tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84953572011-12-15T10:56:52.204+08:00something so natural for us to do but so often we forget doing... breathe... when life seems to overpower you... just breathe...milbenskinoreply@blogger.comBlogger931100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1170773657377255602006-12-31T23:59:00.000+08:002007-02-06T22:56:43.906+08:00

breathe 2006 is over. now, it's time to breathe 2007.please update your links. better yet, use settled?breathe with me.

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1166928021543132032006-12-24T10:13:00.000+08:002006-12-24T10:47:38.730+08:00

My Christmas is going to be quite different.It's uncommon partly because I wanted it to and because circumstances forced me to have it this way.The decors are not as festive as before.The carols hum the tunes of the season of Lent instead of Advent.The rush seems like a blur andeverything else appears dull.But, surprisingly, Christmas means so much more to me now-- Now that the times are most

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1166018756422818982006-12-13T20:39:00.000+08:002006-12-13T22:36:24.746+08:00

the water meets the coffee groundand time lets them brew;it allows the exquisite bitter and essential oils to meld in harmony.the plunger is dropped;pushing everything there is against a mesh.the result-- a smack of tranquility.truly, a coffee experience!and just like the coffee press,i hope i helped bring out the best in you.consume forthwith lest a distasteful produce;let out a sigh and be

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1165420849005386112006-12-06T23:39:00.000+08:002006-12-07T00:00:49.016+08:00

3 musketeers aren't as sweet as beforeand espresso isn't bitter enough.breathing makes you choke more.so, is there another way to uplift the spirit?

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1165334733255207902006-12-05T22:48:00.000+08:002006-12-06T00:05:33.300+08:00

i have been living a life,of triumphs and defeats;of scarcity and abundance;of sorrows and joys;of laughter and tears;but all these aren't mine.it's quite tiresome,to exude strength despite frustrations;to nod approval when everyone says "no, you can't";to shush the booing crowd behind your back;to listen to the litany of rants;all of which i solely shared to me.is this losing oneself in others?

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1164814412114203322006-11-29T23:18:00.000+08:002006-11-29T23:48:20.900+08:00

makes me want to dive and swim to the other side. it'll just be me and nature.

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1164513033595167512006-11-26T11:36:00.000+08:002006-11-26T11:50:33.610+08:00

Sa bawat haplos ng banayad na lawiswismaging sa hampas ng nagngangalit na alon,mahabang panahon ang inilaansa masusing paglilok ng kalikasan.Kahit tila sapat at husto naay tuloy pa rin ang paghulma.

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1164193124152859572006-11-22T17:24:00.000+08:002006-11-22T18:58:45.470+08:00

CREATE MESSAGELet it be known that the world, in God's time, will be His New Kingdom.With that, is it, i.e. opting to be with the worldly rather than with the faithful, a betrayal of the Christian's great commission? Doesn't it intensify the need for us to be in the fields than in the confines of the church? Isn't it too that we have our own fields to sow, meaning not everyone is called to church

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1163960756591636612006-11-20T00:57:00.000+08:002006-11-20T02:25:56.736+08:00

Age bursts the bubble of excitement in celebrating birthdays. As one grows older, that thin sheet of liquid expands until it can no longer contain that growing mass of awakening inside.Definitely, my 24th was undoubtedly different. No parties. No gifts. No cakes. No balloons. No hype. After college, changes are more apparent. Some greetings arrive either a day early or a day late. I remember how

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1163429047840156782006-11-13T21:48:00.000+08:002006-11-13T22:44:07.963+08:00

bago ang lahat, isang malalim na buntong-hininga... at dahil blog ko ito, let me indulge in my ranting and raving.my first semester still haunts me (credit it to my unfinished strategic plan) but the grades I got from my two other subjects encourage me to do better this second sem. survival is my basic goal the next six months as I go full-time student with 12 units. Almost everyone tells me that

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1162907870817556782006-11-07T21:12:00.000+08:002006-11-07T21:57:50.830+08:00

This entry should have been posted on September 28, 2006.Though it may seem that it is not special due to this late post, in 2004, the same day as Suzi Malayang's bday, BREATHE breathed for the first time.Fast Forward to this year... 09-28-2006The Philippines had an unwelcome guest, Milenyo.And because of his fury, the breathing stopped;to fortunate some, it was a brief rest;to blessed few, it

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1161958770039213012006-10-27T21:33:00.000+08:002006-10-27T22:31:36.540+08:00

Close your eyes and reminisce...Hum the song that hits you right in your heartand picture the sun as it paints the canvas sky;dance as the ripples of the ocean swayand just blend in with the grains of sand,losing oneself, for once, and be ordinary.Consume all the sickening airand with one big gulp, swallow the unreasonable fearthat blocks all senses to move forward.Shun the suspicious whispers

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1160624791932976862006-10-12T11:22:00.000+08:002006-10-12T11:57:10.960+08:00

