Love is overrated, a cliché.

When you think of love, the first thing that comes to almost everyone's minds is romance - hearts, chocolates, roses, the list goes on.

Of course I hope for that eternal love between a couple. But in the process of always waiting and hoping without fail, we, I included, have neglected to revel in the beauty of its many face, one being love among friends.

Some overlook this friendship love just to pine after romatic love. I was watching "Aquamarine" with one of my closest ADMU friends, Jasmin. It's a very simple and light movie, definitely not among the  A-listers of critics. But in its' simplicity and in the almost blatant display of how love is misconstrued, it gave me an opportunity to really acknowledge - at least to myself - how much my friends mean to me and how much I love them.

 

The movie almost made me cry! And I'm a big girl now! Oh well, I guess there's still the innocent child in me that refuses to back down.

This should’ve been posted two days ago. But alas! There was no internet.

 

A good conversation completes my day.

 

I had fun talking with Princess and Max. We were supposed to discuss what we’ll submit on Monday, but none of us were in the condition to weigh ourselves down with all the schoolwork. We knew that when we get home, we’ll occupy ourselves with schoolwork anyway, so we’d best get the relaxation we could with each other while we still can. I know I’ll be having a super duper hell week next week!

 

We talked about lots of things, but mostly about relationships. Sadly, Princess had to leave soon. So Max and I were left. We continued talking at the Gesu. I had a fun time. The conversation I had with both Max and Princess was rare, especially when you’re in a new place, surrounded with new people.

 

At the end of the day, despite the hopelessness and irritation I felt at the rejection of our proposal and for disappointing Ate Dea, I felt my day was complete and that somehow, everything was fine.

 

I wouldn’t take back what happened. I wouldn’t trade those precious moments of being able to connect with someone for anything because ultimately, it’s connecting with someone in a deeper level that fulfills me and makes me happy.

 

http://faithofacenturion.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-was-last-time-you-loved-forever.html

I've caught the bug! The drummer's bug...

 
This is so UN-ME that even I am surprised at myself. I never was a fan of rock, alternative or any loud music before. For me, loud music usually means a lot of drums.

 
I don't know where this sudden interest sprung from but I'm absolutely sure it's there. It's been there for months now. I've been itching to get hold of drumsticks - and not the edible ones mind you. 

 
Believe it or not, I've never held one. It's so sad. I know.

 
I have found myself singling out the drum parts in songs and making drumming motions in time to the rhythm.  A friend told me that it's synchronizing your feet and hand movements that is difficult. I've tried doing so - that is, I've tried doing it to an imaginary drum set.

 
Pathetic. Again, I know. 

 
I'm also aware that if I really want to, I must enroll myself in drumming classes.  That would be fun! Not to mention torture (for my arms and legs). I think Belle took drumming lessons before and she told me her arms ache.

 
But if I really want to - and I know I do - I'd have to sacrifice. <sigh> Another one on my growing "to-do" list!