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We'll walk awhile,
we'll talk awhile
Feel my love
Always there beside you
Be the one
I know you'll tell me everything
You are the one
I cherish more than anything
I love you more than you'll ever know
I love you more than you'll ever see
More than my heart could ever show
I love you more than you'll ever know
Think of me
And know that I'll believe in you
There'll always be
This precious time together
With every tear
A love so strong
No words could ever say
A love to last forever
I love you more than you'll ever know
I love you more than you'll ever see
more than my heart could ever show
I love you more than you'll ever know
I guess there’s no need to explain the meaning behind this song (it’s definitely obvious).
“And just like an answered prayer, I turned around and found you there. :)”
--to this person, I just want to say THANK YOU, really. :)
*no doubt, I’m definitely in love. :)*
- Mood:
loved - Music:more than you'll ever know
- Mood:
calm
Found below are the people who made me happy for the past 6 days. Without them, I would never look the same way to Baguio as I did when I spent my “getaway” days there.
Ms. Filipina Malapad
Our Economics teacher and adviser of Supreme Student Government. I never thought she would get along with us really well. After all, she is our teacher. And yet, she was more like a “barkada” to us when we were there. Thank you. :)
Miguel Lorenzo Yorro
My antagonist. Haha. We were always fighting and teasing each other. He even swore he would give me a “physical shock” one of these days. Haha. He stayed for only 3 days (due to his oh-so-beloved choir. Grr). I really missed him after that. And that’s the good thing about Miguel. You could tease and torment and mock him, yet, you’ll find yourself attached to him more. He really is a good friend. Thank you. :)
Aldrin Jan Evangelista
Our “tatay”. Haha. He was the leader of the group, the president of SSG, the “little” mayor of Muntinlupa. You could always find him rolling like a ball on the floor. And I find it cute. Haha. You wouldn’t think that that guy on the floor is a born leader. We always follow him wherever he goes and whatever he says. Dunno, there’s some kind of aura in him in which you’ll just feel that you have to follow. Aside from that, he was also one of my “kaaway” there. Haha. He mimics my laughter with utmost preciseness. And I hate it. Haha. Everytime he does that, I can’t help but laugh harder and he would mimic me again and again and again until I’m out of breath. He went home a day earlier due to “leadership call”. Without him, the house somewhat became quieter than usual. I never thought we would be that close. Thank you. :)
John Ken Andal
Although he would always be found with Joyce, we still had the chance to talk to him once in a while. He NEVER smiles during picture takings. Hahahaha. He was also considered as one of the gentlemen of the group. And oh, he’s always the first one to say “may fog na!” He was always there when you needed something. He changed a lot. I always thought that I already knew him (considering he was my classmate for 7 years) but for the past 6 days, I felt like I was discovering the true Ken or the evolved Ken. And for that, thank you. :)
Laurence Reyes
One of the jokers. We always find him smiling and laughing from the biggest humor to the tiniest mistake of others. He was jolly, always jolly. He’s still the same Lolo I met 6 years ago. Our attitudes and likes always match. Even the amount of money left in our pockets after the trip was the same. Haha. Coincidence or not, I’m still thankful I had the chance to spent some of my days with him after a long time of separation *sniff*. Thank you. :)
Nicko Caluya
The object of discrimination. He was the igorot of the group (we’re racists, you know). Yeah, we tease each other, but when it comes to tormenting Caluya, we unite the strongest. He’s a monster, an abomination, and above all, a SELFISH igorot. Why? Go ask him. I still have hard feelings about that. Hmpft. Just to even out everybody, I’ll still say Thank you. The trip’s not going to be that fun without you. Another thank you for that. :)
Athena Rhae Bisnar
One of the “Dinglee” contenders (remember, he’s mine! Haha. =p)
(*Dinglee – The PIO of National Supreme Student Government who’s proud to be a full-blooded igorot. :D)
She’s awesome. Somebody told her that she’s a Michelle Madrigal look alike and she was like “uhh, yeah, thanks..” Haha. She was also the first one to sleep, always. XD Unlike some of the girls in school, she was not under pretense. She’s a real friend and a true person which is really hard to find. For letting me be your friend and for making all of us happy, thank you. :)
Marie Joyce Maglipon