Una sa lahat, kahit hindi mo ito nababasa, Happy 26th Birthday, Ate! Sana buhusan ka pa ng Diyos ng mas marami pang biyaya! At sana ay umapaw ang mga biyayang iyan sa akin nang maramdaman ko rin ang pagpapala ng Maykapal. HahaOkay! Here's the situation. I have to pass the strategic plan and vision management study for Sta. Cecilia Parochial School this Friday and I haven't started it yet. It has

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1159542503518124052006-09-29T22:36:00.000+08:002006-09-29T23:26:01.990+08:00

nasaan na ang TALIM ng iyong titig?pinapurol ba ng pagkababad sa alat ng luhang di pumatak?nasaan na ang TIKAS ng iyong tindig?ulo'y nakayuko; pati bunbunan mo'y pilit nagtatago.nasaan ang HAGUPIT ng iyong salita?nilunok na sumpa'y tinunaw ang kapal ng iyong apog.nasaan ang iyong kinabukasan?puso mong nabubulok-- balot ng takot at pagkabalisa,puso mong salat at walang ibang kakapitan,ay ang

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1158676428446028652006-09-19T22:05:00.000+08:002006-09-23T16:47:12.760+08:00

It has only been a while since I started using Carolina (Honda Civic LXI) but we already have quite a number of our own collection of mishaps.Story 1: One summer night while turning to Quezon Avenue from EDSA north bound, I took the inner lane because vehicles were piling on the outer lane. Suddenly, a traffic enforcer apprehended me for ignoring traffic signs, i.e. lane for PUVs only. Honestly,

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1158170501614539562006-09-14T01:50:00.000+08:002006-09-14T02:01:41.616+08:00

Contrary to the circulating emails, Maya Angelou is not the author of "I am a Christian".The one I have on this site is a revised version by an unknown. The original is attributed to Carol Wimmer.

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1158168107517424662006-09-13T22:18:00.000+08:002006-09-14T01:21:47.533+08:00

The Master's classes I'm currently finishing have given me great balance and firm foundation for my course Educational Administration.EDAD 211 (Organization and Management of Educational Institutions) has given me the opportunity to manage a group of dynamic professionals as the class representative-- having been assigned by default as the youngest. The rationale was "Start 'em (managers) young.

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1156432811558992152006-08-24T22:46:00.000+08:002006-08-24T23:20:11.576+08:00

courtesy of http://disneypics.comnot the dog but the astronomical objectNew York TimesUSA TODAY

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1155783947406231102006-08-17T11:01:00.000+08:002006-08-19T06:50:06.946+08:00

Close your eyesand find radiance not darkness.Let the light melt your heartof anger and fear.Flow with the stream of righteousness.Swirl, turn, fly,and reach for the comfort of the cottony clouds.Now, rest your weary soul.Let the breathing stop,the beating cease.

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1154679007316895392006-08-04T15:13:00.000+08:002006-08-04T16:12:50.180+08:00

why does the wind just breeze through,and the star twinkles but does not glare?yet the grass survives uprooting,then, pursues to monopolize the field.-taken from MY chocolate factory's "bittersweet happiness"

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1154006638124232382006-07-27T21:22:00.000+08:002006-07-27T21:23:58.146+08:00

what's with the mood swing?last night, i was hopeful and encouraged.but now, im lost for an unknown reason.i ask again, 'why?'there's this urge to fly or just float into nothingness--where the breeze and i are alone,humming, feeling, caressing my soul.i need to find that place--a date with the full moon and dancing stars by the stillness of the emerald lake,sipping a cup of Starbucks' white

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1153923509459427982006-07-26T21:34:00.000+08:002006-07-26T22:24:41.790+08:00

After the stressful week of perusing through books and squeezing something out of them to concoct an analysis, my body gave in to flu. But thanks to Bioflu and Bactidol, it didn't get any worse than fever, sore throat, and body ache.Anyhow, I'm spending time with the 'experienced' with my post grad classes and the 'youthful' ones with the training I am in right now. It's great to be exposed to

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1152725741662689322006-07-13T00:55:00.000+08:002006-07-13T01:35:41.766+08:00

Es la una menos ocho minutos del trece de julio de dos mil seis.I should have burned Machiavelli's pamphlet three days ago but still here I am, desperately trying to reach the minimum required number of pages of my critique. The dreaded number is just three. Pathetic!What is it really with numbers when not everyone needs quite a number of words to express their thoughts?! I, myself- a news writer

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1152277565592358622006-07-07T20:47:00.000+08:002006-07-07T21:10:49.213+08:00

I should be finishing "The Prince" by Niccolo Machiavelli but I opted to hit some tiles to tell tales. I have been itching to blog not for anyone else but for myself. Maybe, I just need to talk to ME.I've been really busy with my Masters classes. Each class has readings and reports due next meeting. Doing all these but mostly worrying how to fit all these tasks into 24 hours drive me crazy. I

