bittersweet

Okay, so i decided not to delete my blog. My blog is technically approching oblivion, anyways.

So here’s a song which sounded like a song i heard yesterday. And i feel like posting it because… I dunno. I just feel like. Maa, i’m getting better now. Been reading HP6 since yesterday (and doing my duties in between. I swear i’m working on the script!)

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"The Suffering"

~coheed and cambria~

Is there a word or right to say
Even in this old fashioned way?
Go make your move, girl
I’m not coming home

Would things have changed if I could’ve stayed?
Would you have loved me either way?
Dressed to the blues.
Day to day with my collar up.

Decision sits so make it quick
A breath inhaled from an air so sick
I cursed the day I had learned
Of the web you spun…
You had your hold till bleeding

Hey, Hey!
If it was up to me
I would’ve figured you out
Way before the year clocked out
Oh, I hope you’re waiting

Hey, Hey!
If it was up to me
I would’ve never walked out
So until the sun burns out
Oh, I hope you’re waiting

Would we have lived as a child would care?
With this vial to drink I dare
(Oh where have you been, oh where have you been)
Only to cry all alone with your taste on tongue
(Oh where have you been if it hurts to be forgiving? Bye)

Should we try this again with hope? (Bye, bye)
Or is it lost, give up the ghost
And should I die all alone as I knew I would…
Then burn in hell young sinner

Hey, Hey! (Ha ha)
If it was up to me
I would’ve figured you out
Way before the year clocked out
Oh, I hope you’re waiting
Oh, I hope you’re waiting

Listen well… will you marry me?
Not now, Boy
Are you well in the Suffering?
You’ve been the most gracious of hosts
You may be invited, girl, but you’re not coming in

Listen well… will you marry me?
Not now, Boy
Are you well in the Suffering?
You’ve been the most gracious of hosts
I may be invited, girl, but I’m not coming in

Hey, Hey!
If it was up to me (you had your hold)
I would’ve figured you out
Way before the year clocked out
Oh, I hope you’re waiting

Hey, Hey!
If it was up to me (give up the ghost)
I would’ve never walked out (Oh where have you been, oh where have you been)
So until the sun burns out (Oh where have you been if it hurts to be forgiving?)
Oh, I hope you’re waiting

Listen well… will you marry me?
Not now, Boy
Are you well in the Suffering?
You’ve been the most gracious of hosts
You may be invited, girl, but you’re not coming in

Listen well… will you marry me?
Not now, Boy
Are you well in the Suffering?
You’ve been the most gracious of hosts
I may be invited, girl, but I’m not coming in

Listen well… will you marry me?
Not now, Boy
Are you well in the Suffering?
You’ve been the most gracious of hosts
You may be invited, girl, but you’re not coming in

Listen well… will you marry me?
Not now, Boy
Are you well in the Suffering?
You’ve been the most gracious of hosts
I may be invited, girl, but I’m not coming in
And you’re not coming in

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Thanks to Tin, who introduced me to Coheed and Cambria.

My friends, I won’t be visiting this site for a time. Just leave a comment on my cbox or text me.

I’m still discerning whether I should delete my blog or not. Either way, I won’t be posting the very detailed accounts of the conclusion re the adventures of his highness and me. He requested it himself because it would be very detrimental to his position in his uhm, congregation, kingdom, whatever.

So there. I think a lot of you know what I’m going through and I would like to take this opportunity to thank all the people who have encouraged me, consoled me and counseled me. I appreciate all you’ve done and I’m really blessed to have friends like you guys.

I’m still lucky to be me, to have my life and well, frankly, to have everything that I have. I just feel so, so blessed.

I’ll cry, I know. Pero sabi nga ni Adam Levine, "I’ve been here before… One day, a week and it won’t hurt anymore…" At sabi naman ng Fallout Boy, "Thanks for the memories…"

. . .

Goodbye for now, my friends, comrades, constituents, donors, benefactors, countrymen and megalomaniacs alike.

I’ll be back - that I promise.

So, officially, eleksyon na. Ay. Bilangan na nga pala. Eto, nanunuod ng TV, sinusubaybayan ang bilangan. Siyempre, kahit di ako registered (Minor pa ako. Unbelievable, ne?) eto ay isa sa mga paraan para makilahok ako sa halalan. Simply by being vigilant.

I’m honestly very proud of many of my friends na nag-may I make a blog entry about elections.