Joyce was…well, Joyce. Always complaining about the food, the weather, the long line in Albert Hall, the long walk, and just about everything. And I can’t help but agree with her. They were not just simple complains, though. The food was REALLY bad, the weather was REALLY cold, the line was REALLY long (longer than those of NFA rice stalls), and the walk was REALLY tortuous. It’s just that no one dared to say them out loud except for Joyce. And that’s what I like about her. She says whatever she wants regardless of anyone who might hear her. “To hell with the world” could be her motto. Haha. :) Aside from that, we were always on the look out for igorots. Oh yeah, we ADORE igorots. She’s also a contender of Dinglee (he’s mine! haha!). And uhh, do I have to say thanks for the friendship? Because that would sound really repetitive. Guess I’ll end it by saying I’m honored to be your bestfriend. :)
--For the past 6 days, I had discovered myself more. I was able to explore one place in the outside world, away from school and away from home. I was able to make friends to those people whom I just pass by and not even look at in school. If anyone would ask me, what did I learn from the National Leadership Training and was the 4,800 worth it? I would answer: I learned nothing from the training and the 4,800 was not worth it. The training was more like a “common sense”. What I truly learned in that seminar was how to make friends with other people and how to respect them (yeah, I made friends from the OTHER regions including those in the Mindanao and Visayas.) I already know how to be a leader and I don’t need some celebrity or guest speaker to tell me about that, thank you. What I need is a time to apply what I know and what I have learned which I was able to do. I was able to experience how to be a true leader and how to be a good follower. And lastly, I was able to realize that there really are lots of good or even better leaders in other regions than in NCR alone. And I want to be like them. I want to be recognized too. I want to be someone whom everyone would look up to someday. I want to be someone whom they would call “Leader” and whom they would seek help to. And someday, I know I would be. :)
Other matters:
--Haha. You should have been there. It was really one of your biggest mistakes –changing your decision in the last minute. I was depressed when Nicko told me you won’t be coming anymore. Maybe the Baguio trip would be better with you there. Or maybe not. Because I can’t imagine how it would be better if it was already the best. “Open your eyes and see the world” I said to myself. There were a lot of good-looking leaders there and I can’t afford myself sticking to one person whom I think is not even suitable for me. Haha. We still have 6 months of school together , though, you could still change. Haha. :D
Back to the topic:
--I’m not capable of telling what happened during the seminar…of who were the celebrities and guest speakers who spoke and sang there. But I was able to tell you of how my outlooks in life changed. And if anyone would ask me, “How’s your trip to Baguio?” I would say, “It was like paradise…unforgettable.”
--Okay, I may sound repeptitive, but I want to thank again those people who helped me change my perspective. The 4,800 was nothing compared to the happiness they brought me. I don’t know if we would still treat each other the same way as we did in Baguio. And I don’t know if the trip was really that memorable for them. But I want to say that I love you guys, really.
And thank you…so much. :D <3
- Mood: happy
- Music:ang sarap dito by project 1
Found below are the people who made me happy for the past 6 days. Without them, I would never look the same way to Baguio as I did when I spent my “getaway” days there.
Ms. Filipina Malapad
Our Economics teacher and adviser of Supreme Student Government. I never thought she would get along with us really well. After all, she is our teacher. And yet, she was more like a “barkada” to us when we were there. Thank you. :)
Miguel Lorenzo Yorro
My antagonist. Haha. We were always fighting and teasing each other. He even swore he would give me a “physical shock” one of these days. Haha. He stayed for only 3 days (due to his oh-so-beloved choir. Grr). I really missed him after that. And that’s the good thing about Miguel. You could tease and torment and mock him, yet, you’ll find yourself attached to him more. He really is a good friend. Thank you. :)
Aldrin Jan Evangelista
Our “tatay”. Haha. He was the leader of the group, the president of SSG, the “little” mayor of Muntinlupa. You could always find him rolling like a ball on the floor. And I find it cute. Haha. You wouldn’t think that that guy on the floor is a born leader. We always follow him wherever he goes and whatever he says. Dunno, there’s some kind of aura in him in which you’ll just feel that you have to follow. Aside from that, he was also one of my “kaaway” there. Haha. He mimics my laughter with utmost preciseness. And I hate it. Haha. Everytime he does that, I can’t help but laugh harder and he would mimic me again and again and again until I’m out of breath. He went home a day earlier due to “leadership call”. Without him, the house somewhat became quieter than usual. I never thought we would be that close. Thank you. :)
John Ken Andal
