tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127265392009-02-21T02:30:48.841-08:00if we only looked down there would be no stars...11:11... i wish like a child... <br><br> my mind travels... my mind flies... my eyes they cry ... and i dream... and dream... and dream away...HasHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912354206906828413noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12726539.post-1140294178984357192006-02-18T12:14:00.000-08:002006-02-18T12:22:58.986-08:00blah blah!<span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">i just realized that i havn't been visiting this little cradle. 2 days ago, while i was trying sleep on the grounds of my school... suddenly the lady guard comes over and interrupts my dream... (sayang! ang sarap na ng pwesto ko sa damuhan ng paaralan...) shan-shan and jobz started to create a small conversation with me which was fine... and i realized that i have to keep this blog alive. and yes jobz if you're reading this ... this is my first post for this year... and you pushed me to come back to this blog... un lang... ako'y nagbabalik na..</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12726539-114029417898435719?l=theredsaturday.blogspot.com'/></div>HasHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912354206906828413noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12726539.post-1129043502505827912005-10-11T23:13:00.000-07:002005-10-11T08:11:42.546-07:00the CD... the soundtrack... the recurring memory...<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">your memories rises up with the sun...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">runs through my veins till dawn...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">sets with the amber sky... sets with my weeping eyes.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">your memories haunt me as if the night eats up the skies...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">all that's left are memory constellations...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">that keeps their form forever in the dark heavens.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">Your memories... </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">They haunt me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">They give me broken smiles.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">They pain me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">They exude the word melancholy.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">They pull me... from the past,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">the past that is not with me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">-haze P. Romawac-</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12726539-112904350250582791?l=theredsaturday.blogspot.com'/></div>HasHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912354206906828413noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12726539.post-1126351639827418532005-09-10T19:30:00.000-07:002005-09-12T21:25:03.150-07:00'di lahat ng lumilisan ay nagbabalik...<span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">...isang munting pag uusap namin ng aking kaibigang si melo... may mga bagay talaga na dumuduyan duyan sa aking isipan na di maalis...</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">HAZE</span>: <span style="color:#006600;"><span style="color:#999900;">IMULAT MO ANG IYONG MGA MATA…’DI LAHAT NG NAGLILISAN AY NAGBABALIK…</span> </span></span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ffcc66;">MELO</span> : <span style="color:#999900;">SA PAGLISAN MO AY NAKITA MO ANG LIWANAG, BAKIT KA PA BABALIK SA MADILIM NA NAKARAAN. </span></span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">HAZE</span> : <span style="color:#999900;">...DAHIL ANG MINSANG MADILIM NA NAKARAAN AY NAGNINGNING RIN SA MGA ALAALANG DI MALILIMUTAN... </span></span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ffcc66;">MELO</span> : <span style="color:#999900;">ANG ALAALA AY MANANATILING ALA ALA, MAGANDA MAN O HINDI. HUMAYO KA AT LUMIGAYA SA PILING NG IBA AT WAG NANG BALIKAN KUNG ANO MAN ANG NAKARAAN </span></span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">HAZE</span> : <span style="color:#999900;">...PAYAGAN MO NA KONG MALUMBAY ...AT MAGMUNI MUNI... ISANG ARAW PAGISING NATIN... TATAWANAN KO NA LANG ANG MGA ITO... </span></span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ffcc66;">MELO</span> : <span style="color:#999900;">NAGYON PA LANG AY MAGISING KA NA SA KATOTOHANAN, WAG NA BILANGIN ANG MALULUMBAY NA ARAW NA PATI ANG PAGTAWA AY HINDI MO NA MATAGPUAN. </span></span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ffcc33;">HAZE</span> : <span style="color:#999900;">...AYOKONG MADALIIN ANG AKING PAGHILOM... GAGALING DIN AT HUHUPA ANG MGA SUGAT AT SAKIT... SA AKMANG PANAHON.</span></span></span></span><span style="color:#999900;"> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12726539-112635163982741853?l=theredsaturday.blogspot.com'/></div>HasHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912354206906828413noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12726539.post-1125504384300837992005-09-01T00:08:00.000-07:002005-09-12T21:43:31.286-07:00sessiOnroad SEPTEMBER GIGSKED!!!<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ffcc66;"><strong>Wednesdays</strong> 7, 21, 28 UNPLUGGED malate<br /><strong>Thursdays</strong> 1,8,15,22,29, XAYMACA bar timog ave. q.c.<br /><br /></span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">SEPTEMBER</span><br /></span></strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">2 – The LOFT Rockwell, Ateneo event 9pm<br />3 – HannaH guests @ MOJOFLY CONCERT!!! 8:30pm<br />9 – Padis Pojnt calamba laguna<br />10 - Camp Crame Multipurpose Hall KAPATIRAN Benefit Concert 3 sngs<br />10 - ANGONO RIZAL<br />14 – 70’s Bistro </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff9900;">15 -First strip, aguila st. manila near Mendiola<br />16 – GATEWAY MALL OPM crossroads<br />17 – Cuneta Astrodome<br />17 – Sm North EDSA Garden 6pm<br />18 – NAGA<br />20 – UE manila 5pm<br />24 – MEGASTRIP B<br />25 – Pavillion Mall, laguna 4pm<br />28 – Campus Tour St. Paul Manila<br />30 – RACKS El Pueblo<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc66;">There are possibly other gigs lined up for the month. If any of you<br />would like to book us to play in a private party, a bar, and out of<br />town gig, and any event that you wish sessiOnroad to be a part of it,<br />please contact our manager:<br /><br />Ms. Vicky Romawac (tita Vicky rocks!)<br />vickyromawac@yahoo.com<br />0917 622 7807<br /><br />Note that some gigs are subject to change message me if you have any questions.