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Saturday, May 22, 2004
  

Mix Mix Super Mix

Could you be sad and happy at the same time? For some reason, I am. I guess it's just one of those days where I'm sulking in misery of sorts - - one whose causes even I am unsure of. I miss my friends. :( I feel bad because I wish I was back at home. Back where my heart belongs. As I was walking home from work, I was singing in my head the song I sang with the choir the last time I was with them. I was trying to remember the tune, the words, and even tried them out on the piano. I miss singing in the choir. I miss my choir. I miss... all the times with the choir. Rico's despedida. My despedida. Alter Native. Saturday practices. Friday and Sunday masses. ... I miss... playing the Aleluia, softening the volume a bit so if I mess up, it won't be so obvious. I miss the talents of everyone in the group, those I've seen and those I've yet to see. I miss... the people who make the group so wholesome. I miss.. drinking. Hah. I miss dancing. I miss those things with you guys. I miss... acting crazy. I miss... quiet moments in someone's car. I miss... holding your hands during mass, and kissing you at the sign of peace. I miss.... looking at your faces. Little did you know that I memorized your faces before I left. Just so I won't forget. I miss... sharing my problems with you. Some of you at least. I miss... serving you cake and coffee and coke in my house. I miss... having you in my home. The one and only time. I miss... taking pictures and looking back at them. I still do. I still flip through my album... I miss you guys. You know who you are.

I miss.. the luxury of being in a place I've grown to know. To love. To cherish. I know those places like the back of my hand. I miss... riding tricycles. I miss riding jeeps. I miss knowing the routes to my friends' houses. I miss the parties. I miss the talks. I miss... quiet moments. I miss.. crying on someone's shoulder. God, how I need that right now. I miss... having some people to talk to. I miss being able to pick up my blue phone that's always been on my sidetable, to call anyone at any time without worries of disturbing them. I miss doodling while talking to someone. I miss.... posting memorabilia on my corkboard. I miss.... my friends. I miss each and every single time I'm with them. I want to go back home. And I'm trying to gather every bit of courage I have to remind myself that I can't just yet. Not just yet. I want to go back home. Back home. Home. .... :(

I miss being able to divert my attention to my training when I'm pissed. Like right now. How I'd love a kick pad in front of me. How I'd love to throw some back fists, jabs, punches, some roundhouse kicks, some hook kicks, some front kicks. How I'd love... to go back to training. To get my black belt. Yet everyone else is already what, six steps ahead of me. ... I hate not being able to remember my movements, my katas, my techniques.. I miss.... karate. I miss my senseis. My teammates. Everyone. I miss the kids. I miss the kumite on Saturday nights, even though I always dread it. I just miss karate...

I want to go back home. For a million reasons and one. I'd love to see everyone's faces. I want to hug my friends and remind them I love them. I want to... be able to say sorry to the people who deserve them. I want to live where my heart belongs. I want to go back home. :(



 at 1:05 AM
Through difficulties
to the stars...
      These are the slips of the pen, tongue and memory of an abashed, slaphappy crackpot. Word for word and letter for letter, by stronger reasons, I breathe and hope and raise my glass to Love, and a better tomorrow.

So invigorate me. Please.



I am nobody but me.

I guess having lost my entire sidebar will not work for me, but it's no reason either to start anew. =)

I am Jik. I believe in miracles, and I believe in hope. I am not prude nor old-fashioned even though I  believe that Love is very real and that it governs the world. I am not selfish even though I may be materialistic. I am not weak even though I sometimes crumble down to my knees. I am not poor even though  I have very little in my bank account. I try to embody what courage is all about and I try to do everything in spontaneity. I invest a whole lot of passion in anything I do, and I am and always will be  a dreamer. I admire people who uphold their beliefs in life, as I try to do so myself. I always strive  for the perfection of character, and make myself into the person I want to become. I seek for the greater  scheme of things, the tapestry of how everything falls into an exquisite, sublime plan. And my greatest  fortune is having found the secret of my life. This I intend to share with all of you someday.

Makulit. Malikot. Mababaw. I'm thumbelina, sweetie, choknat, bitch,  bastard, bruhilda, gaga, bubwit, baby, hoebag, dumbass, jiffy, jikinini, jikydoodles, gicgic, jikulit, jikywiky, jikaru,  jikers, jikee, jikijik, jikjik, jik, jixie, jikita, jikita banana, jikitita, jikaboo, or what have you. I'm the Jik you know and ever will know.