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1150427170100163102006-06-16T10:39:00.000+08:002006-06-16T11:17:16.916+08:00

Parang ganito ang nangyari, engaged na tayo nung Abril at dapat kasal natin kahapon. Ilang linggo bago ang kasal, wala akong balitang narinig sa iyo-- may telepono naman o di kaya'y text.Bisperas ng takdang araw, eto ka't iniiwan ako sa ere, ipino-proxy ang kapatid mong nasa probinsya. Sabi mo, siya ang haharap sa akin sa altar. Ako naman si tanga, nag-aabang sa altar kinabukasan, antay ang

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1149169481390708152006-06-01T20:15:00.000+08:002006-06-01T21:44:41.466+08:00

Gitara1999. A la una nang madaling araw. Tayo ang magkaniig sabay sa oyaying hinabi ng ating mga kwerdas. Di alintana ang mga patagong taingang nakikinig at mga pusong nakikiawit.Gabay ang songhits na nagbinyag ng bagong titik sa kanta.Di bale na, magkasingtunog din naman.Radyo2006. A las ocho y media nang umaga.Sa silid na puno ng alaalang inalikabok at inagiw,mga panauhing pangdangal ko sina

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1148955993362008322006-05-30T10:07:00.000+08:002006-05-30T10:26:33.473+08:00

Know who is on your side.Will he give you pain?Never doubt.Liberate from sorrow.I'm always on your sideand I know you're on mine.

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My body is aching from playing volleyball after months of sedentary living. I would have not come if it were not for Jiggy's despedida Vnyt (term coined by UPVC for volleyball games held at night). Surprisingly, i played a relatively good game for someone who has not practiced for so long. Watching Shakey's Vleague must have paid off.***Yesterday, I watched X-Men III the Last Stand. The mutant's

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1148308916251397532006-05-22T21:43:00.000+08:002006-05-22T22:54:43.276+08:00

Dan Brown's book "The Da Vinci Code" and its movie adaptation by Ron Howard and Akiva Goldsman are fiction as claimed by the author. Wikipedia defines the term fiction as "storytelling of imagined events". However, Brown has intricately sewn the story with the "facts" (ex. Holy Grail). These so called facts have attracted much attention from readers and moviegoers alike due to the subject's

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1147161014585818172006-05-09T15:15:00.000+08:002006-05-11T16:25:09.016+08:00

photo from hancinema.netThis is not about "Jewel in the Palace". Lady Choi just reminds me of a Filipina veteran volleyball player and that is Amelia "Amy" Guangco.I have this renewed respect for her as a player when I saw her latest game playing as team captain for the PCU Dolphins against their NCAA archrival San Sebastian Lady Stags. She displayed much composure and experience despite fatigue

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1146316656594062902006-04-29T21:13:00.000+08:002006-04-29T21:17:36.603+08:00

Bakit ba sa tuwing papalabas na ako ng kotse eh tsaka pa siya pinatutugtog? Lalo tuloy ako nale-late sa mga appointments.by LemarWhat if I took my time to love you?What if I put no one above you?What if I did the thingsThat really mattered?What if I ran throughHoops of disaster?No one would care ifWe never made itWe're in this aloneSo why don't we face itThere is no room toBlame one anotherWe

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1146106115921401542006-04-27T10:42:00.000+08:002006-04-27T10:48:35.930+08:00

HAPPINESS is a journey, not a destination.DANCE as though no one is watching you.LOVE as though you have never been hurt before.SING as though no one can hear you.LIVE as though heaven is on earth.-attributed to Father Alfred d'Souza

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1144950442462468112006-04-13T00:57:00.000+08:002006-04-15T00:16:11.636+08:00

Yes, RENT is here in the Philippines! Exclusively shown at the Ayala Cinemas (tel. 729-7777)After watching this film, Moulin Rouge slides to the second spot of my fave flicks list while this broadway original-turn-movie musical grabs the peak of my chart! Hope the Philippine production of RENT would have a restaging soon cause I sure do want to be a part of it! HAHANow, "Seasons of Love" makes

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1142846323001251582006-03-20T17:03:00.000+08:002006-03-20T17:31:13.086+08:00

Trust a friend or a lover but most importantly, trust yourself.Believe that you can win every battle.Hear not the skeptical whisper of the wind Nor entertain even a pinch of instinctive doubtCause once you give in to any of these a fatal avalanche awaits to bury you alive anytime.Guard your heart before anyone tries at piercing your integrity.They may be poisoned by false beliefs

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1142569681619807042006-03-17T12:26:00.000+08:002006-03-17T12:30:19.083+08:00

1 "If you will return, O Israel, return to me," declares the LORD. "If you put your detestable idols out of my sight and no longer go astray, 2 and if in a truthful, just and righteous way you swear, 'As surely as the LORD lives,' then the nations will be blessed by him and in him they will glory." 3 This is what the LORD says to the men of Judah and to

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1142399686317576472006-03-15T13:14:00.000+08:002006-03-15T13:14:46.316+08:00

There's a good way to know yourself as others view you.Try the JOHARI window.You might want to check mine as well.

