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<center><FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="black"><i>♥DiN</i>--my nickname. Still, Im <I>JERARDINE GARCHITORENA</I>.full name.  12 years old na. My first day in the world was <S>July 10 1996</S>. <center><FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="black">A daughter. sister. grand-daughter. niece. cousin. A friend. A partner. A student. young girl, grown up. Music is my passion, obsession, whatever. Ako po ay friendly and pranky person. I am nowhere near perfect. Smarty && kind kind. Easy to get along with.  Am loving & caring. thoughtful. hopeful. Am shy but friendly. careful & careless. Am hardworking & determined. <center><FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="black">Like like serious conversation. Pwede na rin ung may pagka joke. confident & scared. excited. whatever. Addicted to <U>music</U> tlga. Paramore is my love. <center><FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="black">Mostly mistaken for being bad. I want everything in my life to be peaceful no enemy. I hate seing wide and messy things. Don't like to be out of place. <center><FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="black">Expecting so much from me will be your biggest mistake. Dramas, memories, i have it! duh. dream my dreams. I pray to <I>God</I> & cry my tears. smile. listen to others who won't listen to me. <center><FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="black">walk on eggshells. walk on fire. Believe in passion. Am everything & nothing all at once. <center><FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="black">I'm not so much into boys. And oh guys! I hate people who are <S>flirts!</S>. Try. Let see. Don't worry. Hindi ko kayo kakainin no. Peace. Calm down. Im done... <center><FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="black">O.o <I><U>LIVE IT, LOVE IT, LEARN FROM IT</U></I> O.o-- </font></center>

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blades of glory, jumper, if only, wedding days, nacho libre, mr. bean's holiday, loser, stay alive, pride and prejudice, a walk to remember, cars, ratatouille, bring it on:all, the nativity story, raise your voice, a cinderella story(hilary duff or drew barrymore), employee of the month, house of wax, just my luck, the devil wears prada, fely wears prada, evan almighty, constantine, final destination 1 2 3, the return, ghost ship, school of rock, scary movies 2 3 4, happy feet, the pacifier, meet the fockers, the pink panther, world trade center, click, scream 1 2 3, don't say a word, a man with two brains, accepted, stranger than fiction, poseidon,, etc..

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sunday bloody sunday, that's what you get, just like me, here we go again, when it rains, oh star, misery busines, crushcrushcrush, we are broken, basta sa paramore, red jumpsuit apparatus, realize, bimbambini, etc..

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pinoy dream academy, pinoy big brother, american idol, gossip girl, the o.c., parental control, the bachelor, heroes, ambush makeover, tyra banks show, america's next top model, mythbusters, mad labs, i didn't know that.. etc..</font>

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<FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="4" COLOR="orange">&&im sure you heard about me.</font>

This blog is meant to be as a "relief valve", a place where I can express my thoughts freely, with no interference, nobody knowing me, and so on. A place filled with nothing.

The Great Nothing. Sounds good enough to me.

All this is just an experiment. I could get tired of it tomorrow or get along wih it till my old age. I'm not meant to know this. I'll remain as anonymous as possible; one good thing about english is that I can hide my sex; well, eventually it will come out, as male and female have different ways of thinking.

That's it for the introduction. Over and out.

Davwuh is a producer of Liverpool, his young age, 21 years, delights us with his latest album "Dome". "Dome" is presented as a verbatim record advance and as a beautiful carved work based on a feeling that recreates many environmental atmospheres and drums. The producer shows his concern and plasma his talent so quiet and sometimes very dark. In addition Davwuh shows sympathy for dubstep, another of the solid foundations of "Dome." As if not could be defined as a specific genre in the music of Dave Worthington because of what that dynamic is the youngest producer at producing, but experimentation with the aforementioned elements make his music in a very original shows. Little electronic music like this, creative and unique, I hope you like it.

