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Tuesday, June 27, 2006

It's not just a class
Survivor that's what I am. Finally, I am a junior, 2 more years and I am through with high school. Imagine spending 6 years of your life in high school. I guess I'm sick of it since all my friends are college students and I'm still stuck in high school.

To be honest, I'm going to miss my English teacher. He might have given me heaps of work and I might have complained once in awhile and didnt meet his expectations, I still learned a lot of things from him. After all he was my teacher for two years. He made me see that there is a bigger world out there. You see, he kept saying that we, teenagers, are too consumed with ourselves, we tend to forget that there is something greater right in front of us.

Anyone out there who knows a good book? I've been extremely busy with my English class that I haven't read any good books lately. I'm craving for something new anything is good. I just hate those romance novels; I personally don't like Nora Roberts even if I haven't tried her books. Reading a book is a safe haven for me; I forget the things around me and it may seem cheesy or lame but whenever I read a book it's a new adventure not the same old life I live in everyday.

2:11 PM
Sunday, June 18, 2006

Heart Warming
I've learned something today. Instrumental songs kept popping out every time I browsed for something else. Some of those songs were the pieces I've played in the piano when I was a kid. I've learned that no matter how long you haven't played that song, each time you hear it the notes just simply pops back into your mind. For instance, I don't remember the title but when I heard it I started humming the notes, then it hit me that I used to play it all the time when I was a kid. When I heard them and other instrumental songs I realized how I want to play the piano so bad again. It was heart warming when I remembered the notes. It's amazing how a simple song can trigger something. Each time I hear a song played by the piano I just want to play the piano so bad that I get emotional since I miss playing so bad. I get too occupied by the piece that I forget where I am (drama mo tlga), it just swallows you whole.

9:13 PM
Monday, June 12, 2006

Paradox?
I've read an article saying that "DaVinci Code" is one of the most controversial movies, top one is Mel Gibson's "Passion" What I want to say is why are they making such a big fuss over the book? Yes, it shouts blasphemy, I've read the book and I admit I liked it; it opened another side of Jesus' life. The book shows Jesus' mortal side, that he too is human like us. "DaVinci Code" isn't the first book published in this world stating that Jesus is mortal. So why do they get over worked up about the damn thing, there's another book called "The Holy Grail and Holy Blood" by Michael Baigent, Richard Leigh, and Henry Lincoln, saying that Jesus and Mary Magdalene had a kid.

These kinds of books confront a person's faith; whether he or she believes it or not doesn't matter. What matters is the person's faith. So what, if Jesus had a child or got married, that doesn't change anything; he is still Jesus who sacrificed himself to save humanity (dramatic effect). Another thing I hate about others is that they think they are so smart just because they read the damn book ahahaha

I'm pouring all my frustration on my blog ahahaha STRESS STRESS STRESS. Two weeks ago my friend found a strand of white hair ahahaha that's evidence that I'm overworking myself ahahaha. oooooh I hate it when my clasmates whine just becuase my teacher gave us a report or something. I just want to tell them to just shut their effing mouth and do the damn work (sama eh ahahaha)

I want to make Madeleines. I don't really know how to describe it. I think it's between a biscuit and a cookie. The first time I heard about it was on Marcel Proust's novel "In Search of Lost Time," so, it got my attention. In the novel, the narrator's memories of childhood are awakened by the aroma and taste of a madeleine dipped in tea. I wonder what my Madeleine is ahahaha, what will trigger my childhood memories? I'm sure everyone of us has something that reminds us of our childhood; whether it is a drink, a certain smell, or a cookie (drama mo ahahaha)

10:00 PM
SOMETHING

-Music is my refuge. I could crawl into the spaces between the notes and curl my back to loneliness-

-It is cruel you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness and of pain, of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature, and everlasting beauty of monotony -

-Maybe... maybe emotions become so intense your body just can't contain it. Your mind and your feelings become too powerful... and your body weeps.-

-When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares-

-Don't be dismayed at good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again after a moment or lifetime is certain for those who are friends-

-In every human heart is a place where you put your broken dreams. When something doesn't work out, no matter what it may be, you just have to give it up and stuff it In with your other broken dreams. And make sure to keep the lid tight-

-Life's complexities are also life's source of beauty. We should all have to cry at one point to appreciate how it feels to laugh again, and crumble down and be broken so that you can be whole again-

-Words shrink things that seem timeless when they are in your head to no more than living size when they are brought out-

-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-

-We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love-