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1142399550910161242006-03-14T00:12:00.000+08:002006-04-14T23:52:59.420+08:00

You First Believedby HokuHow many times did I prayYou`d find meHow many wishes on a starGazing off into the darkDreaming I`d see your faceSafe at home unafraidCaptured in your embraceSo many timesWhen my heart was brokenVisions of youWould keep me strongYou were with me all alongGuiding my every stepYou are all that I amAnd I`ll never forgetIt was you who first believedIn all that I was made to

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1141374397315252382006-03-03T15:47:00.000+08:002006-03-03T16:32:50.576+08:00

I watched last night the gala premiere of bluerep's version of Sweet Charity at the intimate Rizal Mini Theatre. I really had no idea of the play except the fact that it was a musical.Starring the play was Ms. Angela Primavera, most probably related to a churchmate (UP CRL) Karlo since I saw him there watching from the VIP seats. Anyhow, the play started quite shaky but it picked up its momentum

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1140525982582613782006-02-21T20:28:00.000+08:002006-02-21T20:46:22.636+08:00

I have broken so many hearts...It's really difficult to feel the whip of disappointment directly from the tree to its rotten fruit.The decaying fruit falls into the ground being devoured by scavengers. Now, it is naked of everything but the soft shell that protects it. The insides try to break free and cling further down into the ground wishing that someday it will be a better tree-- not to boast

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1139713988054567442006-02-12T11:05:00.000+08:002006-02-12T11:13:08.086+08:00

by bad english (D.Warren)Sometimes I wonderIf I'd ever make it throughThrough this worldwithout having in youI just wouldn't have a clueCause sometimes it seemsLike this world's closing in on meAnd there's no way of breaking freeAnd then I see you reach for meSometimes I wanna give upWanna give inI wanna quit the fightAnd then I see you babyAnd everything's alrightEverything's alrightWhen I see

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1139710573483331912006-02-12T09:43:00.000+08:002006-02-12T10:31:41.796+08:00

Dalawang buwan na kami at unang beses naming i-cecelebrate and Valentine's Day!Paano kami nagsimula?Huling linggo ng Nobyembre nakaraang taon nang magpasya akong ligawan siya. Gumamit ako nang matinding pambobola at mabubulaklak na salita para lamang marinig ang matamis niyang "OO". Matapos ang isang linggo, naging opisyal kaming mag- "ON".Naging malambing ang aming pagsasama. Halos gabi-gabi ang

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1137292717087767492006-01-15T09:42:00.000+08:002006-01-15T10:44:16.636+08:00

After the longest time of wanting to be a normal net surfer, finally i had the chance today of going online without any form of supression like an access control or firewall!I got to check the "basics" (in my own definition and premise) of my "digital self"-- my yahoo mail, friendster, and my blog's tag-board. To my dismay, not much is happening. It seems less and less friends are blogging with

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1134976698944990302005-12-19T14:52:00.000+08:002005-12-19T15:18:18.983+08:00

A good gauge to determine if you are enjoying what you're doing is if you miss out on things that you have been doing before-- like my blog.My decision to work where i'm currently at is a leap of faith and things have been miraculously going my way after that. I have no one to give thanks but God! He blesses me with small gifts everyday and like a child i open them with an expectant heart. It is

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1132256029139466572005-11-18T03:25:00.000+08:002005-11-18T03:33:49.140+08:00

SUGAL ang talinhaga ng metapora ng aking buhay. Mga pagkakataong ang sarili mismo ang itataya nang walang kasiguruhang kapalit. At dahil mas madalas ang talo samantalang madulas ang panalo, mapipilitang ituloy ang laban sa laro na ang tanging alituntunin ay "WALANG SUSUKO". Nananalig ako na dadapo rin ang mailap na 'swerte'.Life is a GAMBLE. But in my world, no luck nor omen exists. Despite the

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1132255023532661152005-11-17T10:31:00.000+08:002005-11-18T03:17:03.600+08:00

LAPIDAAng lupang nilagpakan ba'ysagana sa patabang aayudasa aking pagsibol oisa itong kumunoy na unti-unting magbabaonsa lalim ng anim na talampakang alabok?MADUMING JEREMIADAt dahil sa walang habas mongingudngod sa aking pagmumukhana ang paligid ko'y nabubulok,ako ay naniwala't naghapis.Di mo batid na matagal ko nang napagtantona ang kalagayan ko ay tae.Pinilit kong pabanguhinsubalit

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1129047416976662682005-10-11T23:54:00.000+08:002005-10-12T00:16:57.036+08:00

I'm cruising on this lake of tranquil emerald water. The breath-taking limestone boulders decorated with patches of vegetation stand gallantly on opposite sides. The shout of silence and warmth of the biting cold accompany me as I stay afloat.But no matter how serene and refreshing this niche is, i still tremble at the mere thought of things unknown-- what lies beneath and what lurks in the

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1127914433002002872005-09-28T21:30:00.000+08:002005-09-28T21:33:53.010+08:00

Cheers to "BREATHE"!Happy first anniversary!To my regular readers, thanks for inhaling my breath!