And of course, very, very proud of my bureau sa Kabataan Xpress for coming up with the election special. Naalala ko talaga na tipong sunod-sunod ang shoot nun and talagang inariba ko ang script. Isang upuan lang! Whew! Pero na-accomplishs naman namin and ang dami talaga nagandahan. Nakakakilabot nga daw ang Boses ng Bureau, yung segment na prinoduce ko (w/ Sef) Good work, guys! (Take note: nanghihingi si Randy David ng copy ng ep. Loveit.)

Go lang, kabataang Pilipino! May parte talaga tayo sa eleksyon! Bantayan ang boto!

"I’ve grown accustomed to her face! She almost makes the day begin! I’ve grown accustomed to the tune that she whistles night and noon. Her smiles, her frowns, her ups, her downs, are second nature to me now, like breathing out and breathing in… I was serenely independent and content before we met! Surely I could always be that way again…

… But I’m so used to hear her say, "Good morning" every day… Her joys, her woes, her highs, her lows, are second nature to me now, like breathing out and breathing in… I’m very grateful she’s a woman, and so easy to forget! Rather like a habit one can always break… And yet… I’ve grown accustomed to the trace of something in the air… Accustomed… to her… face. "

- Professor Higgins, My Fair Lady

I know you still remember. I still do. I watched the friggin’ movie the exact same night! (We had a dvd at home. Lol.)

Eto nga siya.

At nagkataong ito yung post na wala lang.

Magpapahinga na muna si Mikki. Buong araw na kasi siyang bukas. Pagod na daw siya.

Orayt?

Sheesh, I’m talking to non-living things again.

*shakes head and turns off laptop*

Here are gothic DA works that i like.

Just click on the links.

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/38217196/

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/8520720/

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/28702794/

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/52191160/

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/52404496/?qo=4&q=by%3Aavalerion858&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/54123488/?qo=1&q=by%3Aavalerion858&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/50015312/?qo=16&q=by%3Aianni490&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps

Puro sketches lang yan. My thanks to Sanchu-Penedelium, Lizeth, Bright-Nature, Ayexist, Jenny and Lia, of course

a man despised his fiancé
and horridly crushed her heart…

on the day of their wedding
the bride pulled her sword and said,
’till death do us part’…

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I love Jenny. Whoever she may be. Basta alam ko, friend siya ni Lia.

Uber nice sketches, g-tech scribbles and photomanipulations. And the concepts are profound. Morbid, creepy but romantic in a way. Just the way I like it.

Am so endorsing her DA. Here it is: http://avalerion858.deviantart.com/

Here are some quotes from DC.

Credits go to Bon Bon of Conan’s Corner. http://www.angelfire.com/anime2/shinichi/quotes.html

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"I am Conan Edogawa, a detective…"
-Conan Edogawa

"It is the Ace of Spade that represents Shinichi…I’ve been holding it in my hands…I believe that Shinichi will be by myside and protect me…"
-Ran Mouri, from The Fourteenth Target

"Ran, if you’re going to die, I’m going to be here on the other side here with you…"
-Conan Edogawa, from The Time Bombed Skyscraper

"There is always only one truth.."
-Shinichi Kudo

"Tell Shinichi Kudo that I’m giving him 3 minutes to enjoy it…"
Moriya Teiji, famous architect, from The Time Bombed Skyscraper

"No need to know…"
Conan Edogawa, from Captured in Her Eyes

"No…the branch is going to break…Sorry, Heiji..I’ll give my life to you!"
Kazuha Toyama thinks, Book 28 as she stabs the arrow in Heiji’s hand

"Kazuha don’t move…even if I’ll die…I won’t let go…"
Heiji Hattori, Book 28 after Kazuha stabs him

"Kazuha, I can promise you that when you’re by my side, I won’t let anything hurt you…"
Heiji Hattori thinks, Book 28

"I always think that’s there a red string that binds me and Shinichi together…"
Ran Mouri, the Time Bombed Skyscraper

"It won’t work without the batteries."
Conan Edogawa, the Time Bombed Skyscraper

"A secret is what makes a woman woman."
Jodie Saintemillion, Book 34

So, i like, blog every fifty-seconds and I have no f*cking idea why.

I was happy, then sad, then happy again, now i’m a bit irritated. Good God, I may be going mad like all great geniuses do.

I’m plotting again and good thing my best partner-in-crime is all the way in … I have no idea.

Or else I may have pushed through with it.

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Lalalalala

Chie’s ol. I miss Chie.

And no one else is ol. Wtf is wrong with people?

