tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61244312012-02-07T05:57:23.087+08:00Ramblings of a Screwed Up Dude...the title explains itselfNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.comBlogger661100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-86716258292310805832010-05-06T22:38:00.003+08:002010-05-06T22:41:44.574+08:00Another blast from the past.Timmy is the son of an obscure super villain named Leap Frog. After a traumatic experience, Timmy showed signs of Split Personality Disorder, and had a fixation on the Daredevil. After weeks of investigating, Ben Ulrich found out that Timmy was physically abused by his father, Leap Frog. Turns out, one day he caught Leap Frog fighting Daredevil on the roof of Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-83047644546992324222010-05-06T22:38:00.002+08:002010-05-06T22:40:58.505+08:00I posted this nearly 5 years ago. I can't believe it's been that long already. Just thought with everything happening in the Philippines, or even the world...we're currently in need of heroes.This came from Ultimate Spider-Man Super Special #001, Peter Parker, still in High School tries to find the answer of what makes a Hero for a homework. This was his report: "With great power, comes great Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-29004205955226214472010-03-13T12:04:00.000+08:002010-03-13T12:15:12.235+08:00 My generation's irony: so bad it's not good? All we say and do is lacquered with sarcasm. We don't take anything seriously, and yet we take everything seriously Darragh McManusguardian.co.uk, Thursday 11 March 2010 14.30 GMTNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-91677017656258055942009-08-05T13:00:00.001+08:002009-08-05T13:00:59.203+08:00Don’t fear the reaper.The past two weeks, 2 of my friends passed away. One of them actually passed away this morning.Death makes you think about a lot of things actually. How you never really know when you’re time’s coming up, when the reaper’s gonna come knocking on your door. Or even how long you’ve got left.Death has always been a sad thing for me. I could never really handle death well. Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-79221639525947237302009-05-29T00:02:00.000+08:002009-05-29T00:03:14.183+08:00Friends…Some people take the word friend lightly. To them, a friend is someone you can follow on twitter, add on facebook, multiply and even friendster. To some, friends are people who you have small conversations with…but friends are much more than that.Friends are friends till the very end. No matter what goes between them, they’ll always be friends. Though friends may fight and not speak Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-37284518541801876752009-05-02T18:39:00.000+08:002009-05-02T18:40:11.046+08:00ParentingLook at the world around you, people being mugged, raped, murdered…some for good reasons while others, just for the heck of it.War is currently going on in the Middle East, Political Turmoil currently happening in a number of countries, distrust among friends, loved ones, neighbors.We currently live in a world where everyone is afraid of everyone. You walk along the street and see Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-52244527484406529652009-04-29T23:22:00.002+08:002009-04-29T23:55:43.808+08:00Power...People often wonder why Spider-man's so screwed up. I mean, he's a guy who just takes on all these psychos more often than not getting beaten to a bloody pulp in the process, but still comes back for more. I mean sure, maybe the dude's this big masochist but...you really think so?A friend of mine got mugged last night (April 28, 2009) a couple of steps from the entrance of her Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-11930019035520931482009-03-05T22:12:00.001+08:002009-03-05T22:15:10.623+08:00I'll be taking a break from typing in this blog for a while given certain events in my life right now.Those, I'll be chronicling in another blog http://nik-paradiselost.blogspot.comHope you guys check that one out instead.Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-14470283747460280952009-03-01T14:58:00.002+08:002009-03-01T15:02:16.573+08:00Commitment in HCMCCommitmentcom⋅mit⋅ment /kəˈmɪtmənt/ kuh-mit-muhnt]–noun1. the act of committing.2. the state of being committed.3. the act of committing, pledging, or engaging oneself.4. a pledge or promise; obligation: We have made a commitment to pay our bills on time.5. engagement; involvement: They have a sincere commitment to religion.One thing we’ve been doing here Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-87536510116110494362009-03-01T14:53:00.000+08:002009-03-01T14:57:54.887+08:00If I had my own world...SECRET CROWDSwritten by Angels and AirwavesIf I had my own world,I’d build you an empire.If I had my own world,I’d fill it with wealth and desire.A glorious past to admire,And voices of kids out walking dogs, birds, planes, cleanest cars.If I had my own world,I’d love it for all that’s inside it.There’d be no more wars, death or