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나비들이 날아가고 있어요.  나비들과 함께 온 바람만이 남을 거예요. 왜냐하면 그 바람은 이미 내가 숨쉬는 공기가 되었거든요. 그리고 감사하게도 그 바람은 소용돌이를 치지 않아요. 바람에게 감사해요. 왜냐하면 그 바람이 날 향연 속으로 데려가 주었거든요. The butterflies have flown away  but the wind that came with them will remain as it has already become the air that I breathe and thank God it doesn't seethe. Thank you for the wind because the wind led me to the feast.

THE POSITION(더 포지션) - 사랑하니까 한번만이라도 웃을 수 있다면 돌아올지 모를 그대 때문이죠 죽을 것만 같아 술을 마시는 건 정말 바보 같은 사랑 때문이죠  그대를 생각하면 눈물부터 흘러요 행복했던 기억 때문에 하지만 나 없이는 행복하지 말아요  그대만 기다리는 내 맘 아프지 않도록 사랑하니까 아픈 거죠 사랑하니까 슬픈 거죠 바보처럼 힘들어도 그댈 기다릴 수 있는 거죠  사랑하니까 행복하죠 사랑하니까 웃는 거죠  매일매일 그대 돌아오길 기다리고 있어요  사랑하니까 어느 날 기약 없이 모든 게 지워져도  그래도 남는 건 사랑뿐이겠죠 너무나 익숙해서 지울 수가 없어요 그대 없인 살 수 없어요 그대도 날 못 잊어 눈물짓길 바래요  이렇게 기다리는 내 맘 아프지 않도록  *사랑하니까 아픈 거죠 사랑하니까 슬픈 거죠  바보처럼 힘들어도 그댈 기다릴 수 있는 거죠 사랑하니까 행복하죠 사랑하니까 웃는 거죠  매일매일 그대 돌아오길 기다리고 있어요  사랑하니까

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ahlervyew old sister you are great! though i boss around at times or you bother me with your grammar whatever and money matters family life personal life love life life of pi you are....... so old and i lerv yew yow mohaha don't easily give up life is hard but...something is harder you know.. hahahhahahahahahha i miss you and thank you sooooooooooooooooooooo much. ^_^

Finally! The Adopt-a-Student Agreement between the UP Omega Alpha Alumni Association Inc. and Napalico Elementary School has been signed on July 1st with UPOAAAI OIC Pres. Nikko L. Laorden, Program Head Rachelle Corinne A. Estrellada and the School Principal Anita T. Suriaga, Barangay Captain Roweno T. Bunsoran Sr., Parents-Teachers Association President Juvilyn S. Laput, and volunteers from UP Mindanao, parents, teachers, and the student beneficiaries. Along with the signing, the association and the volunteers have obtained the students' info and pictures which will be posted online by the second week of July. We are inviting you to take part in this endeavor by sponsoring one child and pay for his or her school obligation and school supplies for this school year 2013-2014 with your P750 or US$18. If you are interested or have friends who might be interested to sponsor, please send us a message or leave a comment below. WE start small so THEY can dream big. Thank you and let's

Before anything else, i'd like to thank whoever invented the scanner.  (bow)

So cold, I know you can't believe it Sometimes you gotta face the feelin' You don't care if you don't get up again There's a thousand things I will not understand Now you're dealin' with the hell I put you through If I had my way I would be right there next to you There's certain things in life you cannot change There's certain things I hope you know I care I've been alone too many nights Too proud to tell you when you're right A little patience would have helped me then A lot like the break has been the common standard All the angels above the earth I prayed Said this message right into her head Theres certain things in life I cannot take And I will wait I hope you know I care I hope you know I care (I hope you know I care) So cold, I know you can't believe it Sometimes you gotta face the feelin' You don't care if you don't get up again There's a th

"Life is a journey one that is much better traveled with a companion by our side. Of course, that companion can be just about anyone and either on the other side of the street or the man on the other side of the bed. The companion can be a mother with good intentions or a child who's up to no good. Still despite our best intentions, some of us will lose our companions along the way and then the journey becomes unbearable. ...human beings are designed for many things but loneliness is not one of them."

