nye

there's a sad fairy tale i have to share

once upon a november in the dlsz fair grounds, while all the happy little high school were running around brandishing their belts, there was this person who was caught. i should probably say that this person was probably requested without any bail. and we should probably know what happened there.

problem is, that person's [militaristic, they say] dad came to kick some stuff he calls sense to them catchers. and that particular catcher's dad also came to defend his charge. then the testosterone heats up, the atmosphere becomes surprisingly similar to that of the squared circle's, and finally culminates in a [rumored] fistfight.

and now they say that all catchers will be thrown into Gehenna next year, where they shall mourn and grind their teeth. [implicit message: no-more-booths]

but hey, we'll never know because we're just grains of truth. and i just got that from my tita delia.

but can i really?

i haven't been maniacally ranting about love for a while now. maybe because some will just scoff, some will just tease, and some will probably pester me further into telling who the maiden is. they say that letting out all that pent-up emotion building around your head is good for you. but when i'm motivated and about to type without looking at the keyboard, i find that i can't twist the emotion into words.

singit: i almost forgot!

hooray for the orchestra. (JACKIE LIBRE MO KAMI SA GIANT SLIDE!!! LAST DAY NA BUKAS!!!) congrats to the successful (imo) concert and i'd like to remind you all that we'll be having another concert this december. i just don't remember exactly what day it was on. shoot.

going back

okay, i'll try to twist whatever emotion is in me right now.

it's not wrong to just dream about love. especially when you're being cocky and calling her yours when you talk to other people. (julian, you perfectly know very well what i'm talking about) but what if you have enough foresight, may it be true or false, that you predict your chances with someone? is giving yourself a 75% chance and calling her yours so wrong?

did i just make any sense to you?

i'm probably feeling some euphoria filled with a slight drop of disappointment and regret. the brain is the bartender of the body. like that made any sense too. i want to proclaim "i love you" but people will just scoff and ask me, "that's probably infatuation. get real." ah. procrastination. screw you.

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mayee: do you know how many processes my powerpoint has to go through just to gather up clip art?

i'm trying to do the happy powerpoint presentation, and my powerpoint has to go through painstaking processes just to give me pics i can use. lol.

isn't it amazing how i think of you to lull myself to sleep but never dream about you, and when i wake up you're the first name that enters my mind?