dreams are sewing machines.

I've never had this much fun in Foundation days. Today, there was a fire at Canlubang (again) and we have no idea why it happens every Saturday (since they said it wasn't done intentionally). After my SPROJ class, I hitched with Ralph to go to Don Bosco and thank heavens I saw TJ, Jake, and Cassie to keep me company while I was waiting for Bea. We looked for trips and I bought this really expensive ice cream (why oh why!)

We saw old faces and new faces and somehow, the unfamiliarity of everything took a hold of us. We really are too old for the fair. So the guys, Bea and I decided to have a little drink and we roamed from Rustan's, PC Butts, to Paseo. BJ Avenue, palengke, to Guilly's.

Fun, fun night! We had this spontaneous gig and I'm sure you guys wouldn't want to hear it, but just in case you want your eardrums to bleed--

( Be our guest. )

Blame it on the a-a-alcohol.

There are two kinds of neighbors.

One, they are understanding and they accept fun in their lives. Even if the new day has already started and the whole village is already in deep slumber, they will let you have your fun even if you're making such a racket (because they expect you to do the exact same favor when it's their turn).

The other one will be the exact opposite. They will complain to the guards that you're too noisy. You will be told off and you will be annoyed for the rest of the night, because you and your friends can't even have a decent inuman session anymore. But you'll keep on talking, keep on drinking, and will keep on thinking of ways how to annoy the neighbor without the guard's knowledge.

However, there is a downside on the first kind. There is a high chance where that kind of neighbor won't really care whatever you do with your life. They will let you do what you want without any complaints, and in the end, whatever happens... they still won't care. Because that's what they already showed you before and that's how they handle you. They wouldn't want to be included in any of your shenanigans which sucks, because when you think about it... what if you were already getting stabbed inside your house and you're screaming, they'll just think it's another one of your shindigs. Which equals to your death.

The second kind, well... quite obviously, whatever you do, they'll intrude and you'll still be annoyed. But you know that they care what's happening. Which isn't quite as annoying as it sounds.

So... which would you prefer, the ignorant kind or the annoying but you know they'll be there to tell on you (still they're showing you that they care) kind?

Ateneo's play tried a bit too hard into making it more of a creepy, drama vibe, however the thing that really got the audience was the comedy side to it. I personally thought that the adventure of going to our destination was better than actually getting there and experiencing it. I wish we had a chance to perform as well (alas, we were not asked).


But still, it was a good experience and I had fun. Although, somehow, I felt that I was kind of forced going there since we had to spend a lot of money into it, anyway. However, money can't buy you happiness all the time. Le sigh.


I had a better time as night fell and we hung out and drank near Benilde and then bought Bagnet (which is heart attack in a box), afterwards, went to Mini Stop and ate there. I want to go back to Taft and buy that really good tenga in front of Stoops (sp?). Good, crazy times.

They were a painted, pretty picture sprawled across a blank page. It was on top but barely touching, and it seemed as if it was afloat. The squiggles and lines that created the figures were moving in symphony with the harmonious air. It seemed that all was but a dream, but she didn't mind her sleep, so she stayed like that for a couple of minutes more.

She tried to jolt herself awake with dainty nudges, yet her eyes decided to stay closed. Her lips opened and closed, forming words that sound has never heard of, so it didn't come out and they were never heard. Cheeks flushed and body tense, she was in this dream-like state that she can never get out of.

He said he'll come back and plant that seedling so it'll grow to a tall tree and save her.

The skies were a pale blue but the stars had already started to glisten. She shimmied away the white ribbons that held her close and went down the road of cobble stone, reckless. She tripped and fell along the way and noticed something else that she hasn't recognized before. Yet it fell from the bridge of her nose and her vision had started to obscure.

Was she dreaming?

She ran her fingers through her unkempt hair and froze as she saw a silver bracelet hanging from her wrist. A lone star designed it's simple form. And it twinkled. And it said to her, "you are my star that keeps me safe. With you, I'll never be lost."

And she knew then and there... she was definitely dreaming.