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And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love if it does NOT exist
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 Hear thee.
I'm sixteen, but definitely not sweet. Currently facing (and loathing) my freshman college life as an AB Broadcast Journalism student. I have a tendency to be lost in my imaginations and daydreams. I'm sarcastic. I cuss. I'm moody. I have my fair share of complexities - though I sometimes think I got too many. Likes: Books, Country and Punk Rock music, Gossip Girl, Grey's Anatomy, Red, 19th century era, Chace Crawford, Jacob Black, trivias, chocolates Dislikes: Slow and sentimental songs, Harry Potter, Bella Swan, predictable telenovelas here in the Philippines, Justin Bieber, Math, Any kind of sports, K-Pop I don't know what I want. So don't ask me coz I'm still trying to figure it out.
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Saturday, September 19, 2009
Your Grace. My Lord. Comments: 0 comments | Leave a Comment
Something about me favors novels that depicts 19th century era. I don't know. There's a freakishly enticing stuff about that particular era that brings me to an entire hype of imagining the ladies being too proper and lady-like. The gentlemen being so commanding and powerful. The balls and parties everyone seems to attend to. The elegant clothes they wore. Everything seems so formal and magical. It's like transcending to a fairy-tale world where Dukes and Duchesses and Lords and Princesses (and arrange marriages, as well) existed. Which is probably the reason why I loved - no, worshipped :P - Judith McNaught's novel, Whitney, My Love. I SWEAR I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF IT! I cried. I laughed. I get giddy and kilig even more than effin Twilight did. It's a must-read novel. The kind wherein you thought it's going to be alright and then a complication starts and the happy ending just goes Poof! and then you will realize you're wrong and it turns out to be a happy ending after all. There's a lot of twists and turns and there are actually a lot of parts that you will hate the main characters but I figured out it adds spice to the story. It kept me at the edge of my seat, wondering if Whitney and Clayton would end up together. There are times I wanted to throw the book because Whitney is so hard-headed and Clayton being so ill-tempered and misunderstanding but a book causing you that much emotion is indeed a good book, right? It's not like any other book that couples meet and they fall in love and everything just becomes so boring after that. This novel will make you watch two people become acquaintances, enemies, then friends and eventually lovers. Okay, I admit Iam a sucker for romance novels. But all in all, the book is really great. What with the handsome duke with the intense gray eyes and a certain power and force around him, but a madman when it comes to love. Oh My. Books are so unfair! Why do they have to make you envision a perfect man? Dammit. But really, I've finally decided I'm gonna buy Judith McNaught's every existing book (Hehe.). And since Whitney, My Love is something I borrowed from a friend, I'm gonna buy that one too! And repeat it all over again once I have my own copy. :)Lo and Behold! (Hahahaha!) As I was watching MYX this evening and they suddenly showed Love Story by Taylor Swift (for the hundredth time), it dawned on me that somehow this music video reminds me of those 19th century novels that I've read. Their clothes and the ball shown in the video made me think about it. And the way Justin Gaston looking like some sort of prince, even if I don't like him. Well, I actually do like him a bit when he broke up with Miley "Disney Princess" Cyrus. Or so I thought. "I close my eyes and the flashback starts I'm standing there on the balcony of summer-air See the lights See the party, the ball gowns.." Labels: corny moments, love, reading sickness Sunday, September 13, 2009
Funny without even trying. Comments: 0 comments | Leave a Comment
Me: Bakit kaya kailangan pa ng pusa?Mama: Wala lang.. Para may ngumiyaw don. (Our conversation that just happened a while ago. Pertaining to a movie entitled Nasaan Ka Man.) You might not find this funny but I really really DO. Perhaps it's the way she said it - casual, uncaring, in a matter-of-fact tone. She's funny without even trying to be one. So I'm finally sure that I got most of her genes. Hahahaha. :) Labels: blah blahs, corny moments, weird Monday, September 7, 2009
We will miss you forever, Ka Erdie. Comments: 0 comments | Leave a Comment
 Eversince I was a child, it has been my dream to meet him, to hold his hand, to let him touch my head - I only see this scenarios through our Iglesia Ni Cristo television channel and through pictures at the Pasugo. I dreamed of attending church with him as the officiating minister. Never did it ever crossed my mind that I won't have a chance to fulfill these dreams anymore. It was Tuesday when we learned about his passing. I was very happy at school - laughing and talking to my friends and then I went home and received the sad news. It was a shock. I can't speak. I just stared at the television - witnessing my numerous INC members crying. It was all too hard to accept. It felt like someone dear and close to me passed away. The thought of him gone, the thought of not being able to see him again teaching the words of God at our churches - it is too hard. I was very determined to see him even for the last moment. And seeing him for the first time - and last - was overwhelming and sad at the same time. I did not realize I was crying, then. I just bowed my head and prayed to God to thank Him for giving Ka Erdie to us. I will be forever grateful to that. Eventhough I did not had the chance of holding his hand, his memory and caring for us will forever be in my heart. I did not mind how long I waited in line just to see him. I did not mind how hungry I became on that particular day. All I can ever think about was just to see him. Whatever we went through when we visited him can never surpass the amount of how he cared for us. "Our church is not Ka EraÑo Manalo's church. It is God's church." We will miss you forever Ka Erdie! Until we all meet again. Labels: dramas, Iglesia Ni Cristo, Ka EraÑo Manalo, love |
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But darling,
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