I know this sharing of shame will ensure that I won't forget myself so easily.

Dancing with the feet is one thing.

But dancing with the heart is another.

Dance to the limit.

My Life.
Who cares?

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The Verve - Bittersweet Symphony

We share a culture, same vernacular

Love of physical humor and time spent alone

You with your penchant for spontaneous advents

For sticky unrests be unearthed and then gone

You are a gift renaissance with a wink

With tendencies for conversations that raise bars

You are a sage who is fueled by compassion

comes to nooks and crannies as balm for all scars

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Khara is my name.

My name is Khara.

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"The Dancer believes that his art has something to say which cannot be expressed in words or in any other way than by dancing... there are times when the simple dignity of movement can fulfill the function of a volume of words.
There are movements, which impinge upon the nerves with a strength that is incomparable, for movement has power to stir the senses and emotions, unique in itself. This is the dancer's justification for being, and his reason for searching further for deeper aspects of his art."

~Doris Humphrey, 1937

Hobbies and Interests:

dancing
stars
ate
titig sa sky
black pink! white
cookies and cream
ate
movie and food trip
star gazing
ate
travelling
lakbay kalikasan

Favorite books:

Angels and Demons
Tuesdays with Morrie
Abnkkbsnplako
Ang Paboritong Libro ni Hudas
Alamat ng Gubat
The Alchemist
The Magic Circle
Calvin and Hobbes
Fruitcake

Favorite Movies:

Center Stage
Save the Last Dance
You Got Served
Honey
If Only
Serendipity
Cruel Intentions
Under the Tuscan Sun
Big Fish
Shutter
Series of Unfortunate Events
Prince and Me
The Butterfly Effect
City of Angels

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Thursday, March 30, 2006

GRAD NA!

Graduation Day

March 30, 2006

Graduation na but I really can't feel it. I woke up late for this day and did nothing. Nga pala, I went to Batch E's graduation at Claret. Ayun, I saw some friends. Wooohoo!! Ggraduate na pala kami. That's where I felt na I am really graduating. Mark. Cj. And some friends�.yesss!!!

Ayun, it rained pala. Badtrip. So I went home raining. Good thing it stopped when I took off from the jeepney. Anyway, I prepared for my graduation. Took a bath. Fixed myself. And went to school with tita, kat and paolo. I was also expecting my dad to attend my graduation day. I really wish my mom would come. Pero wala eh. Di talaga pwede..

Graduation na. I marched with my aunt and paolo, with katreena taking our picture. Then we had our mass and graduation ceremonies. Yesss!!! Diploma, done. Loyalty award, done. Denise, Cath, Eckang and I got the Best in Dancing Award. "ang award na inaasam-asam, nakuha rin�." Then, we were asked to give our diplomas to our parents. I was really shocked when I saw my dad. Wheeew. He even gave my a bouquet of flowers. I totally cried when my aunt hugged me�parng biglang nakita ko si mommy�" then, cath's parents also hugged me. That's when I really cried na�and!!!!!!!! Ate came!!!! Wooooohoooh!!! I was really surprised. I didn't really thought of that. That made my day. Daddy, Tita, Paolo, Katreena, Ate, My Berks, My Batchmates, My Alma Mater. Everyone and everything was there, on that special day. Ate Analyn gave us, her riders, a bouquet of roses, which is the sweetest thing she had ever done for us. Waaah!!! Mamimiss kita ate analyn!!!!! J CJ was also there!!! Ang dakilang inatay, nakahabol!!! He even brought with him his camera�astig. Parang professional photographer lang ang dating ah. Hahaha! He also had 14 piercings na. Wooow! I also bumped into some friends. Friends from the lower levels, from outside, from anywhere. Hehe! I will surely miss them�.. K

After the graduation, we ate at TGI Friday's. define superbusog�eto yun eh! Wahahaha! Tita, also gave me a gift. Enjoy!!! We came home at around 10pm na�..i really wish nanay is here�.. J

Posted at 08:47 pm by kharapolo

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