Although he would always be found with Joyce, we still had the chance to talk to him once in a while. He NEVER smiles during picture takings. Hahahaha. He was also considered as one of the gentlemen of the group. And oh, he’s always the first one to say “may fog na!” He was always there when you needed something. He changed a lot. I always thought that I already knew him (considering he was my classmate for 7 years) but for the past 6 days, I felt like I was discovering the true Ken or the evolved Ken. And for that, thank you. :)
Laurence Reyes
One of the jokers. We always find him smiling and laughing from the biggest humor to the tiniest mistake of others. He was jolly, always jolly. He’s still the same Lolo I met 6 years ago. Our attitudes and likes always match. Even the amount of money left in our pockets after the trip was the same. Haha. Coincidence or not, I’m still thankful I had the chance to spent some of my days with him after a long time of separation *sniff*. Thank you. :)
Nicko Caluya
The object of discrimination. He was the igorot of the group (we’re racists, you know). Yeah, we tease each other, but when it comes to tormenting Caluya, we unite the strongest. He’s a monster, an abomination, and above all, a SELFISH igorot. Why? Go ask him. I still have hard feelings about that. Hmpft. Just to even out everybody, I’ll still say Thank you. The trip’s not going to be that fun without you. Another thank you for that. :)
Athena Rhae Bisnar
One of the “Dinglee” contenders (remember, he’s mine! Haha. =p)
(*Dinglee – The PIO of National Supreme Student Government who’s proud to be a full-blooded igorot. :D)
She’s awesome. Somebody told her that she’s a Michelle Madrigal look alike and she was like “uhh, yeah, thanks..” Haha. She was also the first one to sleep, always. XD Unlike some of the girls in school, she was not under pretense. She’s a real friend and a true person which is really hard to find. For letting me be your friend and for making all of us happy, thank you. :)
Marie Joyce Maglipon
Joyce was…well, Joyce. Always complaining about the food, the weather, the long line in Albert Hall, the long walk, and just about everything. And I can’t help but agree with her. They were not just simple complains, though. The food was REALLY bad, the weather was REALLY cold, the line was REALLY long (longer than those of NFA rice stalls), and the walk was REALLY tortuous. It’s just that no one dared to say them out loud except for Joyce. And that’s what I like about her. She says whatever she wants regardless of anyone who might hear her. “To hell with the world” could be her motto. Haha. :) Aside from that, we were always on the look out for igorots. Oh yeah, we ADORE igorots. She’s also a contender of Dinglee (he’s mine! haha!). And uhh, do I have to say thanks for the friendship? Because that would sound really repetitive. Guess I’ll end it by saying I’m honored to be your bestfriend. :)
--For the past 6 days, I had discovered myself more. I was able to explore one place in the outside world, away from school and away from home. I was able to make friends to those people whom I just pass by and not even look at in school. If anyone would ask me, what did I learn from the National Leadership Training and was the 4,800 worth it? I would answer: I learned nothing from the training and the 4,800 was not worth it. The training was more like a “common sense”. What I truly learned in that seminar was how to make friends with other people and how to respect them (yeah, I made friends from the OTHER regions including those in the Mindanao and Visayas.) I already know how to be a leader and I don’t need some celebrity or guest speaker to tell me about that, thank you. What I need is a time to apply what I know and what I have learned which I was able to do. I was able to experience how to be a true leader and how to be a good follower. And lastly, I was able to realize that there really are lots of good or even better leaders in other regions than in NCR alone. And I want to be like them. I want to be recognized too. I want to be someone whom everyone would look up to someday. I want to be someone whom they would call “Leader” and whom they would seek help to. And someday, I know I would be. :)
Other matters:
--Haha. You should have been there. It was really one of your biggest mistakes –changing your decision in the last minute. I was depressed when Nicko told me you won’t be coming anymore. Maybe the Baguio trip would be better with you there. Or maybe not. Because I can’t imagine how it would be better if it was already the best. “Open your eyes and see the world” I said to myself. There were a lot of good-looking leaders there and I can’t afford myself sticking to one person whom I think is not even suitable for me. Haha. We still have 6 months of school together , though, you could still change. Haha. :D
Back to the topic:
--I’m not capable of telling what happened during the seminar…of who were the celebrities and guest speakers who spoke and sang there. But I was able to tell you of how my outlooks in life changed. And if anyone would ask me, “How’s your trip to Baguio?” I would say, “It was like paradise…unforgettable.”
