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Silly Thoughts Lately


I wonder if this is already it, the end of everyone's teenage years, especially when the people around you dropped everything (like playing and having fun) and either talk about love, being serious or, more often than not, talk about the so-called future. Gee, it was not more than a year and a half now when my blockmates and I thought of our being immature for not being engaged to such phenomenon. And mind you, things are really going hell so fast, hell so rapidly.

Perhaps the so-called Senior's Syndrome - nah, we still have a year to go but for some, maybe it holds true. I am not really sure of this. Even those of the lower batches are really swamped with this thing called love. And it's really disturbing when it becomes the talk of the town and there you are, feeling out-of-place.

Is this the bandwagon nowadays that we all have to ride on ? Imagine, not a single person didn't ever mention a thing of the same context. Come on, isn't it weird when all of a sudden, people begins standing up and starts raising their ramblings about it.

This entry has nowhere to go. It's just that it seems really weird when everybody starts panicking as if it's the end of everything. And how contradicting that I started mentioning it all the way up here. I'm already becoming silly lately.

7:09 PM
Saturday, July 15, 2006
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Just for Kicks


I have been tagged by Patty, meaning she's requiring me to write 8 things/facts/habits about myself. And in the end, I have to pass this sort of "curse" (coz I have a bunch of pending urgent matters to settle yet I am here stuck with her little game) to six people (Hmm, I guess, I'm right about the curse now and why 6) by putting their names at the bottom part. Take note, there's an underlying rule, which is "no tags back." Silly game huh? Nah, let's just say that this is a break for me. Whew, after the long and tiring weeks of school. The former instruction must have been relatively easy, except for the latter one. But anyhow, just for kicks, I'm sending my regards and good luck to those who will be receiving this li'l curse. Peace!

First of, why eight? Gee, senseless question maybe so I might as well settle it asap. Anyway, you may find these things senseless either.

One. I lost seven pounds since last March. Does it show? I don't think so. Have I grown taller? Who cares. Am I conscious? Yes, definitely. Am I scared? Not really, I'm a hopeful person.

Two. There's only one person, maybe, whom I share the same passion with. I am talking about repertory plays. When I was young, I even thought of starring a musical, or even directing one of which. I remember the time when I did the role of Padre Salvi, in class, when I sang "Paring may sakit." Despite the lyrics in filipino, I really enjoyed it.

Three. This is in relation with number two. I am a frustrated singer. I love music, I love to sing but I can hardly hit the right note. And take note, even the right lyrics, I could hardly get. I am a composer, indeed.

Fourth. Let me add something to number three. It's about dancing as my major frustration. I guess, my wishbones and wings have something to do with this.

Fifth. I love movies, as everyone knows. It's one thing that I cannot live without. For as long as it's mind-boggling, then it's definitely fine with me. Don't worry, I am patient with chick-flicks and Filipino romantic films.

Sixth. I hate fruits being cooked, or just even heated. That's why Mcdonald's doesn't make a profit with their Apple Pie or with Jollibee's Peach-Mango Pie because I am really disgusted with it. Ohh, I should have put it this way: I love raw fruits. Even tomatoes, I love to eat it raw.

Seventh. Most of you wouldn't believe me on this but yes, I am very shy person. You just don't know how I put things up and exert those exaggerated confidence in me. After every which, I get too exhausted.

And lastly, eight. I love korean series! Haha, this must have been a big T.O. Oh well, just being honest here. =P

So there you go. Well said, I believe.

My apology to the one who came up with this curse for I will just be passing this on to four people I never knew. Anyway, here are the four unfortunate ones.

Ola6uv
roseaane
Rex
Jigs

They're the ones who kept my tagboard live. Thanks! =)

9:30 PM
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
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capture the cacophony

I am XIANXU
20yo Mafin Grad
loves Ateneo.
hates oral exams.
likes fruits.
dislikes cooked fruits.
likes photography.
hates my photos.
loves sadness.
hates happiness.
loves philo.
loves math.
loves writing.
loves love.
loves you.
loves nothing
welcome to my Cacophony!

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