sometimes, people need the recognition that something or someone important is fading away, before they do something drastic.

that's just the way it is, Mondy.

i think it's not wrong at all.

it's not wrong to be honest even if we live in a world that is layered and coated in secrecy and in lies. or to be honest with a self that has resigned to hiding or running away from chances thrown in the tides of circumstance.

i think it's not wrong to be mistaken about expectations. or to welcome a change of mind--or heart.

and i think it's not wrong to be sorry, or to be confused about certain things and certain people. but it is wrong to linger on it much without wanting to give credit where it is due.

in the rush of things--of finals, due projects and papers, of people coming in and out of other people's lives, above the gray clouds that only spell rain, i am seeing things in a slower and better light. and instead of being dragged by the leash in a fast forward pace of living in the slice of the real world, my clogs are clicking softly with the pavement as i take my time to see changes and accept its coming.

and i guess i'm not wrong for doing that.

i'm a big fan of concerts for a real cause.

so there's this one, a benefit concert sponsored by 60th Eng of De La Salle University in partnership with Clean Up the World Foundation (http://www.cleanuptheworld.org/): Rock the World, Clean it Up Concert. It's scheduled on the 22nd of September (right after the Fall Out Boy concert which is on the 21st) at The Rockwell Activity Center. There're probably tickets, which aren't available yet, but i'll be posting it here again for some more updates on the bands and stuff.

i don't want fear.

fear that would chain someone in something that is truthfully--stripped of all the bias of the whos or whats or whys--only 'good'. fear that would prevent the wonderful takes of people on risking for the silly butterflies in the stomach, on the sinking feeling of loneliness--for the simple light of the truth. a fear that deprives anyone of living.

really living.

i don't want that anymore. i want, more than anything, to be happy.

nothing beats a hectic-no-time-to-rest engineering college life than a three day vacation. thankyoulord! i'm betting nursing students are singing hallelujahs right now too.

okay, on with my post.

on an attempt to be a prolific writer for an upcoming movie.

i only have the highest praises for Neil Gaiman. He is such a weaver of words and worlds as shown with his work on The Sandman (I had the whole thing scanned and put in a CD because one graphic novel issue costs about Php 900. and it has a friggin' bunch of volumes!), Good Omens (with Terry Pratchett), Neverwhere and such.

Stardust is a novel inspired movie by Neil Gaiman and Charles Vess. as with his other novel turned movie Mirrormask, it has a certain fairytale sort of feel that is well within reach of adults and kids alike. Fans of Neil Gaiman's work and those who simply love a good plot won't be disappointed.

you can visit the official movie website here: www.stardustmovie.com

suddenly i find myself floating in with the stream of words and my ever drifting thoughts and Rachel Yamagata as my background music.

maybe it was the alcohol induced drink to cope for my sudden attack of cramps in between classes and a report. and though i had wanted more, two bottles sufficed for a weekday night. maybe it's the effortless honesty that comes with a little bit of drunkedness--how suddenly it becomes too simple to have to deviate it with reason or logic. or with the fear of looking stupid or vulnerable or all those things we worry when we're too consumed with what others would think of us in hushed tones. i think that that's just what we all need right now: people just being damn honest to give a hell. like how everything slips and still fall into place at the end of the night and into the morning of a new day.