<br /><br />Grab a copy of our second album entitled "Suntok Sa Buwan" under ALPHA records. It's now available on your favorite record bars. SUPPORTAHAN ANG MUSIKANG PINOY!!!!<br /><br />LEAVING YOU TONES NOW AVAILABLE: TXT:<br />MYX (space) TONE (space) LEAVINGU for Monotone<br />MYXPT (space) LEAVINGU for polytone Send to 2366<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">Kap</span><span style="color:#ffff00;">ayap</span><span style="color:#009900;">aan</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">-hazsh-</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12726539-112550438430083799?l=theredsaturday.blogspot.com'/></div>HasHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912354206906828413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12726539.post-1125212556166676382005-08-28T15:04:00.000-07:002005-08-28T00:05:23.766-07:00a letter from kit...haze,<br /><br />don't worry too much.<br /><br />PUT so much hope in the future.<br />I know that amidst all the<br /><div align="left">uncertainty and ambiguity that life may bring...</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">someday...</div><div align="left">you'll find that one piece that</div><div align="left">will make you feel so certain...</div><div align="left">so undeniably complete...</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">a piece that will revive your</div><div align="left"><strong>Utopian dream</strong>...</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">just like the angels that i saw</div><div align="left">falling down from a majestic tree...</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">you were among those angels...</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">thanks for fulfilling a part of my utopian dream... :)</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">-kit-</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12726539-112521255616667638?l=theredsaturday.blogspot.com'/></div>HasHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912354206906828413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12726539.post-1124599173528016052005-08-21T12:41:00.000-07:002005-08-20T21:39:33.536-07:00a murmur of the mind...<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#999900;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#999900;"><span style="color:#ff9900;">no amount</span> of proclamation can carry the <span style="color:#ffcc33;">fate</span> of <span style="color:#cc9933;">he who</span> </span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color:#999900;"><span style="color:#33cc00;">endlessly searched and travelled</span> in the course of <span style="color:#cc9933;">pursuing</span> </span><span style="color:#999900;">the ONE thing <span style="color:#666600;">he could not have</span><span style="color:#ffff00;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">.</span><span style="color:#ffff00;">.</span></span><span style="color:#009900;">.</span> </span></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#999900;"><br />-an excerpt from the warrior of My heart's [kit] journal</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12726539-112459917352801605?l=theredsaturday.blogspot.com'/></div>HasHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912354206906828413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12726539.post-1124111798572226162005-08-15T21:18:00.000-07:002005-08-17T05:58:11.796-07:00my waning wish letter...<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;">Naomi:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;">... if it is not too much to ask for ---</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;">please take him away from me: take him, but take him slowly...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;">... slow enough for me to handle his flight, ... slow enough for me to gain and understand fully why these things happen, slow enough for me to accept that these things do occur and slow enough for me to realize that this is for the best :::</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;">...that i will not allow myself to be placed in a position where I am uncertain: --</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;">...where i FEEL uncertain.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"><br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;">Wane with me as i wane this wish away...</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"><br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;">Also, for him to realize what he really wants in life, what he needs and who he really is -- but first and foremost for him to realize that it's never too late for anything ::: </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"><br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;">.::hash::. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffcc66;">for that soul that has been... and will always be...</span> </span></div><div align="right"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12726539-112411179857222616?l=theredsaturday.blogspot.com'/></div>HasHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912354206906828413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12726539.post-1124035811600934312005-08-14T23:59:00.000-07:002005-08-14T09:12:54.870-07:00i converse with the warrior of my heart...<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">I have a soulmate... but starting to fade away... I have endless pains... I have the warrior of my heart...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">and Haze says...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">I want to refresh and start anew. All the silence in this house tortures me... and the idleness of time pounds me.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">and kit the warrior of my heart says...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">long pauses doesn't mean they no longer exist... sometimes absence means a renewal... a time to replenish the lost spark... a time to diligently double the shine... the light, and these stars or that star might show up very soon...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12726539-112403581160093431?l=theredsaturday.blogspot.com'/></div>HasHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912354206906828413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12726539.post-1122904254912103062005-08-01T21:52:00.000-07:002005-08-01T06:50:54.963-07:00the death day of my soul to its mate....<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">it's so hard to battle with your heart, when you know that what you're doing </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff9900;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">i</span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">s not what you want.