riots.There’d be no more police, Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-54898055700171253522009-01-09T23:13:00.000+08:002009-01-09T23:14:09.723+08:002008 in hindsight…A year starts the same way every year; with the clock ticking, one second at a time…finally reaching the 12 marker. With all the explosions and varied colored lights, lighting up the dark smoke filled night sky, one may easily forget that a year has ended and a new year has arrived. Sitting on a chair, with a cigarette in hand…I try and look back at the year that was…and look Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-19470885393102155462008-12-23T22:47:00.000+08:002008-12-23T22:48:56.348+08:00Somebody save me. Please.Today might be the saddest day of my life. Up to the typing of this blog entry, I’ve cried over 4 times. I know it sounds weird and all, “Nikki Del Carmen, crying? WTF dude?!”I know…it sounds unlikely but…it’s true. You know that feeling when you have something you hold dear so much, something that may mean more to you that everything else in the world? That Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-77485587613464972072008-11-21T21:39:00.003+08:002008-11-21T21:44:45.849+08:00The heart of darkness…People wonder why it is that people commit murder. More often than not, people believe that murders are committed due to emotional outburst, snapping, or even out of necessity. However, there is one reason that people fail to conceive, or better yet…don’t want to believe; the fact that they murder other people…because they can.Look at serial killers. Sometimes, criminal Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-85876210848722461122008-08-31T19:20:00.001+08:002008-08-31T19:20:27.402+08:00Ramon Roquetta and the Machegos…Sometimes, just sitting back, letting time take you is the best way to spend a night. Relaxing is something that we often forget to do. Nowadays, people often go out and party, dance, and god knows what. Not really savoring the evening, more like making the night pass by faster.People have been moving quickly each day, thinking of nothing but deadlines as well Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-75780597216840475902008-08-18T01:49:00.000+08:002008-08-18T01:51:36.805+08:00Of Robot Love, Zombies & Gummi Bears...Earlier this evening (Sunday, August 17, 2008), met up with a friend. It was supposed to be a dinner, but ended up something much more. It was a night of self discovery via a "birthday book", enlightenment, i-ching, saving the world from zombies and helping two robots fall in love, while devouring a lot of gummi bears.To be honest, this is a post that I Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-24743400112314930442008-03-25T21:27:00.002+08:002008-03-25T22:26:15.668+08:001 year later...It's been a year since I graduated. 1 year since school life became nothing but a woken dream. 1 year since my last finals, 1 year since my last cut, 1 year since my last formal education.To normal people, 1 year is something that's really long. A lot can happen in a year. In a year, one can find a new love, one can find a new career, one could be born while another could die.Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-47565694517044695592007-06-05T21:41:00.001+08:002008-03-25T22:31:43.049+08:00Four Brothers...This is a story about four young men, John, Frederic, Jose and Michel. These four, though not related by blood, are as close as if they were blood brothers.They have been friends for the longest time. Some of them new each other since prep, nursery even in a little school in San Juan called Xavier. Through the years they drifted apart, though as if by chance...these four were Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-47409844185391106082007-04-19T14:36:00.000+08:002007-04-19T14:38:51.436+08:00Stranger than fiction… Narrator: “This is a story about a man named Harold Crick and his wristwatch. Harold Crick was a man of infinite numbers, endless calculations, and remarkably few words. And his wristwatch said even less. Every weekday, for twelve years, Harold would brush each of his thirty-two teeth seventy-six times. Thirty-eight times back and forth, thirty-eight times up and down. Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-22527119935331614702007-01-09T23:24:00.000+08:002007-01-09T23:36:25.307+08:00Face your moral fear...I've been reading Daredevil Comics...