tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18897880978267108532024-03-13T15:45:12.963-07:00the shoutouterDomenic Ruizohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00936854424617504799noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889788097826710853.post-26356811569874881772013-04-14T02:50:00.003-07:002013-04-14T02:50:43.374-07:00IsolationI wander together with reflection<br />And think how can we savor the moment<br />Thinking about our ambition<br />To become the person we want in our own sentiment<br /><br />We sometimes feel solitary<br />Because no one else chose to stay<br />Then look back and see our story<br />Remembering the people who stood with us along the way<br /><br />We are never sad, just lonely<br />Dealing with each other is never easy<br />We close our eyes and see what's within carefully<br />Melancholy's felt through insanity<br /><br />I'm thankful because he's with me now<br />He never leaves me because he's my partner<br />He's my other half - we don't need a vow<br />He is me. My reflection. My shadow. My lover.Domenic Ruizohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00936854424617504799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889788097826710853.post-50234104578885807462013-04-05T03:05:00.000-07:002013-04-05T03:20:11.216-07:00Myth Reid<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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We'll always have new friends. But real friends come unexpectedly.<br />
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I got a friend who inspires me to write despite my not-so-good writing talent. He is the one and only and the almost famous Myth Reid.<br />
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I think I already asked him what his screen name really means but I just don't remember. If I would see a Julius Amora Villacorta (which happens to be his real name. LOL) in Facebook or Twitter, I wouldn't know that it is him.<br />
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I must admit! I am a fan of this little boy's big talent in literature. How he puts his thoughts into writing and how he makes his readers feel what exactly he wants them to feel are just awesome.<br />
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As what he mentioned in his entry about me, he is my close friend's cousin. And yes, when we (our barkada) visit their place, he locks himself in his room as if he's not allowed to mingle with us. He just chose not to befriends with us because... I don't know. Maybe we were too loud for him. Or 'twas his opportunity to do the things that he normally does when alone in his room. If you know what I mean.<br />
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September of 2012, we finally became teammates. And our #UbusanNgYaman friendship started. There were times that we'll go to Abreeza or Gmall with our other colleagues to make ubos of our yamans. Haha. Ang arte-arte! Nakakagalit!<br />
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Working with him was really good because he always initiates for a teambuilding. Well, just initiates. Haha. During breaks, we gather to talk about random things.. and random people. Most of the time, we talk about people we don't like. There were also times that we just let the caller wait on the line while we chat. He is a great teammate except that sitting with him did not work for us. He is an irate agent. So am I. Just imagine two agents shouting at their stupid customers at the same time.<br />
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We also had sharing moments together over a cup of coffee (Starbucks- favorite place) or over bottles of Redhorse. I shared some of my thoughts about some things. He did the same thing. He also told me a lotta stories about his life. Even those not so good stories were told. He trusted me. Because I am trustworthy. Chos.<br />
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Sometimes, when he speaks, you wouldn't think that he is just 19 years old. GOD! He is so smart. Smarter than me! (Yes na lang ko kay para mani sa iya). He got more wisdom than I do.Though there are times that he acts very childish, but he's getting over it. Or he already got over it.<br />
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He would also tell me about his crushes, about his ULTIMATE crushes and so much more! What's unforgettable about him? It's the BUDOY thing! It's unlikely to share this funny thing here and if I do, he will definitely kill me!<br />
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Julius (pronounced as <i>jill-yes</i>) is a very deep person. If he doesn't like you, he wouldn't waste a little shit talking to you. He could be mean at times, but he really doesn't mean it. He might be feeling bad when he's mean.<br />
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When you become fair to others, you become unfair to yourself - this is what he always reminds me when we talk about serious things. Again, he got more wisdom than I do.<br />
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He's not just a close friend's cousin to me, not just a workmate. He is a real friend in an unexpected time.<br />
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check his entry for me! :)<br />
