artist/band: The Civil Wars
telly on: on everything Josh Hutcherson
soundtrack: Summer House - Gold Motel
flick: Breakfast at Tiffany's (1961)
book: Star Girl - Jerry Spinelli


"The fool looks at a finger that points to the sky."

- Amelie





You know I love you, don't be a fool.

Kira de Ocampo. Singer-Songwriter. Creative Writing student in UP Diliman. I am basically a grandma inside a 21-year-old body.



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This is an excuse slip presented by a student which was written by her rather.. emotional mom. NOTE : Not real. Niko and I just came up with it for fun. Wootwoot!! :))

Dear Ms. Takas:

Please (if it is indeed possible) excuse my somber daughter for being unexplicably absent for the past few days due to HEARTBREAK CATASTROPHE. She has been experiencing total wreck and paranoia, since her significant other wanted to depart unaccepted ways with her. This specific event crushed (and is as now) her heart, causing much damage and inequities in her, ever so gushing out blood and deteriorating sane.

I do not know at all what to do. I would stare blankly at her, as she keep on stating that she wants to jump over a tower, to end this bias nightmare and to forget she ever lives again. Much tears spurted out her eyes, but still not enough to fill the emptiness she feels inside, begging for sympathetic mercy.

It was all too much. I could not bear it. She could not bear it. Why is this happening? Why? Why? Why?

Anyhow, I think she is pretending to be fine now. (If pretending can do any better to conclude to rather poignant sorrow-slash-misery bussiness.)

Pleading for your kind consideration. Thank you.

Bleeding inside,

Mother.

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I wrote this last two years ago, and I found it hidden in far-end archives from my former blog, Name on the Wall. It's about one of the tragedies of me and my family's life. The day we lost our Uncle. On Hearts' Day.

Rest in peace,

Uncle Alex "Chico"Concepcion

Nov 14, 1962 - Feb 14, 2005

We will miss you so much, but we know you're already in God's Hands right now.

"Well done, good and faithful servant!"

Tito (uncle in english) Chico has always been a very kind uncle. I remember the nicest thing he ever did to me was when i was around 6. Because I have this really huge wound on my knee, I can't walk. So he carried me in order for me to. he would also call me up whenever one of my favorite musicians are featured on tv and tell me, "Kira, open the tv on channel ___, ______ is there."

It was true that Tito was a symbol of pure love. all he wanted to do was to be with my grandparents and take care of them. he never bothered to get married just to take care of them. he also just wanted us to stay together, and he would call us up to have a gathering everytime someone would celebrate his or her birthday. he would also leave a message on our answering machine telling the birthday celebrant "happy birthday".

He would even eat the fat on my barbeque. It's something I really won't do, ever, but those were on of my memories.

Yeah, I'll really miss the big guy who sits around there at the round table, holding his ear, and asking us for a bless. He would go "O, bless muna..." (that's in filipino, dudes, sorry, I can't translate it right now). Now there's no one who would do the same when we'll come to visit our granparent's house.

We love our Tito Chico, but we took his presence for granted. It was something really so bad. "Marami kaming pagkukulang kay Chico," my mom said, telling everyone who came to the chapel.

It was all like a weird dream. It's as if it wasn't real. But it was. My tito Chico died that morning last Feb 14, 2005. It was really a shcoking news for all of us.

It was a short life. 42, right? Yes, 42. It was hard letting go of our uncle, but if it is already his time, it's already his time. We know he's already in God's heaven and how perfect he is right now. No sickness will bother him, no worries. I'm sure he's happy up there.

"You will always be a special part of us... You will always be a special memory... We'll remember you, wherever we may be..."

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So today, it was the first time ever in our ever history of staying and the so called "studying" at St. Paul University QC, that WE, all students of Sir Chris in English 01, actually HEARD HIM, ( he himself, mate ) SPEAK TAGALOG.

I guess being the English teacher, he urged himself to speak English, like, .. all the frickin time. And it just SHOCKED us that he uttered and we heard indeed three.. simple.. Tagalog.. words.

"Ha? Ano yun?"

And then went back speaking English again. Until noses bled.

So frickin.. weird, man. So weird. :))

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Okay, so Ninia just tagged me. My turn. :d

* each blogger starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
* bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
* at the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
* don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.

*DRUM ROLL PLEASE!*

1. I'm a CHRISTIAN. :D

2. I was a crazy obsessed (harsh, indeed!) Hanson fan--no, addict. Infact, the Hanson brothers (Ike, Tay, and *insert scream here* ZACKY!) were, like, a huge obsession to me. LOL. I still like them today, but.. erm... maybe not as I did before. :))

3. I DON'T DO DANCING. [GITARA NA LANG, ANO? haha.] I think people know this one now, but mahn. Dancing is really NOT MOI. Well.. I admit. I USED to dance. But NOT, like, ANYMORE. :))

4. I suck at SPORTS. Erm.. I used to do Taekwondo, but, LOL, that was the time I was "SOUL SEARCHING". :D

5. I'm moody. I get easily frustrated at things. 'Nuff Said. Rar.

6. I CrushCrushCrush: ELY BUENDIA! *insert scream*, MONG ALCARAZ, DIEGO MAPA, DRAKE BELL, LIAM AIKEN, SEAN FLYNN (people are like, who in the world is that? You know. Chase from Nininickelodeon? LOL), and JOHN LENNON (haha. uhm.. except that he's gone now.)

