Mood: hug me
Now Playing: James' Bond Theme by Moby
Topic: Spill
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1. Went out to Oz Caf? with a couple friends from my law and ethics class. They were a pretty interesting bunch (or should I say pair, though I have to say that they aren't together "together"). If things won't go out of hand, we will be spending the rest of our academic lives together. In other words, we're bound to be classmates in our majors for the next two years. I'm just glad to have known them.
2. After the "bonding session" with my classmates, I saw an alumna of UP Haring Ibon sitting under one of sunken garden's acacia trees. She was near the coconut tree (the only one there)--near the same spot where we used to hang out a few years back (yeah, I am that old). I approached her and asked how she's been. She told me some updates on her job, her love life and some updates on some of our organization's alumni. She told me that she's waiting for another alumna who'll be coming from work. I found out that they meet there once in a while--not much any different from our routine a few years back. She even reminded me of how I was back then: the innocent-looking freshman who used to drink gin with them even in broad daylight. She wondered why I stopped being the tripper that I was (though now, I look more like one). She asked why I stopped staying out late. It couldn't possibly be caused my dad (who's been strict since I don't know when). Maybe I chose to. Maybe I had no other choice. I honestly didn't know what to answer. What I know is that, I missed them big time.
Why did I even stop doing those things? Does it really come with age? Sometimes people (at least in the university) assume that I am the ultimate rule breaker and thrill seeker; but the truth is I am actually not. But why? Is it a sign of maturity? If it is, why do I still have the desire to break free again? Does that make me less mature?
My life is what I make it. I'm not going to let any circumstance get in my way. I know what I want. I guess I just have to be more assertive.
3. Spent my night out at Quattro with my barkada last night. It has been a while since I last saw them (probably more than two months ago) so being with them again was great. There is the usual "updating each other" thing and the "barkada gossip" headed by a good friend. Apparently, much (gossip or truth?) has been going around without my knowledge. Much was said (or rather, implied) from what I have heard from them last night. And like always, each came out to be a good sport.
As Christmas nears, so is our barkada Christmas party. Preparations have already started; thanks to the ones for planning and organizing skills. Some categories for our outrageous barkada awards are finalized already and will be polled soon. Kris-cringle has begun and the first batch of gifts is expected next week. (Hmmm.... I wonder what I will be getting.)
4. Some questions: Am I that thin? (Am I too thin?) Do I really look like I'm taking drugs?
5. Just as promised, I help my grandmother organize her stuff. As she was digging on to piles of old stuff, she found this letter written on pink paper. It was a letter addressed to all her children. She asked me to read it, so I did. It was then that I found out that the letter was meant to be read on the day of her death. My vision became clouded as I went on reading. It was when I was about to sob that I stopped reading the letter. I just can't bear the thought of her gone. I told her that there will be a time for me to read the letter, but that time isn't now. She can keep it for the longest time possible, I told myself. For now, she just has to go on living.
I guess she has to take Madonna's song, "Die another Day," seriously.
6. On blogs: talking about your self or talking about other people's businesses? Being self-centered or being nosy? Narcissism or not?