Really I’m not.
[BGmusic: the sweet, sweet song of my inkjet printer.]
Quote for the day:
“Summertime, and the living is easy.”
– the Gershwins
As I am writing this, I am printing a 48-paged story, a product of caffeine, sleepless nights, and tears.
And no, I will not proof-read it again, lest I end up deleting huge chunks of my work.
As the Beatles sang, let it be.
I’m done!
This summer is going to be awesome.
[BGmusic: I See Love by Third Day (feat. Steven Curtis Chapman & MercyMe). Click to listen & download, it's great. ^_^]
Quote for the day:
“Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.”
– John 15:13 [ASV]
“There is a stage in a child’s life at which it cannot separate the religious from the merely festal character of Christmas or Easter.
I have been told of a very small and very devout boy who was heard murmuring to himself on Easter morning a poem of his own composition which began ‘Chocolate eggs and Jesus risen.’
This seems to me, for his age, both admirable poetry and admirable piety.
But of course the time will soon come when such a child can no longer effortlessly and spontaneously enjoy that unity.
He will become able to distinguish the spiritual from the ritual and festal aspect of Easter; chocolate eggs will no longer seem sacramental.
And once he has distinguished he must put one or the other first.
If he puts the spiritual first he can still taste something of Easter in the chocolate eggs; if he puts the eggs first they will soon be no more than any other sweetmeat.
They will have taken on an independent, and therefore a soon withering, life.”
- C. S. Lewis
Hi, reader!
I don’t know if the resurrection means anything to you.
But I do hope it does.
And I hope it continues meaning something to you even after the Easter holidays.
Hope it’s not just a once a year thing.
Hope it’s more than just another ritual. More than just religion.
Hope you understand your beliefs, and if you don’t, I hope you dare to question them, and actually make an effort to find the answers. The right answers.
The truth.
Most of all, I hope that even though you’ve heard it a bajillion times in church, you know that God loves you, because he does.
Very, very much.
Anyway…
Have a Happy Resurrection Sunday!
Here’s to the most beautiful love story in the history of the world.
[I'll be back in business after all this finals week madness is over. ]
4:51 AM. I’m so bangag.
My cheerer-upper: one great scene from one great movie. [This is just part two, part one's here.]
[WARNING: shameless plug straight ahead.]
WHAT:
Free-flowing drinks all night.
Fashion show.
And yeah, I’ll be going so OF COURSE it’s going to be a great party. [Whuuut?]
WHERE:
Absinth, Greenbelt 3
WHEN:
March 15 [Saturday], 8:30PM onwards
HOW:
Go there on the night itself and pay P250.
OR contact me here [or on my cell/email/friendster/etc if you can] before Friday if you want to get tickets at P200 or less [prices can be negotiated *wink *wink].
See you there, cool people.
To everyone else… weh ang corny ninyo. XP
[BGmusic: When the Lights Burn Out by Chris Cendana]
Quote for the Day:
- Girls With Slingshots by Danielle Corsetto
Yuck I’m getting kilig from a webcomic. Spoiler [sorry]: Hazel and Zach finally got together. Yiiiiiiiiiiii!
Anyway. About the title. The boy next door doesn’t actually live next door, but upstairs. We met one day outside my doorway…
*enter hazy glow-effect lighting and nostalgic music*
I was tying my shoelaces when a boy from upstairs came down the stairs and saw me. He looked like he was also about to go to school, but he stopped at his tracks and started talking to me. Continue reading ‘The Boy Next Door’
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