Thursday, August 30, 2007 |
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im not okay
..I will be.
Friday, August 17, 2007 |
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Past 2 weeks:
Im busy (can I just say that?)
Reading books & some news.
Scrutinizing Michael Scofield
And Internet (which is fucked right now maybe because of the typhoon "egay") haaaaar.
what else?
Pam’s lola died last Friday. (August 10, 2007)
Sorry to hear that, zoobud.
Friday, Saturday and Sunday – we were there. And we didn’t sleep.. at all. :-)
It was fun since ive learned how to play the famous and for the oldies –“Mahjong.”
Thanks to Pam’s dad and the queen of mahjong. None other than Yen.
Haaay. Its not that hard to understand.. the game is more of like Tong-its. Actually, it’s a way easier.. Just have to deal with chow, pong and kong. Ha,ha!
Hmmm.
We played cards, cards, mahjong and with Julianna. That kid (jana) is really hilarious and she’s a real charm! Haha! she has this different kind of vigor and everyone adores this little girl especially when you see her “shake it to the left, shake it to the right..” Gosh. Willy Revillame sure has made a big brunt on our today’s gen. Be a Good girl, Jana! :-D
Yen and Pam slept (for an hour or two) ..Nelly and I –haha! had a blast making kwento til the break of dawn. Well, story of our lives.. blahblah. We’re absolutely craaaazy! Nevermind those daydreaming things. Ha,ha! I told you, im really weird. But its fun.
That day was sabaw. I got home at 4pm. No sleep. Wish I could catch up with my rhythm.
Then, having a hard time sleeping. maybe because ive been thinking of my "lost purse". garsh. I have 9k dun. sooo. sayang talaga. nakakahinayang. ilang tops and havies din yun. :'(( Im just hoping na na-misplaced ko lang.. which is quite impossible. huhuhu. well, isang reason ko din yun kung bakit 4days straight nasa house lang ako. Mygod, im BROKE! Oh, may typhoon pa pala.2 reasons.. not bad.
this is stupid ..its just so hard na mag-trust sa mga kasambahay. and its even harder na magbintang. Help me LORD!
We watched a movie kanina and nilibre ako ni Trixie ng food and movie ticket. Yey! Cos she knows that her ate is poor. huhuhu We're supposed to attend Victory pero cancelled. waaah.
That's it.
Wednesday, August 08, 2007 |
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Oh, sunlight.
Finally, the rain has come. No more drought. Haha! Though im not so sure if I totally love/hate this season.. Sure, the dark side of coffee is love. DVD marathon (augh. back to my Orange County-madness! McDreamy is doing Mcnasty with Mchottie? that McBastard! Prisonbreak, etseterassss). Watching movies (thanks, quiapo!). Online all-day,all-night til dawn (more of a bum's life..I guess). Piggin out. Reading non-fiction books (most interesting, I should say). blahblah..
Yesterday, I read a bunch of testimonials. Testi, remember? Proof that im effin bohored. Soo. It was cool. Rainy days just make super duper nostalgic. Haha! Those were the kabaduyan days, wodetianfu, ginuny (- yen, translate!) gimmicks, night-outs, kwentuhans, boys, on or before june24, dancefloor.. some were just cheese, about problems, lovelife..
Try reading your testimonials (from the first one upto the latest! Too bad I wasn't able to all of 'em again..) but I will. And Its fun to browse and read all your kalokohans and stuff for the past years.
Mygosh. We've been through alot, my friends.. Thanks for keepin it gay. Loveya'll.
So, Maybe.. I just love rainy days.
Monday, August 06, 2007 |
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I think alot.
I wanna scream and cry. Okay, too shallow.
Its just so hard to pretend that everythings fine.
..when they're actually not.
Things will never be the same. (I guess)
Pardon me.
Friday, August 03, 2007 |
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Brink of Despair.
A young woman with shining eyes starts telling me the story. To begin with there was the city wall. The wall remained, but one part of it was used to build a chapel. Many years passed, and thr chapel became a church. Another century passed, and the church became a Gothic cathedral. The cathedral had had its moments of glory, there had been structural problems, for a time it had been abandoned, then restoration work had distorted the whole shape of the building, but each generation thought it had solved the problem and would rework the original plans.
Thus, in the centuries that followed, they raised a wall here, took down a beam there, added a buttress over there, created or bricked up stained-glass windows.
And the cathedral withstood it all.
I walk through the skeleton of the cathedral, studying the restoration work currently being carried out: this time the architects guarantee that they have found the prefect solution. Everywhere there are metal supports, scaffolding, grand theories about what to do next, and some criticism about what ws done in the past.
And suddenly, in the middle of the central nave, I realize something very important: the cathedral is me, it is all of us. We are all growing and changing shape, we notice certain weaknesses that need to be corrected, we don't always choose the best solution, but we carry on regardless, trying to remain upright and decent, in order to do honor not to the walls or the doors or the windows, but to the empty space inside, the space where we worship and venerate what is dearest and most important to us.
Yes, we are all cathedrals, there is no doubt about it; but what lies in the empty space of my inner cathedral?