--Okay, I may sound repeptitive, but I want to thank again those people who helped me change my perspective. The 4,800 was nothing compared to the happiness they brought me. I don’t know if we would still treat each other the same way as we did in Baguio. And I don’t know if the trip was really that memorable for them. But I want to say that I love you guys, really.
And thank you…so much. :D <3
I had a dream.
Not the kind of dream where you see yourself riding in a unicorn or having superpowers. This one's different. Every detail seems so...vivid. And I should be telling about it right now instead of making a fuss on how I would start this entry. Oh well, here it goes.
I was standing...somewhere. In an unfamiliar place, in a city I guess. There were buses and cars honking. And then there was this big house on the other side of the road. A really big house. And something's pulling me...gravitating me towards that big house. I followed my insticnts and crossed the street.
I realized that the rain had stopped pouring and a rainbow appeared. And as I watched the formation of the rainbow, something unusual occurred. It bounced off on one of the big house's window. And instead of making a full arc like the usual rainbow, it became two half-arcs. I hurriedly crossed the street and entered the big house (which I found unlocked.) I went to the floor to which the window was located. When I reached the the place, guess what? Some Pascal students (mostly former Feynmans) were also there!
Eunice, Mark, and Rabbi holding a puppy.
Kriselle, Geraldine, Nemei, and Allen talking and giggling.
Alyzza and Joyce, waiting for me.
Makulay group playing “mang-mang”
ALMOST everbody who belonged in Feynman was there!
The usual groups with the usual members and as if we were in our usual place.
At last, I reached the very window I’ve been looking for. I opened the other side and tried to reach for the rainbow. And to my surprise, everybody did the same! We helped each other until we got hold of something like…cotton candy. We kept some in our pockets and laughed and sang and danced and hugged each other as if we achieved something. As if we had the same goal all along. The sun was already down and the rainbow was slowly disappearing…
And then…I woke up.
It was an extraordinary feeling. Anyone who reads this might not feel the same way…he/she might even find the dream senseless at all!
But it was really different for me. It was like, at that very moment, when we were trying to reach for that rainbow, we were somewhat…united.
And when I got hold of the rainbow, I felt something incomparable to anything else. It was a feeling of happiness, triumph, success…contentment.
Some realizations:
Maybe at the end of OUR rainbows, we would find the same treasure, the same pot of gold.
Maybe we treasure each other that much.
Maybe, those who were there are the ones whom I can call “true friends.”
Maybe that rainbow, that dream, would not be interesting at all without those who helped me reach for that rainbow.
Maybe the rainbow symbolizes our goal, success, friendship, unity which we were able to achieve before the sun set down.
Maybe the big house symbolizes MunSci, where we first saw each other, where we established strong foundation of friendship, and where we’ll also leave each other 7 months from now.
Maybe Munsci made it possible for us to reach the rainbow at its highest point rather than seeking its other lowest end.
“At the end of a rainbow is a pot of gold.”
My friends, those who were in the big house…they are the treasures at the end of MY rainbow.
Okay, this may sound corny, but I nearly cried when I woke up. I never wanted that dream to end. I realized that graduation is fast approaching and I am afraid I might lose my pot of gold soon. I’m afraid the sun would eventually set down and leave no trace of the rainbow. But if that time comes, I know I’ll still have a part of the rainbow in me…the one I managed to got hold of and put inside my pocket…more than just the memory of it. Guess all good things do end. Worse, sooner than expected.
But one thing's for sure.
I’ll never forget that for once…
We all tried reaching for the same rainbow… :)
♥♥♥
- Mood:
content - Music:One Friend
Groundbreaking Thinker (GT)
Groundbreaking Thinkers are charming, enthusiastic persons. They really bubble over with energy and like to take centre stage. They love variety both professionally and privately. Groundbreaking Thinkers tackle changes consistently with their optimism and firm belief in their own abilities; they are always on the look-out for improvement possibilities. Their excellent communication skills are of great advantage to them here. They approach the world with curiosity and openness and master new situations with a great deal of talent for improvising and with resourcefulness. Their spare time is taken up with a large number of hobbies; most Groundbreaking Thinkers like to travel in order to gather as many different impressions as possible. This personality type is unbeatable at discovering new possibilities.
