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| [Don't expect me to cross-blog often. It's a hassle.] I'm following my sister's footsteps. Click on the image below for a tour of my abode.
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| After four years of blogging on Xanga I have decided to migrate over to Blogspot. I feel kind of guilty, but at the same time I'm welcoming the change. Blogspot is a lot cleaner than Xanga, and uh... It's easier to edit. Anyway, click on this link ---> LINK <--- to get to my new blog. Peace Out Xanga. It's been fun. | | |
| I watched WALL·E this afternoon with people from church. I won't give it a rating because . . . all PIXAR movies are worth seeing. But I've gotta say, the movie lacked dialogue. Here's a little excerpt from the movie:  WALL·E: "EVE"
EVE: "WALL·E"
W: "EVE"
E: "WALL·E"
W: "EVE"
E: "WALL·E"
W: "EVE"
E: "WALL·E"
W: "EVE"
E: "WALL·E"
W: "EVE"
E: "WALL·E"
W: "EVE"
E: "WALL·E"
W: "EVE"
E: "WALL·E"
W: "EVE"
E: "WALL·E"
W: "EVE"
E: "WALL·E"
W: "EVE"
E: "Directive"
W: "EVE"
E: "WALL·E" It makes quoting that movie pretty easy though. | | |
| I have erred in my ways far too many times this past term. When I look back I see myself unmotivated and uninspired!?* Whether this problem of mine is rooted from my bitterness of living in the Philippines, or just my adolescent view of the futility of life, I'm not living my days like they count. And I do wonder where my poor attitude has stemmed from. Was it from my lethargic summers spent during my elementary and high school years? Was it because my parents didn't push me to my limit when it came to academics? Was it the Morrison culture that uplifted Sports to be its second diety? Or maybe it's because I love arts too much to appreciate how technical the College of Business really is. I wonder if I can change, and if I can how long it'll take me to change. I wonder how I can motivate myself; I wonder if I can be inspired to be great. And I wonder if my writing this entry in my blog is a waste of time when I should be studying for my finals next week. And most of all I wonder what I'm going to do with the rest of my life. It means nothing to die for something when you spend your whole life not living for anything. I hope you're content with your life. * I've been taught that any sentence ending with Who, What, Where, When, or Why (or How) should end with either a question mark (?) or an exclamation mark (!) | | |
| The room was quiet and everything was still. The toy bricks mounted one another to form a triangular hill. The lifeless bears that lined the upper shelf stared into eternity as though they’d forgotten themselves. It was peaceful and tranquil, this cradle room. Nothing disturbed this utopian cocoon. It was the small creak of the door – that portent sound – the sign that guaranteed change to come. Then one by one, they dribbled in: the quiet murmuring of the young and innocent. They came in ones, and came in by twos, until the room was bustling with the noise of shouts and coos. They toppled the pyramid from its majestic stance, and crumbled those walls till they scattered the ground. They pulled at the seams of the pacifist bears, those empty eyes unable to shed tears. The room was in chaos, a torrential storm. Where everything once was neat, they now are no more. But when they leave I’ll clean things up, I’ll rebuild that pyramid I’ll stitch the wounded cubs. | | |
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