBjXk/s200/CIMG0450.JPG" border="0" /></a>Just when I was about to put it on my failure list, I decided to give it one more last try. Well I’m surprised it materialized.<br /><br />I thought I will be going alone, but I was lucky enough to pull out my friend Karey form her other plans for the weekend. We decided to push it through. We were like two lost kitties not knowing where star city is located and the only information given us was from another friend who visited a few weeks ago.<br /><br />All right, we took off early, too excited to do the <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaPHb-qq1W0aPNUKPXQ2iVPFV5jWPmPzok06b9PHzjt_ZAMKc__rcuwsR73I3DwvUqjTv79cbvw5ERFD-4AK8orfTjuGEUdS_Xt1FI0uEVWnB03fOKtKE8MVjNV0AWx7mE6_hwVXrHZgo/s1600-h/CIMG0419.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276022431914492322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaPHb-qq1W0aPNUKPXQ2iVPFV5jWPmPzok06b9PHzjt_ZAMKc__rcuwsR73I3DwvUqjTv79cbvw5ERFD-4AK8orfTjuGEUdS_Xt1FI0uEVWnB03fOKtKE8MVjNV0AWx7mE6_hwVXrHZgo/s200/CIMG0419.JPG" border="0" /></a>child-like experience. We rode a taxi not to show everyone that we can afford but we simply do not know the location only to get disappointed that we were 2 hours early. Gosh! It was such a hassle to not know what to do. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHCQ3LoOCzKXBPXhtwDtm9zQ1q7JSzNUZdgDx8aj9UNHDopl2G-WZ5ZiEnQdL9Bj-_tIrFDHEbqS6JLqrXIV7j55Ob-LSw6gB-6nbt8KKUlzelk3vM2ECvAfjmVFVsqE4CywuXn8QkSHw/s1600-h/CIMG0448.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276022427010499666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHCQ3LoOCzKXBPXhtwDtm9zQ1q7JSzNUZdgDx8aj9UNHDopl2G-WZ5ZiEnQdL9Bj-_tIrFDHEbqS6JLqrXIV7j55Ob-LSw6gB-6nbt8KKUlzelk3vM2ECvAfjmVFVsqE4CywuXn8QkSHw/s200/CIMG0448.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We then decided to go back to MOA and kill-time. We float. Just hang around walking and grab few to eat.<br /><br />Finally, the time passed by and we were able to go back to our main plan. Damn! The ticket line was exploding with crowded people. Good-thing we bump into another friend who settle the ticket for us.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixOhFANijnz-Cob_EGn9IIULYhkUiK1o0X-TdSj6wl4uP_QxQl4fapLI4iAxhRr3DF82iA86ph3o1ziXzhTx7UEdr2NHc4pMxD7TCXMTWgMgWQNpBR2GyGkO7gu8k7F7ZElGkozNKVhYs/s1600-h/CIMG0441.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276022423896855826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixOhFANijnz-Cob_EGn9IIULYhkUiK1o0X-TdSj6wl4uP_QxQl4fapLI4iAxhRr3DF82iA86ph3o1ziXzhTx7UEdr2NHc4pMxD7TCXMTWgMgWQNpBR2GyGkO7gu8k7F7ZElGkozNKVhYs/s200/CIMG0441.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Karey and I first give it a run to the shopping. It’s a weird thing to do first after our long plan trip. Then the rides…. I can’t describe how nerve wrecking it was. I almost lost my internal organs with fear and ear-breaking screams.<br /><br />My leg couldn’t almost carry me home when its time to go. Anyhow, I got my answer to my curiosity and an experience of a lifetime! It was worth the risk. </span></div></div></div></div></div></div>lyra faeldonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02159260172652604678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104291931796076942.post-73803847250173591112008-12-05T02:58:00.003+08:002008-12-05T03:19:31.066+08:00Mahatao NHS - Batch '01<div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_qCckzyilncKZb3H-tGjr0Ai1wkjZwa8hBeMDYg7dO8aFxV0pQQccIDSRbDa21b2DG8q3dzUwBQ65LEM_lSy-zXSVQ0CoADYtUG-ThIba7t4oMWx-_5WbK2Y4BUyd_LQ0dV57EtBlWfo/s1600-h/CIMG0085.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276016240746051282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_qCckzyilncKZb3H-tGjr0Ai1wkjZwa8hBeMDYg7dO8aFxV0pQQccIDSRbDa21b2DG8q3dzUwBQ65LEM_lSy-zXSVQ0CoADYtUG-ThIba7t4oMWx-_5WbK2Y4BUyd_LQ0dV57EtBlWfo/s200/CIMG0085.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;">I've never been the class favorite and I admit I'm guilty for the past few years that I've ignored my lifetime friends. But after a while, I made up my mind and started to look back to what made of who I am today and decided to pay them what I owe.<br /><br />It was a really nice, no... not just nice but overwhelming experience to <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPIK9H2S-j7-8ZQG4YlmZx6nvE9-Uuw_CJ91FX6H71DoaSsvikwrm_u4KWuFZbNGi9iAO60CE1bdfUrnoAephH8w03ULZnWgR4dKcxjDSFyXjwILJTV5AovLTc6r27MPfqG7I64L1rQfc/s1600-h/CIMG0103.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276016245154216594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPIK9H2S-j7-8ZQG4YlmZx6nvE9-Uuw_CJ91FX6H71DoaSsvikwrm_u4KWuFZbNGi9iAO60CE1bdfUrnoAephH8w03ULZnWgR4dKcxjDSFyXjwILJTV5AovLTc6r27MPfqG7I64L1rQfc/s200/CIMG0103.JPG" border="0" /></a>be with them again. We exchange stories and giggled like kids again. I really like what I felt at that moment and wanting more to be back again. I already missed a lot and this time, I'm not going to let another pass me again.<br /><br />It's only a portion of my high school <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia1Px_vD-sXdwx_OaZ4NdBCnA1REgq_mSm37UEV_3-P9eLBNarVYxfoA2w8EWrh9kTNhq1vyzz-mmlhEkY3AIqnuKXKxTXhF5oaboFaD_vFa0YvMm0MfHzUjei6h3DCpnDmuG3soOw0JA/s1600-h/CIMG0146.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276016248996964530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia1Px_vD-sXdwx_OaZ4NdBCnA1REgq_mSm37UEV_3-P9eLBNarVYxfoA2w8EWrh9kTNhq1vyzz-mmlhEkY3AIqnuKXKxTXhF5oaboFaD_vFa0YvMm0MfHzUjei6h3DCpnDmuG3soOw0JA/s200/CIMG0146.JPG" border="0" /></a>batch that I met but I’m truly looking forward for the rest to surface in my peripheral once more.<br /><br />I miss you guys... I miss all of you. The good and bad times we shared together at that sea-side school up in the north will always be one of the best memories stored up in my system until I go obsolete.