(v2) and I came upon an interesting story. In issues 16-19 of Daredevil V2, the story didn't focus on Daredevil, but on Ben Ulrich, an investigative reporter for the Daily Bugle and a little boy named Timmy.Timmy is the son of an obscure super villain named Leap Frog. After a traumatic experience, Timmy showed signs of Split Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-61985406677478097082006-11-12T02:35:00.000+08:002006-11-15T21:59:26.440+08:00Magic… Magic lies in the littlest things. Sometimes, when people think of magic, they think of great feats and tricks; tricks such as sawing a woman in half, making an elephant disappear, or even something tricky like guessing which card you pulled from a deck. However, for me, this isn’t what magic really is. Maybe, some of you have heard my lecture regarding what magic is. For Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-36781838167942211352006-11-01T23:34:00.000+08:002006-11-02T00:22:34.427+08:00For every action...Every great magic trick consists of three acts. The first act is called "The Pledge"; the magician shows you something ordinary, but of course... it probably isn't. The second act is called "The Turn"; the magician makes his ordinary some thing do something extraordinary. Now if you're looking for the secret... you won't find it, that's why there's a third act called, "The Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-40810415740515321602006-09-17T21:57:00.000+08:002006-09-17T22:12:00.280+08:00Lonely Tree...In the CornerLonely tree, in the cornerWhy...are you there?Lonely tree, standing by my windowI see you, lonely as you seem.I see you, standing in the cornerAnd people, just walk by...(ooohhh)I see you, standing in the cornerAnd people...just walk by...Lonely tree, when I see you.Now that I see you, I cry.Lonely tree, now that I see you,Now that I see you, I cry.Hoooooo...Hoooooo...Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1151420866837047742006-06-27T22:57:00.000+08:002006-06-27T23:07:46.866+08:00The Lonely Side of Town...I'm walking alone with no directionAnd since you packed up everything that you ownThere's no hurry.I'm walking alone,Guess I'm gonna take the long way homeAnd I never should've tried to explainI'm not sorry for holding you back.Sorry for holding you backAs I meant what I saidAnd I figured you wouldn't reactAnd you waited so longFor the things that belong to youKnow that Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1150996277240244692006-06-23T00:52:00.000+08:002006-06-23T01:11:17.256+08:00Hope?As the light at the end of the tunnel begins to flicker,And the you feel all sad and bitter;Feeling like no one's there to hold your hand,Like having only one pair of footprints in the sand.The loss of hope is a bitter pain,especially after all your dreams have been lain...While everyone falters moving farther awayLike the sun gone on a clear morning day.Losing hope,Feeling like a dope;Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1148835436556169642006-05-29T00:05:00.000+08:002006-05-29T00:57:16.843+08:00Heaven...This afternoon, I spent another hour in ADMU reading a book. I like going to school during Sundays...there's something different about it. It's something I can't really explain, but you just have to experience it to believe.The whole emptiness of school during a Sunday, with the wind blowing and the trees swaying...seeing faces, you never really see when there are classes...the leaves Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1145803188062578832006-04-23T22:10:00.000+08:002006-04-23T22:39:48.140+08:00Shit...(Sorry to those who might be "grossed out by what I'm going to say in the first paragraph...)Last week...after taking a crap, I peered into the toilet bowl. I got scared by what I saw...blood. I told my parents about it, and they said it might be nothing, but to tell them if it happens again. Earlier this afternoon...I took a crap again, and this time...there was more blood. It was theNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1144868141710183302006-04-13T02:19:00.000+08:002006-04-13T02:55:41.786+08:00Flagpole Sitter...Okay, technically around 10:45-11:00pm last night (roughly a couple of hours ago) I had my first "lovers quarrel" technically...it wasn't a "lover's quarrel" since...we aren't lovers or anything...yet? I dunno...Basically the gist of things, typical argument, boy meets girls, boy says something dumb, hurts girl's feelings...screaming and yelling and walk-outs over sms...it was Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1142521908627091192006-03-16T23:11:00.000+08:002006-03-16T23:11:48.643+08:00Who am I? This is a question that I have been asking myself for the longest time. And for the longest time, I was not able to answer this question. However, after much reflection, questioning, and a lot metaphysical unease, and using of intermediary way of thinking, I was able to probably define who I am as a person.The journey in which I was able to answer who I am was a long and tiresome Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1136379354765385122006-01-04T20:36:00.000+08:002006-01-04T20:55:54.806+08:00The Philosophy of Time Travelby Roberta Ann SparrowContentsForeword The Tangent Universe Water and Metal The Artifact and the Living The Living Receiver The Manipulated Living The Manipulated Dead Dreams Appendices ForewordI would like to thank the sisters of the Saint John Chapter in Alexandria, Virginia for their support in my decision.By the grace of God, they are:Sister Eleanor Lewis Sister Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1134229464813689362005-12-10T23:23:00.000+08:002005-12-10T23:44:24.860+08:00Sigh...Once upon