A light when all other lights go out!

Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly. - Anonymous

at sinong di mapapasayaw ng ulan?

The weight of the things that remain unspoken built up so much, it crushed us every day.

because it's that kind of afternoon... 525,600 minutes. 525,000 moments so dear. 525,600 minutes. how do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In 525,600 minutes, how do you measure a year in the life? How about love? Measure in love. Seasons of love... :)

you're a genius. i like you. i wrote down your name.

The world doesn't care what you know. What the world cares about is what you do with what you know.

And the cynics were outraged, screaming, "This is absurd!" 'Cause for a moment a band of thieves in ripped-up jeans got to rule the world.

i never get tired of this song.

that embarrassing moment when i found myself calling someone jeffrey and it turns out his name is really paolo. (i'm really sorry. may God bless you.)

conversation via ym. lala: bum frustrating day cory: :) lala: work gets more unattractive every day cory: ikr lala: im gonna up and be a leftist onna these days im tellin ya cory: our english is a little slurred today huh? lala: im preparing na for my guerilla future e hihihi.

i knew i should have stopped at only one cup. when will i ever learn?

it must have been years since the last time i did this. i watched snow white and the huntsman with chaida and mafel at the 11:15pm time slot at the mall. i was watching its trailer on youtube when we just suddenly decided to watch it on the big screen. like, right there and then. chaida and i managed to accomplish bathing within minutes and then throwing on clothes before heading out the door. we were practically running inside the mall to the cinemas just to get our tickets in time. it was fun. we should have last-minute decisions more often. hehehe. ^_^

Lala has invented a strange new word. Lala: how was your weekend, dearling? Cory: dearling?? new word?? Lala: a little dear Hehe.

his lifelong motto: Jump off the cliff and build your wings on the way down.

because those who don't know me call me richelle

Sometimes, I wish my life were like this: Shooting straight upwards. Taylor Swift's life is like that. That's why I envy her every day. :) Now, there was a time when my life looked like this: And when it did, I think I must have left a lot of people confused. And then I found this on the internet and I thought it quite apt in describing what followed afterwards: W for Whatever. There was a time in my life when I seemed like that. People thought it would never end. I did too. And this is the final graph, which is what I'm wishing my life will really look like: I'm the small red dot there, if you can see it. It means that hopefully, things will get better. (And I stop giving people hell.) ^_^

The transit of Venus as seen from the island of Malta, where the sun was rising just as the last few phases of the event was happening. :) Photo credit: Karl Borg

shut up and put your money where your mouth is (that's what you get for waking up in vegas)

Catharine let Newt sleep for an hour, and while he slept she adored him with all her heart. - you just have to change the names

1. Ray Bradbury 2. Marilynne Robinson

So yesterday night, I cooked tuna with egg. I had been dying all day to go home and cook it and I was satisfied with the results. I had tried it the night before that but that time, when I had slipped the food from the frying pan to the plate, I hadn't felt so sure about what I had done. Last night, it finally looked like how I think it should have looked like. Yay!

I'd tell you I miss you but I don't know how. I never heard silence quite this loud.

hey, so, can i blog you? do i need your permission? no, right? bec this is my intellectual property too?? thus, i have rights to this as well? love you!! hmm...do you think this well get me a yes? heehee!

i hate grammar rules. how dare they tell me how to write my english. the nerve. heehee.

i'm looking forward to going home and cooking. that said, let it be known that i have never really cooked in my life and don't know how to. i have broken a couple of eggs a couple of times before, but for some reason i keep forgetting how to do it every time. (probably because those times were few and far in between) cooking makes me feel like a freshie, unsure of everything. but! i have one rule and only one rule when it comes to cooking: just make sure it comes out edible. hihihihi.

It's always darkest before the dawn.

if i don't write this down, i am bound to forget it. i said today that i like the word "irritated". and when asked for the reason, i said that it was because it was a word that referred to something so commonly experienced in life. and i realized that the reason why i like words was that they held a very conceptual meaning for me. they were thoughts, and sometimes, small worlds. they're situations and human experience. and when a word, a phrase, or a manner of speaking is able to capture and express such, i am amazed and happy. or something like that. in short, i like words because they identify and capture human experience and i like words that identify or capture human experience. so that explains why i am actually good at explaining words.

it is the saddest thing, but one of the joys of my life is actually the activity of determining my desktop background for the day.

says he: "A big part of doing your work is defending your time and your attention so you can do your work." thank you for the reminder, sir.

when did one cup of coffee stop being enough? :(

i've been reading a lot about barack obama these days. i've grown to admire him more and more for who he is as a person and what his life holds as an example for me (though his presidency and governmental policies are another story). and then one evening, out of the blue, i suddenly said casually to chaida, "chaids, you know what, i think barack obama is gwapo ." chaida stopped, and after a pause, reacted in a long, drawn-out disagreement: "nooo..." a touch embarrassed, i hastened to explain myself: "I don't mean that he's gwapo in a celebrity, hunk, kind of way. I mean, he's gwapo in a sort of... president kind of way..." (hihihi) she said, "Oh, yeah, in an intelligent..." "...yeah, sort of dignified kind of way," I said, finishing her statement with my thoughts. "He's pretty lean, you know, for a president..." (which makes you kind of raise your eyebrows. was i meaning to say that president...

aujourd'hui, lappy est morte. :( this was the first line of the stranger by albert camus. sort of. you see, m. camus was not actually speaking of his laptop in his first line. (in case you do not know, lappy is colloquial for laptop.) he was speaking of the main character's mother, which is maman in french. thus, the line was really - aujourd'hui, maman est morte . and by the way, there was no sad face either. i'm actually just really ripping off albert camus and hoping he does not respond to me with fire and holy water for daring to profane his work. so let me dignify this post by disclosing the proper english translation of the opening sentence: today, mother died. and, i'm hoping lappy hasn't died really. just in comatose. crossing my fingers.

hi blog! it's been a long, long time since i talked to you! i think i might come back but i'm not sure yet. so we're still in a limbo. but anyway, just wanted to say hi. hi! :)