</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">listen to me...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">even for a while...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">hear me...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">even for sometime...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">please, because my mouth</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">will soon be out</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">of words...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">of words to utter...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">my mouth will soon be empty</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">even my heart...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">i'm tired of waiting, i dont want to love no more... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">my smiles are back to frowns...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">I want to lock myself up inside a world where this unhappy soul is absent in vision. I love -- need --that unhappy soul... but it hurts to think that I'm the only one who's seeing the magic and feeling the most beautiful things..how great is that?!? I just can't throw whatever it is that we have... but I can't go on and live each day with that soul making me feel this way. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">I needed a moment to weep and I wept like a child. I am looking for answers to questions... like why can't I ever tell that soul how i feel? I think I have to accept the flight of this love I have, to stop hurting myself. I am starting to get shattered and my hearts turning empty... i shouldn't have let the magic of bliss penetrate me, everythings so beautiful and i want it to stay that way...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">And the <em>warrior kit</em> thinks its the time </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">of my permanent departure... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">I'm flying away from this phase...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12726539-112290425491210306?l=theredsaturday.blogspot.com'/></div>HasHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912354206906828413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12726539.post-1122009479773164342005-07-22T13:31:00.000-07:002005-07-21T22:17:59.780-07:00am never gonna be happy am i?...<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">a product of not listening to french class...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">i never wanted to feel this way... i never asked for these emotions... this phase...this state... the bliss and all the transiency of love. i am starting to despise myself for dwelling too much on a monosyllabic love affair. God, just let me love that One person. and ill be fine. i am so dumb for allowing myself to be taken by that shinning light... its so hurting when you let yourself be penetrated with the magic of bliss... and when you share a piece of yourself... and thats the f***ing time when things will change for the better...the stranger... or commitment, but in my case things became uncertain... unsure and i'm like a strand of hair hangin on a scalp... waiting to be pulled away with the pulp.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">i am in pain... but i'm trying to deal with it...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12726539-112200947977316434?l=theredsaturday.blogspot.com'/></div>HasHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912354206906828413noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12726539.post-1121849640558164252005-07-20T17:11:00.000-07:002005-07-20T08:10:48.550-07:00a sunday of hope...<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;">... and that is the homily on my birthday... a sunday of hope...</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/1600/Happy_birthday%20has5.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/200/Happy_birthday%20has3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;">I’ve looked at you With the focus I gave to my birthday candles I’ve wished on the lidded blue flames Under your brow And baby, I wished for you Nobody sees when you are lying in your bed And I wanna crawl in with you But I cry instead I want your warm, but it will only make Me colder when it's over ... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"><br /></span></div><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"></p></span><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/1600/lipad3.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/200/lipad3.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;">... i'm going to a nice place... a very very nice place...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;">it's ok to be away for a while...it's the time to be alone with yourself...to relive your lost dreams...and recover your old self... because sometimes,because of the the transiency of everyday living...we fail to realize how much we have changed... and how much we have become the person we dont want to be... yeah, the person we dont want to be.... and this is me... being one with the grass... and my minds takes off... and flies with the cold breeze...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/1600/PiCture_.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/200/PiCture_.jpg" border="0" /></a> </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#999900;"></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;">would you catch me if i'm falling </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;">Catch me if i'm falling </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;">would you catch me </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;">cause i'm falling down on you...</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"><br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#666600;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">i just wanted to let go of my grasp from the pole... and let myself fall and hit the ground... because i know... no one's going to catch me when i fall again believe me .. no one...<br />i have lots of love to give but i guess no one was taking it then. i thought i was finding consolation in solitude but to be honest i think was only a</span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">cquiring a veneer of bitterness...</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"><br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"><br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/1600/Kulit_ya.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/200/Kulit_ya.