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Also, since people insist on replying to my comments on their blog on MY blog, why don't you reply on THIS in stead of a post, so it doesn't get too confusing? kthanx (I'd put it here but WP doesn't let me... `^`)

SEE YOU AT SCHOOL

/panda

"ฉันเสียเวลามาเศร้าเสียใจที่เธอบอกเลิก มา ๓ ปี เพราะคิดว่าฉันรักเธอมาก แล้วก็เพิ่งมารู้ตัวว่า จริงๆ แล้วที่ฉันทนเจ็บมาตลอด ไม่ใช่เพราะว่ายังรักเธอ แต่เป็นเพราะว่า ฉันแค้นที่เธอบอกเลิกฉัน เพราะฉะนั้น ฉันเลิกแค้นเธอแล้วนะ"

เอ๊ะ หรือฉันเองก็จะเป็นอย่างนั้นหว่า?

ดูละครแล้วก็ย้อนมองดูตัวเอง ๕๕๕

หลังจากฉากนี้ เลยทำให้ความคิดเปลี่ยนไปเล็กน้อย ถามใจตัวเองมากขึ้น.. ว่า รักหรือแค้น แล้วจะแค้นไปทำไมล่ะเนี่ย

ตอนนี้ไม่ว่าฟังเพลงแนวไหน แม้จะเป็นเพลง "ของเรา" ในวันเก่าๆ ซึ่งแต่ก่อนคงทำให้ฉันน้ำตาไหลคิดถึงเธอ แต่วันนี้ ฉันยิ้มได้ เฉยๆ รู้สึกเหมือนว่า "อดีต" ในวันนั้น คือเรื่องราวที่ผ่านไปแล้ว เป็นความทรงจำที่ดีนี่นา

:)

i closed the chat window.

a drawback of not having 'him' in my msn list is that.. after i've closed that chat window, i cannot find his name i really have something to ask - -"

i'm translating about tourism, which is what he studies.. erm'.. well.. nevermind..

lol..

^^

nothing influenced me to write something like this one tonight. i got FRAGILE just listening to this song of STING. after today's bulk of work, i got tired and was hoping actually to write something worthwhile in here but nada! it's just me and sting with him singing fragile over and over and over.

just go on check the lyrics of this song. sometimes we hide our fears through a facade of strength. although we get to hold up that kind of pretense most of the time, there are instances we get to realize that we are fragile too. sometimes it's best to just be quiet and humbled than be stubborn and violent. what's my point? it's okay to be fragile and sensitive at times. we are only but human. allow yourself to hibernate by admitting some sort of weaknesses.

don't mind me. you have all your reasons to be how you are now. nothing extraordinary happened today which triggered to make me write this entry. i'm just talking to myself while getting sentimental. it's just the song.

i guess all i want to say is good night, good afternoon and good morning... whichever applies to you. :)

If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are

On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are

On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are
How fragile we are how fragile we are

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Turn out the light

Nothing to reveal here

Just visions of carnage

Best kept in the dark

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Beloved,

There are days when nothing seems right. When every shell you pick up on the winding shore is broken. When the silken treasure slips through your fingers too quickly. When comforts are empty. And the world is noise.

On those jagged edged days, when the wind is screaming for a reason only she understands. And you find yourself all alone.
Turn your face to the sun.

There is goodness in the world, that even the river of tears cannot erase.
There is love in the world, that the numbed armies of fear can not destroy.
Sometimes that goodness is everywhere apparent. It pours from the heart of every moment. From the light of every smile.

On those soft days, love hides in the eaves to drop like sweet honey on your forehead and sings her lilting lullabies in the arms of the winds.

But on some days, Beloved. On days like today....
We need to look, to see.
So turn your face to the sun.
Even when she is nowhere to be seen.

Go inside yourself. Find a speck, a splinter of beauty to be grateful for.
'Yes', the day has worn you. And 'Yes' our mistakes have been so many.
But say 'Thank you' anyway.

Take account of all that is in your possession.
A mind. A heart. A body.
A life that breathes, even if for just one more day.

Now count the eyes that have smiled
at you on your wild journey,
the hands that have held you tenderly,
the ears that have listened,
the prayers that have been made on your behalf.
And whisper your 'Thank you' again.

Count the sky that has watched you grow
with His painted eyes,
The heaving waves that find their echo
in the tides of your breathing,
The little birds that have sung
you their songs,
The stars which have been a lamp
to your path,
and are your
rightful inheritance.

