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Tuesday, June 15th 2010

6:05 AM

This subject-- the Philippine History is really a relevant subject because it's the only way (I think) for us to know how these people from the past sacrificed much to free the nation from those the times of the foreign regimes. It also gives us ideas on what had happened in the past times that made our country from what it is right now. UIC - Clariss L. Obligado 10:30-12:00(TTh)
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Tuesday, January 26th 2010

2:47 AM

EMCEE AKO

L O V E

Love is hard to find, but once you find it you won't regret it. Love doesn't make the world go round,
Love is what makes the ride worthwhile. Life without love is like a tree.
Without blossom and fruit. Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get, it’s what you are expected to give — which is everything. Love is the condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own. Ladies and gentlemen,the prince of love, Rheve P. Perez  and the princess of love, Shiela Mae Arzaga.

P E A C E

The first peace, which is the most important, is that which comes within the souls of people when they realize their relationship, their oneness with the universe and all its powers, and when they realize that at the center of the universe dwells the Great Spirit, and that this center is really everywhere, it is within each of us. Our prince of peace Kenny Allan P. Lagrama together with his princess of peace, Lhory May D. Salcedo.

W I S D O M

There lies before us, if we choose, continual progress in happiness, knowledge and wisdom. Shall we instead choose death, because we cannot forget our quarrels? We appeal, as human beings, to human beings; remember your humanity and forget the rest. If you can do so, the way lies open to a new Paradise; if you cannot, there lies before you the risk of universal death. The prince of wisdom, Paul Martin L. Ruedas and his princess of wisdom, Jenny Rose R. Abergonzado.

H O P E

Every once in a while, people step up. They rise above themselves. Sometimes, they fall short. Life is funny sometimes it can push really hard, but if you look close enough, you find hope in the words of children, in the bars of a song, in the eyes of someone you love..& if you’re lucky, and I mean if you’re the luckiest person on this entire planet, the person you love, decides to love you back. Let us all welcome the prince of hope, Jeston F. Painagan and his princess of wisdom, Clea Amor Remon.
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Thursday, November 5th 2009

7:40 PM

sulutera

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Wednesday, June 3rd 2009

2:15 AM


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Thursday, May 28th 2009

5:46 AM

this is how i disappear [the MALi edition]


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Thursday, May 14th 2009

2:56 AM

idoooo○L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Gerard Arthur Way (born April 9, 1977) is an American musician who serves as the frontman, lead vocalist and co-founder of the band My Chemical Romance. He is the elder brother of the band's bass player, Mikey Way.

Way was born in Belleville, New Jersey to Donald and Donna Lee Way. He first began singing in fourth grade, when he played the part of Peter Pan in a school production of the play. His maternal grandmother, Elena Lee Rush, taught him to sing, paint, and perform and has referred to her in interviews saying 'she has taught me everything I know'.

After graduating from Belleville High School in 1995, he attended the School of Visual Arts in New York City, graduating with a Bachelor of Fine Arts in 1999.

The Umbrella Academy

The Umbrella Academy
Way recently began his established career as a comic-book writer, writing for the comic miniseries, The Umbrella Academy. The Umbrella Academy was first unleashed in the Dark Horse 2007 free comic book day issue on May 5th. Since then, an eight-page story was put up on MySpace, entitled Safe & Sound and the first official issue was released on September 19th 2007. The first issue sold out and there will be a second printing on October 17th 2007.

Music and My Chemical Romance

In 2001, Way was working in the comic industry in New York when the September 11 attacks occurred. This event changed Way dramatically; he told Spin magazine, "I literally said to myself, 'Fuck art. I’ve gotta get out of the basement. I’ve gotta see the world. I’ve gotta make a difference!'" Soon after, he formed the band My Chemical Romance. The band's first song "Skylines and Turnstiles" was inspired by Way's experience on 9/11.

Music turned out to be an effective means for Way to deal with his long-time battle against depression, alcoholism, prescription drug and illegal drug abuse, leading to the creation of deeply personal songs such as "Helena", written after the death of his grandmother.
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Tuesday, May 5th 2009

1:25 AM

My Chemical Romance Pictures, Images and Photos i LOVE this band.. ü My Chemical Romance Pictures, Images and Photos

My Chemical Romance Pictures, Images and Photos
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Tuesday, May 5th 2009

12:56 AM

Forbidden love, Definite Hate

Another piece that is coursework related. stimulus was song by 'White Lies', 'unfinished business'. love is lost, as is life.
"No!" I say out loud. My voice sounds hollow, pale, as I lie on this bed of sin and debauchery. The sound croaks in my throat, and exits my mouth in a feeble canter. You pull the trigger. Again. Again No sound for me, although I imagine the bangs of the gun; the crash of my corpse hitting the floor. You sit there. Cry. Why is it that you weep? You caused this. You kneel down, bed soaked with tears and blood, pray to the Lord. He can’t help you now. Sinner. Terrible sinner. Things were never going to be the same. You broke my heart, but it wasn’t enough. You broke my heart. You stupid, hateful, love of my life, bitch. You broke my heart and then you took my life.

I was already dead. I can see you still. Still crying. Do you regret? I cannot tell. My heart was broken into multiple shards, and you took them all to yourself. If you couldn’t, then neither could anyone else. My love was not yours to have, let you took it anyway. It was your fault that I fell in love. I hear the voice of angels, yet I want to stay here and observe the woman that I love so much. Still.

A glimmer of guilt in your eye? Compassion? I still cannot tell. But the look on your face as you look at my unmoving cadaver is haunting none the least. You stop the praying. Move over to me. You were one of this God’s mistakes, a crying, tragic waste of skin. You touch my face. It is cold to the warm touch of life emanating from your delicately painted fingertips. Sadly, a life that my flesh can no longer posses. Cold, oh so cold to the fires of your passionate hatred.

The drips of blood are covering the satin sheets, dripping ever so slowly over and soak your carpet floor, glimmering red in the frozen moonlight. The fluid seeps through, leaking from my head, chest and neck. Spurts stop from the coronary artery now. The blood is running out. Mixes with the tears from my sorrow filled eyes. I cry now too, you carry on with your weeping. Greif? I can only doubt. You could never belong to me, but you played with the fire. Played the God, the Lord. Played me like a puppet, like the fool I am. I was.

Emotions run deep through my broken vessels. Replaces the blood that has gone astray. A bitter understanding, a hatred, a similar passion to your own. But the love still shines brightest from my severed chest, illuminates all and everything. Most of me wishes no harm upon you, and some of me wants to get up and slice your neck with my pen knife. But you were quicker on the draw. Now I am dead. I hear the impending call of the netherworld, the beautiful and entrancing voice of God, the silent and suggestive whispers of Satan.

You finish the tears. Take your arms from around me on the bed. Your ever so beautiful body is even prettier covered in my life’s fluid, and your own grief. You stand up. Pick up the gun, sit on the edge of the bed, look at my bloodstained face. Your eyes close. I want to stop you, but I cannot. Blood in your blonde hair, the hair that I loved to touch. Tears on the face, the face that launched my heart towards yours. "Don’t do it" I whisper. You do not hear. Point it at your head. Your eyes are so tightly closed that your face begins to screw up. A quiver of an emotion, fear, passion, love appears on your lower lip, the upper one remaining stiff and strong. Whimper. Bang.
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Friday, February 27th 2009

2:31 AM

ahaaay!
world war 3 nah!!!


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