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Things money can't buy: #3 That good feeling you get when you know for sure that you are loved

Picture this: You don't have a boyfriend to tell you to go to sleep and bid you good night and then out of the blue, your best girlfriend calls you in the middle of the night in reply to a text message that you can't fall asleep having said that you have to wake up early in the morning for school. She then jokingly sings you a lullaby to make you fall asleep. Although it didn't totally work and you only end up staying awake later, that's when you know you are truly loved. <3

Philosophical mumbo jumbo

The first week of school was uninteresting. Like how it usually goes down, we didn't do much aside from getting our registration form signed. Besides me and my friends going to the mall every after class for three consecutive days, there really isn't much that I can tell you. Actually, there's just one thing: I love my Art Appreciation class.

In today's lecture, we were introduced to how art began as a form of human expression as my professor discussed the times of The Middle Ages up until the transition to the Renaissance period. I won't be discussing that here but if you're interested, all I can say is Google's your best friend, honey. (Sorry, I'm lazy like that.) So anyway, our prof asked us these questions as she went on the discussion; questions like, "Who are you?" and "Why are you here?" Sure, those are as basic as basic questions can get but if you really think about it, those are the questions that are hardest to answer. I was seated in my chair itching to recite but I had all these different ideas clashing in my head that by the time I put them together logically, my professor has moved on to another subject. She ended the class by reminding us to really think about our lives. Like, really. It's kind of scary for me when I think about it. (And I'm quite sure I'm not alone on this.) I mean, life in general is already a big complexity in itself, but with all the other bullcrap going on around in the world that may affect how we live in any way they might makes things a little extra harder, sometimes, far too extra.

Anyway, having all that philosophical talk inspired me to read Jostein Gaarder's Sophie's World again. I can only remember bits and pieces from the book because I didn't read it continuously. Hopefully this time I'll have the willpower and enough inspiration to finish reading it at a regular pace. :)


Oh, during our first back-to-school trip to the mall, I bought a new book:


I'm not sure if I want to read it before the movie comes out or not. Maybe after reading Sophie's World I shall proceed with this one. I want to buy more books!!!!

Hi. Good night.

“Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper ‘I love you’
Birds singin’ in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me.”

(Leap Year, 2010)
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No day but today

Today I spent my afternoon watching a couple of movies while lying on my bed (thank you to whoever invented the portable DVD player and thanks to my brother who was so kind to buy me one) with a mug of cold chocolate in hand. My first movie choice? Rent.


I know I was familiar with the musical but I didn't realize how really familiar I was with it until I watched the movie. I can sing the choruses to almost all the songs even though it's my first time seeing it and I haven't seen the live musical either. It's one of my brothers' fault, really. I've said it more than a few times already that I grew up listening to different kinds of music since my dad and my brothers just totally love music and so, I ended up being influenced by that. (Although, I am not as musical as one would expect because I'm too lazy, I admit that. Boo me.) Anyway, my brother would just listen all day and all afternoon to various musical soundtracks like Moulin Rouge and yes, Rent. I wasn't old enough yet to know what I was singing about but I was already singing to "Seasons of Love" then. And I can remember hearing "Tango Maureen" and its familiar beat and the recurring lines from "I Should Tell You" like it was yesterday. Oh, how I miss those days when my brother still lived with us and we'd randomly break out into sing-alongs like crazy people. I'm looking forward to the next time he comes home. Maybe I'll ask him to watch Rent with me and we'll sing all the songs together. :)

I don't know exactly how to end this post. I guess I'll just leave you with this favorite from the Rent soundtrack:

Those are the days I don't need remembering

I think I now know why I stopped listening to OPM. It's ironic because you know what actually made me realize it? A song from South Border. Freaking South Border who sang that song from... I won't even mention it because then I'd start thinking about it and eventually, I would end up thinking about the past, which is contrary to what this post is about. You know what, actually, it just may be the opposite of that. Now I'm starting to confuse myself.

Anyway, aside from the fact & the main reason, really, that I lost my previous music due to our old computer breaking down, I stopped listening to and caring about OPM because they can directly translate my emotions on paper. And they make me cry a lot, or at least, they used to. I didn't realize that until I felt the same feeling when I heard Wherever You Are by Southborder on TV. It wasn't intentional, it was just there when I tuned in. And it totally just clicked in my head. Even if I wanted to, I didn't dare YouTube or Google the song anymore because I just know that it would be a slide downhill from there on which I don't want to happen.

And then I saw this:


Coincidental much? I think so. Now you know what this post is really about.

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