<a href="http://mythreid.blogspot.com/2013/04/domenic.html?showComment=1364896672927#c1014259388848521381" target="_blank"><span style="color: lime;">http://mythreid.blogspot.com/2013/04/domenic.html?showComment=1364896672927#c1014259388848521381</span></a>Domenic Ruizohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00936854424617504799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889788097826710853.post-89353028426922050072013-03-27T01:08:00.000-07:002013-04-02T03:07:08.172-07:00Scared To Death<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></b>
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<b><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For a couple of weeks now, I have been hearing stories about 'hold-ups'. In this city, The Queen City of South, that shit is actually just a normal shit. People here are cautious about being robbed. They know what to do when someone's crying out for help because of being held up.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">That's the best thing to do. You ignore and let the criminal do his thing. It's better that way than putting your own life at risk. Yes. Robbers here are just so confident to kill if you, the victim, will not give your bag (for example). And if you try to help their victim, prepare yourself to be a victim, too!</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">One morning, around 2:00, my roommate was running home, calling out my name before reaching the main gate of our 'house' expecting me to still be awake. As soon as I heard my name, I stood up and I opened the door for her.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She was catching her breath, teary eyes, and she looked frightened. Before I was able to ask her what happened, she opened her mouth and said "<em>gi hold up ko</em>". A big guy held her neck, took her bag, and pushed her down. In her bag were her phone, tab, wallet and all her important documents. When she told me what exactly happened to her, I felt helpless and frightened as well.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">You might say that the good thing about it is that only her things were taken, not her life. How can that be so pacifying if, aside from you literally have nothing left, that traumatic experience will keep on flashing back in your head?</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Yes. I am scared. Scared to death.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What if that happens to me? To whom will I run? How should I react? What if...</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Negativity, that's what you might say. Well, that's POSSIBILITY for me.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And again, I was reminded how good my life was, how blessed I was having the chance living with my family, and how safe I was before I went out from my comfort zone.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I am scared. Scared to death. But that doesn't mean I am giving up. Coming here, I guess, was the best decision I have ever made.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I am scared. I know I should not be. I am scared. I know I will not be.</span></b></div>
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Domenic Ruizohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00936854424617504799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889788097826710853.post-32035607788466940032013-02-13T15:57:00.000-08:002013-02-13T15:57:41.947-08:00Maligayang Puso Po!<div style="text-align: justify;">
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Valentine's Day na naman. Hearts dito, flowers doon. Maraming masayang tao, pero marami din ang medyo di natutuwa sa mga ganitong panahon.</div>
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Oo nga naman. Sino ba naman ang sasaya kung ang mga mahal mo sa buhay ay masayang nagseCelebrate ng araw na ito kasama ang mga partners nila sa buhay, tapos ikaw, nganga?! Pero yun yung point eh. May mga MAHAL KA SA BUHAY, kaya walang rason para mag emote ka ng kung anu-ano dahil lang single ka.</div>
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Valentine's Day po. Hindi po Araw ng mga TAKEN. Kasi kung ganon, dapat TAKEN'S DAY, diba? [medyo korni]. Haha. May nabasa nga akong Facebook post... Ansabe.. "kung single ka, wag kang malungkot. Isipin mo na lang yung mga walang nanay noong Mothers' Day" Tama nga naman. May mas mga mabibigat na problema pa ang lipunan [pati ikaw] na mas dapat pagtuonan ng pansin.</div>
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Para sa mga SINGLE, hindi pa katapusan ng mundo. Pwede mo pa rin naman iCelebrate ang araw na to sa ibat-ibang paraan. Huwag ka lang mag las-las. </div>
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Para sa mga TAKEN, mga kaibigan, ARAW NG MGA PUSO. Hindi ng mga BUTO. -Just a friendly reminder.</div>
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Ang araw na ito ay para sa mga nagmamahal. Mahal ko ang mga kaibiga't pamilya ko, kaya magseCelebrate ako ngayon.</div>
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Magandang umaga :)</div>
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Domenic Ruizohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00936854424617504799noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889788097826710853.post-87957182794336792362013-01-09T05:50:00.003-08:002013-01-09T05:51:01.690-08:00LIFE OF PI [flashback]<i>PS: I just want to let my emotions out. I was really moved by the movie. And sorry for any errors that you may see :)</i><br />
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At first, before the movie started, I thought it's all about Pi's adventure with a tiger in the ocean. Well, the movie is more than that.<br />