a midnight dreary,I lie in bed, sad and weary.Staring in a saddened gaze,stumbling around in my own forgotten maze.Hearing voices and echoes around,but no other person is to be found.Looking left and right for someone to see,but all I know is that there is no one but me.Around me images from days gone by,time and time again that just flown by.Something about me as I watch dies,Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1132154854714348442005-11-16T23:16:00.000+08:002005-11-16T23:27:34.810+08:00Yeesshhh Mashteh... Igor is a recurring set of characters in Terry Pratchett's Discworld series of novels. They are members of a clan of servants from the region of Überwald, all of which are named Igor. The Igors are based partially upon Mary Shelley's Frankenstein's Monster, and partially upon the hunchbacked assistants in Universal and Hammer's film versions. While they are born in the normal Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1131861112028602972005-11-13T13:50:00.000+08:002005-11-13T13:51:52.040+08:00Heroes... With great power, comes great responsibility. Heroes. The way I see it, when most people think of heroes, they think of larger than life patriots. Men and women who have dedicated both their personal and professional lives to represent a symbol of hope to those whose life might seem hopeless. A colorful embodiment of selflessness. Of course, that’s not the only form a hero’s life Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1128949437934843122005-10-10T20:39:00.000+08:002005-10-10T21:03:58.026+08:00Fuck you...If some of you people watched the 25th hour, you may remember Edward Norton's famous "Fuck You" Speech. If you haven't seen the movie...Here's the speech:"Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! FuckNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1128712594555682132005-10-08T02:52:00.000+08:002005-10-08T03:16:34.576+08:00Shite...Here I am. As you can tell, according to the "time posted" I haven't been sleeping. And this time, not due to school work...Well technically yes..But really no. School has been keeping me up a lot. But majority of the time, its not the work...But the fear. The fear is back. The fear of what tomorrow may bring. The fear that the consequences of my actions in the past will someday return Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1125080468815463522005-08-27T02:01:00.000+08:002005-08-27T02:21:08.820+08:00Onion...Onion's...have layers. Such as me. I have layers. I mean, sure, if i have been your classmate in some class, you may see me just making smart-ass remarks, ticking people off and stuff...but to be honest, thats not me.It is easier for people to accept you if they believe you're crazy. Thats a saying i live by. which is true. i know it goes against that whole..."our greatest fear is Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1115906621615284672005-05-12T21:57:00.000+08:002005-05-12T22:03:41.620+08:00"hero..."as some of you may not know..ive been on a downloading spree..to be precise comic book downloading spree....ive downloaded every hellblazer comic released and the complete onslaught saga and finally finished downloading earth x, paradise x, marvels, and universe x.ive been reading these the past week. trying to see what made these men, heroes...or as the final chapter of the onslaught Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1113317216804930272005-04-12T22:25:00.001+08:002005-04-12T22:46:56.806+08:00i feel so...i feel so mad...i feel so angry...i feel so careless..so lost confused again..i feel so cheap..so used, unfaithful...i wish i could start over...just start over..i dont know if much of you know but...i...i mean..my qpi didnt reach. i failed. at that moment i found out after waiting in line for the adaa...time just stopped...i didnt know what to do..i didnt know what to say...i didntNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1112957280521573802005-04-08T18:32:00.000+08:002005-04-08T18:48:00.523+08:00I'm A Goofy Goober Too..."I'm a goofy goober, you're a goofy goober, we're all goofy goobers...goofy goofy goober goober yeah..."Well...i just watched the Spongebob Squarepants movie yet again. you know what i just realized...it reminded me of another movie...not the same thing....but still have the same themes; "Battle Royale 2". basically..the 2 movies say how good it is to be a kid.ever Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1110883831750521562005-03-15T18:33:00.000+08:002005-03-15T18:50:31.753+08:00Again...You know, i've been thinking a lot about "her" again recently. i mean, i've been seeing her with this guy (whom i think that you know what). but...i rarely see her smile now. i dont know why but...i just want to see her smile again...like she used to :)ACK! GOD! stop thinking about her!!! i'm sorry haha guess an old flame...is hard to extinguish. but, like i said before...i may have Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1103720637310730102004-12-22T20:45:00.000+08:002004-12-22T21:03:57.310+08:00Truth...
