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Name: rhanriey
Country: Philippines
Birthday: 7/16/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: books, vampires, blood, the marquis de sade, you...
Expertise: poker face, living in the dark, being unusually sad yet happy, crying while laughing, laughing while crying
Message: message me
Yahoo:  la_canto_pecadores@yahoo.com
Member Since:
8/8/2005
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remember the days when you were nothing. remember the days when being nothing makes more sense than reality.. when responsibility is but a mere word.
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a question...
why on earth am i named R..r..?! uurgh! of all the names in the world?! Robbie?! why?! why?! is this a big joke or what? Robbie? for a girl? my name?
i am a normal girl (except for my abnormal name). i do what normal girls do (except having a name Robbie). i play with dolls, pretend to be a princess, act like a princess. i daydream a lot. well, i also helped with the household chores, of course. i wash the dishes and make my bed. i fix my room once a week and other rooms in the house once a month.
i watch tv a lot, draw pictures and read fictional stories that are either about vampires or about witches. i also chat on the phone for hours with my friends and i have a boy crush like every girl in school. of course, i won't tell who he is. but he's really cute. <*blush*>
see, i'm a very normal, typical girl. so why am i cursed with a name Robbie? why not samantha or bianca or maybe kate? hey, i like kate. kate's a very nice name.
finally one night, i can't take it anymore. i have to know. i must know... so i went to my dad's laboratory and saw him with my mom mixing some kind of blue liquid with a green one. i approached them. they smiled at me and asked, "what's the matter dear? you look quite upset."
and so, i suddenly blurted it all out almost crying. why the hell they gave me a name of Robbie? why not a more girly name like kate ( )? what were they thinking when they decided to give me that name? were they thinking of anything at all? and then i ended my litany with a sigh...
the answer? "you're a robot, dear. we can't think of a more playful name to give you for there were so many of you when we made you. i guess we run out of names when its already your turn. i remember you were robot number 716. we are very sorry, sweetie. would you like your name changed?"
i just nodded. they changed my name into kate. and from then on, i did not ask any more stupid questions from them. i just kept them to myself.
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“larger than life” or smaller. reality, this world, is larger than life. yet too small for me, for you, for me and you.
29 June 2007
status: employed
i am employed in my second company for 7 months now. plus 6 months from my previous “stepping-stone-just-wanna-get-work-experience-first” company, where i found some sweets in secret corners.
i’m ok. learning and unlearning every single day. enjoying and hating each moment of my “grown-up” life.
years ago, during my high school years, i wrote something out of boredom in class. it’s suppose to be “corny-funny”. i “published” it online on my first self-made blog during college. must have been freshmen years when “blogging” is the new “in” thing. that was my second to the last entry before i “re-structured” it in another space in the cyber world, here.
weeks ago, my boss accidentally came across that site. thought it was extinct, obviously not. thought he just found my site “cute” and didn’t bother with it. apparently not (again) coz he read that writing of mine. (i’m not really sure how to call it so i’ll just refer to it as my writing). it was that crap above, titled “a question..”.
yesterday, when he handed me the minutes of the meeting he edited, i read beside my name, “robie”. i asked him who robie is. he just smiled and teased me to guess. he gave a clue, A.I (Artificial Intelligence, the movie). then i remembered he came across my site and i remembered my ol’ crap. i remembered... stuff.
funny. what a small large world this is.
Trivia:
i’ve forgotten how to use this damn thing. must have hibernated too long.
nope. not yet awake. i’m in between sleeping and waking.
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| want some sweet?THAT dessert
THAT was good.
as the ice cream melts on our tongue
savoring the sweetness of uncovered gallon of desire.
stealing glances left and right
looking for someone who might join
wishing there was NONE.
for it is ours
and for OURS ONLY to share
the creamy goodness
of uncovered gallon of desire.
you got the spoon
then we opened the blue plastic container
digging in -- giggling
realizing what we're doing --
hiding in a closet of fabrics
few shining artificial stars
witnessing this rendezvous
of children hastily eating stolen ice cream
savoring the sweetness
of uncovered gallon of desire
praying Mommy won't catch us.
-hot and fresh from the oven in my skull,
rhanriey
(dalaw ng musa sa wakas)
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| i'm so in love...finally! after the (pro)long(ed) suspension, i got him. he's with me and we'll be together always. My new boyfriend! 
last saturday, after my very boring seminar-slash-theology-class in the morning and a very stressing-thanks-to-one-person afternoon, my mom and i went to cyberzone to pay him a visit and literally pay for him to kiss and own him.. it started as a good evening, though the mall is, as usual, jampacked; then ended up being stranded in jollibee-welcome for more than two hours due to (really) heavy rain. thank goodness we're in an airconditioned place and there's easy access to food. anyway, i got him with me. and i'm happy and contended.
i love you baby, my new Nokia N70! mwah! | | |
| easy...ever heard of the Filipino saying, "Huwag mong masyadong ingatan, baka mawala sa'yo"? i didn't understand it's meaning then, but now i do. experience really is the best teacher.
it's when we hold on to someone/somebody so much, we tend to forget (s)he has a life of his/her own. it's crazy when that happens but we don't realize till it's too late. an sms message from a friend says: "people say that we don't know what we have till it's gone; but really, we know what we have, we just don't know it'll be gone..." from one end of the line, the overprotective, from the other, the overprotected. who will suffer more? | | |
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