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Pi tells a story to a writer. He starts his story with his childhood. How he was bullied because of his real name (Piscine), how he knew Christ and Allah, how he was as a son.<br />
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He then continues with his teenage life when he first met this young lady who took his heart away and why they needed to go separate ways. Pi and his family needed to leave India because Pi's father had to bring their animals (they own a zoo) to a different country. There, the tragic started. The ship that they were using sank. Pi was able to transfer to a lifeboat. So he survived (given the fact that he was a well-trained swimmer)<br />
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He was with different animals in the lifeboat, but due to hunger, all of the animals died except for Richard Parker, the tiger.<br />
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Pi gives an emphasis on his life with the tiger. He shares the story of how they fought for territory, for food, and for shelter. This is the highlight of the movie. The effects, the scenes, the emotions. At first, Pi did not want the tiger to stay until the tiger jumped off the lifeboat to catch fishes for food, and he was not able to get back to the boat so Pi help Richard Parker to get back to his life...boat. He also tried to catch fishes for the tiger. In other words, he took care of the tiger until they finally landed in a jungle where the tiger left him. There, Pi was recovered.<br />
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He ends his story by saying that there were Japanese who went to the place where he rested after being recovered. The Japanese interviewed him of what happened. He told the Japanese a different story: a story that is realistic so that they will believe in it and will stop them from asking him couple of questions more.<br />
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Pi was not able to say goodbye to his family and to Richard Parker. He said that it hurts the most when you are not able to take a moment in saying goodbye which is really true. It's hard to move on from something that has not been closed yet. [ahw?]<br />
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In the movie, the writer waits for Pi to convince him that God exists since that's one of the reason why Pi was telling him that story. Pi did not convince him at all. He just said that he was able to share two stories. Then he asked the writer which one does he prefer. The writer said that the better story is the one with the tiger. Pi then said 'and so it goes with God'.<br />
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This line actually let me think for a moment. According to my understanding, Pi wants the writer to understand that the world has a lot of gods. And he wants the writer to live with the god that he prefers because we can't prove things like that. Like him, he can't prove to the writer that his story is true. [which gives me an idea that Pi did not experience everything that he has told. He mentioned that he lied to the Japanese by telling a different story so that they will believe in it. Same is true with the story he made for the writer-he told him that story so that the writer will believe that god exists]<br />
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<br />Domenic Ruizohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00936854424617504799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889788097826710853.post-61433999635299683602012-11-08T05:25:00.000-08:002012-11-08T05:28:34.716-08:00Syota ng Iba<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe8Sren3BH96QmJo5U59BKogxkB1fn1knAWoflJ9dpmGemwUB_RTZmMMo8vJTlS6aBw7fRx8e157ujTDSEAxBnwbzpfMybyle2QeMmHJSZHU7dMpgPseXe6GCYp_YoYt3a_Ad7M_scV6U5/s1600/domz+again2.jpg"><br /></a>Mahirap talaga magmahal ng syota ng iba.<br /> <br />Ang linyang yan ay napaka popular sa bansa. Isang linyang makatotohanan. Isang linyang nagpapaala na hindi madali magmahal ng syota ng iba.<br />Ngunit bakit ba, sa dinamidami ng tao sa mundo, dun ka pa maiinlab sa taong iba ang gusto? Siguro kaya nauso ang The Mistress, A Secret Affair, No Other Woman, Two Wives, etc., kasi eto yung isa sa mga katotohanan sa ating lipunan na pilit nating tinatago.<br /> <br />Pero teka, MAHIRAP BA TALAGA MAGMAHAL NG SYOTA NG IBA?<br /> <br />Ayon sa aking obserbasyon, hindi naman. Kung may syota, asawa, o live-in partner pa yan, basta may gusto din sayo, hindi mahirap mahalin yan. Alam mo yung mahirap? Yung darating ang pagkakataong kailangan na nyang mamili kung sino sa inyong dalawa ang titirahin nya. I mean, pipiliin nya. Mahirap kasi alam mong hindi ikaw ang pipiliin. Swerte ka kung ikaw, pero sa umpisa pa lang, alam mo na talaga kung ano ang mangyayari. Mahirap din yan, kasi alam na alam mong sobrang sakit nyan. Siguro masaya ka pagmagkasama kayo, eh pano kung sila na ang nagsama, sasaya ka pa ba? At kung ano ang mangyari, may karapatan ka bang ipaglaban ang nararamdaman mo sa kanya? Wala. WALAAAA! (strong mode)<br /> <br />May kakilala ako. Itago natin sya sa pangalang Aryana. Si Aryana ay isang babaeng napakasensitibo sa kanyang nararamdaman. Isang araw, may nakilala syang isang lalaking matipuno, mabait, at napaka gentleman. Sya si Ironman. Halos araw-araw silang magkasama. Sa opisina, sa mall, sa park, at kung saan-saan. Alam ni Aryana na may ibang gusto si Ironman. GUSTO-hindi asawa, hindi syota. Wala lang din daw kasi kay Aryana si Ironman. Habang tumatagal, mas lumalalim ang pagsasamahan nila. Hanggang sa nahulong ng tuluyan si Aryana. Hindi sya nakapagpigil, ayun at sinabi nya kay Ironman ang tunay nitong nararamdaman. Nung nalaman na ni Ironman, parang wala lang. Parang 'ah..ok'. Ibigsabihin, hindi bet ni lalake si babae. Tinanggap ito ni Aryana ng buong puso. Hanggang magkaibigan lang sila. At dahil ayaw nilang dalawa na mahulog pa ng husto ang babae, eh di na sila nagkikita.Hanggang sa isang masayang araw para kay Aryana, nasa dalampasigan sya't nakikipaglaro sa mga alon, nalaman nyang nagsasama na pala si Ironman at yung taong gusto nya. Teka, pano nya nalaman? Siguro dahil sa isa nyang kaibigang isda. Di na importante yun! Basta, nalaman na nya.