What is the truth? Where can i find it? Is it as easy as what Neo did? Take the red pill? Is it easy? HELL NO! You dont even know where to find it.
What makes it so intruiging? It drives so many people to give up their life just to look for it. Scientists strive through sleepless nights just to prove something...to find the truth of something.
What is the truth? To be honest...INikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1099325316106199422004-11-01T23:53:00.000+08:002004-11-02T00:08:36.106+08:00Everytime You're Looking For Me, I'll Be Gone...
I've been thinking about the past again. I know whats done is done and there is no way i can change it, however...I should learn from the mistakes i made in the past, to further correct myself...make sure my weaknesses do not affect my life.
Yes, weaknesses are flaws. Things that i have to change to make myself...hmmm...stronger?
Well...back Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1099022526671812952004-10-29T11:36:00.000+08:002004-10-29T12:02:06.673+08:00What's Wrong With Me?
Here i am...debating about things that i have no control over. Thinking about what has become of me, thinking about what im doing wrong. Thinking...why.
Is there something wrong with me? Why is it, whenever i need somthing bad, or really want something and is willing to do anything to get it, i always make the dumbest mistakes. Mistakes that you know how to avoid, yet Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1098543856111314392004-10-23T22:40:00.000+08:002004-10-23T23:04:16.113+08:00Dust In The Wind...
As the coffin lowers into the grave, the preacher says: "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust..."
Everything has an end. Every song has an ending verse. Every poem has an ending line. Every bag of potato chips has a last chip...(i know this all to well...*sigh) And...every movie has ending credits.
Yes, it's true...we are all going to die! Accept it! We are all going to bite theNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1098369764976681542004-10-21T22:25:00.000+08:002004-10-21T22:42:44.976+08:00Friendship Is Great, Do You Know What I'm Sayin?!
Okay...judging from the title, you guys might know what this is all about.
The past few months, I came and realized that there are really good friends. Not just the people who hang out with you and stuff. True friends. People whom have no relation to you at all, but treat you as well as a brother.
I've had a lot of them actually. But, Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1098291489610319772004-10-21T01:41:00.000+08:002006-10-13T00:05:09.221+08:00Tonight, Tonight...Well, I'm back. I haven't written here for a long long time...The last time i wrote was when...the you know what happened nung...you know when. And finally...after...2 months, I'm finally over it.Well, do i dare say that i may have found someone else? Or will she be another chapter in "Nikki's Book Of Bigo"? We shall never know. Only time can tell.Well, what was up? Last Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1094729727756847852004-09-09T19:33:00.000+08:002006-10-13T00:09:53.633+08:00The Death Of Nikki Del Carmen"Here lies Michel Dominique Jacinto Del CarmenWas AloneIs AloneWill Always Be Alone"Something died inside me last night. I found out that someone whom I thought I would be able to spend the rest of my days with was in love with someone else.It hurt me a lot. I didn’t think it would hurt this much. I don’t know why…whenever I saw her or heard her voice or saw her smileNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1094560247210102692004-09-07T20:29:00.000+08:002006-10-13T00:14:02.690+08:00Eye Of The Tiger As I recall what I saw in the exercise, I remembered only one thing. Survivor’s song entitled "Eye Of The Tiger". "It’s the eye of the tiger, it’s the thrill of the fight. Rising up to the challenge of our rival. And the last known survivor stalks its prey in the night and he’s watching us all with the eye of the tiger…". The song itself summarizes what I feel and think about Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1089032759205687362004-07-05T20:54:00.000+08:002004-07-05T21:05:59.206+08:00First Impressions Last...
