Strong inside but you don't know it
Good little girls they never show it
When you open up your mouth to speak
Could you be a little weak

Hurt that's not supposed to show
And tears that fall when no one knows
When you're trying hard to be your best
Could you be a little less

What it feels like for a girl, Madonna

I have finally decided to push through with it. It may leave a scar, but whatheh, it’s for the best. It has to be removed otherwise it will grow into something scarier. Thank God I have beautiful family and friends to support me in this tough road.

Am I too young for this? I have no idea. Walang pinipiling edad ang mga ganito right.
But am I ready? Well, I am. I should be.

Gently – was it experimentally? – He pressed her hand at parting; but his own felt undisturbed and emotionless. Did she still care? The answer to the question hardly interested him.

The young moon had set, and from the uninviting cot he could see one half of a star-studded sky.

So that was all over.

Why had he obstinately clung to that dream?

So all these years – Since when? – He had been seeing the light of dead stars, long extinguished, yet seemingly still in their appointed places in the heavens.

An immense sadness as of loss invaded his spirit, a vast homesickness for some immutable refuge of the heart far away where faded gardens bloom again, and where live on in unchanging freshness, the dear, dead loves of vanished youth.

Dead Stars by Paz Marquez Benitez.

Pretty weird how some of our officials work. Yesterday, while I was driving with my friends in C5, I accidentally beat the red light. I really did stop, honestly. But I guess I was driving a bit fast that it was too late for an early stop (Hope you got my point). So 5 officials stopped me, but only 2 approached my vehicle. One was talking while the other one was listening. So the guy talking said I did beat the red light. I replied that yes I did, but I stopped and it was just too late. He asked for my license. I was actually hesitant to give it but I did anyway. Most of the drivers would argue with the officials and even “negotiate” with them, but the sun has just rose and I wasn’t in the mood for any argument. It was okay for me na “ticketan” ako because it’s my fault and it’s their job. I only asked for one condition: issue me a ticket and I’ll pay through Metrobank. It’s easier than the one we grew up with (tubos yung driver’s license sa office). No need to “tubos” the driver’s license. He said okay.

Here’s the weird part. After a few minutes, he came back and gave my license back. Warning na lang ma’am. I was stunned. I didn’t negotiate. I didn’t cry. I didn’t argue. I didn’t do anything. Whatheh happened! My friends and I were all thinking why. We all believed that it was because they thought I was going to "bargain" with them. Hell no! I’d rather pay through bank than pay them directly. It was my fault and as a responsible driver, I should know what I should do.

A very good lesson for me but a better lesson for people like those. There are some people who’d rather admit his/her fault than feed one’s corruption.

It’s like I won sa Beijing Olympics 2008. And the best thing about this is that I got the Gold, Silver and Bronze medals.

1 point coming from Juddah.

2 points coming from Rico.

Slamdunk! Mickey, you are so freakin` fine!

Lifetime achievement. Dream come true. A wicked celebration indeed.

And oh, there's a possibility na magkayap and kiss pa din kami ni Mickey until now.

With eyes of a watchman
With ears of a superhero
With nose of a canine dog
With mouth like an armalite
With hair like the weather
With smile like a beautiful morning

With a singing voice like a broken jukebox
With dancing moves like a bunot on a floorwaxed floor

With patience of an elevator operator
With determination of a snail
With courage of a lion and tiger combined

With mind of her own
With heart of her own

February 2008
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September 2008
October 2008

.fourth!Romance is the designer.
Inspiration from Exuvalia.