<br /><br />Until the next horse kick, and the angel flies. Lets drink to that!... hehehe! </span></p></div></div>lyra faeldonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02159260172652604678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104291931796076942.post-54382600372004090112008-12-05T02:48:00.003+08:002008-12-05T02:58:26.122+08:00then the color matched<div><span style="font-family:Arial;">ok. I've always been intriuge about how those little colored cubes ever colided and match up to form a solid color. it has always been a rainbow to me. Ive spent my entire life g<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5XEyYLHcE95myMvVkuH35zGhQBvXH84BewLByqItjmkx6lrDLbPgL7lcMdvsfiNskb4h8gN8ppwZ6jO6pDg9bWuXJxCykyA9GVANVWcuqVO5_BHro4oVsF1DddxNXV9obDOB_7Pu4bvs/s1600-h/CIMG0459.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276010869953971746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5XEyYLHcE95myMvVkuH35zGhQBvXH84BewLByqItjmkx6lrDLbPgL7lcMdvsfiNskb4h8gN8ppwZ6jO6pDg9bWuXJxCykyA9GVANVWcuqVO5_BHro4oVsF1DddxNXV9obDOB_7Pu4bvs/s200/CIMG0459.JPG" border="0" /></a>eting pist about the knowledge of never being able to solve the magic rubiks. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">they said its the nerds game. hell-yeah! i believed that until two weeks ago when i finally pin the puzzle down. i jumped with joy that moment. i am not a nerd nor a geek but i got it right.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">now im hook with the little cubey game. an adik for short but im proud to being able to solve its mistery. </span></div>lyra faeldonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02159260172652604678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104291931796076942.post-64252053590231264502008-10-02T10:26:00.006+08:002008-10-02T12:41:06.128+08:00twilight of my life<div><div><div><p>Twilight is a story about a vampire (Edward) and a 16 year old human (Bella). <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOq6OxLu6lXMLfsbLSLN044Q-9rgH-rGHHYYI2UDa6iJxkhLcbjXtg33m8LozgnDy1QokCORGStihdHeR5LEzlOZ_Hh4cMjlY6QyNFvwzy-oZehcCLXa16e8bzNwcYYotM2IKQEZf9jgA/s1600-h/twiglight.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252410407162105058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOq6OxLu6lXMLfsbLSLN044Q-9rgH-rGHHYYI2UDa6iJxkhLcbjXtg33m8LozgnDy1QokCORGStihdHeR5LEzlOZ_Hh4cMjlY6QyNFvwzy-oZehcCLXa16e8bzNwcYYotM2IKQEZf9jgA/s200/twiglight.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />i first heard about this great book one morning when i was listening to my favorite (or should i say the-only) radio show i listen the "goodtimes with mo" at magic 89.9. it made a bit of a big impact that i made me curious to check it out and download it to their fan-made site.<br /><br />the intensity it had made in my life was way out of control. I was never taken away by a book like that. it made me impotent and paralyzed from reality for almost 4 days. I was hooked as soon as i read the first page. i couldn’t stop. I didn’t pay attention on anything beside the book. i locked myself up in my room <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQHydxQpWTRMtRcltFpZ5S5M_UrEOQu9Os0hBpkNMUt7IqwG-aPDM6CXSgAW1RE2kPAQpGt_kzM2g0BXABQXJw2IgEEajzo0BPdJLour48jaIB17DP2ENaXpaZNC-SUQzETvlxAFnHkY8/s1600-h/2609814125_4194361168.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252410598100056050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQHydxQpWTRMtRcltFpZ5S5M_UrEOQu9Os0hBpkNMUt7IqwG-aPDM6CXSgAW1RE2kPAQpGt_kzM2g0BXABQXJw2IgEEajzo0BPdJLour48jaIB17DP2ENaXpaZNC-SUQzETvlxAFnHkY8/s200/2609814125_4194361168.jpg" border="0" /></a>for 2 days without even wanting to go out or even taking the book with me when I take a pee. I eat with eat and didn’t sleep 4 more than 2 hrs in 2days. i was a slave for this creation. I was even surprise for what it did to me since i am not a fan of fictional or horror movies. never did i imagine myself falling in love with a vampire character either. but turned out that there are a lot of things this book let me did.<br /><br />The first book "twilight" was like the ignition of the fire, you will end up craving for more. the second "new moon" made me cried on the first few chapters and almost stopped me from wanting to read more. but towards the end.. it was ok. Third book "eclipse" was fine and towards the end, it excites me. but the last book "breaking dawn" hit me the hardest. i didn’t took my eyes away from it since start. I cried so many times and giggled while everyone was asleep at 3am. it was so overwhelming that it almost took all my energy. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN-V7V0wE-3b2hv_aAeR2Paa93BRYtVkd3ze3ErDBnd5N3g47TMC5nE9O3PCLCCCvOgzyb8Ail0VUBufFy-ddgak3PTYKoYeZvWPLfQ6PbACGZMf0h1QiNy7yRo3mkWDMZCHUhggfWZG0/s1600-h/2762575331_56bfde2c88.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252411171003834162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN-V7V0wE-3b2hv_aAeR2Paa93BRYtVkd3ze3ErDBnd5N3g47TMC5nE9O3PCLCCCvOgzyb8Ail0VUBufFy-ddgak3PTYKoYeZvWPLfQ6PbACGZMf0h1QiNy7yRo3mkWDMZCHUhggfWZG0/s200/2762575331_56bfde2c88.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />well after reading, it still had its after shock. i talked of nothing but the book to my friends. It also took a lot of time to get back to reality. i even influenced Karey, ate Brenda, and tin-tin to be just like me "a crazy twilight adik". I cannot write a word that explains how great the book was but all i can say is it was worth sacrificing for. it will change your view of the bloodsucking, prostitute, monster and evil vampire. there is no violence in the book (and i adore the author Stephenie Meyer for her work) and it was properly edited.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhMfdqfY8HbPOf0CXopJC6LXD1qjJCADpgSqBxOqAfqAkKaBCsuj_eF5AD00satWRAiD2KiXhZO7XapSMaOgY2-6UXEn0xfRynFrSYnApsW9V4qt1PSu0lK9S60QQcu3bZTAqHY9scYqg/s1600-h/movie_cullens4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252411596350089218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhMfdqfY8HbPOf0CXopJC6LXD1qjJCADpgSqBxOqAfqAkKaBCsuj_eF5AD00satWRAiD2KiXhZO7XapSMaOgY2-6UXEn0xfRynFrSYnApsW9V4qt1PSu0lK9S60QQcu3bZTAqHY9scYqg/s200/movie_cullens4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />as of now.. I’m trying to pull the months faster to November because i can’t wait to watch for its movie on the big screen. Me and my friends are already planning to watch out for it and cant even wait for long... I hope to see you there too...<br /><br />so to all who are curious and adiks... start typing "twilight" on your search browser and get ready to visit the world of immortals.