Everyone has a past. We do things because of numerous reasons that others may or may not know. However, a lot of people believe that his/her actions in the past show who the person really is, but for me, that isn't true.
From personal experience and certain reflections and revelations, i realized that a person's past cannot necessarily determine who that person Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1088867171541727502004-07-03T23:05:00.000+08:002004-07-03T23:06:11.540+08:00“Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family,
Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars,
compact disc players, and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose
fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose
your friends.
Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece
suite on hire Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1083752202491707082004-05-05T18:02:00.000+08:002004-05-05T18:21:07.530+08:00The Butterfly Effect...
The flapping of a single butterfly's wing today produces a tiny change in the state of the atmosphere. Over a period of time, what the atmosphere actually does diverges from what it would have done. So, in a month's time, a tornado that would have devastated the Indonesian coast doesn't happen. Or maybe one that wasn't going to happen, does. (Ian Stewart, Does God Play Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1082136001666097122004-04-13T01:10:00.000+08:002004-04-17T01:24:00.950+08:00Identity Crisis…
I do not know who I am. I do not know what neither my weaknesses nor my strengths are. I do not know what my full potential is. I cannot trust my emotions at times since it has led me to bad situations in the past. I don’t know, maybe I could trust it at times.
I don’t know who I am. All I know for sure is what my friends tell me. I also know that I am not an open book. Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1082135203341236122004-04-10T01:05:00.000+08:002004-04-17T01:10:42.793+08:00Death…
Why do people have to die? Sure there are different reasons why people die. For instance, people die because of different crimes, others because of sicknesses, others of accidents, while others die of other causes.
I just finished watching the 2 episodes of season 2 of “Six Feet Under”, namely, episodes 14 and 15. It were the episodes where Nate (the elder of the 2 Fisher brothers) Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1077202094619891922004-02-19T22:45:00.000+08:002004-02-19T22:50:55.106+08:00An Excerpt from T.S. Eliot’s “The Hollow Men”
V
Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear, prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o’clock in the morning.
Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the shadow
For thine is the kingdom
Between the conception
And the creation
Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1077113802566685872004-02-18T22:15:00.000+08:002004-02-18T22:19:22.090+08:00Dang...
It’s been a while since I posted something here. Well, I know I’ve been posting some..."meaningful" stuff in the past...and well I just kinda lost inspiration somehow. Anyway…well, here I am...and for the first time, I’m going to write about what happened to me today. I woke up at..9 in the morning, i just wanted to stay in bed and sleep. i bet all of you felt this before :D and Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1072976413247993472004-01-02T00:36:00.000+08:002004-01-02T01:01:29.720+08:00Guns...
A lot of people die due to guns. yes, i know. you might be thinking about war, but no. even if you do not know about it, a lot of guns have been used to kill in your country, your city, even your own neighborhood.
guns are bad. yes, i know it sounds so cliche, however, i'm sorry to say that it is true. a lot of lives have been lost due to guns. some of them were used to kill "bad"Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1072798829266824832003-12-30T23:25:00.000+08:002003-12-30T23:40:46.480+08:0024...
well...lets just say...thats how long i was up last nyt and the previous night just because of a little show called 24. i watched the 1st season from 12mn...to 12mn...just like the timeline of the 1st season
and i watched the 2nd season...8 hours after the 1st season...(tulog eh) and started the 2nd season at 8am...like the show. i did this well...1st because my mom dared me to...(she Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1071318913535909702003-12-13T20:13:00.000+08:002003-12-13T20:38:24.966+08:00Higher...
World turns black and white
Pictures in an empty room
Your love starts fallin down
Better change your tune
Reach for the golden ring
Reach for the sky
Baby just spread your wings
Chorus:
We'll get higher and higher straight up we'll climb
We'll get higher and higher leave it all behind
Run, run, run, away
Like a train runnin off the track
The truth gets left Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1071151398612012612003-12-11T21:32:00.000+08:002003-12-11T22:03:31.333+08:00Life's a Game...
