The Heat is Ohnnnn!

It's a freakishly hawt summer evening that it feels like my brain is melting just when I have so much kwento. In the meantime, I'd do this tag thing to keep my braincells active [whoo hoo] and wait for more coffee invitations. Yahahaha.

Romina for the tag!
1.Each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about themselves.
2.Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their ten things and post these rules.
3.At the end of your blog, you need to choose ten people to get tagged and list their names.
*ditching rule number four*

Been there, done that.

But here goes...
1. I like High School Musical and if I were to play in Beat the Geeks, I'd definitely nail any HSM geek down.
2. Lip synching is one of my best hidden talents.
3. Batman is my dream guy. Piolo means I'm settling.
4. I would probably die of road rage. Hopefully, by the time I prove myself worthy of a Philippine driver's license, the rage will have died. Hopefully.
5. I have no intentions of living past 25 years of age. Help me.
6. I talk to myself an awful lot.
7. I write my crushes love notes but never send them. As of this writing, I have a whole shoe box of unsent love letters.
8. Waking up and getting up are two different processes for me. The interval between the two usually takes a half hour to an hour and a half.
9. I like keeping perfume bottles with liquid enough for two spritzes before I get another one. That way, I can smell the 'scent' of my favorite memories.
10. Every year, I have a diary entry that reads the same line. I don't do it on purpose, it just happens.

Tagging anyone bored enough to go for the tag. :D

Good Morning Sunshine!

I wake up seeing this and I know the day will be fine. Now I wish I had a cool camera to capture moments with exact color precision. I wish. I wish.

Breaking the Habit

You know what they say about habits being formed in twenty-one days? Well, it's been that long since I decided I wanted to stop living. I didn't die exactly but I managed to be unalive and it’s not a happy feeling. In fact, for the past weeks, I’m devoid of feeling.

It is really deadly to neglect any spiritual feeding. I never run out of reasons why I miss church or miss Bible studies and prayer times. I have a longer list I could use but the thing is, I'm done making excuses.

Yesterday, I decided to break the habit. It’s too unbecoming to be the prophet of gloom and doom. All along, I’ve been nothing but a pretentious little twit who feigned living while really dying inside.

I'm okay now.

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I was looking for my first edition of the High School Musical magazine when I came across old photographs and blue books both from high school and college days.

I stumbled upon class cards [mine was colored and covered in glitters!] and blue book exams and papers [haha academic writing kuno] and pictures from productions and stuff.

Meet my thesis partner!

Taken back in the day when we were smarter and we talked about theology and politics and culinary arts and language like we were made of intelligent material. I guess I do miss Jiar even when I say I don't.