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1127815304580042122005-09-27T17:56:00.000+08:002005-09-27T18:01:44.593+08:00

LITOpagtingin sa langit, di mo batid kung bukang-liwayway ba o dapit-hapon naBALISAdi alam ang gagawin dahil trabajo ay walaTORETEang bukas kaya'y tulad din ng ngayon-- BOKYA?

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1124439586386626392005-08-19T16:10:00.000+08:002005-08-19T16:19:46.396+08:00

a dreamer with no dreamsabled to see but without vision,a tiring maze of labyrinth lifefacing dead-end one after the other,finally, losing one's self in nature's flow.the agitation that status quo bringsawakens the dead spirit.from ashes the phoenix shall ablaze,flap thy flaming wings,leaving burnt traces to my destiny fulfilled.

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1124440138820917932005-08-18T23:12:00.000+08:002005-08-19T16:28:58.820+08:00

clouds kissing the ground carpeted with colorful flowersas the cherubs playfully chase the dancing butterflies.the air is as fresh as the morning dewsweet delicate bouquet of cosmic tranquility;embracing me, comforting me, consuming my totality.the choir of angels unceasingly echoes praises to Your Name.i raise my hands in awe of Your Majesty;the solar star seems darkness compared to your radiant

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1124095743386164062005-08-15T16:45:00.000+08:002005-08-15T16:49:03.393+08:00

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ISAIAH 40:27-31Why do you say, O Jacob, and complain, O Israel, "My way is hidden from the LORD; my cause is disregarded by my God"?Do you not know? Have you not heard? The LORD is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom.He gives strength to the weary and increases

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1121518808456991552005-07-16T20:41:00.000+08:002005-07-16T21:11:07.516+08:00

NIYEBEKay aga ng hanging amihan sa niyebeng bitbit nito ngayong Hulyo.Di sapat ang kumot ng Iloko sa lamig ng iyong ihip.Ginising ako sa panaginip na lumalason sa realidad--iba na ang kanyang tingin, ang mga salita, at pintig ng puso. Iba na siya.HARDIN NG ROSASAng mga luhang nagdilig sa hardin,kung hindi man sapat na payabungin muli ang tuyot na rosasay mabisang panglanggas naman sa natinik kong

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1121232310898536992005-07-13T13:21:00.000+08:002005-07-13T13:28:42.490+08:00

old faces have their stories--of sad discoveries,of joyful road trips.foggy images narrate vividly your dreams.silence speaks more than spontaneous words shot at bullet speed.all these give hopethat one day i'll have a story to tell--of new adventures,of triumphant feats,and of faithful living.

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i dream of fallen leaves rising, crowning the tree...........withered flowers blooming in their full glory...........cumulus, nimbus melt as the sun rises from west to east.i see a weakened heart beating,yearning, and loving...........collapsed lungs expanding, exhaling, and breathing.i close the book then turn back the pages, skip the tragedies,

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1118739863280721672005-06-14T17:03:00.000+08:002005-06-16T16:40:24.250+08:00

1. what's the dream play/musical you'd like to be in?i like children's musicals. Peter Pan, I guess. I would certainly love to try flying!2. name five people you wouldn't mind being stuck in an island with (real or fictional) Pinnochio (and his pink thongs)Sound of Music's Maria Lisa KudrowOprahToni Gonzaga3. what do you think is your best talent? to look innocent4. if you could invent gadgets

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1118135282753286852005-06-07T16:32:00.000+08:002005-06-07T17:08:02.760+08:00

Thanks for the rain! Though it reveals to me the unconspicuous wounds, it never fails to comfort me these days of seclusion. The latest account of myself just betrayed personal hopes and dreams. I am being stripped of the things and the people, which and whom I have learned to sap security from. I am losing much and i won't be surprised if one day i would say to myself "i have nothing". But truly

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1117439074321175152005-05-30T15:34:00.000+08:002005-05-30T15:44:34.403+08:00

ang naka-ambang pagkapawi ng uhaw ng lupa'ynagdadala ng pangungulila sa kamusmusanang pagsabak sa tubig na pukol ng langit noonay di ko alintanang ito'y malupig akomistulang nagapi sa hitsurang tila basang sisiwdatapwat sa kaloob-looban, ako ay tunay na wagi.sa panandaliang pagtila nito'ykaakibat ko ang pag-asa--pag-asang dala ng samyo ng mundong bagong dilig.Tara! Maligo tayo sa ulan.

