tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191737382024-03-06T17:12:35.482+08:00sketchesshare a life with me. draw with me. play with me. sing with me. read with me.LOIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09730843939380415168noreply@blogger.comBlogger1529125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19173738.post-77771772548343215362019-08-13T16:04:00.002+08:002019-08-13T16:04:59.100+08:00Chloe<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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LOIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09730843939380415168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19173738.post-6302762467301086032019-04-15T14:09:00.000+08:002019-04-15T14:10:24.007+08:00Beep BeepBeep beep!<br />
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Honking here and there. Just because it's been hell toxic, i was magically drawn to my very own HOME. After all these years, it still feels home here :)<br />
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I've changed to a number of things and the most noticeable of course is the weighing scale hand swinging to an added half of what i used to have. I could have gotten a digital one but hey, i love the things i used to have way before these easy-peasy gadgets took over our lives. I've moved from here and there, switched roles from peasant to queen (duh!), jumped over different fences, laughed and cried a lot, migrated from symbian to android os. I've learned a lot in these years of transition from being just a plain drama queen to a hall of famer Oscar's best actress. Seriously, after all these years, I thank God for all the things that happened to me and i couldn't be any happier to what i am now, what i have, and the operating os i currently tinker into.<br />
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So what's the buzz? Wala lang. I just felt the need to pin this down. I'm back, hopefully.<br />
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LOIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09730843939380415168noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19173738.post-36358852162228655792017-03-17T14:07:00.003+08:002017-03-17T14:07:59.820+08:00Her majesty<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />LOIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09730843939380415168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19173738.post-75114097915611422622017-03-07T13:18:00.002+08:002017-03-07T13:18:41.510+08:00SleepLast night, i can't really pinpoint the quandary i am in, and the ambivalence i feel in the face of it. There's not much to talk it out, and i chose to sleep away with it.LOIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09730843939380415168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19173738.post-20321754196658249062017-03-06T08:31:00.001+08:002017-03-06T08:31:07.925+08:00WorkweekAnother work week to fulfill.<br />
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I still haven't set my self on-board blogging again, and that my thoughts are going way of out of wack in expressing it organized.LOIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09730843939380415168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19173738.post-3546507773823587632017-03-03T16:15:00.003+08:002017-03-03T16:15:54.521+08:00Not much to expect, but a lot to accept.Not much to expect, but a lot to accept.<br />
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Thoughts could brim until they overflow.LOIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09730843939380415168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19173738.post-12140687513354483332017-02-22T13:40:00.002+08:002017-02-22T13:40:17.441+08:00The Nearness of You<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">It's not the pale moon that excites me</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">That thrills and delights me</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Oh no, it's just the nearness of you.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">:)</span>LOIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09730843939380415168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19173738.post-73672222066909254372017-02-20T16:19:00.001+08:002017-02-22T13:39:11.559+08:00PeekSo this afternoon, i decided to walk down the memory lane and read my blog entries way way back many pounds ago.<br />
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It sure brought smiles and tears. Looking back, it felt comfortable pouring everything in this space. It also kinda makes me sad that i do not have the luxury of time now to do this all over again.<br />
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But who knows, maybe tomorrow again?LOIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09730843939380415168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19173738.post-74868812865906774192015-04-21T09:16:00.000+08:002015-04-21T09:19:41.378+08:00Heya<div style="color:#000; background-color:#fff; font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px"><div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1429577444261_14335" dir="ltr">It's been donkey's years. Quite not sure if I'll be resurrecting this den, or will have a total revamp for pushing the stark reality to the surface of consciousness. </div><div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1429577444261_14375" dir="ltr"><br></div><div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1429577444261_14374" dir="ltr">Let's just see :)</div></div>LOIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09730843939380415168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19173738.post-369859726271990272013-12-01T20:23:00.000+08:002013-12-01T20:20:42.848+08:00:):)