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></div></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;">the moinks lovers jen & annie, me, chine and ana banana<br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"><br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"></span> </div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"><br /> </div></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/1600/Kulit_ya.jpg"></a></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#666600;"></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></div></span><div align="justify"><span style="color:#666600;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#666600;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"></span></div><div align="right"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/1600/Ch_n__an.jpg"><span style="color:#666600;"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/200/Ch_n__an.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;">i laugh a lot... but my smiles' just a front... sheen and haze... rolling around the feild hahaha</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;">i cant remember why im so happy...</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="color:#666600;"></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"></span></div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12726539-112184964055816425?l=theredsaturday.blogspot.com'/></div>HasHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912354206906828413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12726539.post-1121084535505915892005-07-11T20:23:00.000-07:002005-07-11T05:22:15.513-07:00what's important to me, s'not important to you...<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">tila natatangay </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">ng lobong nakalapas.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">ang aking isip..</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">lumilipad...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">lumilipad...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">di na maabot...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">pag ikay </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">dumadaan</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> saaking isipan.</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">-haze-</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc9933;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc9933;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc9933;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12726539-112108453550591589?l=theredsaturday.blogspot.com'/></div>HasHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912354206906828413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12726539.post-1120892227054813392005-07-09T14:58:00.000-07:002005-07-10T18:38:17.343-07:00i envy those creatures...<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">... like the sheep... that are used to travelling... know about moving on...i hope they could teach me...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">if evreything was easy as 1-2-3... then evreyone would be happy...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">i am...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">a dweller, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">a dreamer, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">a lover, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">a warrior, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">a crier, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">a sponge, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">a cradle, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">a light,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">a dark,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">a writer,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">a sleeper,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">a giver,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">a lady...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">...i am hazy.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12726539-112089222705481339?l=theredsaturday.blogspot.com'/></div>HasHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912354206906828413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12726539.post-1119496848147536962005-07-08T21:22:00.000-07:002005-08-15T06:36:02.983-07:00i was just thinking...<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/1600/june%201%20to%20june%207%200173.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/200/june%201%20to%20june%207%200172.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">h'wag magpadala sa panandaliang kinang ng bulalakaw....</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">ngunit ako'y nawindang at natangay ng kanyang liwanag.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">yet it reamins to be not just a dream,but a shadow of a dream.i curse the hands of destiny that brought me to you...for it gave me something i could only wish for ... </span></div><div align="right"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">...that was just a solitary image of someone i can't have even from afar...</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">...the winner and the haze... on one of their happy journeys in the world of bliss... wiwit! he cried and she smiled for him... and everything was fine.. and their cheeks hurt when they're together.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12726539-111949684814753696?l=theredsaturday.blogspot.com'/></div>HasHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912354206906828413noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12726539.post-1120743109666540272005-07-07T21:27:00.000-07:002005-07-07T07:19:07.393-07:00if everything was nice...<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">She wants to tell him how much pain<br />he's digging within her heart...<br />hiding from the truth...<br />she weeps beneath her blanket<br />when the stars show up<br />and sleeps with tears in her eyes.</span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#999900;"><span style="color:#000000;"><div align="justify"><br /></span>i was just thinkin if everything was nice... how wonderful it is to wake up each morning with a shinning smile. </div><div align="justify"><br /><br />I'm used to being lonely...I know how every sadness sounds, looks like...or even taste (and yeah there are a million more flavors of sadness... i'm ready for that.) I wish that look, just never shone at me... and i could have pretended everythings allright...what it failed to see... was that, that I'm not ok... but i always think that everyday is another chance... the next day will be a new life. Did i say that i'm also used to waiting?... waiting for nothing... waiting for anything... waiting for a chance... waiting for a glance... waiting in vain... and i just sit and wait.