...despite all the embarrassing things that I am. - < Cups (Pitch Perfect's "When I'm Gone") (Director's Cut)>

“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.  Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day  I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.” - Pablo Neruda – 

"I love it" Icona Pop I got this feeling on the summer day when you were gone. I crashed my car into the bridge. I watched, I let it burn. I threw your shit into a bag and pushed it down the stairs. I crashed my car into the bridge. I don't care, I love it. I don't care. I got this feeling on the summer day when you were gone. I crashed my car into the bridge. I watched, I let it burn. I threw your shit into a bag and pushed it down the stairs. I crashed my car into the bridge. I don't care, I love it. I don't care. You're on a different road, I'm in the Milky Way You want me down on earth, but I am up in space You're so damn hard to please, we gotta kill this switch You're from the 70's, but I'm a 90's bitch I love it! I love it! I got this feeling on the summer day when you were gone. I crashed my car into the bridge. I watched, I let it burn. I threw your shit into a bag and pushed it down the stairs. I crashed my

BY   PABLO NERUDA TRANSLATED BY  MARK EISNER I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,    or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:    I love you as one loves certain obscure things,    secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries    the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,    and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose    from the earth lives dimly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,    I love you directly without problems or pride: I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love, except in this form in which I am not nor are you,    so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,    so close that your eyes close with my dreams. Pablo Neruda, “One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII” from  The Essential Neruda: Selected Poems,  edited by Mark Eisner. Copyright © 2004 City Lights Books. Source:  The Essential Neruda: Selected

In an effort to get people to look into each other’s eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day. When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point at chicken noodle soup. I am adjusting well to the new way. Late at night, I call my long distance lover, proudly say I only used fifty-nine today. I saved the rest for you. When she doesn’t respond, I know she’s used up all her words, so I slowly whisper I love you thirty-two and a third times. After that, we just sit on the line and listen to each other breathe. — Jeffrey McDaniel

때로는 우리가 詩.원태연 낭송:이병헌 때로는 우리가 불행한 운명을 타고 났으면 합니다. 모자랄 것 없는 그대 곁에서 너무도 작아보이는 나이기에 함부로 내 사랑이 되길 원할 수 없었고 너무도 멀리 있는 느낌이 들었기에 한 걸음 다가서려 할 때 두 걸음 망설여야 했습니다. 때로는 내가 그대와 동성이길 바라곤 합니다. 사랑의 시간이 지나간 후 친구도 어려운 이성보다는 가끔은 힘들겠지만 그대의 사랑 얘기 들어가며 영원히 지켜 봐 줄 수 있는 부담없는 동성이길 바라곤 합니다. 때로는 우리가 원수진 인연였으면 합니다. 서로가 잘 되는 꼴을 보고 헐 뜯고 싸워가며 재수 없는 날이나 한 번 마주친 인연였으면 생살 찢어지는 그리움보다는 차라리 나을 것 같습니다

i only found 2  the first one is for my first draft the second one is for my final draft

“The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.” 

i miss the stars i miss the wind i miss the leaves i miss the sky i miss all the things  that make me wonder why oh why are we heavens apart .... cue: insert song here (Colbie Caliat's song I never told you )

Take me to the dungeon of your innermost secrets where your lies are true and what we've gone through is just but a passing memory of companionship turned out love ... ... love that we both had that we have never fought and that we have never spoken of for we both know there are things we have to let go and the only way to let go is to just go. I know I don't know love at all but I have felt it. And though I have felt it, I can't yearn for it from the other for the only reason that I am never good enough as I am expected and for that reason, there is no reason for me to love that man from his dungeon any longer.