<br /> <br />Tumakbo ng tumakbo itong si Aryana na parang nagfu-fun-run lang. Ganyan sya magwala. Tumatakbo. Nadapa sya't umiyak. Hindi naman daw pagseselos ang nararamdaman nya. Masakit lang daw kasi hindi sya pinili. Masakit daw kasi naaawa sya sa sarili nya. Ako rin, naawa sa kanya.<br /> <br />Kasalanan din naman nya eh. Kasi alam nyang masasaktan sya, bat pa nya hinayaan ang sarili nyang mahulog kay lalake? Eh kasi uso? Uso din pala masaktan ngayon eh, noh?<br /> <br />Sana yung gusto ni Ironman, walang ibang gusto para di nya maramdaman ang sakit na idinulot nito kay Aryana.<br /> <br />Dadagdagan ko na lang yung unang linya.<br /> <br />Mahirap, masakit, katangahan, at suicide ang magmahal ng syota ng iba. Bow.<br /><a href="https://www.facebook.com/notes/donc-patru/syota-ng-iba/10151176441424633">https://www.facebook.com/notes/donc-patru/syota-ng-iba/10151176441424633</a></i></span>Domenic Ruizohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00936854424617504799noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889788097826710853.post-60307689819296040952012-01-20T00:30:00.000-08:002012-01-20T00:52:46.479-08:00Moved on<b><i><span style="color: #3d85c6;">I fell in love many times. Hurt many times. Moved on many times.</span></i></b><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">She taught me things that I did not expect I'm capable of learning about: <b>loving less of yourself. </b>From the very first day we met, until the last day that we were together, I never felt that I am nothing to her. Everyday was something to look forward to. A day of love, friendship and affection.<br /><br />We shared things that only the two of us knew. She told me that she will stay with me <b>FOREVER.</b> And if the time comes that she needs to go, she'd be staying in my heart. That's what she meant with forever. Now, that forever has ended. Those moments that we were no longer together were so painful. I can't sleep, can't focus, can't see the beauty of the world. She left me with a bigger purpose. She left me to follow the steps of God. <i>WHAT CAN I DO TO MAKE HER STAY? </i>Wala akong panlaban. She left me without closing what has been opened. Tulala. Iyak. Those were my hobbies when I was still feeling the pain. But now, I have finally moved on. I don't think of her [not until now]. I don't wish to be with her again. I don't wish her to be back.<br /><br /><b>BUT WHAT IF...</b><br /><br />What if she'll be back and say that she wants me back? OOOPS. Never thought of that. Hmmm... I'll think about it, huh? :D<br /><br />I was so busy looking for that feeling again. Desperate I was, I tried to look for it to anybody who has passed along my way. PAK! I realized that it is something that should not be chased. It comes in its own time.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">True enough, I met another her. Another her that made me feel sooooo special. That she wanted to be with me everyday of her life. We used to go to church together, nood sine, eat, sleep [oops] and do a lot of things together. We share a lot of things in common. But we also have a lot of differences yet we managed to stay in love with each other. Not until..</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">Not until the another her felt the opposite. She felt no love at all. She now looks at me as her bestfriend. Not a lover. AND WHERE THE HELL HER LOVE WENT?<br /><br />Now, we still do the things we used to do. We still go to church, nood sine, eat, sleep [oops again] together... PERO wala na si ROMANTIC LOVE. Wala na yung AFFECTION. Wala na yung feeling na gusto ka nyang makasama. The feeling of being needed is now lost.<br /><br />I fell inlove. I was hurt. And I have not yet moved on. [letting time heal]</span></div>
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<br /></div>Domenic Ruizohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00936854424617504799noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889788097826710853.post-26202390055979275942011-10-26T20:06:00.000-07:002011-10-26T20:06:43.155-07:00Kulungan At Kadena<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Ang <b>kadena </b>ni Juan ay nakakapit</span><div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Hindi sa leeg ngunit sa tenga namimilipit</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Hindi sa paa kong aray na aray na sa sakit</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Pilit pinipigilan ang ihing pasabog</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Kaya mo bang matulog buong umaga</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">At sa gabi'y bukang-buka ang mga mata?</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Hindi naman talaga madali ang buhay</span></div>