<br /></p></div></div></div>lyra faeldonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02159260172652604678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104291931796076942.post-6199582290661203672008-09-08T09:24:00.002+08:002008-09-08T10:13:24.054+08:00is that you?<span style="color:#ccffff;">i have this question to ask. and its been bothering me for days. i just woke up from a big realization or should i say, reality.<br />ok. lets start, as everybody knows.. i love someone I cannot even be with. we had been together for the first 3 years then i left. the communication goes on and everything.. we had our ups and down like the usual stuff and always end up on patching the problem up. there are days when i ask my self why is this happening. is it me that keeps on holding?.. well, my frequency in going back to see him is only once a year. and its been 10 years now... it took that long before i ask this strange question. do i really love him to hold unto him for this long or is it just my ego that’s speaking so that everyone will be amazed when i say that i have a long time relationship and im doing good in keeping it?.. or is it true love that i can endure this long because his my destiny or is it just me being afraid to let go?<br /><br />I have so many questions in mind that i myself cannot answer so please do help. i wonder if the reason is that until now, i cannot let go of my past and im living in time capsule. i worried about everything. I think this is the reality i have to face now. I was left behind.. there are things i expect from him that he doesn’t do. I really hate my self for this, am i right about this point?.. I am not dumb about not knowing that people do change as time goes by but my realization about him being the man i use to know cease in no point of view. i see him as i boy i met 10 years back no more no less. well if you agree with me as a result of my seeing him once a year, then im really having a lot of trouble to think about this situation.. I also worry about things that I should not wimp about. If I were you?.. would you keep it that long?.. I also ask, why is He holding on? is it true (gosh, now Im doubting) or he has the same scenario as me not yet awake of the truth...<br /><br />gosh... i really need i clear thinking about this.. I am in no right mind to think about my self but i have no one to ask that’s why i ask you... please comment.. thanks! <br /> </span>lyra faeldonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02159260172652604678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104291931796076942.post-2104051020353104682008-08-12T22:36:00.003+08:002008-08-12T22:39:16.153+08:00minsan sa tahimik na buhay ni lyra<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMaG87MAa9GsavNeNroTBXNVQS0ipObHUjoDaMxf93Mzs_be2TUiyfJDnQw17U6BgRYm5-RbhHFf3CaHgyUAchj8LsTJukLXT8tedx6PC9WoTkNrfgIvK_WgCq7zlmcgKD3ORaxQ9wNbg/s1600-h/externalbleeding.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233640605927853602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMaG87MAa9GsavNeNroTBXNVQS0ipObHUjoDaMxf93Mzs_be2TUiyfJDnQw17U6BgRYm5-RbhHFf3CaHgyUAchj8LsTJukLXT8tedx6PC9WoTkNrfgIvK_WgCq7zlmcgKD3ORaxQ9wNbg/s200/externalbleeding.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAICMmwZF8kKdQmpof0Z5kHaBMh_0EF8jN1xsmSJ-lQyzHZXMlss1Ass07uo_ymG9NKBWR6TX9Ugz-f_wpYkhj-Xejw0qlQeemJgb2PxI52EUKfq0oEB1GOR8ZaCkQO2Muuuzl35xtONQ/s1600-h/itsbeensolong.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233640450997759842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAICMmwZF8kKdQmpof0Z5kHaBMh_0EF8jN1xsmSJ-lQyzHZXMlss1Ass07uo_ymG9NKBWR6TX9Ugz-f_wpYkhj-Xejw0qlQeemJgb2PxI52EUKfq0oEB1GOR8ZaCkQO2Muuuzl35xtONQ/s200/itsbeensolong.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>basta... i feel sick.. i feel bad... i dont want to go home.. gusto ko magbabad sa trabaho until mawalan ako ng pakiramdam. ayoko umuwi at mag isa nnman.. ayoko mag isip kung pano mo ko ginago. ayoko! Ayoko!! AYOKO!!!!.... sayang anf time ko para isipin ka... gosh.. gusto ko naging manhid... bwsit!... inis ako.. grabeh... im so ENGOT... panu mo ko nagagawang tanga?... i know what you're doing pro i choose to be blind on my own way.... AGGGGHHHHHH!!... so pakshet!!... panu?... panu nga? panu kita tatanggalin sa gunita ko... ayo na kita,,, sawa na ko sa kaka intindi ko sau.. tao din ako.. i have my own life.. i want to live my own.. d nalang palaging nag aadjust para sau. tangna nmn... ang sama talaga ng pakiramdam ko... i want to let it out.. sabi mo di tau bagay kasi masyado matayog ang gusto ko marating at di ka nakaka catch-up... what do you think im doing... sa palagay mo i like to be this...? miles away? gago ka pla eh... the only reason why im here is because i am thinking ahead of what will be the best for us.. para maging reality itong seemingly imposible gap na kaylangan natin i conect... AARRRRGGGHHHHH!!!!.... gosh,,,,,, i really need to let my anger go... what do you think guys?... how can i move on?... ive been a slave for 11 damn years.... i am in a relationship for that long that i dont know kung tama pa ba na i keep ko ito or not or either if im doing the right thing or not. d ko lam kung anu na ko.. i dont even know my self.. sa sobrang concentration ko to be devoted and program my damn life for him.. nasiraan na ata ko... di ko na alam kung panu ang life without him kasi he was my first and last. damn!.. im so coward to face reality... alam ko gago ako... i know im taken way forgranted at agrabyado na talaga ako but i just cant seem to face the world without him.. i know what you think,,, that i know i should be strong and leave.. but how?..cge nga?... i was born to be stupid when it comes to this love?.. but who's not? we all are. i just want to know if what Im feeling is still move or not... ok... to give you the simple situation... i am commited as i said before.. im with a relationship from the longest period of time... 11 eleven years... just imagine?... cge nga... oo gago ako... when we were younger,.,, he had GF's other than me.. naging kabit sila... I was still the orig... at least that was what i believed in. we were only together for 3 years.. then i left batanes... i was so young and so