* wish upon the star *

making your wish come true at 28.12.05

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* Thursday, December 15 *

You learn something new everyday.

It's impossible to run out of tears.

I learned that the hard way.

making your wish come true at 15.12.05

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* Wednesday, December 14 *

I get so scared.

I remember in the book "The Notebook." When Alison found out that she had Alzheimer's, she wrote a letter to Noah that said asked him to forgive her on days that she was hard to be around, and to remember that she loved him no matter what. I cried in that part of the book. Actually, I still cry every time I read it.

Now I think I now why.

making your wish come true at 14.12.05

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* Saturday, December 10 *

Okay, I've officially done nothing but bum around today, and for that matter the entire second sem so far. :| Shit.

I got up at around 10 this morning and had breakfast in bed (a Sausage McMuffin), got up to go downstairs for som fries, then went back to bed. Got up for lunch, and generally just lazed about. Took my brother to my tita's office so he could get tutored. I ended up walking around Shang aimlessly for like an hour, looking as broke as I really was (I forgot to bring my wallet) in my rattiest pair of denim shorts, a DLSU PE shirt and my oversized Islander tsinelas. I probably would have enjoyed myself more despite my lack of funds if my allergies weren't so bad. My lips were so dry that I kept licking them, which was an even bigger mistake because each time I'd do that the cuts on my lips would sting so bad that my eyes would tear. Dammit. Anyway, I finally couldn't stand it anymore so I went home. On my way home, I ended up scrolling through the folders of messages on my phone.

Lately, I've been forgetting to erase messages from my inbox, so yesterday my phone started saying that my message memory was almost full. Anyway, I cleaned my inbox of the messages I didn't really care about, and I found myself exploring the "unforgettables" folder of messages in my phone. I ended up deleting some of the messages and thought about deleting the others and that made me kinda sad.

I've never been comfortable with people looking through the messages in my phone. Bodi can attest to this - whenever he wants quotes, I always remind him not to go beyond the quotes folder. It isn't so much that the other messages in my phone are so private, as they are personal. Each message I've saved I save for a reason, and when someone reads the messages I've saved, the person reading it probably won't see why I saved it and how much it means to me. It would make me feel so bad to have someone read what I've saved in my phone and have them think "Why did she think this is worth saving?" That's why probably only three people in the whole wide world are allowed unlimited access to the messages I've stored.

Looking through my old messages in the "unforgettables" folder of my mobile, I realized that some of the messages have lost their meaning to me. That is infinitely depressing.

making your wish come true at 10.12.05

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* Friday, December 9 *

It's a real blessing when I can spend the entire morning crying, but end the day without being able to stop smiling. Bad mornings don't dictate bad days. =)

Anyway, para kay Dude

One Art
Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

making your wish come true at 9.12.05

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* Saturday, December 3 *

December 2 was one of the best days ever.

♥♥♥

making your wish come true at 3.12.05

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