Huwaw Pare, Profound.

[BGmusic: Dead Trees and Traffic Islands by The Manic Street Preachers]

Jigs tagged me in the hopes of unleashing my inner philosopher, and how could I resist after he called me a “cutie”? [Hahaha kidding.] Surprise, surprise, my inner philosopher doesn’t have much to say.

What is the meaning of life?
Love. It’s all you need. [Yeah, I just made that up right there - my originality is amazing.] Which brings me to today’s quote:

Quote for the day:

If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don’t love, I’m nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate. If I speak God’s Word with power, revealing all his mysteries and making everything plain as day, and if I have faith that says to a mountain, “Jump,” and it jumps, but I don’t love, I’m nothing. If I give everything I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I don’t love, I’ve gotten nowhere.

– 1 Corinthians 13:1-3 [The Message]

If a tree falls in a forest with no one to hear, does it make a sound?
The falling tree makes vibrations in the air, with or without someone to hear it. If you call the vibrations in the air “sound”, then yes, it obviously did make a sound. [This all depends on the your dictionary though - some definitions make the actual hearing part necessary to make sound exist.]

What is the fundamental flaw in human nature? Pride – or greed?
I’d say pride; greed is a byproduct of pride. Ata.

The boys of the NYPD choir were singing Galway Bay…

…And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day.

[BGmusic: Cold December by Matt Costa]

Quote for the day:

Me: [after catching frisbee] “WOOHOO! I ROCK!”
Kuya Dwight aka Candyman: “I ran!”

– Geddit? Hehehe we’re so corny.
You have my permission to roll your eyes.
During our game of blind frisbee.

I’m sorry, everyone. I’ve lost my mojo. It’s not that I’ve ran out of things to blog about, or the words to tell you about them; I’ve just lost the drive to write. I’m kind of forcing myself to just get out here and type, as I haven’t been doing anything productive lately.

A lot of stuff has happened to me lately, and I’m going to lump them all up in one post. Anticipate a long one, people.

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On My Cell Phone. And Chocolate.

I lost my cell phone last Monday. It fell out of my pocket in the jeep [I'm that bangag in the morning]. I only realized that I lost it the morning after [yes, my powers of observation are keen indeed], when I asked my dad to miscall my phone and I couldn’t hear it anywhere.

Thankfully, the person who picked up my phone was living proof that there is hope for the world, and was just waiting for me to contact her. She was also a student in UP [graduate student I think, because she had a different ID], and we met up Tuesday afternoon after class.

I bought her a big bar of chocolate, as a token of my gratitude. I have to admit that I didn’t care much for my cell phone, and that it was harder for me to part with the chocolate. When I told her that I had something for her, she was all, “No, it’s okay…” I replied with a, “but I bought this for you,” and made her take it, but deep inside… it hurt. I wanted that chocolate.

I Saw Him Once…

…Then he was gone

[BGmusic: Bubbly by Colbie Caillat]

Quote for the day:

“Past-future tense!”

– Ayi L. giving me a grammar lesson… ack, mahabang kwento. Basta, I found it funny.

I saw my crush from way way back in high school awhile ago.

I was in the faculty center, on my way to a group meeting, when someone called my name. I spun around, and there he was, in his full glory, about to go down the stairs. When I saw him, I had to take a few steps back and steady myself, because my knees felt like they were going to give way. No exaggeration. Our brief encounter went like this:

EX-Crush: *wide grin* “Hey, musta?”
Most swabe girl in the world: *stunned silence*

The Right Side of the Bed…

…There is no such thing.

[BGmusic: nothing, my brother stole the speakers. I'd steal them back, if only he wasn't recovering from dengue. Poor kid.]

Quote for the day:

“Eat a live toad the first thing in the morning and nothing worse will happen to you the rest of the day.”

– Source Unknown

I think I may have said this a million times before, but I cannot overemphasize this point: I am not a morning person. I am not the kind of girl who embraces the new day, greeting everyone with a smile and a singsongy “good morning!” [occasionally I do act like this, greeting even inanimate objects (no joke - ask my friends), but those days are rare nowadays]. I am the girl you don’t want to run into until an hour after she wakes up. I am the girl you should never, ever wake up… unless you’re an extremely good-looking specimen of the male human, or if you’re my dog, or if you bring good tidings [i.e. chocolate, promises of a good breakfast, news of cancelled classes, atbp.].

This morning, I woke up at around 8:30, and went straight to the computer to go online, because I’m a freak and that kind of behavior’s part of my nature already. When my mom reminded me to eat my breakfast, I shot her the worst scowl my face muscles could muster, but being my mother who has put up with me for nineteen years, she ignored it or chose not to see it.