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<br /></div>Domenic Ruizohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00936854424617504799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889788097826710853.post-64963279875411752962011-10-10T17:35:00.000-07:002011-10-10T17:35:42.219-07:00I miss her<b>I fell in love for the first time.</b><div>
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It was a sunny day when I met this person in her school uniform. She passed by. I followed. And I realized that we were in the same room. She was my classmate. We became friends. And...</div>
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Days have passed and the relationship we had became even deeper. I never had an odd feeling when I was with her. We ate lunch together. We exchange ideas through SMS. We laugh and sing together. She was my closest friend. One day, I woke up thinking about her. And...</div>
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She never knew that she made me happy every time we were together. She never knew that she was more than a bestfriend. She never knew that I love her.</div>
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One day, I came rushing to our room to tell her something about my dream. A not-so-interesting dream. But I was still excited to let her know about that just to have something to talk about. Then I found out that she's gone. She will never be back.<br /><br />My bestfriend who has been suffering from cancer was not able to survive. My love. My refuge. My comfort. She has gone. And everything for me has gone.</div>
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[fyi: not a true story]</div>
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Domenic Ruizohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00936854424617504799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889788097826710853.post-38309694134725524302011-08-25T18:26:00.000-07:002011-08-25T19:35:38.448-07:00Ano ngayon?<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Hinding-hindi ko kilala kung sino yan si James Soriano. Trending sya ngayon sa twitter dahil sa kanyang artikulo na pinamagatang: </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Language, learning, identity, privilege</b></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span">. Hindi ko lang lubos maisip kung ano ang mali sa isinulat nya'ng sa aking opinyon ay talagang totoo at riyalistik!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>ANO NGAYON?</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span">
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<br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>ANO NGAYON?</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Ano ngayon kung sa tingin nya ang Filipino ay salita sa kalye? Bakit? Di ba totoo? Kung nagkakaroon nga ng pagpupulong-pulong ang mga kongresista, Ingles diba ang ginagamit? Kahit alam nilang lahat sila ay nakakaintindi ng Filipino, ba't Ingless ang ginagamit nila? Si PNoy, nung SONA nya kamakailan, Filipino ang ginamit na wika.. eh, bat parang kinukwestyon ng iilan?</span>
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<br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>ang sa akin lang: lahat tayo ay may kanya-kanyang preference. Gaya ng mga TV stations, mas gusto ko manood ng <span class="Apple-style-span">ABS</span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span>kesa sa <span class="Apple-style-span">GMA</span>.. may iilan naman na kabaliktaran sa gusto ko ang pinapanood. May iba, gusto <span class="Apple-style-span">maglakad</span>.. may iba, gusto <span class="Apple-style-span">sumakay</span>. May iba, gusto <span class="Apple-style-span">magluto</span>, may iba gusto <span class="Apple-style-span">kumain sa labas</span>. May iba, gusto <span class="Apple-style-span">sumayaw</span>, may iba gusto <span class="Apple-style-span">kumanta</span>. RESPETO naman sa opinyon ng iba at sa gusto nila. Wag masyadong mag over-react sa mga bagay-bagay. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>
<br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>HAPPY BUWAN NG WIKA :D</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">
<br /></span></span></div>Domenic Ruizohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00936854424617504799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889788097826710853.post-72977814887785806682010-11-16T06:52:00.000-08:002010-11-16T07:07:21.268-08:00the new angleMonths ago since i ended my connection with the Youth Reload. T'wasn't easy leaving them since they became part of my life. But my relationship with God did not end. it was just not as active as before.<div><br /></div><div>I continued my life until...</div><div><br /></div><div>Until I met the <b>SPOTLIGHTs </b>or Special People Of The Lord In the Grace of His Throne. hmmmm... Unconsciously, I was looking for them. I was looking for people who work for God without giving the it's [members] any <b>pressure</b>. They give<b> freedom. </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Love, truthfulness, and happiness are the three words that best describe the said group (for me). And I praise God for the lives of the people who are about to teach me about life. I thank God for giving me people who make me feel loved by God despite all the things Im doing and not doing. I adore God for letting me meet them and encounter Him with them.