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1116651323431487842005-05-21T12:39:00.000+08:002005-05-30T16:32:15.103+08:00

Nagsimula ang aking araw na pangkaraniwan-- taklob ng mga ulap ang langit bagamat dama ko pa rin ang init na kumakapit sa aking balat, hinihigop ang pawis sa aking katawan.Tahimik ang lahat. Walang mga huni ng ibon. Ni ang mga batang kadalasa'y maiingay na naglalaro'y tila naging mga pilay at pipi.Nakabibinging katahimikan.Katahimikang unti-unting binabasag ng papalakas na kabog ng aking dibdib.

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1115128059598872832005-05-03T21:41:00.000+08:002005-05-30T16:32:33.210+08:00

He gives...Epochs have I waited for the soul who lifts me up,the soul who can dissolve all thorns stabbed into my heart,the soul who can bring light to a dark and gloomy day,the soul who encourages me to wake up and cease not to pray,the soul who teaches me that love is real-it transcends all boundaries, indeed!Pure joy and zeal for life this soul brings.It is love; nothing lovelier than it is!..

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i despise myself for letting the cancer consume me with such great intensity.the pain it caused and still bringswrecks my being,pounds on my very core.i retaliate with my teeth and fists clenched;trying to control this rage.but this hate, i could no longer bear--a stumbling block to my faith,draws out buckets of tears of defeatlike rusty metal chains that wring my bleeding neckhow heavy and

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tinais na dulong * tatlong gasera * adobong pugita * pritong dalagambukid * sulat * guhit * gupit * batang makukulit * "Sir" * "Madam" * meriendang kamote * ginataang monggo * nilagang tandang * asul na dagat * puting buhangin * starfish * sea urchin * daliring natinik * signal ng SMART * madilim na gabi * ningning ng bituin * sumisipat na buwan * huni ng kuliglig * dalagang umiihi sa tabi-tabi *

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I don't exactly know why we call this day 'GOOD'. Most (including me) may say that this day is boring-- malls are closed, TV stations are signed off (if not broadcasting a so-so Pinoy pelicula or running a marathon of a foreign tv series), and everybody just feels like sleeping. I don't agree that it's GOOD.As the Christian community remembers the day when the greatest love was sacrificed, the

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1110797743418091112005-03-14T18:48:00.000+08:002005-03-14T19:00:38.143+08:00

Sa iyong masayang paglalakbay_________________Sa himpapawid ng buhayKasama mo akong umangat, sumadsad_________________Minsa'y kontento lang sa katahimikan ng pag-imbabawDi ako ang una, di rin ang huli_________________Sasapit din ang araw na kailangang ipasa ang pisiTanong sa dati ri'y mahigpit ang kapit"Paano ba magparaya? _________________Kailan dapat bumitiw?"(Ipikit ang mga mata't huminga ng

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1110209383064020932005-03-07T23:21:00.000+08:002005-03-07T23:29:43.066+08:00

I am as if in some emotional dyspepsia. It puzzles me more as to which might have caused such discomfort when I have been numb, cold, and calloused all at the same time (so i thought). And as a natural reaction, I searched for ways to relieve the pain. However, I can't poop, fart, burp, or fart it out!When the large intestine munches on its smaller counterpart, isn't that ulcer? HAHA!inhale..

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1109124591065336742005-02-23T10:05:00.000+08:002005-02-23T10:14:49.620+08:00

1 How long, O LORD ? Will you forget me forever?How long will you hide your face from me?2 How long must I wrestle with my thoughtsand every day have sorrow in my heart?How long will my enemy triumph over me?3 Look on me and answer, O LORD my God.Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death;4 my enemy will say, "I have overcome him,"and my foes will rejoice when I fall.5 But I trust in your

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Yesterday, I ACCIDENTALLY ran over a cat in front of the UP Infirmary. It was quite disturbing to see through the rear-view mirror how that poor cat twitched and struggled in pain.Incidentally, the night before that, I was comparing myself to a cat.I was a kitten, enamored by a ball of yarn. I played with it for days, months, and then years.The enticing yarn strangled me for several times. With

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1108603227803914072005-02-17T08:35:00.000+08:002005-02-17T09:21:56.406+08:00

In this modern age when everything seems to be 'accepted' by the society, it comes to me as a shock that people still put genders on things like colors, names, jobs, and so much more... and in my case... flowers.As a child, I was brought up that blues are for little boys and pinks are for lil girls. Mechanic is a man's job while a caregiver is that of a woman. Maria is for manang and Mario is for

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1108396400635705242005-02-14T23:38:00.000+08:002005-02-16T19:13:33.566+08:00

I, a bitter twenty- plus SSB (Single Since Birth), dread the hype and attention that we, taken or not, give this day of sweet nothings. Having no one but myself to intimately spend the event with, I delight in reminiscing the old days-- the personalities-- the could have been's-- my "the one"-- and the torpe little me. Stupid acts triggered by my then so called "love" bring me now to endless

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1107340482267315002005-02-02T18:20:00.000+08:002005-02-02T18:34:42.266+08:00

I've been standing on the edge of the cliff for quite some time- long enough to be bored but too short to miss the comfort. My rest on this plateau bought me time to marvel on this great scenery of idealism. Since then, I have contemplated several times of jumping into this harsh reality- again, whatever that is. But when I jump, will I soar or will I fall? If I soar, where will I go? And if I

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1107250406110561292005-02-01T17:23:00.000+08:002005-02-01T17:33:26.110+08:00

I am a broken clay pot. Though I was glued back, I could still see the cracks and some holes as a result of unrecovered pieces.Now, the pot feels that the glue is quickly melting and its pieces disintegrating simultaneously.If I have collapsed completely, I think I don't want to be glued back. I prefer 'my' pieces be a part of some great mosaic. Whatever He wills...