Count unexpected laughter,
Count undeserved grace,
Count Passion and Love making and Dreams yet to be born,
And bow your head and say 'thank you',

Now count the lives who still need your light,
The hungry, the sick, the helpless,
Count the children who will die today
and imagine if with the breath of your body
you could help just
one.

Turn your face to the sun,
And know yourself as a child of the light.
You are the Goodness that cannot be extinguished,
The love that burns through the darkest night.

And perhaps,
In turning
You will see what i have seen,
that this day where everything seemed wrong,
was not your curse,
It was your gift,
Your chance...
To find inside yourself a forgotten 'thank you',
To smile in the face of the grim suppressors,
To stand in the heart of the glowering darkness
and turn your face to the sun.

~ Dr. Maithri Goonetilleke

To read more of his poems visit his blog 'Soaring Impulse'.

Some DJ's have been in touch with me to have my stuff played on their stations

I'm yet to make a dime... oh well

Got my 3rd Davwuh album this year coming out soon, but I might seriously consider looking for a label for this one because its a serious artistic accomplishment I believe, its almost spiritual to listen to and has a religious theme running through it... needs a bit more work on it though

Cya

នរណាជាម្ចាស់កំណប់ ហាស​ ហា ហា តែនឹង​មិន​មែន​ជា​ខ្ញុំ​ទេ

A few days ago I threw it away, unopened.

I don't need to look at it. I don't need to see the smiles on their oddly familiar yet faraway faces. The names of people who have impacted me so much, ones I remember so clearly but who, I'm sure, have long forgotten me. It shouldn't hurt anymore, but it does. I thought the ache would go away after graduation - the one I was supposed to be a part of. It hasn't. Instead it sits in waiting for the moment I am vulnerable, and pounces, making me miss things I was never a part of and people I haven't seen in years.

I must not be normal, right?

When I talked to my dad months ago, told him I was sad about all the graduation hulaballoo, he told me not to be. He told me it was stupid, superficial, that I am so far ahead of those kids what with a whole year of college done already. And I get that, honest I do.

But I MISS it.

I miss having friends, people to hang out with, joke around with. I miss being a part of a group, being a recognizable face. I miss sitting down with a group of people who get my jokes, who understand bits and pieces of me. And this missing piece, this aching feeling, it pulls at me. Tugging. I can now count on one hand - two fingers, actually - the number of friends I have around here. One of them is my sister and the other one is intermittently close then faraway, both literally and figuratively speaking.

I still think about the move quite a lot. I ask myself this question, this question I know doesn't matter: if I could do it all over again, if I had the choice, would I?

And I don't know. I can see what my parents see of course, how much I've grown since we got here. How my writing has exploded, how I've pushed ahead in school, how I would have had to leave all my friends eventually anyway.

But I also see something else. I see all the weekends I spend working and never missing out on any other plans I had because there NEVER ARE ANY OTHER PLANS. I see days spent at the mall-plaza place - alone. And my call list full of my parents' and sister's numbers.

I see a girl who likes to be alone, but not this much. A girl who is always, always alone. Who has given up on reaching out to others because she is constantly shot down. It's always "I'm busy," or "Sorry I've already got plans," or "Yeah, we should totally hang out sometime," but then we never do.

For the most part I am happy. School, writing, etc etc. I like how my life is going. But I can't deny what's missing: I'm lonely. Friends you can only communicate with because you're lucky enough to have email and texting can't fill the space of a few actual, hanging-out-together friends.

And the worst part is that I've tried. And tried again. And I keep thinking there must be something wrong with me that this space in my life is still empty. But I don't know what it is and I'm sick of trying to figure it out. 

It gets difficult to believe that it's not my fault, that it's the place not the girl. But I know it's true: it has to be. I can't be this horrible, can I? The sort of person who makes others run at the thought of being friends with her. This place must be messed up because I refuse to believe - to really, truly believe - that I haven't put in enough effort or been nice enough or reached out enough.

This, more than anything, is why the college years looming ahead of me scare me. Five to seven more years of this loneliness, this friendless state, makes me want to run right now. I don't know how I made it through three years and I don't know how I'll make it through so many more.

People line up for this.

Work.