</div><div><br /></div><div>to the SPOTLIGHTs, a big <b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">THANKS</span></span> </b>to all of you for accepting me as part of your family :-)</div>Domenic Ruizohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00936854424617504799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889788097826710853.post-52523040214191725472010-11-16T00:26:00.000-08:002013-04-02T03:22:05.480-07:00A Friend's Letter<div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-right: 100px; word-wrap: break-word; zoom: 1;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It’s been a while since the last time we talked </span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">About or lives and about everything </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I miss the times when together we walk </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And sing the song; the song we used to sing </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I miss our hilarious laughs, our rudeness </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Our fee-fi-fo-fums that complete the day </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I miss you, I miss our togetherness </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The person who’s been with me all the way </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Are you in pain or living happily? </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My friend, I want to hear more about you </span></span></span></span></div>
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Domenic Ruizohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00936854424617504799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889788097826710853.post-67459529661021628852010-07-25T09:27:00.001-07:002010-07-27T05:09:42.155-07:00i miss him!have you ever missed someone you never met? someone who forever will be part of your being yet unknown?<br /><br />well, it was a long time ago then when he left. he went to a place where only souls can enter. GEEEEZ! i cant recall even a single moment that i was with him (of course, i was 2 years old that time). i just cant imagine how he would look like if he still exists at this time. blah blah blah...<br /><br />i don't know why my heart breaks every time i remember that i never had him. according to my mom, and to the people close to his heart, my dad was a very nice, humble, and a generous person. HOMAYGASH! what if he's with me now? maybe he would give everything that i would want. maybe he would take me on his arms and would let my tears flow...<br /><br />i can't say anything anymore.<br /><br />i just miss him.<br /><br />i just miss you.. PA!<br /><br />if i could turn back the time, i would do everything just to keep you breathing. (T_T)Domenic Ruizohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00936854424617504799noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889788097826710853.post-84606956609199905382010-07-21T19:28:00.001-07:002010-07-21T19:31:42.243-07:00this kills me..it's been 3 days since this came into my life. It sucks coz it kills me. i want this out but i guess i need to suffer for more days before this thing decides to leave me alone. huhu.. cant help! I cant sing well, eat anything, ang laugh like i always do.<br /><br />cough, please leave me alone. i dont need your presence throuh this sticky-green thing. be out! NOW NA!Domenic Ruizohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00936854424617504799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1889788097826710853.post-42404126291434857822010-07-09T10:41:00.000-07:002012-07-24T06:43:31.676-07:00MANYONE<div align="justify">
Red means war. Blue means wisdom. Green means safety. Yellow means happy. But these things fall under one name—color.</div>
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Today, people are so divided by principles, ethics and faith and that cause them to reject others. Some people think that they are the only “right” in this world. Moreover, those people can’t easily accept the reality that there are many truths present in this planet. I am not saying that I believe in all CLAIMED truths. I still stand firmly in my faith but the difference is that I try to respect other’s way of seeing things.</div>
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It is sad to know that we are away from the very people we are with—away through opinions, interpretations, etc. The Bible is one of the most evident in this issue. The said book has many versions. Christian churches are numerous today and I believe that it is because of the different ways people understand the Holy Scripture. The sad fact is that one church tries to poison the other through one-sided or biased thinking. These churches are claiming that they are CHRISTIANS. Ironic, isn’t it?</div>
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However, in politics, there are people who don’t want to upkeep an elected official if that official is not the one they supported during the election. Yet these people want change for their country. Why can’t they just forget the election and move on with the majority’s choice? How will CHANGE be attained if they can’t apply it in simple things—change in the state of mind?</div>
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Yes, we can never erase the fact that we can never have one mind. But we can do something for us to live in unity as the bass, tenor, alto and soprano sing in a choir. Different voices in one harmonious and melodious song. Though we are many, we could be one. Let us be united. Let us be MANYONE!</div>Domenic Ruizohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00936854424617504799noreply@blogger.com0