Pandemonium Stirs Within You: {c://.handsUP}

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The sound of the engine getting further away...
The feel of the hard passenger seat...
The heavy scent of cologne...
His warm body...
His cold fingertips...
His strong gaze...
His voice...
His sweet and low voice... calling my name.
Even without him... this city is still overflowing with people.
My days are busy.
Nothing will change.
All I did was lose a love...
I'm all right.
But... why do the lights look like they're in black-and-white?
Just because one person isn't here...
-Paradise Kiss, Ai Yazawa

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50th post

i woke up weird. i have this feeling of frustration (?) and i felt like i'm losin my grip on things. and yeah, there's dread and misery, too.

several things. first, i was dead exhausted yesterday. slept round 3am after posting my last entry and woke up at 6. did routine groggily and was half an hour late for pe. lucky, though, i learned the new steps pretty quick enough.

econ passed.

met up with ate ring. big thing coming up. i'm a little nervous but i'm determined. i'll make it. (ignore the rhyme.)

i can't find my mrt ticket. damn. i still got more than 50 bucks on that thing and i've been treating as always, as a gain because of the purchase discount.

reason for confusion: von's prom. we (referring to myself, pa and ma) waited for the event to end while doing an even worse roaming compared to thursday. bought sneaks and dance shoes (naks! serious bout pe?) at lmark. then ate at a chinese resto. wow. i love chicken feet. i love almonds. i love peaches. i love chinese food. anyway, we then walked the whole of gbelt3, saw celebs, hated the aching leg muscles, and finally returned to manila pen. haha. out of extreme vertigo, fell asleep on a couch at the lobby. i couldn't even send out a decent greeting to the people i know when i woke up and we were about to leave. i was even a bit mad at ma for waking me up, eh, von and co. were still taking some photos.

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niceties:

together with micko, alvin and sheila, i watched unravel noh at aldaba hall. really cool play. i love kubomichi's line, "can't you have any sense of profeessionalismm?" haha. again, again, again. i love theater. not entirely because of mr. innocent, although still largely, but because of the bond with the classmates.

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i recently finished brokeback mountain by annie proulx. i didn't find it a bit icky as others did. rather i found it so interesting i'm adding the film adaptation to my movie must-see list. it's basically a love story and love is love no matter in what form. so what if they're both guys? they love each other and i firmly believe that's what's important. i feel sorry for homo critics, yes, especially the church.

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