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Mom’s day without my mom.

Ah. No comment.

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I can’t continue writing the entries about his highness. I keep crying or laughing every two paragraphs. Sheesh. I really am going mad.

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I can’t write the script either.

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And I can’t dl the eccentric mansion ep of DC.

Dammit.

And where’s file 607?

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Been uploading vids in multiply. Just weird things. Check it out if you want to.

http://www.multiply.com/ernicai

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Again, as always, I’m reminding everyone that I have a facebook account now. Add me!

Also, don’t forget to check out www.probetv.com

Don’t forget Knightus’ DC site! http://conan.wagnergrp.com

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I am obviously bored and tired and possibly, stoned.

Nabanggit sa ika-4 na pelikula ng Detective Conan (Captured in Her Eyes) na ang mga taong lubos-lubos ang pagmamahal sa sarili ay hindi kayang magpakamatay.

For obvious reasons. Duh. Why would you kill someone you love?

Pero minsan pala, kapag kailangan, kapag dapat, kapag tama, gagawin at gagawin mo pa rin.

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Para akong tanga. Kanina lang, ngiting-ngiti ako, tapos ngayon, umiiyak na naman. Ay mali. Hindi pala parang tanga. Parang baliw. Naalala ko tuloy yung storyang pinabasa sa amin nung 2nd yr. Yung tungkol kay love at madness. Parang legend kasi yun. Origin ng katagang "Love is blind".

Noong unang panahon daw kasi, yung tipong abstract entities katulad ng emotions ay may mga paa at nakakatakbo pa, naglaro daw sa hardin ng malayko ang mga emotions. Hide and Seek! Yahoo! Si "madness" ang taya. Eh dahil madness nga siya, sira-ulo, ayun nagwala at nahanap lahat kagad (hanggang ngayon hindi ko pa rin gets kung bakit jinustify nung author yung pagiging magaling niya sa hide and seek dahil baliw siya…) So magdidilim na, nahanap na lahat ni madness except si love.

Tapos may nag-tip kay madness na nagtatago daw si love sa rose bushes. At dahil irita na si madness, kumuha siya ng pitch fork or garden fork, pumunta sa rose bushes at pinagtutusok ang bushes. Ayun nandun nga si love! At ang malala d’yan, natamaan siya ng fork at sa mata pa! Ouch! Bulag na siya tuloy!

Nakarating sa Bathala ang nangyari at bilang parusa kay madness, hindi niya hihiwalayan si love para gabayan niya sa paglalakad, etc. In short, instant alila siya ni love.

Ayun. Nice, noh?

Naalala ko rin yung poem na ginawa ko nung second year. Eto yung first stanza:

Love is blind, and accompanied by madness

Love brings joy, but in the end, sadness…

Homangga, bata pa lang ako, ang emo ko na! Baaad.

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Hay. Totoo pala yun. Nababaliw na ako. Tumatawa lang ako kanina pero ngayon, umiiyak na. Buti na lang hindi pa ako suicidal, kahit sinusuffocate ko kanina ang sarili ko with the uberhumunguoushugebigginormous pillow ng bago naming sofa. Hay.

Pero kaya pa naman. I’m doing this for my own good. I’m doing this for you. We’re doing this for us.

Someone just has to die, ne?

Dahil alam nating ito ang kailangan, ang dapat, ang tama. Dahil kung totoong mahal mo ang tao, gagawin mo ang kailangan, ang dapat, ang tama.

Kahit ang ibig sabihin nito ay ang pagpatay mo sa kanya.

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Umiiyak na naman ako. Considering tinutukso nila akong bato buong HS, ngayon lang talaga ako umiyak ng ganito. Para akong timang.

Gabi-gabi na lang, ganito. Kaya ayoko gumabi eh. Yun kasi yung panahon na kaklaro na ang isip mo. At dahil hindi ka na pwede magbusy-busyhan dahil pagod ka na rin, aandar na nang todo ang utak mo. Mapapaisip ka na nang sobra. Yung mga iniwasan mong isipin ng umaga, yung mga pilit mong tinatabunan ng trabaho sa hapon, lalabas na.

Pero dahil madilim rin ang gabi, wala ka na rin masyadong nakikita. Wala na rin masyadong nakakakita sa’yo at sa ginagawa mo. May kalayaan ka nang ilabas ang mga luha na sinubukan mong ipiid gamit ang mga tawa mo.

Kaya gusto ko rin kapag gabi na. Kasi pwede na ako umiyak.