tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-100477532009-10-14T03:03:54.661+08:00My Thoughts Expressed In Words. Garbage In. Garbage Out.Dindohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061188198008974856noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10047753.post-67796467441646321512008-04-07T10:41:00.005+08:002008-12-10T12:50:54.450+08:00

Oh loh! Sad to say but our very own Ramiele Malubay, the last true amateur of the competition, got booted out of American Idol. No more reason for me to watch AI on QTV anymore, and no more video performances of her to upload in my iPod. (sigh) She's really done enough to make our flag proudly waving on world stage. Hopefully, this won't be the last we'll be seeing her 'cause she really has the

Dindohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061188198008974856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10047753.post-12888043882328750682008-04-01T10:17:00.030+08:002008-12-10T12:50:55.438+08:00

Thank God I got a time off this Holy Week and went to Anawangin Cove in Zambales with friends to relax and unwind. The place is a paradise of sorts, great scenery wherein you'll feel that you're one of the casts of Lost. It'll take you a 20 minute boatride from Pundaquit, a barangay of San Antonio, Zambales before you reach the cove. The bangkeros will leave you there and just pick you up on the

Dindohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061188198008974856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10047753.post-1147279611904153242008-03-31T00:28:00.003+08:002008-07-01T18:13:07.769+08:00

Being selfish...Hmmmmm...I still don't know...Still speechless and undecided..."If you love someone you should set them free" or "If you love someone you should fight for what you feel" You decide?I want to know if this is real,I can't believe you finally arrivedAfter all these years that I've waitedThe emptiness will not remain forever.But still I don't know how to...Intimidation quickly lirked

Dindohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061188198008974856noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10047753.post-1119812610331023162005-06-27T02:27:00.000+08:002005-06-27T04:33:15.963+08:00

"Pitter, Patter, Pitter, Patter..."The sound of the falling rain may signal the start of the rainy season. Giving us cold shivering nights, and making me remember and reminisce the past accompanied with its pains. It once gave me the perfect camouflage to hide away tears and pretend that everything's all right, as if the heaven is sharing with me the grief and sorrow I once felt, pouring

Dindohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061188198008974856noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10047753.post-1111667719602181852005-03-24T20:21:00.000+08:002005-03-24T20:44:31.480+08:00

Feeling desperate that the world we're living in revolves around money and that the motivation of people nowadays is just to achieve wealth and fame, that even LOVE is being tainted?LOVE can now be swooned by what you have in your pocket,not by what you have in your heart...LOVE now became materialistic...LOVE can now be bought...LOVE isn't love anymore....Here's just a simple poem I wrote

Dindohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061188198008974856noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10047753.post-1111532078138830602005-03-23T06:11:00.001+08:002008-04-01T13:00:24.927+08:00

Just happened to see this article I wrote before while I was browsing my files. Written more than 5 years ago for our local church's quarterly newsletter publication "The Gardener."You're riding a bus on your way to school or work when it suddenly stopped to pick up some commuters. Then a not-so-old man who looks like a villain from one of Fernando Poe Jr.'s movies comes in. Your mind

Dindohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061188198008974856noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10047753.post-1111097567255395222005-03-18T05:56:00.000+08:002005-06-27T02:05:17.120+08:00

It has really been a while since my last posting. I'd been busy the past couple of weeks and couldn't find some time to put something in here. Well, just decided to post some of my poems and works just so that my blog won't gather some dust and cobwebs.I would also like to thank those who watched the "You're Missing Piece" concert featuring Prasia organized by Alliance Youth Philippines - Bulacan

Dindohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061188198008974856noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10047753.post-1105642438265841012005-01-14T02:23:00.000+08:002005-01-16T01:44:41.103+08:00

For sure nobody knows how far heaven is from earth, even scientists would have had a bloodied nose tryin' to figure that out. But I'm not here to analyze or calculate the distance between those two points, but to share with you the widening difference between the haves and have nots. As Karl Marx had written in his Communist Manifesto, "The history of all hitherto existing society, is the history

Dindohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061188198008974856noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10047753.post-1105461486069768082005-01-12T01:38:00.000+08:002005-01-14T04:08:53.006+08:00

Still having problems posting this pic on my profile. I know I'm a newbie in this blogging thing but I followed all the instructions given step-by-step. I even posted this pic using "Hello" by Picasa to have this pic hosted for free. But now that I got the URL and tried editing my Profile I still couldn't make it work. I just copied and paste the URL as I was instructed but I always receive an

Dindohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061188198008974856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10047753.post-1105385891233599762005-01-11T02:11:00.000+08:002005-01-11T09:45:27.580+08:00

Just a question here. Why is it that I can write better in English than speaking it? Bakit nga ba? Kahit ako nagtataka, I hope I'm not the only one like this. I'm not saying that I'm really good at it, but what I'm tryin' to say is that I can write better in English kesa kung magsasalita ako ng Ingles. Well, let's try to find out why.I remember before, when I showed the poems I wrote sa isa sa

Dindohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061188198008974856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10047753.post-1105287686347204052005-01-09T23:41:00.000+08:002005-01-11T10:45:00.590+08:00

A question only you yourself can answer. Sometimes even we ourselves don't know who we really are. Knowing yourself deeply is a continuing process, I guess. A lot of us might say that of course, we know ourselves, because this is us, our own bodies, our own thoughts, our own actions and we decide the outcome. But when faced with a difficult scenario, we decide the best course of action depending

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