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I just loaded a 30-day 24/7 card this morning then placed my phone at a strategic spot (on top of the tv stand as this was where the Sun Signal was strong). I did some finishing touches on my plate due 9 AM. I heard a message alert then rushed to bathe. I quickly changed my clothes, grabbed my things for school, and drove away.I was driving onto the first curb when I realized that I left my phone

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1107110984960261322005-01-30T02:27:00.000+08:002005-01-31T20:28:30.726+08:00

I was about to sleep after a long day's work and as I painted the sky, I saw from afar silhouettes climbing the tallest and grandest mountain. I could only see them having a hard time conquering those huge boulders, steep hills, thorny bushes, and pesty insects. My involuntary slumber prevented me to catch what happened next.***My night shift started. My friends joined my nightly vigil as some

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Something I wrote in September. It does not showcase what I presently feel. I just feel like sharing the story. Enjoy! ARAY! ARAY! Sikip naman ng yakap mo! Hindi ako makahinga! Hayan... mabuti't niluwagan mo nang kaunti... O, bakit??? Naku! Basa na naman ako... Tahan na... Lagi ka na lang ganito tuwing naiiwan kang mag- isa. Kagabi sa sinehan, tinopak ka raw... Hindi mo nakayanan ang

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1106098298677554522005-01-19T09:17:00.000+08:002005-01-19T09:31:38.676+08:00

I don't wanna be selfish.But my desire to be purely unselfish is pure selfishness.Remember: God provides.********************************************When you are walking His way, you'll experience peace that radiates all out.********************************************It's hard to live by the world's standards andit's harder to not compare my 'achievements'with those of the others.It's quite

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1104809753665576692005-01-04T11:28:00.000+08:002005-01-04T11:38:59.736+08:00

How do I live when I don't believe? Cancer cells spreading all over me--already on its terminal stage.I repeatedly bang my head on the wall to overpower the excruciating pain.The wall crumbles in disgust--refusing to be part of my stupidity. I want to live but how do I believe?

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Outside. Loud stereos bang. The sky changes from black to red- to yellow- to blue and green. Fire crackers, continuously pop-- sounding like heavy raindrops in a stormy July. A painful sarcasm. Inside my room. Zero decibel. Pitch-black darkness. Dirty clothes everywhere. My sobbing duets with the symphony of kwitis, five star, crying cow, sinturon ni hudas, etc. Green-eyed monster turns bitter.

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I gazed to the sky and found a star which shined so bright like a spotlight beaming on me. Then, I looked around and saw flashes of lights- blurred visions of faces. Some faces were familiar to me but some remained to be just faces. Nevertheless, they were all moving so rapidly that by simply watching them come from all directions made me nauseus.I extended my arm to the highway of lights as one

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"...Whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable- if anything is excellent or praiseworthy- think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me or seen in me- put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you...... I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation,

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For the past two weeks, I have suffered from spiritual anorexia. I forcefully denied myself of nutritious meals but thrived on leftover and junk food alone. Now, I think I have ulcer. Satan guffaws in victory but not too fast, cunning a**hole! The desire to eat and be fed has not left me. I must admit though that it felt good to be bad once again- even if it was only in thoughts. All those

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1102773571482579542004-12-11T21:25:00.000+08:002004-12-11T22:13:59.426+08:00

something I wrote before which perfectly captures what I am feeling right now... gloomy afternoon, september 26, 2004room 5, guesthouse UCCP C.D.O. Isang iglap, buhay ko'y nabalot ng kadiliman.Nalaman ko na lamang na ako'y piniringan atninakawan ng kakayanang sumipat ng kagandahan. Lumingon ako sa mga taong lumipas...tila wala akong narating, maliban sa bangin.Buhay kong walang saysay,

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Flashback: Before I started the trek anew, I have already gotten rid of the unnecessary baggage. I battled monsters. But I guess, as soon as I cleared some space, it was immediately filled up by new issues (or the old ones just mutated into something else). Barely a month of my journey to Jordan but I am already catching my breath. No, the trip was not thorny- not even rocky. In fact, I was

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1100771576849389562004-11-18T17:38:00.000+08:002004-12-08T04:28:20.076+08:00