</span></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"><div align="justify"><br />Leaves fall from the trees, flowers die when you pick them, my pen runs out of ink, my pencil dies and loses its lead, my journal will lose a space sooner or later, my bulb burns out, i run and get tired, and i guess people too get tired of that one thing they're used to do... waiting. So today, i thought to myself, there's an end to everything... waiting is imperament. i'm tired of waiting in vain...</span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#999900;"><div align="center"><br /></span><span style="color:#ff9900;">she only wishes,<br />that he would stop digging a fissure,<br />a puncture of pain that creates a<br />pad inside her heart.<br />she does not want to love no more.<br /></div></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12726539-112074310966654027?l=theredsaturday.blogspot.com'/></div>HasHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912354206906828413noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12726539.post-1117430463583438702005-07-07T20:22:00.000-07:002005-07-07T05:19:53.640-07:00 soulmate?<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">A repost from the second to the last day of the month of the flowers...</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/1600/images2.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/320/images2.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#999900;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">It still amazes me that everyday when i wake up i meet a lot of cool new people... they are not just people that i would come across and then forget their birthdays...or someone that i would just pass by when i see them...but rather they are people that i would greet n their special days and give a hug if i see them walking around y'know.<br /></span><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#999900;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Today i woke up with a smile on my face... not just an ordinary smile but some super dooper extra happy smile. its one of the mornings that you wish you could have every single day. but no, you cant just have them as always.<br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#999900;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Today... i was said to be a soulmate <em>(it gave me a stirring feeling like a thousand butterflies were rumbling around my stomach)...</em> "i may have found my soulmate"... didn't seem to be a phrase that implied that it was me... but twas implied for me indeed. Such a sweet phrase...such a sweet thought...<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#999900;"><span style="color:#ffcc66;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">It's great that i have found someone that i could share my unfathomable ideas...thoughts... and feelings.<br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#999900;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Its weird to be writing all these .. i mean typing all these.. am a paper and pencil girl.. and i still love the fact that it tires me to write.. but yeah i have this blog.. i should keep on going...<br /></span><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;">see here... it's amazing. it's great. it's weird.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12726539-111743046358343870?l=theredsaturday.blogspot.com'/></div>HasHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912354206906828413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12726539.post-1120633570067625392005-07-06T15:16:00.000-07:002005-07-06T00:14:27.166-07:00gloomy day... and so am i...<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999900;">I now often find myself staring blanky at nothing... or sometimes smile with no reason. cry, for unexplainable emotions, but maybe an inner pain that manifests itself through my weeping.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999900;">I have never felt so impotant in my life, never have felt so beautiful, never have felt so profound and wonderful...I have never felt so happy in my life.Yes!how great it is to say that. but it's the things that makes a person truly and extremely happy, that puts them in the depth of sadness... under lonliness with gruesome cries and cold tears.</span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999900;">I'm not bitter about the things that are happening to me, it's just that... i am feeling a miss in this life, the life that i have now, but i am satisfied.believe me i am satisfied.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999900;">Today, (how i love to use this word) is a gloomy day... a weird day actually... you'know sadness when it hits you, it hits right straight through you.like now. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999900;">Little things makes me smile these days. little ways that 'people' do for me. like: a simple sorry, a smile, a call, a plan that i am a part of, a moment when i am remembered...a moment when you remember me... (now where the hell was that from). little ways... little darlin' <em>(stir it up.. yeah xaymaca night...) </em></span></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"><br /></span></em></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999900;">i have found a place to drain all my sadness, emptiness, doubts, fears and fantasies ...it's with Naomi. Ask me... and ill tell you, but i can't show you. only to <span style="color:#ffcc33;">him</span>... the giver of thy name: Naomi. It's within the pages of Naomi that holds all my secrets, my happiness and bliss...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12726539-112063357006762539?l=theredsaturday.blogspot.com'/></div>HasHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912354206906828413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12726539.post-1120234618060956672005-07-02T00:19:00.000-07:002005-07-05T06:11:52.406-07:00mga tula galing sa kahapon...<p align="left"><span style="color:#ff9900;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">APRIL 1 AND 2... </span></span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#ff9900;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><marquee behavior="slide" direction="left"></span></span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#ff9900;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">STREPSILS<br />at nagyong gabi<br />sumakay ako<br />sa ulap...<br />nasa alapaap...