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<br>Sent from my iPadLOIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09730843939380415168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19173738.post-91667377291704557682013-06-26T22:27:00.001+08:002013-06-26T22:27:37.792+08:00outi never meant to desert this home. i was just out, exploring other means of survival.LOIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09730843939380415168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19173738.post-45584157524091630252013-06-16T22:40:00.001+08:002013-06-16T22:40:49.949+08:00blogi miss you blog.<br />
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i'll be backLOIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09730843939380415168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19173738.post-83106087317206256912013-06-13T23:36:00.000+08:002013-06-13T23:51:29.155+08:00promoted<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZadvUAHgEgLzRFx7HFEhKaoleSkqEVVpiBzBFzztyY09n8g1Vjk-HA1yLgfJ1YKSSmBhX-JDxaTwHvUdm_p5YgXSzFHTXq2g1P1McwWqZEt67nFxICVhSi1kevK7XdBOwi71f/s1600/photo-789155.PNG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZadvUAHgEgLzRFx7HFEhKaoleSkqEVVpiBzBFzztyY09n8g1Vjk-HA1yLgfJ1YKSSmBhX-JDxaTwHvUdm_p5YgXSzFHTXq2g1P1McwWqZEt67nFxICVhSi1kevK7XdBOwi71f/s320/photo-789155.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5888995834250259282" /></a></p>LOIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09730843939380415168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19173738.post-21510111295888476432013-05-20T21:55:00.003+08:002013-05-20T21:55:24.141+08:00lie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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LOIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09730843939380415168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19173738.post-70876265877017832712013-04-26T21:14:00.001+08:002013-04-26T21:18:52.869+08:00Always in a limbo<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Haven't had any plans yet on how to get through this, as this would come in sheer anticipation and vague refusal in equal measure. The coming of my natal day marks my greatest existence that i almost lost about a decade ago, when i found out that i have to live with a malady for the rest of my life. The coexistence has costs me a life that i wouldn't want my love ones to experience. I have journeyed to the deep-seated corners of despair and have braved the storms to feel even just a tiny speck of sunshine. And i am always reminded of this when a number is to be added to the years of my existence.</span></div>
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LOIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09730843939380415168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19173738.post-31469969441522499262013-04-24T10:14:00.001+08:002013-04-24T10:14:04.167+08:00enchanting morning<div style="color:; background-color:; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px"><div>There's so much about life that i don't understand. Most of the times, the simplest things are the most difficult to comprehend. Foremost, the difficult things are those that seep through the bottom and prick where the flesh is fresh and exposed. <br><br>To counter the feeling of confusion and uneasiness, i just enjoy every single moment that flicks in the theater of my life. No matter how hard it is to comprehend, it's the feeling of having something to comprehend that delights me the most. Life is not life if there's no mystery involved. <br><br>The greatest mystery is that there's not enough room to contain His love for us despite of all the life's hardest questions that we pose to Him. Despite of all the hardships and challenges that we face, we still wake up to beautiful mornings and that alone is the greatest of all the greatest mysteries to name. <br><br>It's indeed an enchanting morning.</div></div>LOIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09730843939380415168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19173738.post-18669848552084982622013-04-21T22:20:00.003+08:002013-04-21T22:20:59.094+08:00WELCOME KRANSKY!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Crumpler Kransky</b>. </div>
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Oh yeah<br />
Some days it's so easy<br />
Sometimes I forget how<br />
Much I want you back again<br />
Back again<br />
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Well maybe it's a game<br />
You win some and you lose some<br />
But when you've found a good one<br />
Don't you let her get away<br />
Don't let her go<br />
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Oh yeah<br />
If only I could have you<br />
Just the way I want you<br />
Oh, to have you back again<br />
Back again baby<br />
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Oh, I'm just a fool baby<br />
Playing Mr. Cool baby<br />
Rolling round like I got nothing much to lose<br />
But I know you and you know me<br />
And I know you can see<br />
So help me find my way back to you<br />
Back to you<br />
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Walking past your window<br />
You used to smile and throw<br />
Your sweet kisses back to me<br />
Back to me<br />
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Oh yeah<br />
Remember when I asked you<br />
If you'd be my one true<br />
It seems like yesterday<br />
Just like yesterday<br />
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Oh yeah, and I'm just a fool baby<br />
Playing Mr. Cool baby<br />
Rolling round like I got nothing much to lose<br />
But I know you and you know me<br />
