"You thought I was a little girl,you thought I was a little mouse.
You thought you'd take me by surprise. . . now I'm here burning down your house."
- Not My Idea, Garbage






Hera

The queen of the Olympian deities and was worshipped as the goddess of marriage and birth. Hera is the most beautiful of all immortals, even more beautiful than Aphrodite.

. . . and that's just the name. ;-)


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    Why I Went to The Woods
    H.D. Thoreau
    I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and to be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion.

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    Tuesday, December 21, 2004
    disclaimer

    the problem with writing, my dear mary jane, is that all the things in your head somehow manage to be different once converted into words. that’s the very reason why I believe that there are things better left unsaid or unwritten. therefore as a disclaimer, please know that every word written here will somehow be a bit distant from the pure content of my head. how far it is will simply depend on how well my mind expands at the moment in terms of vocabulary. there are a several factors at play like numbness of my brain, level of pissed-offness, or silent joys that i occasionaly experience. of course, mary jane, you have to know that i am no communications major so pardon the grammar.


    that being said, i'd like to remind you dear mary jane that just because you read every word written here, never assume that you know everything about me.

     


    Posted at 01:15 pm by heratic

    hera
    January 17, 2005   08:02 PM PST
     
    haha! :) meron din akong mp3 ng kantang yan. it's "birthday song". ang pinakamagandang romantic song forever and ever! try ko i-embed dito pag natuto na akong mag embed ng mp3. :)
    gabgabgab
    January 16, 2005   06:02 AM PST
     
    nakapag-download na ako ng mp3. may lyrics na rin sa "lyrical poetry" blog ko. wahaha. tapos kahapon, narinig ko pa ang kanta habang nasa biyahe ako. naalala kita, syempre. woohoo!
    gabgabgab
    January 15, 2005   02:52 AM PST
     
    hey, i know that song. and it makes perfect sense. i'll go find it and read the whole thing, and of course, sing it. lalala lalalala.
    hera
    January 13, 2005   01:18 PM PST
     
    yeah... i'm reminded of this song by Don McLean: "if i could say the things i feel, i wouldn't be the same. some things are not spoken of, some things have no name".
    gabgabgab
    January 12, 2005   02:50 AM PST
     
    "the problem with writing is that all the things in your head somehow manage to be different once converted into words." ...i so agree. and i couldn't think of a better way to say it. you've hit the mark and effortlessly at that. this is something that i know i already know but failed to point my finger on. i so want to kiss you right now. mwah!
     

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