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ARIANNE MAY BALAOING
I am a simple lass who lives in her own Neverland.
Kid-at-heart and happy-go-lucky,
nice,
and
quite optimistic.
I keep a box of secret wild dreams and deep hidden sentiments. ...(more.)

the looking glass
born on the 14th of September, 1992.
eldest, with two siblings.
STPS(Saint Therese Private School) student class of 2005
batang Mandsci class of 2009.
UPManila PH22 student, class of 2013.
i don't have any other stuff to put here.

pops my balloon
+creepy crawlies.
+flying bugs.
+syringes.
+surgery-related stuff.
+surgery.
+physical injuries
+marshmallows.
+sourcream-flavored food.
+stubborn people.
+people who call me ms.mandsci in public. >:P

dear santa
+peace and lots of love for the world.
+a bright future for everyone.
+end poverty.
+grace of understanding and wisdom.
+safety.


talk to moi


Shoot Curiosity


blasting into space
friendster
plurk-inactive
DARAH UMADAC
JOHNDEL GUMAPI
CHIPPY FERNANDO
CHESKA MAGCALENG
FAVE REYES
RACHELLE BARCELONA
MARC FAJARDO
ANGEL PIANO
CEDRIC VERGEL
AUBREY ARBOLEDA
ERIKA LAGRIA
MICO SUBOSA
WapsRefellant: The Loser's World


rewind-check 'em out
July 2009
August 2009
September 2009
October 2009
December 2009
July 2010
August 2010
September 2010
October 2010
November 2010
January 2011
February 2011
March 2011
December 2011

for bloggers like me
Someone by the name of JULIA TAYLOR sent me an email about their software, Screen Capture Software.
When you write posts on your blog and you need to capture and crop images from different sources - this tool is for you.
It:
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- Tracks capture history, auto-saves captured images
- Saves files in BMP, GIF, JPEG, PNG and TIFF formats
- Auto-names captured images

I think this is a very convenient tool for bloggers. :)

dear reader
i love humor, but please, no dirty stuff, insults, and the like.
If you find anything offensive, please send me an e-mail at:
arianne_0914@yahoo.com
Anything that would help improve the blog shall highly be appreciated.
Thank you.

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Saturday, August 28, 2010
Letter to a New Friend



So nice to see your face again, old love
You look alright
Your cheeks are still cherry pink
Your smile is still golden and gleaming
Your eyes are sparkling as the sun touches them
You look alright, you look alright.
My love, you know me-
The type of person who’d never want to admit
Words well thought of, tongue tied quite loose
But at this time the past is through
Let me tell you that the memories with you, good or cruel
Are still with me in a box kept by my heart
Though some are torn and others very well kept.
You wave to me a sweet hello I seem to miss
But this time different
Without the same delight that's as sweet as yesterday's
But I don’t know what to do as I carve my smile
Into my face that has been weary, as well as fine
I freeze in thought and my body, seemingly jerky.
I do not know what to tell you love
Shall I give you a peck on a cheek
Or shall I shake your hand or be meek?
My love I do confess I did miss you
Where you've been and how you’ve been
What you’ve learned and what you’ve seen
I never got the chance to know for in a year, separately we grow.
You never talked to me- doors shut
I missed you love, I missed you
Like dry ground that waited for a drop of rain
But oh, I tell you it was the sweetest pain
I’ve ground every grain and erased all the stains
Let the love go and made another grow.
My love now you know
So in these free verses I say
I may not love you now like before
Or you may not love me now like the hot earth’s core
But I am still thankful for this day came
That the sun shone for me to stare at your face
And say it to you straight
Let’s sit down and talk for I missed you, my friend.



reader, pardon me. it's my first time to use use free verse. :p
i just got inspired by those poems we read in our HumanitiesI subject. :) 

ianne ended @ 12:11:00 AM

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