Sigh...

gotta love it.

non-permanence

Thursday, September 30, 2004

1. I just finished doing laundry.

2. The De La Salle Green Archers winning the UAAP championship.

3. Our presentation for Monday is done. Life is goood.

4. The De La Salle Green Archers winning the UAAP championship.

5. I'm halfway finished the Positioning book by Ries.

6. The De La Salle Green Archers winning the UAAP championship.

7. I took the T going to Copley Square and didn't get lost.

8. The De La Salle Green Archers winning the UAAP championship.

I just love the little innuendos that God creates with Philippine basketball. How each and every second counts for a difference. It's like New England weather. Raining one second, sunny the next. You hold your breathe for the last 26 seconds of the game, dreading the disappointed looks accross the green and white side of the Araneta that just might come. And within 2.4 seconds, life alters for all those who wear green. A foul on Cardona seals the sweet victory as he effortlessly sinks his last two shots for the UAAP Green Archer Fans this season.

What I'd give to sing the school hymn in that crowded Coliseum with the rest of the DLSU community..clutching my green and white pompom clapper against my chest as I charge the small congested space in the MRT with a satisfied grin...

glad for the incredible experience of the DLSU win,

and the fact that classes are cancelled the next day
to celebrate the victory.

*sigh*

The memories of being 19.

mades [ 12:18 PM ] 0 happy lost cabbages

Wednesday, September 29, 2004

I live accross the park.. where the ducks say hello to the trees and the squirrels gossip about how the grass is too green. Who knew I'd end up with this life? Even the street signals seem to know when I need to rest from walking. I feel like I'm being courted by the heavens.

School is a celestial experience. The library is shaped like a gray garden with doors.. but instead of dandelions there are books. Everytime I go there I always feel my tongue go dry, even if I just came from a literal storm. You're always, always, always expecting something to happen. There's always something special about a place with so many people who manage to keep their silence. Simply one of the places one can easily build a fantasy.

I've been going to the library twice a week now. I would always see this guy whom I'd always wave to, say hi and then go separate ways. I often wonder why he keeps coming back there.. as loyal as a scholar keeps earning A's. I always smile after our fleeting encounter. Wistful that maybe there's a story behind it. Like he's going there because he wanted that wave. That maybe the hi was more than a hi. Like even if it wasn't me, that there's a secret rendevous behind his weekly attendance. Just like printing my paper in the library printer had an added agenda.

The story is perfect as it is. I always hurry and leave whenever I feel his nerve to strike a conversation beyond hello. It's strange. I do not have the slightest interest of getting to know him beyond the twice-a-week greetings. Maybe because I feel I've already met him. Actually getting to know him would ruin my perfect story. There were close calls. Almost conversations saved by sudden emergencies. Perfectly staged by yours truly. I always fancied myself an actress. Heck, I always fancied myself as everything conceivable!

I do not have a problem. Truly! There are just things that I want to keep perfect. Without qualms. He may meet someone else eventually. But I'd always remain as "the girl in the library" rainbowed by what if's.

ALWAYS PLAY WITH THEIR MINDS.

The possibilities are endless.

Perfect.

mades [ 11:21 PM ] 2 happy lost cabbages

FAJITAS

QUINTESSENTIAL.

"delight!"

*sigh*

these words just tickle my tongue.

mades [ 5:24 PM ] 0 happy lost cabbages

loyalty to brands. is a person really loyal to ANYTHING? salt is salt. chicken is chicken. WATER... is yuP! just plain H20. would it matter if you bought evian, poland springs or viva? or if it were in a can, a bottle or served chilled? if you bought a particular kind everyday, does that mean LOYALTY, even when you would willingly switch if a store closer to your home opened and served cheaper water?

an assignment just made me realize that i live for commodities. as the price senstive Filipino, i always make it a point to have more for less than i can pay. hey, that's the essence of TUTUBAN and DIVISORIA! (Boy, do I miss those places) i'm simply, the most UNloyal customer a company can have. i'm the nightmare of marketing managers.

their WORST.

and i'm studying to be one.

it's been a while since i've been visited by irony.

refreshing.

i'm god's little toy in his playground of life.

it's like watching an old tv show

from a battered tv set.

it's in color

but still kinda hazy

you're not sure if you're getting the signal.

mades [ 12:10 PM ] 0 happy lost cabbages

Tuesday, September 28, 2004

the book SCREAMS

for attention.

yells, entreats, begs.

NADA.

threats.

curses.

but my eyes are busy dancing

with the tv's enticing glare.

but i have to READ.

before the book's mistress comes

and i'm left with nothing..

but the dancing.

aurghhh...my teacher's gonna fry me later.

mades [ 10:38 AM ] 0 happy lost cabbages

Monday, September 27, 2004

i thought i wrote off poetry the day after I stopped taking english.

or literature.

beauty has its ways of finding itself back.

http://www.everdisturbed.com/letters/

joy, if i find out you wrote all this..imma stuff you in a sock and take your identity. i feel my tears mocking me!

mades [ 5:06 AM ] 1 happy lost cabbages

there's nothin like the lil carpenter. i actually TRIED to put together this wooden desk drawer by myself.. pitingly discovered that a book of instructions plus some tools won't get you where you want unless you have the strength of a hundred men (okay, i'm exagerrating.. but the friggin thing won't hammer together!!!)

i started at approximately 12:30 pm.. and now, tick tock, the clock stands at 2:29 PM and the desk drawer isn't what it looks like.. I'd like to give myself props coz it's actually STANDING.. but then, you'd know when you're really out of it when you're praising yourself because of a standing piece of loose wood that's of no USE.

just the saddest thing!

So i'll just leave it there for awhile til a manly man comes and fixes it the way its supposed to be fixed. Heaven help that a manly man comes! Ray the handyman says he'd do it for $48 and I clearly won't spend that much money, (unless of course it's on shoes) on a stupid piece of friggin furniture.. i'd much rather die a thousand deaths.. or at least suffer sore hammer-induced fingers.

i guess independence has its limits.. hammer it up for the lil carpenter!clap clap... yeah right. BOO!

mades [ 4:14 AM ] 0 happy lost cabbages