I've never associated myself with Democrats, Republicans or any other political parties out there. I've always stayed away from it because simply put, I think they're all from the same tree. Face it; whatever one side supports, the other side goes against. It'll always be that way ( Read more... )

I borrowed Jim Henson's The Storyteller from the library today, and introduced Audrey to it. This was a big part of my teenage years. (Channel 9, right before dinner...heehee!) Eric, Audrey and I were naming movies and TV shows we loved while growing up and I asked Eric if he knew about this show -- he didn't. It actually was surprising. Maybe "The ( Read more... )

So. I'm feeling a little bit better from that last entry. I think I just need to jolt out of my stagnant behavior. I won't say the feeling's gone away, but I'm working very hard not to let it get the better of me. One of the things I ought to constantly remind myself is to keep on moving. Never be complacent with my life, but be aware of what I ( Read more... )

This is why I can't help but appreciate MySpace: I found a long-lost best friend who lives in the Netherlands. Some of you may have read a thing or two about her on my LJ a few years back. We kind of lost contact with each other...when Hanson lost its popularity. lmao. But yeah, we found each other again! It's weird, we've grown and changed but I ( Read more... )

Some person who has no life decided to make a mock-up journal of Sarah's and added us. Ahahahah, thank god I didn't add that troll asap ( Read more... )

I wish I can be more sociable, but most of the time I just end up feeling like a fraud. It's not like I pretend to like people, it's the act of me trying to communicate with others that I find so hard, and I wish it weren't so. People think I'm being dramatic but if only they could see it through my eyes...then they would understand that it's just ( Read more... )

I look in the mirror and discover that I am still sixteen. My hair is parted in the same side, with a tiny lime green barrette peeking through a few loose strands. My tired eyes remind me of that night I sneaked into the kitchen at 12:30 and made coffee for the first time: sleep didn't come to me then and I ended up writing a story and actually ( Read more... )

( sad stuff )

( Step inside our old, old house in the Philippines. )

Today is the first day of the rest of my life.