Oh please! Stop aligning your brows. Apparition ba? Acads as an excuse for a neglected blog will not pass, will it? Let’s just say I’ve been plagued with grim circumstances that will leave me, before the wee hours of the morning, wishing that a day were another 24 hours longer.

And I have not so many "cooool thangs" to share, to begin with. I felt that if I were to revive this blog, I should reverse the tides. A grievance slate is what has become of this blog and I think all of you, my bloggist friends, have enough of your own miseries. I’m superbly nice to spare you my angst. Sooo, my daily grudges go to my Cinderella~during~daylight diary and the super personal fancy flights to my Cinderella~before~midnight journal. 'You all ready to hit me in the head? Hahaha! And all those your eyes can dart in will be scrawled here! That is IF my strangling sked will allow. Shox! I’m finding it easy to believe that I’ve contracted the OC syndrome na! Hope it doesn’t get as bad as Deneb’s or PPPPaul’s. Joke!

Wait! I don’t have to explain.

So I turned 19 two weeks ago or so. And I was told that this year will be my last in the teenage arena. I tell you, my sense of responsibility is now kicking and consulting a psych book is now my kind of thing. Nature must have suspected that I rather need it.

Anyway, just to share something with an element of recency, I had watched Shyamalan’s THE VILLAGE. I tipped off my hat to the maker. Really awesome! I should appreciate it because compared to SIGNS, this one was way more bearable for me. That latter was so creepy that I wasn’t even able to finish watching it. THE VILLAGE wasn’t really scary, just shocking. Very atypical of a goosebump gizmo the movie was. With all the zing a retarded Noah had roped in and few bite~sized philosophies that really made me think, the movie definitely goes to my fave list.

I’d also seen Ramona Diaz’s IMELDA 2 weeks ago or so. Bless her heart, she who had engendered the notion of innateness of beauty in us. "It’s not hard to be beautiful. Beauty is natural," so her battlecry went. And amen to that!

I had seen ALONG CAME POLLY a month ago. The story was stale of its kind. Didn’t melt my heart.

August 12 was one helluva day! It had drawn the best and the worst from me. Never knew an ordinary Thursday could squeeze out my tears. Some friends had figured out why.

But that day wasn’t all that bad. On that stormy day, I experienced a couple of "first times" in my life:

Isaw was the next best thing, then.

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Yesterday, I went birdwatching in the Arboretum. The place was definitely far from what I have long thought it was like. The mint environment defeated the site’s stigma. Last week, I invaded the World of Butterflies in Marikina. The flying wonders of different hues surprised me. That was the first after lightyears that I felt again this distinct childish awe when they started to land on my shoulders, head and fingers. A magical feeling! These winged creatures sort of drifted me away from reality like a romantic idiot.

It was healthy, though. At least for somebody who’s having about enough of everything.

Guys, pampering ourselves in the middle of the suffocating acad continuum will really reduce the rigidity. So Klara, I so agree that we should watch the THE VILLAGE again. Hehe!

Well, I revived my blog because everyone’s so busy for verbal exchanges. I’m really missing a lot, I might add.

Today’s more than an ordinary Monday. Since I think I started it right, I hope the sun will shine in my favor throughout the week.