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.)
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
rewind-check 'em out
for bloggers like me
Someone by the name of
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When you write posts on your blog and you need to
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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.
credits
Sunday, January 30, 2011
keeping it.
I just wish this would come soon, to me. :) we all do, right?
to that friend of mine whose current condition i cannot fathom well, I wish you the best. :)
ianne ended @ 11:48:00 PM
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Friday, January 21, 2011
Have you watched this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8rKW-VRFczA&feature=player_embedded#! ? Do you eat celery? Hahaha. Joke. Ang totoong tanong: How long do you think does it take you to “move on”? :)
Have you watched this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8rKW-VRFczA&feature=player_embedded#! ? Do you eat celery? Hahaha. Joke. Ang totoong tanong: How long do you think does it take you to “move on”? :)
ianne ended @ 10:43:00 PM
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I got this from a friend’s text message: Why is it that if someone tells you there are billions of stars in the universe, you believe them; but if someone tells you a wall is wet with paint, you’d still touch it to be sure? :D
I got this from a friend’s text message: Why is it that if someone tells you there are billions of stars in the universe, you believe them; but if someone tells you a wall is wet with paint, you’d still touch it to be sure? :D
ianne ended @ 10:43:00 PM
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If love shall be made concrete, what tangible thing do you think should it be and why? Maganda sana kung pang-miss universe ang sagot. :))
If love shall be made concrete, what tangible thing do you think should it be and why? Maganda sana kung pang-miss universe ang sagot. :))
ianne ended @ 10:42:00 PM
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Saturday, January 15, 2011
Kung isa ka sa 7 na dwende ni snow white, sino ka sa kanila? bakit?
Kung isa ka sa 7 na dwende ni snow white, sino ka sa kanila? bakit?
ianne ended @ 2:09:00 AM
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magagawa mo bang mangharana ng "dudungaw sa bintana ung babae at ung lalake ay nasa labas ng bakod"? :))
magagawa mo bang mangharana ng "dudungaw sa bintana ung babae at ung lalake ay nasa labas ng bakod"? :))
ianne ended @ 2:06:00 AM
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Unfair Tales
If the world lies asleep with her, it would be as lonely as what she sees in her dreams, where withered trees and gray skies kiss to give birth to shadows. A kiss of death is perhaps what she needs right now to spare herself from the hurtful waiting and the piercing loneliness. Summer makes her skin cold, winter even colder. She counts the stars in her sky. She stops at three and away she’ll be. The air is her sole companion. What she breathes out is what it takes out. Lying, she cuddles her knees in a corner and closes her eyes. As she whispers her prayers, the stingy wind holds her and the darkness listens. In vain she waits for true love’s kiss; in vain she waits to see a ceiling of stars more than three.
If the world lives with these seven and one, it would be as chaotic as how the evil witch chases her, where beasts wander around in trace of her scent. A flying dagger is perhaps what she needs right now, to spare herself, her friends, and her lover. Every second of her life is spent on running, hiding, and pretending. She looks around and the coast is unclear. She surrenders to a friendly old woman and away she’ll be. The ground beneath her feet is her refuge. As long as there’s solid ground, she can escape. Coughing, she sees her whole life in a flash. As she chokes on her last breath, a bit of the poison orb escapes her tongue. Too little, too late her friends come running for her; too late, her prince kisses her and not a sign of life.
If the world ran away with her, it would be as rowdy as what happened to the ball, where whispers cloud the mind until there’s none of the self is left. A bubble of air is perhaps what she needs right now, to spare her from the controversies, the lies and the truth. She wishes the broomsticks can sweep away all the mess. She leaves the glass slipper and away she’ll be. The birds are her greatest comfort. Their songs clear her mind from worries and fears. Running, her dance partner runs after her. As she turns around, he is gone. On her knees she cries and wishes she hadn’t run; on her knees she wishes he’ll come back to save her from more misery.
If they all lived in our world, it would be more painful to them; more painful than waiting in vain for the prince’s kiss.
If they all lived in our world, it would be more suffocating to them; more suffocating than eating a venomous fruit.
If they all lived in our world, it would be more deafening to them; more deafening than hearing the crowd’s weeps.
ianne ended @ 1:23:00 AM
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