"In everything, give thanks!" Thank you Lord for my 22nd year of existense. You showered me with countless blessings: PHILEX Caravan, my graduation, my first job, air/water/land trips to different places (Camiguin, Misamis, Batangas, Mindoro), opportunities to explore other fields of interest (interior design, theater, photography), my mom, dad, sis, and nephew, new friends, deeper

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1100531713726636022004-11-15T23:12:00.000+08:002004-12-08T04:35:59.120+08:00

Tomorrow is going to be the re-staging of this play at the Cultural Center of the Philippines (CCP- not Central Colleges of the Philippines) and I am going to be a part of it- i'll be one of the taumbayan . How I got in? Well... I didn't have to audition, whatsoever. Sir Alex (the director) was looking for a bass and there I was at the right place and at the right time. It was indeed a blessing!

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Talk about starting my day weird. First, I woke up real early today at around 6:30. I bathed for only 10 minutes. Then, I was ready to go at 6:50. WHOA!!! 20 minutes compared to the usual 1.5 hours preparation time. The reason for this early and unusual start (besides the fact that Carlotta Toyota had to be out of Commonwealth by 7) was my return of the comeback as an Iskolar ng Bayan. YEAH!!!

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1099269181415369712004-11-01T08:25:00.000+08:002004-11-01T13:09:06.586+08:00

WARNING: This is a long entry. Enjoy! I love travelling- discovering new places and wishing to come back for more! These past days, I was blessed to tour and enjoy down south of Luzon. SAN JUAN, Batangas A hosting and singing stint (AS IF!) for a party (debut of js' sis) pulled us all the way to that "ala eh" el pueblo. Wearing my over-exposed black trenchcoat, creamy yellow sport jacket, and

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1098438955580015262004-10-22T17:05:00.000+08:002004-10-24T00:13:55.936+08:00

I heard Him calling me so I answered. 19-22 October. Together with the rest of the UP CRL delegates (UPCYMians and CYFers), I joined the SWAT training conducted by the Campus Crusade for Christ (CCC) at the World of Life, Bgy. Perez, Calauan, Laguna (infamous for its former mayor- Mayor Sanchez) . In this spriritual warfare when time's running out, i need to acquire all sorts of weapons and

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1098076040312458862004-10-18T13:01:00.000+08:002004-10-18T14:53:41.806+08:00

sorry to disappoint you guys... but this Family First story will not dwell on why that night which started with full of expectations (of my own new car, own house & lot, 5000 gift certificates, or a mere gym bag) turned out to be a night of false hopes, disappointments, pride, harsh words, whatever you may want to call it basta naging UGLY! (you probably know the story anyway; if not, just ask

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1097391577539986872004-10-10T13:53:00.000+08:002004-10-10T15:08:31.346+08:00

Things are getting better for me the past two weeks. But the weeks previous to those "silver lining behind the dark clouds" were just crazy. In fact, I had the obsession of dying (whatever way, I didn't care). CRAZY! STUPID (to rationalize that doing "it" will end all my miseries and start a life full of joy-heaven)!!! But life is soooooo goooooooodddd! Whatever trials, tests... WHATEVER!!! I

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1097035228189659402004-10-06T11:24:00.000+08:002004-10-10T13:08:08.240+08:00

Sunday. September 26. I was early for the 10 am service. Enlightening. But the rest of the day was a party... a pity party. As one friend had put it, "i found solace in my loneliness". AYUDAME! Muchas Gracias... Gabii. Adios CDO. Hasta la vista. Mañana, yo voy a volver a mi casa. Casa, dulce casa. It's time to face the monsters under my bed- monsters that I had nurtured all these years. It's

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1096861359087137002004-10-04T11:24:00.000+08:002004-10-06T11:38:03.190+08:00

25 September. 9 am. It was already bright and sunny outside. I intended to wake up earlier that day to catch the sun's glorious rise and commune with God by the beach. But the so called stress from city life and all of yesterday's travel had caught up on me. Perhaps, my wearisome spirit was just not too eager to see another day. Camiguin is a haven for tourists but for a wandering spirit like me

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1096423583978256902004-09-29T09:12:00.000+08:002004-10-10T13:18:43.706+08:00

Last week, I decided that it was time to finally have time and start finding myself. Where else is the best place to find solitude and solace but the island of Camiguin! Without much planning, I flew to Cagayan de Oro City via Air Phil last Friday 8:30 in the morning. Arriving there shortly after 10 a.m., I didn't know what next step to take. Taxi drivers were following me like mad stalkers

milbenskinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495357.post-1096304451284735522004-09-28T01:33:00.000+08:002004-10-10T13:32:56.883+08:00

These recent weeks i have been rediscovering the other features the net has to offer. Before, my net life was so boxed to checking my mail and Friendster. Thanks to the sites of jaja, anders, and aris. These sites inspired me to make my own website and express my "repressed" self through the web. I started with Lycos' tripod but the HTML thingie has yet to be processed by my techno-ignorant brain

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