In their work, Groundbreaking Thinkers highly rate challenges and diversified tasks. They cannot stand routine and too detailed work. They love to astound others with bold ideas for an original, new project and then leave it up to the others to implement them. Hierarchies, rules and regulations arouse their opposition and they love outsmarting the system. It is vital to them that they enjoy their work; if this is the case, they quickly become pure workaholics. Their creativity best takes effect when they work independently; but they are very good at motivating others and infecting them with their optimistic nature. Conceptual or advisory activities appeal especially to Groundbreaking Thinkers. It can happen that some people feel somewhat duped by their flexible, spontaneous nature.
Their sociability and enterprise ensure that Groundbreaking Thinkers always have a large circle of friends and acquaintances in which activity plays an important role. As they are mostly in a good mood, they are popular and very welcome guests. Grumbling and peevishness are unknown to them. However, they do tend to be a little erratic and unstable when it comes to obligations and this makes them appear to be unreliable to some. Groundbreaking Thinkers are very critical and demanding when it comes to picking a partner because they look for the ideal relationship and have a very concrete picture of this ideal relationship. Mutual aims in life are very important to them. They do not like compromising and would rather remain alone. For the partner, it is often a challenge to have a long-term relationship with a Groundbreaking Thinker. Groundbreaking Thinkers need a lot of space and diversity or otherwise they become bored and feel cramped. Types who are rather more traditionalistic often have problems with the willingness of Groundbreaking Thinkers to take risks and their often crazy, spontaneous actions. However, if one can summon up sufficient flexibility and tolerance for them, one will never be bored in their presence and will always have a loyal and faithful partner.
Adjectives which describe your type
extroverted, theoretical, logical, spontaneous, rational, innovative, intellectual, open, independent, curious, enterprising, analytical, clever, enthusiastic, venturesome, inventive, energetic, sociable, optimistic, non-conformist, creative, freedom-loving, charming, able to get enthusiastic, self-confident, communicative, capricious, inconsistent, outgoing
These subjects could interest you
documentaries, books, talks, museums, computer, Internet, strategy games, politics, drawing/painting.
This only proves I have a brain. LOL. XD
Just got this from Alyzza, which she got from Kriselle. Thanks for that. :D It somehow boosted my self-esteem..not that it needs any uplifting. Its always high anyway. HAHA. :D
...hope you don't mind hearing me out.
Okay, this might be my last post for this week. UPCAT’s fast approaching and I haven’t even made any preparations or rituals prior the test. And as I was scanning the net for news about the SONA, I came across this article in the daily inquirer:
12 reminders to UPCAT takers
1. Prepare not only mentally but physically and psychologically. Always think that you can do it.
2. Go to the restroom before the test starts so you do not waste time during the test.
3. Check your seat as soon as you arrive. If you are left-handed, ask for a chair fit for a left-handed person. Ask for a change of seats if water is dripping on your head, the air-con is directly facing you, the sun is in your eyes or whatever else makes you uncomfortable.
4. Scratch paper will be provided. If you write extra big letters, you may need more scratch papers. Ask the proctor for more immediately.
5. Read the directions carefully.
6. Look over the exam and plan your strategy for answering it. Budget your time. For example, if a sub-test has 60 items and you are given 70 minutes to finish it, allot 60 minutes for answering and 10 minutes for checking and reviewing. See to it that you are answering one item per minute. If you are too fast, like three items per minute, you may be answering incorrectly.
7. All items have equal points even if others are harder to answer. Answer first the questions you think you know very well. Mark on your answer sheet the items you did not answer, but be sure to get back to them and erase the mark after you have answered.
8. Make intelligent guesses for questions you really do not know. Eliminate ridiculous choices.
9. If in the middle of the test you feel tired or sleepy, stand up and stretch.
10. Tests are not perfect. Do not waste your time pointing out to the proctor items you think have some kind of error.
11. Many proctors make unnecessary noises. Try to ignore them as much as possible.
12. Do not leave until the proctor says you can, even if half the group has already left. Use the extra time to review your answers.
That’s it. :) Hope it would help us all...even just a bit. Enough of the “I-won’t-take-a-bath-on-Friday-just-for-g
GO 4TH YEAR. GO MUNSCIANS. GO PASCAL. :)
YEAH, WE LOST. WE RANKED 4TH PLACE WHICH ALSO HAPPENS TO BE THE LAST AND DEFINITELY THE LOWEST PLACE. WE LOST. GOT IT? BUT STILL…YOU DON’T HAVE TO STICK OUT YOUR INDEX FINGER AND THUMB TO GESTURE AN “L” TO INDICATE THAT WE’RE LOSERS!
