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Friday, May 30, 2008

I am such in a blogging high. I'm taking advantage of it. :]

BLOGGABLE # 1
I admit it. I am not just a "kasi siya na yung pinakamagaling dun eh" or a for-this-season fan. I am a die-hard, and in the words of Mimi Tiu, I-will-turn-into-mush-if-I-meet-David-Cook fan.

Predicatably: NOW PLAYING: I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing* - David Cook

*my fave performance of his ever. The string orchestra arrangement (his, I might add) is stunning.

BLOGGABLE #2
I've been in school for most of my life. I've been friends with people who have similarities, or maybe differences. For a while, I've had an illusion that being rich and famous and fabulous was a norm, a choice. And if not, unfair cruelty.

Screw that thinking.

Real people, I've learned over the years, are those who get hit by water pellets of rain riding in a tricycle, and not those who ride behind tinted windows and have their own private personal Altis driven by their own private personal driver.

Real people are not those ridiculously gorgeous illusionists, but those people who will make you heart melt in love, whether family, friend, or special someone, even with icing on their cheek and bed head hair.

Real people are not those picture perfect planned and mapped out people; rather, those who walk by faith and abide.

Real people definitely cannot be those who worship Prada or have went along with the twisted culture tug of the society, but those people who bow down and say there is nothing they can do without God, and shamelessly and unconditionally put Him on top of every priority.

Or at least, that's the kind of person I want to be, and hopefully am growing to be. :]

BLOGGABLE # 3
Correction: I'm not an ice queen.

Ever since my last infatuation, I've been free from having a crush. It's more than being liberated from something inside me tugging me all the time to do actions and get myself concerned about complications (hormones?). I've been doing the true love-daydream, see: when you picture yourself in the future with that someone meant for you. And when I look into it, I see no face, hear voice. Dreams of his serenading me, of being in his arms; I couldn't find myself in any of these situations, however dream-only they may be. I tried to picture someone, but as I wasn't attracted to anybody, there was no one to pattern from. I tried to draft his figure, his personality, even just a little--and that's when it hit me.

Finally, I was free.

Free from that fairytale implant of Prince Charming of Mr Tall, Dark, Handsome, Dashing, Mr Darcy-Gentleman, Outging Venturer whatever-have-you. I wanted nothing, wished for nothing. All I knew was that God had someone for me, someone who would be my purpose, or at least one my purposes. All I could ask for was that he would be a Christian man. But I realized I wanted nothing more than that man He made for me, and I wouldn't care who he was, and that because my Father has me, um, bethrothed to him, that I love him already, whoever or whatever he may be.

It's an amazing feeling. ;) And concerning the ice queen thing, I'm not just stalling around and claim someone who I think would be perfect for me. No, I'm just waiting, and will wait unwasted and unwasting until he comes.

BLOGGABLE # 4
Still from the Candy blog (Mimi Tiu's DC comment was spotted there), I found this short story shared by Marla. It's by Haruki Murakami, entitled "On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning". Read it HERE.