on the first day of Christmas.......hAhA. remember this, panda.
He and Vincent used to sing this to me during our lunch time in first year, as soon as he learned that my birthdate is Christmas, they launched into various teasing strategies to make me and Carmen [ehem] laugh. I remember how we used to eat at the canteen, and I was so very, very prim? [back straight, elbows off the table, mouth closed while chewing], oh how i miss acting proper. And, he would make chewing noises everytime I'd chew, and gulping noises everytime I'd drink, so I'd burst out laughing, only that my laugh during those days were very restricted [hand held over mouth tightly], and even that, he'd make fun of.
I think he is the first one to make me laugh during high school. ahaha. and he never ever lost his charm even until graduation. He looks like a panda bear, so cute and huggable, and he wears glasses. He dances very very well too. :D You should see him do the jumping thing cheerleaders like to do.
I remember how he used to scheme (?) aka plot on how to give my GORGEOUS [understatement] bestfriend gifts. haha. :D
I remember how he used to take surveys when he's undecided, and I remember the moon in his blog, and how he likes to post Bob Ong-like posts, and how he's so addicted to movies, and manga. I remember how supportive he is of whatever state of mind I choose to be [serious, crazy, sober, studious].
I remember CARLO PINEDA, studying to be a teacher [understatement], and how I will never forget how he is as a friend [understatement].
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
The Celine Nicole Palmos Post
Pretty and Sweet.
and Cuddly.
No, she's not a kitten, but she gives off the impression of one. She's always prim and proper--i think that comes from her being a beauty pageant kind of girl, which i could not relate since I am the exact opposite of poise. haha. , and she's always so...innocent--i think that comes from her being sheltered by her strict parents, that which i can relate. double haha.
She always has too many bags for her own good, especially when our so very very understanding principal or whoever changed our school system that we have to transfer rooms. She always carries water, and a comb, and a face towel. :D She has straight her during fourth year, and her skin is white, and she is chinita.
She is MS. MAKATI SMILE [no, celine, i will not forget to mention this.].
I always remember her as this kitten who likes to play around with a ball of yarn, because that is how she is. But, I will never forget how, like a cat, she faces her life. One of the headstrong girls I've ever met, she refuses to succumb to her heart problem, and continues to study in De La Salle University, and serving as SK Chairman in her barangay. I adore her because she always makes kuwento [conyo ba?] how her doctor told her that she needed to undergo surgery during third year, but, still she finished high school without heeding her doctor's advice--amazing, considering how STRESSFUL [understatement] studying in Makati Science is.
So, there, she is as cuddly as a kitten, yet, like a cat, she never lands on her back. :D
and Cuddly.
No, she's not a kitten, but she gives off the impression of one. She's always prim and proper--i think that comes from her being a beauty pageant kind of girl, which i could not relate since I am the exact opposite of poise. haha. , and she's always so...innocent--i think that comes from her being sheltered by her strict parents, that which i can relate. double haha.
She always has too many bags for her own good, especially when our so very very understanding principal or whoever changed our school system that we have to transfer rooms. She always carries water, and a comb, and a face towel. :D She has straight her during fourth year, and her skin is white, and she is chinita.
She is MS. MAKATI SMILE [no, celine, i will not forget to mention this.].
I always remember her as this kitten who likes to play around with a ball of yarn, because that is how she is. But, I will never forget how, like a cat, she faces her life. One of the headstrong girls I've ever met, she refuses to succumb to her heart problem, and continues to study in De La Salle University, and serving as SK Chairman in her barangay. I adore her because she always makes kuwento [conyo ba?] how her doctor told her that she needed to undergo surgery during third year, but, still she finished high school without heeding her doctor's advice--amazing, considering how STRESSFUL [understatement] studying in Makati Science is.
So, there, she is as cuddly as a kitten, yet, like a cat, she never lands on her back. :D
Monday, January 26, 2009
The 5 AM post
There is something different with being awake when everyone else is asleep. The feeling of peace, of knowing that you would be the first one to see the sunrise, the first one to be hit with the morning breeze. The first one.
There is a charm to be the only living soul in the night, of being like a guardian, a case of dismissed fantasy. There is something to this case of being half drunk, half asleep, half high, half low. It is like being in between the light and the dark.
There is a mystery to it, something that only some understand...
There is something beautiful with being blanketed by the soft light of the night and of the dawn, something like blank ether, something to make the muscles relax, to make the ligaments bend, and the bones creak, something to make the breath exhale, and not inhale for a spare of a second.
There is something unique with being alone, it takes away all noise, and music, it takes away all familiarity, but does not call for indifference. There is this gorgeousness to it, it makes everything so far far far away.
I am an incumbent dream, and nothing but it, I might not post this and the time may be off. But I am that piece of something in the middle of the night, drunk with silence, and comforted by the creaks and the blows of the wind. I am that stranger to the familiar bed, that unknown voice that does not speak. I am nothing......just maybe a hallucination of a girl who is stripped down and bared for all to see.
I am nothing, and I watch words pour out, and hear the scrape of the laddle hit the bottom, like the claws of the cat scratching the wall, and see the morning rise up...and i am gone.
There is a charm to be the only living soul in the night, of being like a guardian, a case of dismissed fantasy. There is something to this case of being half drunk, half asleep, half high, half low. It is like being in between the light and the dark.
There is a mystery to it, something that only some understand...
There is something beautiful with being blanketed by the soft light of the night and of the dawn, something like blank ether, something to make the muscles relax, to make the ligaments bend, and the bones creak, something to make the breath exhale, and not inhale for a spare of a second.
There is something unique with being alone, it takes away all noise, and music, it takes away all familiarity, but does not call for indifference. There is this gorgeousness to it, it makes everything so far far far away.
I am an incumbent dream, and nothing but it, I might not post this and the time may be off. But I am that piece of something in the middle of the night, drunk with silence, and comforted by the creaks and the blows of the wind. I am that stranger to the familiar bed, that unknown voice that does not speak. I am nothing......just maybe a hallucination of a girl who is stripped down and bared for all to see.
I am nothing, and I watch words pour out, and hear the scrape of the laddle hit the bottom, like the claws of the cat scratching the wall, and see the morning rise up...and i am gone.
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