Just made my mom some okonomiyaki~ (one looks just like pizza. kkk..couldn't use mayo and meat because they're not that good for my mom's health for now.. >.<) ^_^ She thinks they're good~ and my dog thinks so, too. ayt?? ^_^ but I think I had put a bit more batter than I should have... anyway..it still tasted good...and smelled good, too~ --- (1)Okonomiyaki is a great dish that you can make in a pinch because all you really need is some cabbage, flour, eggs, and water. As the name "okonomi" implies, the rest is up to your own personal choice.  (2)In fact, okonomi translates to "as you like" or "what you want" so the pancakes can differ greatly between cooks. For more info about Okonomiyaki, visit these sites ^_^ (1) (2) It’s a great dish that you can make in a pinch because all you really need is some cabbage, flour, eggs, and water. As the name implies, the rest is up to your own personal ok

More often than not, the one who wins her heart  is not really the one she loves  but the one who spends the most time  understanding her  and  letting her know  he understands her. -Crea

How much can the heart accommodate? Death and love, an enemy and a sweetheart, war and an impassioned serenade, and more. Only four chambers but with infinite space like memory, where there is room even for those whom we do not love . -Merlinda Bobis

carry me for awhile it's your turn to lend a hand carry you for awhile when you need me i'll be there and the walls that keep us in the war will come down follow me it's your turn for this world has got to learn that the only way to change our history is for me to follow you sometimes and for you to follow me and the doors we never made it through start opening... oh i need you and you need me trust in me i'll be true you can trust me and i'll trust you if i falter you'll forgive me i'll forgive you what i don't have you will bring and i'll be there for anything and we all will find a way to keep going... yes we all will find a way to keep going... - Rachael Yamagata

One thing is for sure...it will take time to Fall... Three years ago, it started to snow in the hottest months of the year. Winter arrived unexpectedly yet quietly. At first, days felt just like any other night - cold and peaceful. It was fine...then. Soon, the cool breeze became more intrusive yet not offensive. Day by day, as it happens...as everything happens, I also came to happen. The feeling of the chilly yet admirable sensation was too foreign I couldn't get enough of it. There was too much yearning despite the need to suppress the desires. I wanted to jump into the thin white ice, but I knew it would cripple my senses. I would lose it all if I had done it. So, I welcomed the bars inside a small room of yellow skies. It was all I could afford...and it was all I could have. But, my fluttering heart was always sated even for a very short time I could feel the coolness of the frosty wind. I was just allowed one time to open my door with its sly peephole. Day by day, the snowf

We  are humbled by our imperfections.

Experimenting is good...but sometimes not with food. kkkk Where is my chicken currrrrryyyyyyy???? >.< Veggie macaroni in cream sauce Baked penne  in spaghetti sauce Sausage fried rice Ham carbonara Elbow macaroni spaghetti Chicken in white sauce I  don't know what this is called.  Just chicken and veggies. kkkkk and [INSERT IMAGE HERE] Chicken curry kkkk ^_^

As an English tutor to Koreans, I've always been an anti-KonGlish. But when I went to visit Korea last September, it was the most convenient way to communicate with them and I fear that I might unconsciously use it even to my regular university students in the Philippines.  오마이갓!!! ㅋㅋㅋ For your eyes only (??? maybe... ㅋㅋ) -o- On Maisan (Mai mountain) just......... DEAD END maybe... or  Go Back. Dead End. ㅋㅋㅋ I'm not doing this against the Korean Language or any Koreans...I believe we all commit mistakes and nobody is perfect, even native speakers of English commit grammatical mista

It's always been said how the heart grows fonder in the other's absence; likewise, something eventually dies in the other's absence. The questions are...        when is the absence?        since when is the absence?        until when is the absence?        when do you know there is absence?        what is absence? Furthermore, along the way, emptiness is felt. The vacated space seems so huge and insatiable, until that moment when that space is not anymore felt. Though, it's never gone but the mere emptiness in it doesn't bother being filled again -- that empty space that hasn't made any sound is not anymore felt. Are there regrets? No. Is there longing? Yes...No? Is there satisfaction? At some point, yes. Is there still a chance? Chances are not given. Chances are made. However, chances are lost when chances are not chosen. Chances also don't live long as the maker -- a mere temperamental existence. Is there still a chance? ...