much in-love.... i have to admit im a perfectionist when it comes to personal issue.. i wanted everything to be ok... sa sobrang praning ko... di ako nagkaroon ng pag kakataon to entertain other suitors since we parted untill now.. grabeh... pwede na ata ko barilin sa ulo dahil sa sobrang loyal.. he continued having flings... at sabi nya.. he didnt courted nmn daw them.. and they are only friends?... duh?... friends mo face mo?... meron ba friend na ng ttxt in the middle of the night ng i miss you?.... AGGGGHHHHH!!!.... i hate you!... then, the other reason which he told me is because i only come home once a year at matagal na yung 1 week. yun ang mabigat na offense wich im guilty of.. yes... im away...but my heart always stay.... bwisit!... panu ko ba tangalin sa kokote ko ang ulul na yun?... mag bubulag bulagan nanaman ba ako untill forever?... ok ka lang?.. if your a girl?... ok lang ba sau na me ibang kinalolokohan ang BF mo for that simple reason na di naman daw kami nag kikita at nagkakasama while you are all out head-over-heals devoted and loyal to your BASTARD partner?... cge nga?.. i calculate mo nga ang solution sa napaka complicated kong suliranin?... hayzzz..... ang gulo talaga ng life...<br /><br />hayzzz... basta ayoko pa umuwi at mag isip.. ayoko mapag isa.. mag iisip lang ako... goshh,,,, napaka tanga... buti pa ang iba me mga friends na nakakalabasan ng sama ng loob.. unluckily.. he was my all... so pag ganitong problemado ako.. i could hardly let it out.. its a poison stuck in me forever.. DAMNNNNN!!!!!!!!!! HHHEEEEEELLLLLPPPPP!!!! kaylangan kong bumalik sa katinuan... pa rehab kaya ako....<br />question is,,, am i willing to feel this pain forever?... EWAN! </div></div>lyra faeldonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02159260172652604678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104291931796076942.post-38646244372644630512008-07-21T14:50:00.003+08:002008-07-21T14:55:21.250+08:00Gratitude - Hindi po ito graduation speech…<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5AWZwzcZiV-qjd7o2QP5ety-JstFGI0dFHmTdOwAtaVmZSkjZLXyxt4A0NeeVqN9Nq_Q021q8d8iv7V6YvvzkwPCeUPc6JMAiChPbzIvDfeRCdiZllLGjvFINzQBb3XQczdt8kJv_skY/s1600-h/me1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225356843631806978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5AWZwzcZiV-qjd7o2QP5ety-JstFGI0dFHmTdOwAtaVmZSkjZLXyxt4A0NeeVqN9Nq_Q021q8d8iv7V6YvvzkwPCeUPc6JMAiChPbzIvDfeRCdiZllLGjvFINzQBb3XQczdt8kJv_skY/s200/me1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;">You read it right. This is not a graduation speech nor my last will. Hehehe!<br /><br />I just celebrated my 24th birthday and I felt like I have an obligation to thank everyone. Although nothing happened extra-ordinary, I still insist on talking here. Im so sorry if it has to be done this way for most of the people I love are not around to tap their back at this moment.<br /><br />Gosh…. I’ve been spending to much time on how to thank you guys... but after five tries… I ended with this. It seems I have difficulties in saying thank you personally but I know I have to do it either way.<br /><br />My family is my life. They will always be in my heart until my last birthday.<br /><br />To my cousin Tin who treats me like her personal clown, pare mahal ang bayad sa ospital ngaun, baka maloka ka.<br />To JM & Rodel – ayusin nyo lyf nyo ha. Pakabait lagi.<br /><br />To my officemates – thank you for understanding me and being my friend through hard and good times.<br />Ms. Mavic – salamat sa isa na namang taon ng pagtitimpi sa mga kapalpakan ko.<br />Prens – although we didn’t spent longer time to know each other, I feel like you’re already here in my heart for so long. Naks! (kinopya ko lang yung english na yun) hehehe.<br />Karey, Ms. Jong, Ate Brenda, Ate Rocky, Ms. Vangie, Rose, Chery, Dada, Ate Nancy, Jera, Jay, Sheryl, IO, Jhona at sa lahat nang makukulit at me topak na kasama ko sa trabaho, salamat sa pag impluwensya nyo sakin para maging mas makulit at mabait na bata.<br /><br />To my batch mates here kc, jan, joi, den, harvey, girlie and the others, sorry kung naglaho ako. Next time nalang ako taya pag mayaman na ko. Hehehe!<br /><br />My friends back home – I miss you all and thanks for remembering me.<br />Olive – no one can replace you to be my bestfriend forever.<br />Sa batch 01 – tama na inom. Ayusin na natin an gating life. mukhang kaylangan na natin umamin na matatanda na tau.<br /><br />And to all the people whom I shared my life with, I’m glad our paths cross. People may come and <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidmCqFDzibhm3ucFUoOLf2vPOg5Rb-s813aOLkTx10Pew5LUxbj8NbE5u2Smnnf2_xOweRU7D58gploqxgKLVHsyM2F4ugpSlXhv7Lr4L2qS20sAd95ENtblshTi0zti5DozfNlGwizuw/s1600-h/me.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225357079554325794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidmCqFDzibhm3ucFUoOLf2vPOg5Rb-s813aOLkTx10Pew5LUxbj8NbE5u2Smnnf2_xOweRU7D58gploqxgKLVHsyM2F4ugpSlXhv7Lr4L2qS20sAd95ENtblshTi0zti5DozfNlGwizuw/s200/me.JPG" border="0" /></a>go. Some stay and some move on but I treasure every minute of it without any regret.<br /><br />I’m thankful for the 24 years that God gave me. For the trials I had encountered. I realize that I wont be this strong without them. If ask for my wish, I wont desire for anything else but the joy and happiness of my love ones. You are my life and I am you. They say love is not selfish and so am I. I love you more than my own.<br /><br />Hayz…. Nakz… nawindang ako sa haba ng drama at kaseryosohan nito. Its so not me. Gosh..... kalurki,..kulot na tuloy bangs ko.. pwede naman sabihin in one word eh, SALAMAT!.<br />Tuloy ang ligaya. Salamat nlng at buhay pa ko para mag hasik ng kabaliwan. Bwahaha!</span></div></div>lyra faeldonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02159260172652604678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104291931796076942.post-2246411020199388482008-07-10T13:00:00.008+08:002008-07-10T13:21:57.088+08:00dont laugh at me<span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;">I'm a little girl with glasses, the one they call the geek <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjEfRJwQ1_-jPN6Hsz7BxhOtId_hgR0u5DBSI4-ayj9fOtdUEp4fX6U2T4vCclfeajPuSN4DizseFA0L_-MwzOv-0AIugw4BUVEMfTXXXJ0Rl1xnn8jc3dedFTXFcIaptTcUPbyuLhJNE/s1600-h/6.