Lalaine Lim(12/15/2008 7:05:43 PM): ANG LABO DIBA NAGHOLDING HANDS NA KAMI AT PINADAAN NIYA AKO SA ILALIM NG ( Read more... )

Saturday classes robbed me of my weekend. I don't think I'll last until summer, damn.

Can't believe my luck. Last Saturday, I bumped into Khei at the train and we caused quite a commotion when we hugged and did all the things people who haven't seen each other for a year do. Then today I saw Benson, as in the Xiamen study tour pianist Benson, whom I haven't had any contact since the summer of '03. We actually managed to exchange the ( Read more... )

A while ago, some engineering students I've overheard at the train actually failed to convert 100 centimeters to its equivalent in meters; now, my sister tells me that one of her teachers asked her class to bring transcripts of Twilight-related interviews of Robert Pattinson (with his photograph printed on another sheet of bond paper) for tomorrow' ( Read more... )

I think I finally understood what they've been trying to tell me all these years, because no matter how much I view the world with eyes wide open, this cultural disparity and racial prejudice won't be ending anytime soon.

Last week I wrote a poem in my sleep and even won an award for it; Last night I composed a song and hummed it till breakfast. But thing is, i forgot to write it down. Again ( Read more... )

Sometimes when I look into your eyes, I see a future so perfect it's scary. Good thing I know it will never happen. I hope it will never happen.

What are we but our stories?

It must be the season of bereavement. Everyone seems to be mourning over something or someone somehow. The air has been made putrid with the pungent smell of decay; we look over our shoulder ever so often, attempting in vain to catch Death, who lingers stealthily and patiently in the shadows to catch us when we least expect it ( Read more... )

I see myself reflected in her panic stricken eyes ( Read more... )