Cannot Stop The World...by Home Grown
Go on and tear this all apart.
Make sure to finish what you start.
Scratch the surface until it bleeds, then repeat.
Wear your tourniquet so thin that you will surely bleed again.
Tell me, what is it you've gained? Nothing.
Why can't you just move on?
And forget about the things that cannot be undone.
You can stop blaming yourself.
Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1071073700953223242003-12-10T23:58:00.000+08:002003-12-11T00:28:33.093+08:00dang...
ive been sleeping quite sound the past few days. maybe thats why i havent been posting quite as much...well, back to business.
i dont understand women. (who guy does?) i thought that i did, but when you think you do, they do something that makes you think. and personally, god, she's been making me think. i am not going to name names...
at the beginning of the sem, she has been Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1070894355811906852003-12-08T22:38:00.000+08:002003-12-08T22:39:27.263+08:00Alone…
It’s a pretty sad word. It’s a word that strikes fear in the hearts of many people. It brings depression and sorrow to the masses. It, well is evil.
I bet you have stayed up one night, wanting to talk to someone. You have always wanted to be with someone, just spend some time with someone. I bet you have been through nights where many things run through you head. Things you do not Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1069862040386575682003-11-26T23:15:00.001+08:002003-11-26T23:54:08.540+08:00Suicide...
Fact: rate of suicide in the philippines rises.
Fact: in the year 1993 alone, there have been 834 cases of suicide alone.
Fact: males are more prone to suicide than women.
Fact: the age group that is most affected by suicide is between 15-24 years of age.
Fact: you may help
teens are the most prone to suicide. i dont know why. all people have had suicidal tendencies one part of Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1069820073151297512003-11-25T23:49:00.000+08:002003-11-26T12:14:41.716+08:00Friends...
Okay, here's the thing...my classes ended pretty early. around 1030. we were planning on maybe going out for a movie(my block and i) after class and might even go for karaoke at octave in libis. quite a few of us went for the movie. we were wait...hmmm...9 altogether. we watched a movie and just hung out in the mall. we just bummed around talking about ordianry stuff like...you Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1069689168786220982003-11-24T23:31:00.000+08:002003-11-24T23:52:57.190+08:00A Smile...
What is a smile?...is it a movement of the muscles in your mouth used to show the teeth? well...there's more to it than just that.
a smile is a lot deeper than that. a smile is a powerful thing. a smile can make you feel happy. a smile can make you do things. a smile can make you feel things, you have never felt before. a smile can..well, get you through the darkest of days and Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1069686763493450502003-11-24T23:12:00.000+08:002003-11-25T00:01:45.060+08:00Duty
How do we know what we must do? like what tells us that we have to do something? ive been wondering about this for quite some time now...it started one day last semester. my lit teacher was telling us how his life couldve been if he wasnt a teacher. he said that he graduated m.e. and he like went to work for this company and that company and then went on to become a teacher. he said one wordNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1069686359995455262003-11-23T01:05:00.000+08:002003-11-25T00:02:53.040+08:00Who we are...
like what i have posted last night, ive been doing a lot of thinking. i just finished watching lord of the rings...the fellowship of the ring. i was so damn bored that i found a copy at home and i decided to watch it.
a specific line hit me. well not literally..duh! the movie showed it 2 times...(hahahahaha yep, i counted it...) it aws when gandalf was sitting in the mines of moriaNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124431.post-1069686402063059212003-11-22T00:05:00.000+08:002003-11-25T00:03:54.103+08:0012:05
hay naku..eto nanaman ako...hating gabi gising pa. i dont know what the hell to do. i'm bored. i have been thinking about a lot of stuff. you know like, what if i made different choices in the different problems i had. like, what if i did this earlier, what if i did this instead?...you know, like what would i be right now.
i've been thinking about a lot of stuff. like what i am afraid of. Nikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16688765835599817032noreply@blogger.com0