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221250790576181490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjEfRJwQ1_-jPN6Hsz7BxhOtId_hgR0u5DBSI4-ayj9fOtdUEp4fX6U2T4vCclfeajPuSN4DizseFA0L_-MwzOv-0AIugw4BUVEMfTXXXJ0Rl1xnn8jc3dedFTXFcIaptTcUPbyuLhJNE/s200/6.JPG" border="0" /></a></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;">A little girl who never smiles, 'cause I've got big crooked teeth</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;">And I know how it feels. To cry myself to sleep</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;">I'm that kid on every playground who's always chosen last<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifbo3Y5esPlHALSpZ1S2GzEJ9uyHHu6wW94lu1rNpSAna5Q5MNk4eWUvK6MBC2ds0DNUUBvb54juktrnO8eQXBSsZYGDel4VLHZidaffQZDrE8HfeQhJlaYiriqiCtmN2SwZwbjH1KjVQ/s1600-h/bilog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221249014877270706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifbo3Y5esPlHALSpZ1S2GzEJ9uyHHu6wW94lu1rNpSAna5Q5MNk4eWUvK6MBC2ds0DNUUBvb54juktrnO8eQXBSsZYGDel4VLHZidaffQZDrE8HfeQhJlaYiriqiCtmN2SwZwbjH1KjVQ/s200/bilog.jpg" border="0" /></a></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;">A striving loner tryin' to overcome my past </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;">You don't have to be my friend but is it too much to ask? </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;">Don't laugh at me, don't call me names <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOplchuiWHw8d7skEx_0aV8H3C3LqmVFslzmMuOQoD-kJGJjC7LHiUA4-s4Puj0aqAVbiclBS7G8kIZie0CgkK8V8_oH_ftD5mp6a1gWCk8ecHtYGLLQp4EApzvW3wINFqFkKFSqtMjTM/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221249620529584226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOplchuiWHw8d7skEx_0aV8H3C3LqmVFslzmMuOQoD-kJGJjC7LHiUA4-s4Puj0aqAVbiclBS7G8kIZie0CgkK8V8_oH_ftD5mp6a1gWCk8ecHtYGLLQp4EApzvW3wINFqFkKFSqtMjTM/s200/DSC00118.JPG" border="0" /></a></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;">Don't get your pleasure from my pain </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;">In God's eyes we're all the same </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;">Someday we'll all have perfect wings </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;">I'm the cripple on the corner you've passed me on the street <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJoFlTv4wwo85Lub_NLDE1jIWNWF2IV8tkhA3qG3kXFjsGzr4yc5tMUhsLfrpqlFILAKLDU1WOBzQDA0jSdNHfoE6jC-3uX7-NMOfPRVOAU4Uob9QcOuBW2MoLFOVGFDxFSxnNfOp_Xkw/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221249425612345842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJoFlTv4wwo85Lub_NLDE1jIWNWF2IV8tkhA3qG3kXFjsGzr4yc5tMUhsLfrpqlFILAKLDU1WOBzQDA0jSdNHfoE6jC-3uX7-NMOfPRVOAU4Uob9QcOuBW2MoLFOVGFDxFSxnNfOp_Xkw/s200/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" /></a></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;">And I wouldn't be out here beggin' if I had enough to eat</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;">And don't think I don't notice that our eyes never meet </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;">I lost my heart and life when someone cross that yellow line </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk0KqNhR-oQC0JoM5mtoKuVy6GRXCttll_dSZRSViE5YLCr2Qnl7HNrP8NWg-pekf1zSxTA5oy9PlIusnHS_q_oU3qj0hDQ_V-B98mPPnID3JFethHAKHbyn9nCusEzfTp38vA-atunpU/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221249163216692290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk0KqNhR-oQC0JoM5mtoKuVy6GRXCttll_dSZRSViE5YLCr2Qnl7HNrP8NWg-pekf1zSxTA5oy9PlIusnHS_q_oU3qj0hDQ_V-B98mPPnID3JFethHAKHbyn9nCusEzfTp38vA-atunpU/s200/DSC00008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;">That same day I lost my mind. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;">And right now I'm down to holdin' this little cardboard sign...</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;">DON'T LAUGH AT ME!</span></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"></span></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;">I'm fat, I'm thin, I'm short, I'm tall I'm deaf, I'm blind, hey, aren't we all? </span></div>lyra faeldonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02159260172652604678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104291931796076942.post-74367048073579084952008-06-23T16:02:00.010+08:002008-06-23T17:24:04.342+08:00wild card cowboys<div><span style="color:#ffff33;">Sunday, June 22, 2008. The rain was pouring hard and the wind is blowing hard outside. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgahkeNrOQxmen14JYbFHny4JYNflGSL0uLfcvUK_W2iIZ5VLBtqHw1TUnM56IIaqACsJJ6Vy907PPlxu32b19ZMS0BOz1fP2S5BPb6xyxYcjNvuGBLOc2X27rEwp0EpwGcjJ6jBUkgFvU/s1600-h/snack.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214989526264579266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgahkeNrOQxmen14JYbFHny4JYNflGSL0uLfcvUK_W2iIZ5VLBtqHw1TUnM56IIaqACsJJ6Vy907PPlxu32b19ZMS0BOz1fP2S5BPb6xyxYcjNvuGBLOc2X27rEwp0EpwGcjJ6jBUkgFvU/s200/snack.JPG" border="0" /></a>Me and my cousin Thine woke up past 12 after sleeping at 2 a.m. there’s nothing much to do since we cant get out of the house and the electricity is was also not available. i was bored. I felt like blank. Cant do anything fruitful this day. Then, I remembered what me and my family use to do during typhoons in our province. Yes…. I finally got something to do and be excited about. As the oldest among the housemates, I called for a general assembly in my room and we’ve prepared a comfy mattress for us to sit in. we went through the rain and grab light snack on the convenient store near us. Then the tournament begins.</span><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0wdJHDfBAUDnuke2BuJewzMftlY3kHsRnUxwoyss-1dvgxktE6bXihHaWvRabcLbGeWdbTeHs2c9q3TCfNR36oHHyevpVokYXmWAsWV9KBw-bq1iFq-uQ0dpdhb1x3-HkuJB1Ao5-vL0/s1600-h/cards.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214989538737791794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0wdJHDfBAUDnuke2BuJewzMftlY3kHsRnUxwoyss-1dvgxktE6bXihHaWvRabcLbGeWdbTeHs2c9q3TCfNR36oHHyevpVokYXmWAsWV9KBw-bq1iFq-uQ0dpdhb1x3-HkuJB1Ao5-vL0/s200/cards.