THE NERVE! AND TO THINK THAT WE’RE JUST…JUST THERE! RIGHT UNDER OUR NOSES! GODDAMN THAT FREAK! YES, WE WERE DISAPPOINTED. AND YES, WE GOT TEARY-EYED. BUT NEVER IN OUR LIFE...EVEN FOR ONCE…DID WE STICK OUT OUR INDEX FINGER AND THUMB AND DIRECTED THEM TO LOSERS (CONSIDERING WE ALWAYS ARE WINNERS IN THIRD YEAR)! HAH, WAS THAT YOUR FIRST TIME TO WIN OVER US?!? WELL THEN, CONGRATULATIONS! THAT MIGHT BE YOUR LAST.
TO HELL WITH YOU. TRY TO DO THAT AGAIN AND YOU’LL SEE 39 MIDDLE FINGERS STICKING OUT AND FUCKING YOU OFF.
DIE STUPID. AND AGAIN, FUCK OFF BITCH.
p.s. don’t try asking me the name of that girl. Ask joyce, or maybe norlan. They were with me when that hideous event happened.
And also, thanks to my ever reliable caps lock. Without it, I wouldn’t be able to express my true feelings. :)
I'm having trouble controlling my emotions this week. One moment, I'm feeling ecstatic. Then after a few hours, I feel like crying my heart out. I don't know what's happening to me.
AND I HATE IT.
Hormonal imbalance, or whatever it is, I just hope the mood swings will stop soon. It's eating me. Like in practices, I tend to get really irritable to the point where I don't feel like dancing at all.
Okay, I MUST be crazy. Don't feel like dancing! Dancing which has always been my specialty!
WTH.
To those who had been affected with my mood swings...
I'm sorry. Seriously.
Maybe, this is the way I cope with the stress and pressure in school, considering we're seniors now.
Come on, you know what I mean...
- Mood:
stressed
Taken from: Eleven Minutes by Paulo Coelho
Once upon a time, there was a bird. He was adorned with two perfect wings and with glossy, colorful, marvelous feathers. In short, he was a creature made to fly about freely in the sky, bringing joy to everyone who saw him.
One day, a woman saw this bird and fell in love with him. She watched his flight, her mouth wide in amazement, her heart pounding, her eyes shining with excitement. She invited the bird to fly with her, and the two travelled across the sky in perfect harmony. She admired and venerated and celebrated that bird.
But then she thought: He might want to visit far-off mountains! And she was afraid, afraid that she would never feel the same way about any other bird. And she felt envy, envy for the bird's ability to fly.
And she felt alone.
And she thought: "I'm going to set a trap. The next time the bird appears, he will never leave again."
The bird, who was also in love, returned the following day, fell into the trap and was put in a cage.
She looked at the bird everyday. There he was, the object of her passion, and she showed him to her friends, who said: "Now you have everything you could possibly want." However, a strange transformation began to take place: now that she had the bird and no longer needed to woo him, she beagn to lose interest. The bird, unable to fly and express the true meaning of his life, began to waste away and his feathers to lose their gloss; he grew ugly; and the woman no longer paid him any attention, except by feeding him and cleaning out his cage.
One day, the bird died. The woman felt terribly sad and all her time thinking about him.But she did not remember the cage, she thought only of the day when she had seen him for the first time, flying contentedly amongst the clouds.
If she had looked more deeply into herself, she would have realized that what had thrilled her about the bird was his freedom, the energy of his wings in motion, not his physical body.
Without the bird, her life too lost all meaning, and Death came knocking at her door. "Why have you come?" she asked Death. "So that you can fly once more with him across the sky," Death replied. "If you had allowed him to come and go, you would have loved him and admired him even more; alas, you now need me in order to find him again."
I love the story. At first, I thought the book's going to bore me to death. I'm not really a fan of Paulo Coelho but I decided to give it a try. Billy told me that my eyes are going to "burn". Haha. Thanks to her warning. My eyes really did "burned."
- Mood:
touched
A blog in LJ!
My main blog's in Xanga. So this might be just be a sub-blog or something. Anyways, the posts will still be the same. Well, ALMOST.
So be sure to visit my main blog. That's where I really spill the beans.
And...my site's still UNDER CONSTRUCTION.
PLEASE BEAR WITH ME. :)
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