Wednesday, December 29, 2004

.:Revision 1:.

I've made some revisions to the Battle Royale's opening chapter. Do let me know about any suggestions, okay?


And so there I was inside the booth, gushing over how cute Sandara Park looks like...

Pam: Kaya pala puro OPM tinutugtog mo! Closet jologs! Nasira tuloy respeto ko sayo...

Kel: But Sandara is great. I mean, she can't speak too much English or Filipino, so get her in bed, and she'll be speaking tongues!

Jean: W-ell...


Abby and I had an interesting conversation last night. I guess we've really known each other for so long that we're pretty much familiar with how the other ticks. Simply put, there's no eight-balling that could go on between the two of us, mainly because of how long we've known one another over the years. I guess I'll get into the details of the conversation when it's all right to do so. For now, suffice it to say that the conversation has been quite a revelation. I've ended up knowing a lot more about her, and how she has changed through the years, yet remaind inextricably the same. I'm glad, really.

And being appreciated is one thing I never thought I would be when it came to her.

.:Grave Of The Fireflies:.

Saw this film again. I love it, I love it. Grace watched it with me, and she was crying a river by the end of the film. We then had a nice date at Karate Kid...

.:Today's LSS:.

It's a Waveback Wednesday today, and this is the song that really sticks to me right now...

by Jann Arden

How do you cool your lips
After a summer’s kiss
How do you rid the sweat
After the body bliss
How do you turn your eyes
From the romantic glare
How do you block the sound
Of a voice you’d know anywhere

Oh, I really should have known
By the time you drove me home
By the vagueness in your eyes
Casual good-byes
By the chill in your embrace
The expression on your face
That told me
You might have some advice to give
On how to be

How do you numb your skin
After the warmest touch
How do you slow your blood
After the body rush
How do you free your soul
After you’ve found a friend
How do you teach your heart
It’s a crime to fall in love again

Oh, you probably won’t remember me
It’s probably ancient history
I’m one of the chosen few
Who went ahead and fell for you
I’m out of vogue, I’m out of touch
I fell too fast, I feel too much
I thought that you might have
Some advice to give on how to be

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