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffff33;">The four characters are me (Lyra Gabilo Faeldon), my cousins (Jomar Quizagan Gabilo, Kristine Gabilo Adami, and Rodel Gabilo Come). The rule was simple. Who ever lose the game of poker will be the one to sort the cards and got the opportunity to be drawn on the face. It was a tough game. Considering that Tine just learn the game at that very moment. After 4 hours of bursting to laughter and trying to cheat on my playmates. We ended up all looking like worst than Indian cowboys.</span></div><div><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">The ranking are as follows:</span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#ffff33;">Valedictorian: Kristine May Gabilo Adami: a.k.a. (NOKIA)</span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214990487361919906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDCYFGeVSGuLXEwq7Dy2syRsGIN-3elsDOH805hPVLz_bId8T1AsW4B7-yquv5ipvFsAx7tbXD9t8O_r-L9WID3RH8FVV3lBYT7dnb1sGPK7DdAGm2mD_PaCHTcnkaFc1-yCfp_kJ3oxI/s200/tin+3.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214990479576158594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRPY4PbZbicWvuBsvfekYPqb64sKVVvAJT5eTYOpwfmuZ8ZyuDE5zJgPpQpl_aBReGvFxeqv1VhCvN81wWcUfBipqhXsjSQenSQRclWRPl_w_NB7vIAhy2OLX2iXC6VsPbBT92hQWFbaA/s200/tin+2.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214990481206282050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqHaq0hldvMcNKU1xqALFNxu7oSwYsaNCNTPAYqIyiEmRrUNe1aoS-sALz0OEXDgm1oL_F4U2iUc9qUU7ftZI9AQ7XIRA-HrCYsbvFWZgWTNWTv0ep0cUjlDHoNamepIIIqcua2kpVHEM/s200/tin+1.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></div><span style="color:#ffff33;">Salutatorian: Rodel Josef Gabilo Come: a.k.a. (Honda/Nachos)</span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214992868685007538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="189" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMxY0dEEWBhhnEiTCMGlG8XdEmhd2GkoDS1fPuZH_dZxjSJeKCDg0Vloi35c_9SZkw2CzKsqkBGEuFuh-ZC6O6xwNnHbUy2fn5vddgF8dND1HcQQN72XfXv6Czol4H4Cx4QDq8YjdQxG8/s200/odel+3.JPG" width="137" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214992865266582050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="184" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtXdx3Pgb4xDEpB8avkYhiGgX41wwANSzDOTcIcfX7deVP1nhM-ycg72i5clVXeZKgJ80EEEfPyD2p5AUqXu1OWISQ3FCDo96Op_hO57MSjP0popDMFI-nNpfnkg_lfZxULeMRrIAZ7cE/s200/odel+1.JPG" width="133" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214992867971921186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="194" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkCPzyA3fWNFPNfiHpo5LPMBzeka3onickrEeMRDJVdxJpVc_9ru9P3ML5T2icL8yCQCqnyohPIOL91QtD2UEGbjsakPuOlMUUKpe1U4pKOeG8BJRYOAK8Q4MWydo-bRTTTha38R_HRiw/s200/odel+2.JPG" width="137" border="0" /><span style="color:#ffff33;">First Honorable Mention: Lyra Gabilo Faeldon: a.k.a. (Spiderman)<br /></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214993634003460866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="145" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNoebCKlVmJMUqROc9TeTcYTAM1xC31fPwiY92cRV65iZmUyjMzMbs1nbOOjxx2-laLoaMBNCBLFQrcviT_ypg3bXsjD8aTt67tApi6YsmzYwP0r_Q0rmtgQsUr4EYpnbNFbfANR7CFQ0/s200/lyra+front.JPG" width="168" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214993635602061490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="192" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUC8JF12E6PATRtvMphJa8yk6id9uaaWuQzSrwfHTUTLqHSGsufo7zism1iKbB0zUDoWQ6x2W4dhSS4GephlelthrcJfVWYJjNHbUgL6UfounqX8fFR6J2N1ffRrQhkKldn1gHsLWp9pU/s200/lyra+2.JPG" width="140" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214996002234832690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="187" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqr0tERycqmLqrCyt3j3O3fv4m0BovzJ-mtFiNoGECwCEr5vpc3PM19zPScWnWLeXfpnlqmgUd_H3O-7Ez5mWMnDHF1WvUfPahAoy4Ycgr6IlNLfBHNPMqR_spEOS32Pb8yP8-BZ05-Z4/s200/lyra+1.JPG" width="142" border="0" /><span style="color:#ffff33;">Honorable Mention: Jomar Quizagan Gabilo: a.k.a. (Chubby kiss)<br /></span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDC1cmEOsoBSzhnZrEhM35KRYmeJR3z5-84Ue1jFKC7lG-GuVPK-Zxw0iU6dOAKPVr8F2fi0ICdwE9YHH6fYnCY-T4uTqdDMgxr3pDMGCo4lefNlxwRZcl5HF0tOY3rg-a1PWrxTCajSA/s1600-h/jm+2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214989561716576162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="162" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDC1cmEOsoBSzhnZrEhM35KRYmeJR3z5-84Ue1jFKC7lG-GuVPK-Zxw0iU6dOAKPVr8F2fi0ICdwE9YHH6fYnCY-T4uTqdDMgxr3pDMGCo4lefNlxwRZcl5HF0tOY3rg-a1PWrxTCajSA/s200/jm+2.JPG" width="138" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQM3HP9dDS3yUUXKY-e3pYQfLFQWTYwuKl9Ijhczot9O03lK2OaASoy51JWbJuRS_lNGCJf-I3x3JR3EWY0nIVAV1J5ZYc7G7gGLwSHXU4v3d6Jgpnn9v0RWzvAPcDgfkHArMeZunMrH4/s1600-h/jm+1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214989537651278898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="147" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQM3HP9dDS3yUUXKY-e3pYQfLFQWTYwuKl9Ijhczot9O03lK2OaASoy51JWbJuRS_lNGCJf-I3x3JR3EWY0nIVAV1J5ZYc7G7gGLwSHXU4v3d6Jgpnn9v0RWzvAPcDgfkHArMeZunMrH4/s200/jm+1.JPG" width="146" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214996474154025490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="135" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ3UsAxaF5Y2VAIWqQI-qRygv9hosx8_6E0FZIvmhvrk7U0zfji2o4OuwfIhwlTa-AXUD75WL5-Yj-hfusQK3JY8t50Z2B1-5yYAtgyM6uKUrlarcOdKzc1ReTmmOZV43gdMrluB0J6OQ/s200/jm+3.JPG" width="170" border="0" /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">The next time a typhoon hit your place and you got bored… try doing this… its really fun..<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214998473099074418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="164" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR0JosclgK2FScXuJKEjjGZkebe5cR_yp4F0FAzHjoAmMn5IrhDBHX2tY9Og22IlXS3E5O9VpSakl5TeuFsPXLMOO8foilhrkp6W76oy1AxskwvGRMQ3kk1mU6uTg-D-WWJSRwBD1dEv4/s200/card+masters.JPG" width="215" border="0" /></span></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">Any comment or suggestions?.. Write me.. tnx!