And I know you can see<br />
So help me get my way back to you<br />
Back to you<br />
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I want you so take me back please<br />
Take me back my baby<br />
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If only I could have you<br />
Just the way I want you<br />
Yeah<br />
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I'm just a fool baby<br />
Playing Mr. Cool baby<br />
Rolling round like I got nothing much to lose babe<br />
But I know you and you know me<br />
And I know you can see<br />
So help me get my way back to you<br />
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I want you so take me back please<br />
Take me back my baby<br />
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If only I could have you<br />
Just the way I want to<br />
Just the way I was<br />
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LOIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09730843939380415168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19173738.post-88441391391999689802013-04-13T17:47:00.001+08:002013-04-13T17:47:24.462+08:00You get your heart broken with a slight hint of ignorance.<i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">You get your heart broken with a slight hint of ignorance.</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I know i always do. The broken heart thingy. I have been keeping this for myself, and last night was just too much. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I cannot contain it. I know i could have blurted out what this pumping unit has been keeping all those silly times, but i just couldn't. It wouldn't be right. So for the nth time, i just have to keep it to myself and witness how it will all go down the drain, without anyone knowing it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I will never have the courage to say what i really want to. My actions will always speak for me, and however and whatever it is interpreted, it will be my only contentment.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I will always care. </span>LOIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09730843939380415168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19173738.post-71985746563278665652013-04-04T18:44:00.002+08:002013-04-04T18:44:18.290+08:00Kill JoyIt's so confusing at times to pinpoint what i am nursing between the two: the malady or my existence. <br /><br />Most of the times, i am so blinded by the consequences of this malady that i missed out on the glitter of my existence. Obvious times when i would just wallow in the darkest corner and prohibit interaction with known species. Hibernation to non-existence. Fear of inflicting harm to others. Name it, i have all the reasons not to splurge on the gaiety life has to offer. Kill Joy.<br />LOIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09730843939380415168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19173738.post-24139507908085749952013-04-03T16:01:00.001+08:002013-04-03T16:01:13.195+08:00slumber 2<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I haven't been in touch for quite some time. Recently, I had this knack for mum-keeping, my heart and mind conniving to conceal the details of my human emotion, choosing pedestrian and triviality over pompous proclamations. Having been in a few mess myself, i decided to temporarily restrain the princess in me from getting stuck in a bog for longer periods of time. <br /><br />So there goes my juices. Lurking beneath its deepest slumber. <br /></span></div>
LOIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09730843939380415168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19173738.post-10425164958309240442013-02-05T14:44:00.000+08:002013-02-05T14:44:55.543+08:00slumberI had the urge to abandon this nook, but i know i just couldn't. My pen had been in hiatus for quite some time, left undisturbed by the passing of time and the life that flicks through the screen of my reality. I chose to let my pen rests on its deep slumber, while i battle and conquer on what i so called adventure of the unknown.<br /><br />LOIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09730843939380415168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19173738.post-71448768924600824732013-01-24T11:00:00.002+08:002013-01-24T11:00:28.406+08:00dork<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b>times like these when i feel like a dork.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b><br />it's frustrating.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b><br />i've never been into this kind of mess. </b></span></span>LOIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09730843939380415168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19173738.post-36037692721128792532012-12-11T00:30:00.000+08:002012-12-11T00:30:01.600+08:00bright lights<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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because the lights are so bright i couldn't just ignore the coming of the season.. </div>
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i am just alone.</div>
LOIShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09730843939380415168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19173738.post-44103885883053924352012-12-10T22:19:00.000+08:002012-12-10T22:19:36.711+08:00Passion is indeed a profession.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="userContent">A woman passionately pours herself in a
canvass during the sun's highest peak. It's one of those lunch-outs that
i stumble upon something that so resolutely radiates inside me as well.
Passion is indeed a profession.</span></div>
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