7. I started playing the guitar at 11. Write songs at 9. And think REAL weird at 13. :))

8. My favorite color is YELLOW. Why? Because people actually HATE yellow.

Uhm. So. There you have it. LOL.

I now tag : Uhm.. I don't know right now whom to tag, but if I do, I'll let you know. :))

Ka-ching!! :D

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You're a haunting memory i can not seem to remember to forget. How can I? When your face storms my mind, forever alloting a simple, irrefutable curse? When your voice is what I mysteriously long to headplug? When my heart pounds with every blood rushing through yours?

You're impossible. So impossible.

I wonder why the little thought of you, as much as I hopelessly wish to forget, only ruins everything?

Then again, why must I? When your innocent laugh is a permanent ringtone in my head? When your hand is all I can cling to at Saturday night bottomless Pit of despair? When the echo of your footsteps triggers my heart to beat ever so violently, much in outrage, yet in a weird, consoling kind of way?

You see? You're impossible. Too much impossible.

Stop haunting me. Just, please, leave me alone. And don't ever let me see you again. Because I don't. Ironically speaking, perhaps, but if you do, I'll drown this heartfall to its end.

You know why?

Because you're impossible. Undeniably impossible.

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Staring at a glass of water, I sighed heavily, my eyes sinking, drenched out of pondering thoughts to judge whether it was half-empty or half-full. After a few attempts of undeniable guessing, I then decided that I couldn't care any less. Needless to say how BORING and how POINTLESS it was to stare at its transparent tranquility, and the circle it forms on top--shaking ever almost unsteadily as one puts himself (or, argh, herself) near it.

To entertain my dramatic, devastating boredom, my "hopeless" meter rose again to its point of wanting to drown something--anything.

Will he be there? Questions yet poured inside my innocent mind for again. I do not at all exactly know.

After all, his interest is dead zero on me. It was just too incomprehensibly impossible to even think about it. And it sucks. Too bad.

Lightning struck me. And that was when I then realized something.

As I sit here blankly with this blank of blankness glass infront of me, exerting "zero degrees Fahrenheit" friggin' care about it, likewise does he. That is, not about the blank glass. But about the blank "me".

I mean, who must I be joshing anyhow? He doesn't even know "blank me". Perhaps, worse, even tends to forget my "blank name". What more for him to notice?

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I, in my utmost freakishness, therefore declare this confession for it is a difficult intention to conceal it in my own being.

I have a crush on my English Prof.

There you have it. How freaky is that? Rar. Lol. :))

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I'm sad. And I don't know why. I really don't. Oh Well.

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i woke up this morning just like the way i start my average every WEIRD day, and i forgot that today's my birthday.

maybe i intentionally have forgotten it (I DON'T WANT TO BE 17! NOOO!!), or maybe this awkward, sickly feeling of me getting a year older made me forget it. EITHER WAY, it's my birthday and i'm not that old enough to forget it (coz that just sucks hahah), so i have no chance of finding my way out.

and whether the weather is not for the weather (whatever THAT means), i've grown a year older. (gosh, that rhymes).

even if i'm not a "super sweet sixteen" anymore, i'd like to thank GOD for his LOVE and mercy and guidance and wisdom and courage that he showered upon me all these 17 years to survive all the chapters that he wrote in my life. some are done. some are still on it's way to the climax. and some, yet to be revealed.

i thank GOD for giving me such a wonderful family. with loving parents (thanks mom and dad) and partly-charming, partly-annoying sibs (thanks guys).

i thank GOD that he has given me security, and friends (thanks thanks thanks fellas!), and that he has saved me from my sins.

i thank GOD for being my BEST-EST friend in the whole wide world.

and most of all, i thank GOD for loving me soooooo much.

i therefore declare that i shall kick off this year with a new heart. a new song. and a new me.

but the question is, will i FINALLY feel like 17? ..nah, doesn't matter. :))

lovelights,

keira.*

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the dance : crushcrushcrush - paramore


i didn't go to school today. i didn't go to school today. i didn't go to school today.


why? why? why?


'cozzzzzzzzzz... i'm sick. arggh. what could be more horrible than lying in bed all day ( which i'm obviously NOT doing ), and suffering cough and colds, torturing you not to breathe?? not to mention, missing lessons ( and modulars. darn modulars! ) in school ( okay that sounded dorky) and having to catch up with your classmates because midterms are coming? ( gasp? )


NOTHINGNOTHINGNOTHING.


except if you're not really sick, and it's not a sickness you're sick of. which is, you're sick of schoolwork or you actually WISHED to be sick in a way that you're sickly feeling this sick, and not.. uhm.. whatever that means. anyway, THE POINT IS, i didn't wish to BE sick ( unlike.. ), i really didn't.


pressure is, like rising. and the real college battle between students and the pursuit to survive profs, homework, and nasty girls is on its way to torture freshmen novices, like me. next thing i know, it's temperature.


am i just gonna lie down and wait for profs to fail me? NO. am i just gonna relax and wait til they dump homework on me without DOING anything. NO. am i just gonna watch mean college girls bring me down. uhmm.. NO?


unfortunately, i'm sick.


coughcoughcough? sniffsniffsniff?


uhmm.. i don't really think i know what i'm babbling about right now. maybe because i'm.. SICK.



i'll never say the world sick ever ever again,
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