</span>lyra faeldonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02159260172652604678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104291931796076942.post-22537476902435212582008-06-20T23:05:00.005+08:002008-06-21T00:10:34.049+08:00the book of my life<span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">my cousin kristine once told me that only good girls have diaries and bad bad one's dont have time..</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">i stand to oppose because sad to say, i have one and i ain't a GOOD girl. infact, i belong to the almost worst one. i dont know since when specificaly ive started but i remember seeing my moms journal when i was just a kid inspired me to do one. </span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7mR6G6jQm67Cs8TuNWMqBdw9J5fRL9V7rttWfcBZSPNhWrVbBQPWPk8DkPyxyZu3F_euqcdxVHm2gjFnXL00AUp1kTpqrdwUIAOos972xcgAZifd_o-NwyKz_nZDWErB5fHJ1elbfp9Q/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213989252240700194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7mR6G6jQm67Cs8TuNWMqBdw9J5fRL9V7rttWfcBZSPNhWrVbBQPWPk8DkPyxyZu3F_euqcdxVHm2gjFnXL00AUp1kTpqrdwUIAOos972xcgAZifd_o-NwyKz_nZDWErB5fHJ1elbfp9Q/s200/DSC00008.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">at first, it was just a recycled old notebooks that i used in school where i write. and it was not even consistent. i was just in grade school then, i only write when i hated someone or was happy, and sometimes when there are special occasions in my life that need not to be forgoten... </span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">i wish i could post a picture of my oldest diary but they are all kept in my room at batanes. i remember some lines that i wrote at age 9. "i just made the biggest mortal sin ever in my entire life, i stoned my neighbors chicken to death.". . hahahaha!... that line really made my laugh when i read it after more than 14 years. its really fun to go back and scan the pages back to my past life. i realize many things, like how stupid i use to be. (as if i am not now) hahaha! the friends i met and the places ive been. so with the mixed emotions that i felt.. of course it was not always fun but really... it helps a lot to realize why i should not give up on the trials of life i am facing now.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">as the years goes.. it became a part of my everyday life. my highschool journals are among the most colorfull ones while my college are very exciting since it was the time for me to start standing on mu own. i finally got my full independence when i graduated and have a job. my journal became more serius and when you scan through the pages, you can see so much solitude emotions and longging. i have kept the other side of me in my book and i have no intension to share it w/ any one. like i said, i am not a GOOD girl so the cops might come and cuff me if my book will be read by anyone. it is exlusivey for me. </span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDt0KiRqBEI_zuwJlL5XqMVkoIrc20AbxFQo6DGxjo_CekfdyEwxh612p_ZB3-vNQCIQv0pMuu6zViSeb8r1kflGOEtxPyM825oldfFqbBdA-jZxUg4LbEVkoUja11o9yU6E5aLfUKPbE/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213995678111152594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDt0KiRqBEI_zuwJlL5XqMVkoIrc20AbxFQo6DGxjo_CekfdyEwxh612p_ZB3-vNQCIQv0pMuu6zViSeb8r1kflGOEtxPyM825oldfFqbBdA-jZxUg4LbEVkoUja11o9yU6E5aLfUKPbE/s200/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">i have posted the image of my 2008 diary so you will have an idea on how it looks. its almost similar to a scrapbook because i have kept some memorable in it, eg. candy wrappers, tickets, reciepts, ect. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">i have am not giving you the idea to stole mine, (for God's sake please dont). but i am encouraging you to do so. isnt it good to go back and read all the things that you have done as grow old?.. i like the idea of passing by this crazy world and leaving my writtings and life alive.. or just thinking about sharing what you have done with your kids and grandchildren someday. (just incase you will not have any trouble about forgeting) and it will be in details.. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">when i read the movie THE NOTEBOOK, i was really inspired.. i can feel my self on their position and thats what i want to end my life with. it is worth the effort. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">my friends are amaze why i remember certain days that marked my life and i blame my journal for it. i tell you, at first it was hard... no, it was never easy. because untill now i still have the trouble of consistently updating it.. i dont know if it will last long now that the net is popping up fast and manual writting may extinct.. but i keep my stand still. like i said, my journal became a part of me and it contains so many things that no one has seen of me before or will never be </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ClQZVXnMC8IFU4tDmcMrvGASDHCgN6013Mb1FdZsJ63XmRJjXJwCbpEmD5ZmUbMzZNH2Nqng9ev-ujSo_PLBCem6aEbECRm3iqaRSjoA6j92oCOdrs3ZOkCkF05I0oDLeS-7xwhlpFs/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213995670873347778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ClQZVXnMC8IFU4tDmcMrvGASDHCgN6013Mb1FdZsJ63XmRJjXJwCbpEmD5ZmUbMzZNH2Nqng9ev-ujSo_PLBCem6aEbECRm3iqaRSjoA6j92oCOdrs3ZOkCkF05I0oDLeS-7xwhlpFs/s200/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">seen. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">its really hard because i admit up to now my grammar sucks and my spelling is the worst ever... but writing is my life, my passion, and my depression. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">you can start by writting small notes of emotions and keeping it aside, not necessarily everyday but just try... its really fun to remember the past... </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">as for now, ill let my pen down and started punching the keyboad for this journal. hey.. let me know if you want to exchange ideas w/ me. k...? </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">get inspired.... </span></div>lyra faeldonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02159260172652604678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104291931796076942.post-83154077113932113422008-06-17T23:06:00.000+08:002008-06-17T23:22:22.457+08:00life is never fair!