http://dimasalang4.blogdrive.com/ dimasalang Sun, 06 Nov 2005 21:50:01 PST http://www.blogdrive.com Copyright 2005. Movies http://dimasalang4.blogdrive.com/archive/25.html Sun, 23 Oct 2005 00:22:10 GMT “If you examine your life and you can neither remember laughter nor anguish, then you live a worthless life”. This old adage never ceases to make me flinch because of its banality yet it has ironically and aptly described the year that was… My birthday has a way of making me gravely forlorn. Thank God vicissitude is the only thing constant in our lives. For the first time in my life, I didn’t dread this date. The last twelve months could truly be considered the most eventful year, not because I have found Mr. Right (cliché’!), but because I felt the gamut of emotion that goes... (more) http://dimasalang4.blogdrive.com/comments?id=25 http://dimasalang4.blogdrive.com/archive/24.html Sat, 22 Oct 2005 09:24:11 GMT Top ten scary things I did/experienced on my birthday. 1. Celebrated my birthday with friends and not with my family. 2. Survived a boat failure on our way to the beach. 3. Temerity to wear my two-piece bikini despite the curves in the wrong places 4. Audacity to go sun bathing and forego moon bathing for a change. 5. Ride banana boat with ear plugs on to avoid ear infection. 6. Exposed my ear to further infection through prolonged exposure to water through swimming and snorkling. 7. Whole body massage by the beach. 8. Had a Henna tattoo on... (more) http://dimasalang4.blogdrive.com/comments?id=24 http://dimasalang4.blogdrive.com/archive/23.html Fri, 30 Sep 2005 09:21:25 GMT September is the month I painfully thought would never end. I thought the ebb of suffering is an oasis, that culmination of my pain is the start of curing. This conundrum starts when this pain seems to be aggravated when the wound seemingly heals on its surface. The nexus between healing and forgetting seems obscure. The words that clearly camouflage the emphatic torment are nothing more than embellished lies. People perceive the saccharine smile as an ostensive affirmation. Beneath the sedentary look is a decrepit soul. The intellect is always fooled by the heart. –François de la... (more) http://dimasalang4.blogdrive.com/comments?id=23 http://dimasalang4.blogdrive.com/archive/21.html Thu, 22 Sep 2005 18:31:07 GMT Full moon has a way of obscuring my sanity. In LB Square field, we celebrate our impending doom. Exam was hell and waiting for the upshot is sheer agony. Live band, open field, booze, men...sighhh. No prescribed capsules could surpass this balm that we call living! Thursday is a good day to let my hair down. I relish the smell of cigarette and puff to my heart's content, the doctor's advice became a distant murmur. Several shots of a weird sounding brandy "Sisa" flooded my senses and kept my mind adrift. I nearly spit on our Dean for being such a stolid bore, good thing he left early and... (more) http://dimasalang4.blogdrive.com/comments?id=21 http://dimasalang4.blogdrive.com/archive/20.html Sun, 11 Sep 2005 04:59:38 GMT Parati kong naririnig na ang pag aaral ang susi sa maayos na buhay! Matagal na panahon ding pinaniwala ako ng kasabihang iyan; hanggang sa mapariwara ang buhay ko ng dahil sa pag aaral... Mahigit na isang bwan akong on leave at marami ang naghinuha na baka raw nag resign na ako sa trabaho, nagka bf na rin sa wakas, nag asawa at nabuntis, napariwara, at ng maliwanagan, ay muling bumalik matapos ng apatnapung araw (parang si Jesus). They can't be more wrong! A month's hiatus can be solely blamed on my comprehensive exam. Boring! I wish I can I say I have eloped and lived happily ever after... (more) http://dimasalang4.blogdrive.com/comments?id=20 http://dimasalang4.blogdrive.com/archive/19.html Sun, 04 Sep 2005 02:11:25 GMT “Let the future say of our generation that we sent forth the mighty currents of hope and that we worked together to heal the world.” I have invariably envisaged myself ensconced in a place that alleviates the suffering of the poor. A life that makes a difference as I assuage the affliction of the impoverished. I pledged to myself that I will bear the brunt for my least fortunate brothers… Yeah right, dream on! Three long years, and I am hailed as the lone Batch 20A survivor. Is this a feat to be proud of? In this world of infinite options, I find myself enslaved in this zone that feeds me.... (more) http://dimasalang4.blogdrive.com/comments?id=19 http://dimasalang4.blogdrive.com/archive/18.html Sat, 27 Aug 2005 07:50:45 GMT Sa mga naghahanap ng paliwanag, paano ko ipapaintindi ang mga bagay na sa sarili ko ay hindi ko kayang maarok? Sa sarili ko, walang mali sa aking nadarama, subalit sa ibang nag aanalisa, lumalabas na isang pagkakasala. Maraming bagay na mas makabubuting tanggapin kasya hanapan ng paliwanag. Kung rasyonalidad ang pag uusapan, hindi kayang abutin ng utak ang idinidikta ng pandama. Ang tanong sa bakit, sino, ano, saan, kelan at paano ay parating nangsasakdal... Kung kaya nga inimbento ang pluma, mas maraming bagay ang mailalathala na hindi kayang isambulat ng bibig na sakbibi ng pangamba, para... (more) http://dimasalang4.blogdrive.com/comments?id=18 http://dimasalang4.blogdrive.com/archive/17.html Thu, 25 Aug 2005 07:32:24 GMT The north wind surged during this arid season Whispering the pedagogy beyond my comprehension Your ameliorating eyes see through my resilience Showing me conscientisation despite my reservation In the zenith of your exalted status You reached for me in the mire of destitute Unleashing the shackles of my imbedded emotions You arms around me thawed the ice encasing my stoic veneer The stubbles on your face against mine was a ray of hope When I staggered, your dexterity strengthened my resolve… In the verge of surrender, your faith was my salvation Humbling my imperious... (more) http://dimasalang4.blogdrive.com/comments?id=17 http://dimasalang4.blogdrive.com/archive/16.html Thu, 14 Jul 2005 10:52:03 GMT My nerves are singing in ecstasy The rhapsody of sound accompanied by my moaning The burgeoning anticipation waiting for the final thrust Ahhh, this position is a bliss Sapping the last thread of my control I was urged to go deeper Enveloping the hard contours of my body My pliant body gave in... My sanity is sent adrift In the aftermath of this storm Again I gave in... The ebb of restraint dawns in as I close my eyes My bed is always a haven for my weary and sleepy soul... http://dimasalang4.blogdrive.com/comments?id=16 http://dimasalang4.blogdrive.com/archive/15.html Mon, 04 Jul 2005 04:59:29 GMT In this world of uncertainty, the height of uncertainty is Falling in Love. Women have always been trapped in this waiting game called Love. Men are again placed in the pedestal. Some women believe that men would saunter into their lives and everything will fall into place. Women allow themselves to be discriminated by playing the pathetic role as subservient serf to their masters. Sometimes, I cannot comprehend how women sought for equality, when all their actions run counter to what they pledge. Their love quandary is borne out of insecurity. Women cannot be blamed solely because they are... (more) http://dimasalang4.blogdrive.com/comments?id=15