song for a winter’s night

December 10, 2005

The smoke is rising in the shadows overhead
My glass is almost empty
I read again between the lines upon the page
The words of love you sent me

If I could know within my heart
That you were lonely too
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
Upon this winter night with you

The fire is dying now, my lamp is growing dim
The shades of night are lifting
The mornin’ light steals across my windowpane
Where webs of snow are drifting

If I could only have you near
To breathe a sigh or two
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
And to be once again with with you
To be once again with with you

 

full spoiler — naah..what can you do? this is my blog!

October 28, 2005

I really haven’t anyone to talk to about Harry Potter since I was
done reading it. Instead, I was on my own and thinking about my own
insights as to what-ta-happen next and all that. Nobody at home reads
the book-series, so does here at school so I am left here, with my blog
to put all of these down. Whoever has read this (which I assume, none)
will feel back because this is the ultimate spoiler. Hehehe!!

So who’s Half-Blood Prince? The Prince is not actually the
prince-princess we were all assuming at while waiting for almost a year
– apparently Rowling has her own style of letting us assume uselessly.
It was a surname, hey, and it’s a middle name. Of whom? Well, I assume
everyone already knows who killed the life out of Dumbledore. He
actually invented the Sectumsempra spell (amazing!) and it makes me
think I would rather use that for someone who ultimately pisses me off.
But the spell is evil, you know. If there’d been coercions for it, it
would most probably be capital punishment.

Snape’s mother is Eileen Prince, a pure-blooded witch and apparently,
his father, Thomas Snape, is a muggle. That’s why he was too proud of
his mother’s surname and equally despised by his father’s. Sounds
familiar, though. Just like Tom Riddle was.

Romance blooms, and you can check my photo profile who’s won the heart
of Harry. Oh sheets..I would die for a kiss like that..waaaahhh!!!

I prefer to keep feeling it than write it here, so we’ll go on.

Dumbledore was killed in a very stupid, shocking way by the oily-haired
Snape. WHateve Dumbledore’s reason was for trusting him, I would
daresay, it was the ultimate mistake of his. Snape has never been so
wise.

Lavender Brown calls Ron Weasley “won-won” (oh, how gross!) and just as
Dean and Ginny was, they were almost endlessly snoggling…I couldn’t
imagine these people..but anyway, snoggling begins at 13. Don’t ask me
when I first did it.

Apparently, though, I could say Snape does not necessarily wanted to
kill the headmaster. He was forced to, since Malfoy obviously cannot
fulfill the orders, or else he would die. It has something to do with
the Unbreakable Vow he had with Narcissa Malfoy (or Cissy as she was
lovingly referred to by her evil sis Bella) one night before the school
opened.

SO, Macgonnagall’s to take over and she’s now headmistress. There are
options of closing the school, but Harry, and with ROn and Hermione,
decided not to come back, instead to find the rest of the missing (4)
horcruxes in order to finish Voldemort.

In the end, Harry decided not to see Ginny so much, realizing that all
of his loved ones are slowly taken away from him. He even remarked,
“what if this is your funeral, and it was my fault?” How rather sweet…

enough..I really cannot do nothing at these times. The scholarships office are really taking my time…

Late Half-blood Prince review

October 27, 2005

I was just off the sixth book of HP - it was bad..no I don’t mean the way it was written was bad, but it was actually very well written that the author achieved what she longed for me to feel after reading the book — bad.

I wouldn’t want to say more now ’cause I’m terribly sleepy, plus I promised dada I would sleep early tonight..he might not like the thought of me sulking here and making a pwede-naman-ipagpapabukas review..

I just want this feeling to be etched on this site..oh..how bad..how bad..

But it was all the while lovely and funny..aarrgghh!! How come I always liked reading about kisses and all that stuff…yikes..I’m getting giddy and dirty! haha!

‘night all..

who says I’m evil?

October 23, 2005

My parents feel indifferent with me lately, because clearly, I have had been doing nothing but face the computer (for academic reasons, of course) as well as uttering words such as defense, CS, paper, and other annoying scholastic tail tales.
Apparently, I have been giving more priority to my school work. I have been giving a low participation here at home. The only chore I do was to arrange my messy table whenever I have the chance to, or wash the dishes if it is my schedule to do it.

Looks like I do not exist. Well, partly, it is my fault, because I willed not to exist because my mind was left inside the campus grounds even if I was already home. Sometimes I do not even eat.

My parents didn’t care as well, or I think they didn’t. I know that they talk about my recent attitude sometimes at night. I wouldn’t be surprised if they would even despise me one of these days.

Or they are just plain insecure with my situation. Well, they do not know how hard my situation is. That is why I try so hard to understand them, with my barely almost 19-year old mind. I cannot blame them for feeling that way for me. Maybe they thought they had lost control over me, or that I am slowly drifting away from them.

Since it is Sem break this time, I cleaned the house, particularly the living room. I missed cleaning, mind you. What will all the computer routines. They are still indifferent, although I think the feeling eased a bit with me cleaning and finally giving some participations. I just wonder how “not cleaning” made me evil.

A lot of people regard one person good, but that person does not even know how to wash the damn dishes. She might not have even held a soft broom! But she is good because she does good things.

I am evil because I did not do a single chore, although I did so for my studies. Nobody in this home says I am good, because I failed to sweep the floors or apply a wax in them. All for academic reasons. And yes, I’ve been treated this way.

How pathetic.

Semestral heck

I’ve been 2 days off the first semester - damn, my body has never showed so much signs of tiredness. I feel my hands dancing to a melody only they can hear. I guess they were too used with moving so much. What with all the paperworks I needed to accomplish and all the final exams I had to get rid of.

My head was also pounding a while ago. I don’t know if it’s because I read the Harry Potter book for a few good hours, but I guess it has also something to do with facing the computer every now and then last semester. I am glad it is over, though I couldn’t help from being sad that my favorite Literature class will have to end.

As of the moment I am trying to pull myself and do some new things. I still read, but this time for imaginative purposes, as well as language purposes. Since I do not watch TV anymore, I sometimes find it hard to keep up with my vocabulary. Well, my vocabulary was never really good. Sometimes I just try to understand them the way I wanted to. Funny, huh?

I also look through the net for free movies. I hate having to go to the pueblo and discharge another 15 pesos for a scratchy movie.

I cleaned the house first thing in the morning, like I cleaned our room first thing in the morning yesterday. Fain I would see lesser dusts, or that my nose could feel lesser dusts, because, really, my nose is not fond of them. They make me Rudolph-nosed.

I had a fight - too bad - with myself. That really makes me say FUCK all over and over again.

I hope this semester will go well. I cannot take anymore stealing under the roof where I am today. It just makes you lose your trust to a lot of people.

I guess that would be it for this entry. I am writing another about something. I will to separate it from here ’cause that’ll bombard my title.

I’m just tired. I hope I caould exile myself somewhere and just pause from seeing some people particularly one person, as well as my profs.