wish list

new iPod
new laptop
Have my own place
iPod Dock or Edifier
Have my hair dyed blue
Suzuki Swift
travel to Japan
go to Bora
more bags and shoes! :)
save and earn money
Have a merry Christmas this year

sand

andy best drummer
kaye anti-social
kei hang time
motie spongebob
nic mrs. johnny depp
tapel light my fire
ye X piracy X

mine kinky
panget si vincent

kubo

acy alya anjo anna arianne bea sales berna ceska chippo danielle esme eia fatima issa izell jan juno katwo leo migui monic monte paeng pastar poj renchie rianne russ sam trogi the pogi

sea food

bamboo cambio chicosci itchyworms kjwan nARDA parokya ni edgar sandwich urban dub

bob marley no doubt the darkness

magic899 NU rock1075

puka shells

google yahoo friendster myspace photobucket hi5 blogger pinoy chords happy tree friends ultimate guitar

henna tattoo

jordi labanda carolina herrera stella mccartney dolce and gabbana kate spade marc jacobs betsey johnson

nostalgia

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October 2008

September 2008

August 2008

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Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Life is a foreign language; all men mispronounce it. *Christopher Morley 1890-1957*

After having a blast the whole day yesterday, I am left here at home a bum. I have swollen eyes because of early this morning (I won't tell why).

Whenever I am left here in the house alone with no one to talk to, I tend to think about stuff. About my life. About other people's life. About life after life.

I have a decision to make and I have to make the right one. I don't know why it bothers me this much. I shouldn't be thinking about this because I should follow what my instincts are dictating me. And yet, I have to make the right decision. What I see is for the good of our sake.

I just thought, about death. Hell who are afraid of dying? I bet millions of people are afraid of dying. I bet most of the people who have been to my blog are afraid to die. We're afraid because we do not know of what is to happen, of what is to come. That's why people tend to believe in theories, myths, stories, et cetera. Sometimes, people even tend to make their own theories and analogies for them to feel comfort and satisfaction. But let's be true, we do not know what will happen, feel, or see. Will there be five people who will meet us in heaven and explain our life there? Since death answers all life's questions. Will we be born again and reincarnated like the Indians believe? Will we be seeing ourselves in the ER or in our funeral and live on Earth like angels after? Will we be heading to Purgatory first to clear our sins and clean oursleves because there's no such thing as Hell? Or will we just be meeting St. Peter with his big book in front of the Pearly Gates and decide whether or not enter Heaven?

See, all of these are made up of people. So what WILL truly happen once we die? Will we be worrying about "death" when we die and when we're in that certain place where we will be? Will there be another stage or level to step on to? What will that place look like? Will it be what Heaven looks like for us, or just plain cloudy?

Think about it.

Aloha


I really don't know.

I wish I know.

3:15 PM

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