<br />at<br />may<br />mga<br />ngiting<br />di maintindihan<br />at di maidrawing... </marquee></span></span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"><marquee behavior="slide" direction="right"></span></p><p align="right"><span style="color:#ff9900;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">VERSES FROM CLUB PARAW<br />nakaupo sa banig<br />nakatingala sa langit...<br />tumititig sa hangin<br />niyayakap na ang<br />kalawakan ng dilim.<br />mga bituin<br />at musika<br />anjan ka...<br />wala na akong<br />mahihiling pa....<br /></span></span><span style="color:#ff9900;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></marquee></span></p><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"> </p></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12726539-112023461806095667?l=theredsaturday.blogspot.com'/></div>HasHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912354206906828413noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12726539.post-1120830781546419122005-07-01T10:31:00.000-07:002005-07-08T06:53:01.556-07:00the haze and the cowboy...<div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">february 11... Racks<br /></span></div><div align="right"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/1600/haze%20FEU%20speech,%20racks%20feb.%2011%200662.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/200/haze%20FEU%20speech%2C%20racks%20feb.%2011%200661.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">yebah! from last february,</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">Racks gig... just when i thought</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"> he wasn't coming..</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"><br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">he comes when i </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">least expect</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">him...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">April 2... boracay<br /></span></div><div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/1600/th_samy_haze_boracay_sunset4.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/400/th_samy_haze_boracay_sunset2.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">we watched the sunset...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">and spoke about life and</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">how wonderful things are...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">it was so great.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">...a photo with samy, a very good friend of mine</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">8 months it is... and counting... hahaha joke!<br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12726539-112083078154641912?l=theredsaturday.blogspot.com'/></div>HasHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912354206906828413noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12726539.post-1120231306402835302005-06-19T07:30:00.000-07:002005-07-01T08:45:03.093-07:00and the little girl cries...<span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;">fete de la musique...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;">yeah JUNE 18... a night full of malancholies... untill when can my cistern contain all these... someone please answer me...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/1600/thmb_fete05_135.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/200/thmb_fete05_135.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"> chad<br /></span><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/1600/thmb_fete05_131.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/200/thmb_fete05_131.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"> the COY<br /></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/1600/thmb_fete05_129.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/200/thmb_fete05_129.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"> hannah<br /></span></p><p><br /></p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/1600/thmb_fete05_130.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/200/thmb_fete05_130.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><br /></p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/1600/thmb_fete05_132.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/200/thmb_fete05_132.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><span style="color:#ff9900;"><span style="font-size:85%;">JV<br /></span><br /></span></p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/1600/thmb_fete05_135.jpg"></a><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/1600/haze31.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/320/haze31.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">the MOD and neil almighty oh yeah!<br />partners!<br /></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12726539-112023130640283530?l=theredsaturday.blogspot.com'/></div>HasHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912354206906828413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12726539.post-1117344500945833972005-05-28T22:28:00.000-07:002005-07-01T07:20:21.883-07:00when people leave...<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;">and one day when i woke up... she was leavin... twas sad.. but yeah i know theres a lot of a whole new world out there... toby! i have no one to run to na when i need something.</span><br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/320/despedidasmsucat006.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;">despedida of the romawacs! toby got a cool dip in the pool hahaha... peewee, aira, ate hannah and i pushed tobs! hahaha ponky was next hahaha...<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"><br /><br /><br /></div></span><p><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"></p><div align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/320/baguioholyweek027.jpg" border="0" /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;">a cool photo at baguio... lamig lamig... TOBEEE the best cousin in the world! and yeah my sister's big smiles...<br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12726539-111734450094583397?l=theredsaturday.blogspot.com'/></div>HasHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912354206906828413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12726539.post-1116063167462798682005-05-14T02:15:00.000-07:002005-07-01T07:06:31.390-07:00wet tomatoes...<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;">one hot friday afternoon...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"><br /></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#ff9900;">i was listening to Aimee Mann's wise up, save me, momentum, i know theres a word , that's just what you are, one and a whole lot more and suddenly it brings me to a flashback, ... you know that feeling when you hear a song ... and then it brings you back to a certain phase or state...