Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved him, and sometimes he loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held him in my arms.
And talked to him under the endless sky.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of this time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love him that's certain, but how I loved him.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch his hearing.
Because through nights like this one I held him in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost him.
Though this be the last pain that he makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for him.
-->[excerpts from Pablo Neruda's saddest poem]

Every once in a while, I like to believe that souls drift away to tha third dimension while we're sleepin'. I've read this once in a book. Have you ever had fallin' dreams wherein ya really feel like fallin' for real? Tha book explains this as tha soul not bein' able to have a proper landing comin' back to tha body. Have you also ever felt that you can't talk or move seconds after wakin' up? This merely means that tha soul have not yet fully adjusted from returnin' to tha body. Weird? I don't think so. I like believin' that ma soul travels when I'm asleep. I like believin' that on days I wake up feelin' happy, I probably met and conversed wit ma soulmate tha previous night. Of course, I would have forgotten all of these when ma soul returns to ma body an' I wake up. Wut would be left would be a bewilderment for wakin' up in a cheerful mood instead of ma usual morning crankiness for only gettin' 6 hours of sleep. Bein' tha total believer in destiny read through tha stars, tha palm, an' all other things gypsy an' new age, I juz added a new link on ma blog [luvtest]. It's a link that'll tell you juz how compatible you are wit anyone provided you know their exact date an' year of birth.

I found out that I git heartbroken over silly thangs like:
1) a friend askin' me to wake him up thursday mawnin' &when i do, he rejects yur call & turns off his cel.
2) ma fave professor forgettin' ma name.
3) not gettin' a forwarded message every'un else got from a friend.
4) findin' out yur ex-boyfriend is mentally deranged.
5) findin' out Stephen of Boyzone is gay.

Tha indelible ink was not indelible. ma first time to vote an' tha guy who puts ink on everyone's fingers put more on mine than necessary coz ma nails are already painted blue and he can't tell he's already put a lot. I come out of tha booth and paver makes a joke outta ma nails. 'Said why'd they put ink on all ma nails [haha]. That he thought only one of em shud be smeared wit tha ink [haha] that came out after two washings anyway. You know yer prepaid 'net is runnin' out when ya start to memorize da bloody password an' you don't hafta hunt for it under things on yer desk so that you'll be able to post to yer blog which ya miss'd postin' on tha other day -a day when yer mentally deranged ex-boyfriend apologizes for bein' bitchy d other day and say that he misses you aftr all after tellin' ya to bug off da other day and he suddenly becomes tha King of Missed Calls and won't stop buggin' you askin' don't ya miss yer ex,huh,doncha,doncha, an' its drivin you mad an' yure wonderin' why you hooked up wit him in da first place -this loser who blows you off one day, and pesters ya wit apologies tha next.

yea! no classes today! a'ite!
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Segue. Ever heard of it? I have this habit of combining two different songs with similar tunes into a single song. Turns out there’s actually a term for it. Segue. Clinched by dial-happy Felice[da bitch] a.k.a. da Queen of Missed Calls.
Segue examples:
1.Ariel Rivera’s 'Sana Kahit Minsan' and the song 'Weak':
[“I get so… bakit ikaw ang nais na matanaw nitong mga mata…”]
2. Five for Fighting’s 'Superman' and Teri de Sario’s 'Fallin’
[“I can’t stand to fly… and I don’t know why I’m jealous of..”]
3.Regine Velasquez’ I Will Always Love You and Mariah Carey’s Thank God I Found You:
[“I will always love you, I will never leave you… my every wish and every dream somehow became reality…”]

Yesterday, I masterminded another one wit da help of highlighted highlightin’ control freak Leidy. It’s Plumb’s 'Stranded' and Michelle Branch’s 'Everywhere'. [“Turn it inside out so I can see the part of you that's drifting over me and when I wake you're never there but when I sleep you're everywhere… If it's coming over you like it's coming over me I’m crashing like a tidal wave that drags me out to the sea and I wanna be with you…” ]. i think i'ma juz torure ma friendz wit ma new song on thursday...

An ugly twist to children’s fairytales. Fairytales are supposed to teach da young ‘uns moral lessons but a book I read recently had da main character read about da real translations of children’s fairy tales. It said there that Cinderella’s lost slipper symbolizes castration anxiety and that climbing up the beanstalk was really Jack’s Oedipus complex. Pretty bizarre, huh?

Thursdays and Sundays are church days for me and every other Iglesia Ni Cristo members. Today, I’ve learned that shouting into a mic is not advisable when you have speakers attached to every corner of the room. [I tried counting once & I think that there are about 50 mini-speakers hanging on every wall.] In our church, the choir members are seated behind the minister facin’ the ordinary churchgoers. That’s why you cannot not look at them. I know the choir group observes us from their place too –innocent looking they may be in their white robes. How else can ma friend, the “choir s0nger” know I’m sleepin’? Before the two-hour mass ends, comes the most important part of the mass: the minister blessing us all. It’s when he raises both hands, eyes closed, palms facin’ the churchgoers and… blesses us in prayer. Now, we always pray with our eyes closed, but when it comes to this part, I open my eyes seconds before the minister starts prayin’ or open them ahead of the others when the prayer is about to come to an end. Why? This habit started when I first tried opening ma eyes before the final prayer ended about a year ago. I noticed that the minister did not have his arms raised. I later found out from my maver that this was so because he was not yet a minister so maybe that doesn’t give him a right to raise his arms to us. He could only pray for us. From then on I always try to find out if a real minister is blessin’ us or not. Siyempre, I’d feel safer with the knowledge that a true minister was blessin’ us and not some apprentice. Well, so far, I haven’t encountered an apprentice minister since. *****************************************************
Paver and me hafta walk through filth going to church and back twice a week. This is because there’s no other route but through the railroad tracks which are bumpy, sodden, smelly, and littered with half-clad children and trash. Aside from this, we also pass under the Ramon Magsaysay bridge right next to the tracks which is home to a few squatter families. It’s mapanghi, dark, and always depressin’ to pass there. It always gets to me everytime & I wonder if passin’ through it all have a connection with my goin’ to church. If God wants me to notice the blessings He hands out to people accentuated more by my semi-formal clothes and the stench of their beloved homes reachin’ me.

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