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Saturday, May 12, 2007

[ in the mind of sentimentality ]

I'm at the cafe again, typing. It's been long since I last did this because I never like to type when I have limited time. Anyway. Do you realize it's the 12th of May today? A month more and we'll find ourselves back in school. This summer was the fastest - and the slowest - I've ever been. Days moved by slowly maybe because I was bored. I hardly went out except with my family to do some shopping. Not like last year. It was the best summer I ever had.

Days moved and are moving quickly, and I realize that it's only matter of time before I'm leaving, before I get to start a new life. It moves, quickly. Faster than I can feel anything about going. Quickly. I don't realize that I'm wasting precious time. Quickly. While I'm thinking slow time catches up and overtakes me.

What is that funny thing about time anyway? It flies when you're having fun and it doesn't when you're not.

Did it fly? May 12, 2006. When we were in the hotel in Manila. How much time since then? A year ago today. Is it?

June 13, 2006. Still clear in my memory, like it happened today. Did it fly again?

May 12 to June 13, 2007. Almost a month. I HOPE IT DOESN'T.

I'm a person who lives in the past. Maybe I keep hanging on to it like a dream. Then BAM, when I wake up, it's gone. I realize that it's over and it's done.

Somebody once told me that if I bring my past into my very near future, I'll be finding it harder to move on. That's a new way of thinking I guess.

Thing is, I don't like to think about the future.

And as much as I tend to, I don't like to live in the past either.

I wish I could live in the present.

But then, maybe I'll just have to realize that this is now, before it's too late, before I let time overtake me and regret it for the rest of my future.

To those who do not realize what I mean, this post is about my life in general. I'm moving and I'll be gone before I know it, and there's only a little over a month left, and I still have to go to school on the 13th of June just like I did a year ago, only to be there one last time before I leave.

"Love alters not with time's brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom."
- Lucas Scott, One Tree Hill

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ole!
 first of all, a big shout-out to the person who made this layout, therefore enabling me to post more frequently (hooray!), BEEKEE. thanks a lot!

moving on...

this is my own personal space, where i write down everything i can think of to write. please take note that i update irregularly - like i will be on hiatus for a while, and then make two posts a day. right now i am on my two-post phase.

also since this is obviously mine, i would like you to know that this is a free world, and that i am entitled to my own opinion. therefore this blog is solely for myself and my purposes ONLY. flames are not accepted, since there is nothing to flame about.

however, comments will be greatly appreciated. :)

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chloe
 i am loving the song when the stars go blue, therefore it is my layout for now. ask me later and it'll be different. :) i'm proudly pinay (with a little spanish and chinese descent on the side), and proudly bedan. this beloved blog of mine has been up since the eighteenth of february two thousand and six, but i have made other blogs before that. i write purely to let my feelings out and/or to keep my memories. someday i'm going to write a novel, but right now i'm concentrating on growing up.

thank you. bow.

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