<br />-sadness-... i feel like crying for no reason and just that tune and the memories that i have in my soul swiftly changes the whole mood i have... plus Sarah Mclachlan hits my earwaves with building a mystery, angel, good enough, ice cream, and i love you... i was stucked for a moment in the midst of a hot afternoon...</span><span style="color:#ffcc66;"> kasalukuyang... ako'y nalulumbay</span><br /><br /></div></span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">and were on the road to Lucban...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">P A</span> <span style="color:#009900;">H I</span><span style="color:#3333ff;"> Y A</span> <span style="color:#996633;">S !</span><br /></div></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><div align="justify"><br /></span><span style="color:#ff9900;">it's amazing that this driver we had was like a race car driver astig! 2 and a half hours we were already at the venue. our friday night was LAGARE , one gig in Lucban, Quezon, and right after, Ripe Tomatoes in Pioneer. i was so excited for that 2nd gig only to find out it was raining like hell at the venue that RT had to stop the concert... but mind you twas s'all good... me , my sister and my kuya went home before the sun rose... thanks to my partner neil kissy kissy for bringin us home...</span><span style="color:#cccccc;"> </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#cccccc;"><br /><br /></span></span></div><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><div align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/320/pahiyaswettomatoes0281.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">neil, haze, hann, wins, jv and shine </span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/320/pahiyaswettomatoes0371.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#ffffff;">me with a heart shaped ruffle chip... i got 3 of them weird...</span><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></div><div align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/320/pahiyaswettomatoes0361.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#ffffff;"> joey, haze and wins...</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#cccccc;"><div align="center"><br /></div></span></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><div align="justify"><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">and the wet tomatoes! wawaweewah!... smiling red horse, or as da blobb said, the red whore hahahaha at sankaterbang tawanan! t</span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ff9900;">was one sad night for me...but twas great that we stayed with the cool people of RT i went home with a lot of thoughts to write in my journal...<br /></span></div></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">thought of the day...<br /></span></div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;">its hard to yearn for something that you know you can't have...</span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;">tila sabi mo'y tanchahan lang... mali ba mga tancha ko? sabihin mo...</span></p></span><div align="right"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12726539-111606316746279868?l=theredsaturday.blogspot.com'/></div>HasHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912354206906828413noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12726539.post-1115714074902894072005-05-10T16:47:00.000-07:002005-07-01T06:28:12.136-07:00best things in life are for free...<div align="justify"> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;">yeah thought our friday night was goin dead last week... gig ended </span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;">so early, my sister wanted to watch <span style="color:#cc0000;">chedi</span> but she had no gig for that night, javy asked for <span style="color:#cc0000;">drip</span> and <span style="color:#cc0000;">imago's</span> gig pero wala rin.. so we ended up at eastwood last friday... checked out 99.5 rt's event. <span style="color:#cc0000;">mojofly </span>was playin when we got there and cool thing <span style="color:#999900;">neil kissy kissy</span> my partner was there...and gave us free beers... redhorse pa... wawaweewah! thanks neil for savin my fri-night... best things in life are libre nga... was with some of the Rt dj's <span style="color:#ff9900;">da kidd, the blobb, rain, sunshine, bb fred and veronica</span>... twas fun... and we checked out <span style="color:#999900;">Emm Gryner</span> at Gweilos cool cool!!!</span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"></div></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"><p align="justify"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/1600/momsdayEmmGryner020.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/200/momsdayEmmGryner020.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/1600/momsdayEmmGryner0231.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/200/momsdayEmmGryner0231.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"><div align="right"><p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/1600/momsdayEmmGryner020.jpg"></a> </p><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/1600/momsdayEmmGryner020.jpg"></a> </p></div></span><div align="right"><br /> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"></span></div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"><div align="right"><p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1585/1092/1600/momsdayEmmGryner020.jpg"></a> </p><br /><br /></div></span><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;">went home happy... </span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;">yeah! </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"><div align="right"><br /><br /></div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;">cant wait for ripe tomatoes and... yeah ill be with the GURU tomorrow 11pm to 12 midnight.. yeah boi!</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="right"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12726539-111571407490289407?l=theredsaturday.blogspot.com'/></div>HasHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912354206906828413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12726539.post-1115698460042023192005-05-09T21:08:00.000-07:002005-05-09T21:16:58.760-07:00subok lang...<span style="color:#ff6600;">... the pain in your soul was the same s the one down in mine... that's the pain that cuts a straight line down through your heart... we call it<strong><em> love</em></strong>...</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12726539-111569846004202319?l=theredsaturday.blogspot.com'/></div>HasHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912354206906828413noreply@blogger.com0