            
My personal prayers
The Serenity Prayer

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference. Living one day at a time; Enjoying one moment at a time; Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace; Taking, as He did, this sinful world as it is, not as I would have it; Trusting that He will make all things right if I surrender to His Will; That I may be reasonably happy in this life and supremely happy with Him Forever in the next. Amen.
--Reinhold Niebuhr

The Prayer

I pray you'll be our eyes
And watch us where we go
And help us to be wise
In times when we don't know
Let this be our prayer
As we go our way
Lead us to a place
Guide us with your Grace
To a place where we'll be safe
La luce che tu dai
(I pray we'll find your light)
Nel cuore restera
(And hold it in our hearts)
A ricordarci che
(When stars go out each night)
L'eterna stella sei
Nella mia preghiera
(Let this be our prayer)
Quanta fede c'e
(When shadows fill our day)
Lead us to a place
Guide us with your grace
  Give us faith so we'll be safe.
Sogniamo un mondo senza piu violenza
Un mondo di giustizia e di speranza
Ognuno dia la mano al suo vicino
Simbolo di pace e di fraternita
La forza che ci dai
(We ask that life be kind)
E'il desiderio che
(And watch us from above)
Ognuno trovi amore
(We hope each soul will find)
Intorno e dentro a se
(Another soul to love)
Let this be our prayer
Let this be our prayer
Just like every child
Just like every child
Needs to find a place,
Guide us with your grace
Give us faith so we'll be safe
E la fede che
Hai acceso in noi
Sento che ci salvera

         
Stars
AAK
Dreaming Aloud
Time Space Warp
Making A Difference
A Stroller's Path
Friday I'm In Love
Pulot Pukyutan
Friends Choir
Bordercrapper
Taglish
Dagitab
Twisted Angel
The Midnight Run
Mish the Fish
Pigpen
Live.Life.Hello.Death.
A Drowning Fish's Bubbles
Electric Boogie
Suburban Wit
The Sensasianal
Hello, Lovine
Hear Me Laugh
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My Defining Moment:
Cassiel Matthias De Leon


You are the apple of my eye.





























Reflections
Music

Heart Door
Paula Cole with Dolly Parton


There is a diamond inside of me that lights up the sky of my soul/ Where fell the diamond when I believed that all of the hurt was my fault/ I'm opening the heart door, letting in the light/ Opening the heart door and giving life to me that died/ You ended up so with that person who comes home too late from the bar/ I ended up so when my courage could finally walk on its own/ When I finally opened the door/ I'm opening the heart door, letting in the light/ Opening the heart door and giving life to me that died/ You ended up so with that person who comes home too late from the bar/ I ended up so when my courage could finally walk on its own/ When I finally opened the heart door

With or Without You
U2


See the stone set in your eyes/ See the thorn twist in your side/ I wait for you/ Sleight of hand and twist of fate/ On a bed of nails she makes me wait/ And I wait without you/ With or without you/ With or without you/ Through the storm we reach the shore/ You give it all but I want more/ And I'm waiting for you/ With or without you/ With or without you/ I can't live/ With or without you/ And you give yourself away/ And you give yourself away/ And you give/ And you give/ And you give yourself away/ My hands are tied/ My body bruised, she's got me with/ Nothing to win and/ Nothing left to lose/ And you give yourself away/ And you give yourself away/ And you give/ And you give/ And you give yourself away/ With or without you/ With or without you/ I can't live/ With or without you/ With or without you/ With or without you/ I can't live/ With or without you/ With or without you

Off The Hook
Barenaked Ladies


All around the room your things are placed/ And next to you he fills the space/ And so it seems your saving grace is only saving face/ The pictures of the two of you on holiday, on honeymoon/ You thought that he was wanting you,/ But he was only wanting you to/ Let him off the hook/ He was your imaginary friend,/ You were partners til the end/ Then something bends, and then it breaks, your worst mistake/ Accepting enemies on bended knees; a litany of tragedies,/ You're vexed, it seems you're hexed and after sex he expects/ You'll let him off the hook til/ Something that you heard while you were sleeping left you/ Shaken while he stirred. When you awaken you will/ Make him eat his words right off the hook/ Hook and line, every time/ The credit card receipts, the dirty sheets/ The souvenirs of men who cheat/ It all makes sense - with each offense/ You wanted to believe him/ He could get away with murder one,/ And you would clean the smoking gun/ With every crime, you bought each line,/ But not this time, you'll make him/ Eat his words cause/ Something that you heard while you were sleeping left you/ Shaken while he stirred/ When you awaken you will/ Make him eat his, make him eat his/ Words while he's alone,/ Cause you won't be around and/ From now on the phone stays off the hook/ Hook and line, everytime/ Hook and line, everytime

Wherever You Are
Celeste Prince


Time has come, what's done is done/ It's time to move on/ To another place, another space,/ maybe circling some other sun/ Don't ask why, don't ask how/ I still can't explain/ To say goodbye, goodbye for now til I see you again/ In the sunlight that's where I'll be/ In the moon night close your eyes, you will see me/ In the sunrise in the twilight/ I'll be the morning and the evening star/ I will be there with you wherever you are/ Life is strange, such joy and pain/ The betrayal and the kiss/ It maybe meant to be, maybe destiny/ Leads us down a path like this/ Child is born, true love is sworn/ All the in-between/ Well you walk on, walk on until the path is gone/ Learning love is the only everything/ So it's goodnight, things go wrong/ but it's alright/ We're all just passin' through here/ At the speed of light/ In the sunlight that's where I'll be/ In the moon night close your eyes, you will see me/ In the sunrise in the twilight/ I'll be the morning and the evening star/ I will be there with you wherever you are

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