In bloom

So here I am at the Learning Resource Unit of the building. I was thinking of making a really nice update but alas, I am just not in the mood to write. Hehe.

Life's been pretty good. I've felt so content these past weeks. And yes I have someone to thank for that.

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Oh, Valentine's day came and went. I'm not really the type to celebrate that day but I was really disappointed when I heard that I missed this thing the guys in our class did for the girls. (disappointed to the point of tears, haha) They gave each girl a rose. Awww. We had absolutely no idea that they were up to something. Plus when they were giving the roses the glee club started singing "Ikaw" in the hallway. But heck I wasn't there so how would I know. I had to go from UST to Makati to submit blood samples to the laboratory for our research then go back to UST for a quiz. Nice.

Oh. I realized that girls really like receiving flowers, even if they say they don't. And there's something about getting flowers in public. Hehehe.

Sock it to me.

unbeknownst | 01:27 PM

Can I just stare at you?

I told myself that it'll be a great year. So far, nothing has happened to make me say otherwise. Yey!

Let's just say that in my case, the "no news is good news" thing applies.

Sock it to me.

unbeknownst | 01:49 AM

It just won't go where I want it.

I'm supposed to copy and paste the first sentence(s) from my first entry of each month this past year. I chose the last sentences instead. They're more interesting.

January: Yeah, 2005, I'm off and running. Whoopdeedoo.

February: One day, bitch. One day.

March: Life's been blah. So -- blah, blah.

April: I'll just have to do better next time.

May: I'm so happy.

Maybe... so am I.

June: Misinterpretation sucks, doesn't it?

July: I still think it was good.

August: Bisaya never sounded that good.

September: Pessimism? No. It's realism. There's a difference.

October: I don't know how to crop.

November: Moderation is always the key. Moderation plus good sense and a sound knowledge of grammar.

December: I just hope you know when fate ends and you actually doing something begins.

Sock it to me.

unbeknownst | 08:16 PM

Even more cryptic

That was pretty weird.

If you think about it, when you get hurt, it’s your ego that suffers, not the so-called feelings.

I almost forgot I was in front of a lot of people. I almost rolled my eyes. In disgust, maybe? Hah.

It was a blessing that others were there – others to take my mind off that. Yeah, that.

I don’t know if he lacks the sensitivity or is just plain too friendly for his own good. Nahh. I think it’s the former.

Bah. What do I know.

I have to quit writing about it because it shouldn’t really matter. It shouldn’t. I can’t blame him for anything. I can’t even say that he lied. He sent mixed signals, oh yes, that he did. But he was up front about that one thing. So, kudos to him.

The point to this really pointless entry is: I can’t wait for 2006.

Have a more exciting new year everyone!!!

Things are looking up. I can feel it.

Sock it to me.

unbeknownst | 07:13 PM

Somber

I finally finished reading The Weight of Water by Anita Shreve. I love the images and textures her words conjure.

...

"We stand in that posture, the clouds moving fast overhead. There is, I think, an intimacy between us, an intimacy I will not know again. A perfect, terrible intimacy -- without guilt, without worry, without a future."

Sock it to me.

unbeknownst | 12:37 AM