Over time, I think I have gotten used to the feeling of sadness...so used to that I miss it when I'm too happy. There's just so many things that make me so sad...once in while...but recently, it's gone chronic. Darn.  Let me explain.... It started out... when I did and but I felt because it suddenly becomes and so I'm thinking I'm afraid to say this but but if you change your mind...maybe.. if you don't...well I'll just have to The point  here...is just to let you know.... how I love her voice..and her hearty songs. >.<

김춘수의 『꽃』 내가 그의 이름을 불러 주기 전에는 그는 다만 하나의 몸짓에 지나지 않았다. 내가 그의 이름을 불러주었을 때 그는 나에게로 와서 꽃이 되었다 내가 그의 이름을 불러준 것처럼 나의 이 빛깔과 향기에 알맞는 누가 나의 이름을 불러다오 그에게로 가서 나도 그의 꽃이 되고 싶다 우리들은 모두 무엇이 되고 싶다 너는 나에게 나는 너에게.. 잊혀지지 않는 하나의 눈빛이 되고 싶다...

The kind of people we truly must meet are people whom we will long for. Once in a while, we must meet those who whether at our sides, or separated from us, case a wave of affection to undulate within. If we are able to meet, even in the midst of our    intense longing, a shadow is cast over our lives. A meeting not followed by longing is an exceedingly business-like bumping into each other, a mundane passing-by. In crossing paths and glancing off one another, there is no reverberation of the soul. Without this echo in our spirit, though we may meet, there is no real encounter. [Saturday, 24 September 2011 at 16:42]

I badly miss you now. I want to spend more time with you but I can't because I know you can't, you won't...for whatever reason, I don't know. I know your pride and my pride are just so impeccably remarkable I could jump for joy. Wow. How could this be such a torment? Is this just pride or am I just too afraid? ..too afraid of too many things? Are you, too? @##&#^*@##^&&$%#@%%#@^%

His hands were thick and rough and soiled; almost hairless but still undoubtedly grimed. His fingernails were unevenly cut like those of kids with the nail biting disorder, zigzagged, slant, skewed to the left, skewed to the right, pyramid! He's a typical kid you see on the streets, though not homeless and orphan, but still that kind who'd play dirt on the roadsides or dip into puddles of mud and canals during flood seasons. He looks naughty and unkind. .... After working overtime, my friends and I grabbed a bite at a roadside burger stand. Buy-1-Take-1 burgers are most loved by, so to speak, class B's and down. It was good and I am one bite away from my second burger. Unfortunately, it started to rain and it was getting late. We hurried "out" and across the street we rushed, feeling the sauce of the burger clinging right under my lips, craving for it's better half. "Are you eating your burger on the bus," chuckles. "Nope. I

Estrellada, Rachelle Corinne A.                                                                       SPCM110 05-6****                                                                        Prof. Anne Marie Jennifer Eligio November 2007 A Typical Morning for Ms. Panabo “Bam!” The door slammed. Maybe it was Yanny, my roommate. She might have had finished peeing. I thought. My senses were all awake but my eyes were still closed. Sorting out what had to be done for today, my mind sensed something I forgot to do last night—I overcharged my cellphone! I jumped down from the upper deck of the bed I slept on. When I landed with my feet hurting badly, just then I realized that I was occupying the higher deck. Stella, my other roommate, unplugged the charger from the outlet. I folded the wire and checked my cellphone. I have a message. It was from an unregistered sender. “Gud am che! Kanus-a ba last magbayad pra s tshirt? Frm Dist4,” it read. It was from a president of the Dioces