I'm in school right now. I was suppose to meet one of our professors but he had to do something and cancelled. Instead of going somewhere else, I decided to spend a few minutes wandering around the campus. The last time I was here was during the graduation practice. There were a few classmates hanging out by the zen then. Now, looking through the glass in the library, I can't see any. Eventually the familiar faces of students will slowly diminish as new students come in next month. Until the time comes when the only people who will remember me every time I visit will be the secretaries or the guards that will ask for my ID when they never did before.

An old friend said that there are some places... and I guess some people too, that when you say goodbye to, you know deep inside that you're never going to see again. There are goodbyes that are forever, permanent, even if you know they're just out there... in India or Vietnam. We will valiantly try to keep in touch, putting up an eGroup and leaving messages in their blogs until we'll all be too caught up with our lives.

I didn't want to believe this. But I guess, it's true. Because I know there are some classmates that I'll never see again. Not that I don't want to, but because life is like that.

Life will happen to all of us.

Celebrity Thoughts

I ran across my friend's blog and she has links to celebrities' blogs. I scanned through them and I was impressed! I've always underestimated people in showbiz. I always think they're flighty people with nothing between their ears. Maybe bad to generalize. Glad to be proven wrong by these people.

I enjoyed reading Jim Paredes' blog. He has an entry there about his son Mio. It always gets me when a father talks about his children with pride. His daughter Ala also has a blog. She posted some of her artworks too. Again... impressed. But I guess I shouldn't be... this family after all went to Ateneo. Hah!

I also ran across Paula Paralejo and Lucky Manzano's blogs. Lucky has a lot of poetries there. Pretty good too.

Apparently this blogging thing is REALLY contagious.

My Chocolate dream melts... Part Deux

I won't attempt to make guys understand the importance of a warehouse sale...

It's a different level of sale.

It cannot be compared to a mall sale.

I won't even attempt to make guys understand the importance of finding the right pair of jeans that hugs our butts a certain way. Or flares a certain way. Or rides our hips a certain way.

So being depressed because I can't go to this sale is perfectly acceptable.

I'm so depressed I think I need a cigarette!

My Chocolate dream melts...

The Chocolate wharehouse sale is tomorrow and I'm getting depressed coz I've been waiting months for it but I can't afford to buy anything coz I'm broke. And I've reached my quota on my mom's credit card. Even reached my quota on MY credit card.

Those Mink jeans really made my butt look good.

This is one of those moments I wish I was working.

THE GOOD KIND - One Tree Hill OST

Do you wanna run away together?'
I would say it was your best line ever.
Too bad I fell for it...
And I walked along,
Waiting for you to come along.
Take my tortured heart by the hand.
And write me off.

Do you know I cry?
Do you know I die?
Do you know I cry?
And it's not the good kind...

You forced me to become strong.
And I just cried, being weak.
And you think you know.
And I would like to think so,
But do you know that when you go,
I fall apart.

Do you know I cry?
Do you know I die?
Do you know I cry?
And it's not the good kind.
No, it's not the good kind...

I'm tired of hiding behind these lying eyes,
I'm tired of this smile that even I don't recognize.

Do you know I cry?
Do you know I die?
Do you know I cry?
Do you know I cry?
And it's not the good kind...

Do you know I cry?
Do you know I die?
Do you know I cry?
Do you know I cry?
And it's not the good kind...
No, you're not the good kind.
Good kind
No, you're not the good kind.
Good kind
No, you're not the good kind.

The heaven is crying tonight...

... and its making me so happy. I immediately ran out to my terrace and listened as the first minutes of rain fell. Not that I'd want the summer season to finally end. But the sound and smell of rain always reminded me of my childhood... playing in the rain, eating champorado, and just simply staying in my room tucked in bed with a trashy romance novel to keep me company.

It makes me think of the heaven washing away all the dirt and grime in the world. A feeling of hope that eventually, everything will be okay.

Or the souls of heartbroken godesses crying for their lost love. And the only thing they could do was weep.

It's been an hour and the rain hasn't stopped yet. I think I'm finally going to sleep well tonight.

The Devil Wears Prada...

Ever since my six-year relationship ended the first time, I can count in one hand the times I've gone to mass. During the troubling times of our break up, Tini found solace in his faith. And I think, I lost mine. Even when we weren't together anymore, Tini would encourage me to go to mass, either with him or alone. I always found an excuse not to go. But the more he tried to convince me to go, the more I didn't want to.

Typical me... the more I'm pushed... the more I pull away.

But I was never a religious person to begin with. I found my own style of praying, of worshipping, of being one of Him.

I want to go to mass because my heart is answering His call.

I want to go to mass because I want to.

I will go to mass again... but in my own time. For me, praying is more spiritual than religious. I'd feel even worse going to mass without my heart in it. But I think I'm slowly finding my way back. Surprisingly, it's because of Tini. Maybe working on being at peace with each other helps.

I was talking to a friend about how much we admire people who have so much passion in their faith... I told her we have the same level of passion only on clothes, make up, and boys...

C: we're probably be going straight to hell... pero fashionable nga lang!
A: tayo yung bound to hell girls in LV bag, Burberry coats, and etc etc