<div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccffff;">i cry for the times i though i h<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFPSutVvIqdezDXqVoP1SBtrniWdR2zmF8eCfsUAkXalitv0N4r6WrMmDL1UNSo6yrRrUEoPgQ4PhGliLnwM87fZRnHPbIRwZwoLYj8m5jXwfGwX0w1ZmVVZEoD0-bMRfHQWKHFlsP4do/s1600-h/emographic12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212870568650454466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFPSutVvIqdezDXqVoP1SBtrniWdR2zmF8eCfsUAkXalitv0N4r6WrMmDL1UNSo6yrRrUEoPgQ4PhGliLnwM87fZRnHPbIRwZwoLYj8m5jXwfGwX0w1ZmVVZEoD0-bMRfHQWKHFlsP4do/s200/emographic12.jpg" border="0" /></a>ad you.<br />i cry for the memories i have left behind.<br />not all scars shows and not all wounds HEAL.<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccffff;"><br />cut my life into pieces, this is my last resort.<br /><br />loosing you is like loosing my heart.<br /><br />i just live and breath and try not to DIE AGAIN.<br />sayang.... i thought it wa<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXHrj6_pr8pzJIWuEcqbbLe3EIecuSve0CTohfPUDSOrPe4oZn176HRZuGiKdV4g7Mjc4qNT4GyNKGGm3spPZ1fWgI2FuFZ5e_FI8PnHJarOSVMKgqvcz2r5mdcSMLWXOIai_uKo2hL9I/s1600-h/emo24.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212870562149516306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXHrj6_pr8pzJIWuEcqbbLe3EIecuSve0CTohfPUDSOrPe4oZn176HRZuGiKdV4g7Mjc4qNT4GyNKGGm3spPZ1fWgI2FuFZ5e_FI8PnHJarOSVMKgqvcz2r5mdcSMLWXOIai_uKo2hL9I/s200/emo24.gif" border="0" /></a>s for real... now i know that fairytales dont exist... who made that word that i stupidly believed <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvOPAFRjH1HFqOtdLWXDEpJYHahphE-42LgdUqN6eYRwJ4DeskNYaS2uwVOxNfCXrjicvzIsFJkziM0BPZ3mq6PmLroxyAzkMOtkWW5ll7PIcC_UVfSbWSxS4FdSB_C2QyKOVGhQ2pbMg/s1600-h/wishcouldlove.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212870569969219730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvOPAFRjH1HFqOtdLWXDEpJYHahphE-42LgdUqN6eYRwJ4DeskNYaS2uwVOxNfCXrjicvzIsFJkziM0BPZ3mq6PmLroxyAzkMOtkWW5ll7PIcC_UVfSbWSxS4FdSB_C2QyKOVGhQ2pbMg/s200/wishcouldlove.gif" border="0" /></a>in...?.. just my imagination...</span></div>lyra faeldonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02159260172652604678noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104291931796076942.post-40658139185685090102008-06-12T19:56:00.000+08:002008-06-12T20:35:50.764+08:00too much is enough<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8VYvAQDHtvsfLMwNAeYR_hkCBSJqsV-D_snkQ7BaoGDTWoBCcfCOADktMUydvkbyoypR9nHW2vB333TMuOHGS6MAS06YZj6UXGP1MMu3fApBina2_xE7E2klxoKoiB3zToa3SJ0Sbscc/s1600-h/vindicated.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210972728311953938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8VYvAQDHtvsfLMwNAeYR_hkCBSJqsV-D_snkQ7BaoGDTWoBCcfCOADktMUydvkbyoypR9nHW2vB333TMuOHGS6MAS06YZj6UXGP1MMu3fApBina2_xE7E2klxoKoiB3zToa3SJ0Sbscc/s320/vindicated.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">yeah.... its really too much... i have been wondering why life is so unfair but i haven't had an answer yet to this day... we all are educated with whats right and wrong but why do we keep on doing the later?... </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">ok... break it up.. im not getting any sense here... to cut it short.... IM MAD... IM FED UP, IM ANGRY and I HAD ENOUGH... the scenario started a long time ago. and to my prolongged patience.. i had to courage to keep my mouth and anger in tuck. but this time... hell im going to sout it all... ok,ok,,, im sory.. lets start,, my problem is regarding my family and the place i stay. my (<span style="color:#ffcccc;">aunt1</span>) and I have been living together since i graduated and have a job few years ago. there was no problem yet then. just last year my cousin (daughter of my (<span style="color:#ff9900;">aunt2</span>)) and my (<span style="color:#ffcccc;">aunt1</span>)s daughter arived and suit into the picture.. it all goes well until my </span><span style="color:#ff9966;">aunt2 </span><span style="color:#33ff33;">had a terible problem with her husbad. although only there daughter live with us. she has gone crazy... (i think).. she use to be my favorite aunt but now the world has turned upside down.. she has been harashing me through text and saying me bad words such as killing me and been forcing me to pay her daughters share of rent in our apartment as if ive done a mortal sin to them.. i dont think so... i had kept my mouth shut for so long that at this moment, i no longger wish to just swallow all what she says and turn my back on it. </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">the thing that pissest me off is that it would be more acceptable is Ive done something worth all her efforts but i got none. considering that her blood is running through my veins, that she is my aunt whatever may happen and that she is a PRINCIPAL (for real). she should act like one in all cost it may. I dont want to inflick a family issue that will destroy my own but i also know where my cut is... and forcing me to pay for her daughters rent and harassing me through text that leaves me sleepless nights wont be fair... </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">i want to see a change... i havnt had done anything YET.. but i want an answer to my prob.. I had been thinking about moving out. but i dont have anyone to turn on to. i am alone and my only companion is my self. i am afraid if i can make it or not. im too fragile to make a step thinking i would be crushed in the hostile world. do you have any suggestion or advice on what should i do?... will i move out or not? are there any options?... where will i start? lastly, have i made the right decision about writing this blog?.... so sorry but like i've said.. i am all of what i have. i do not have many friends. i dont socialize and my only family are the one who are poisoning me.. </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">pls help me...</span></strong></div>lyra faeldonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02159260172652604678noreply@blogger.com3