Posted by cltempla at 04:05 PM on January 26, 2007.
i wanna go dancin'.. not disco but real dancin'.. wanna do latino groovin'. modern jazz would also be great. have to scout for some sort of a dance school..:D dance to the beat.. yeah.. baby,,dance, dance till you sweat (a lot!)... :D REaL grO0viN', yeah!!!
Posted by cltempla at 04:34 PM on January 26, 2007.
books i've read from christimas til now when i should be doing my report.
V.C. Andrews
1. Crystal
2. Raven
3. Brooke
4. Garden of Shadows
5. If There Be Thorns
6. Flowers in the Attic
7. Petals on the Wind
8. Seeds of Yesterday
Paulo Coelho
1. The Zahir
2. Eleven Minutes
Sue Grafton
1. A is for Alibi
2. B is for Burglar
3. D is for Deadbeat
Sidney Sheldon
1. The sky is falling
2. A Stranger in the Mirror
Erle Stanley Gardner
1. The case of the Borrowed Brunette
and a book by Haruki Murakami about a woman-woman relationship which my friend recommended me to read but haven't finished yet.
So, i had the luxury of time reading all these novels plus the magazines and newspapers that come across my way every now and then.. oh, by the way, i've even read a book by BO SANCHEZ! but poor report! i don't have the time and patience for you! poor ya!!! better make yourself transform to something like romance or mystery perhaps that will make my heart skip fast.. something irresistible!!!
Posted by cltempla at 01:45 AM on January 27, 2007.
my 100th or more attempt of finishing my practicum report... but i gather that i can't finish this yet... i still am staring at the monitor thinking of what to do. worse, i don't think i know how to put my thoughts into words. that makes this whole thing so difficult for me aside from my mom constantly bugging me to go to certain places, do certain stuff...
i hate myself for being this way. i tried so hard to be more responsible but no, i find it so difficult. growing up is indeed so difficult.
Posted by cltempla at 01:42 PM on January 31, 2007.
I care for you. A care which is more than that of friendship. I think I love you. The same kind of love that romeo and juliet had for one another. Only we are not star-crossed lovers. A love that must have never been there. Many were the times that i tried to deprive this feeling of the things essential for its development but the more i try, the more it grows. And now it has already reached my head and trying to destroy my brain. My brain, my poor brain, the rational part of me now succumbs to my emotions.