The littlest things are the biggest blessings

The past week has been great. Too great for words. This is a photo-filled post.

Last Friday, 23rd of March, we had our Baccalaureate Mass. But before that, we had to register for our course's Alumni Organization, plus we got our meriendas and our Alumni Cards.

Our class photo!

With Charice and Ate Shawie <3 

This "work" from '09, why I hate weheartit.com and some shit I'd like to blabber about

I am such a bore

I know no fun. I'm no gamer. You can't talk to me about DoTA or LoL or Diablo or L4D or CoD. No. I do know all those. I've played some of those, but I know little about them. I do drink. But I can't drink too much or I'll end up sitting on the tiled bathroom floor, vomiting my insides. It's because of my hyperacidity. Or ulcer. I really don't know which, I have not had it checked yet. I never felt that beautiful to be with someone. Or that voluptuous. I have the body of a twelve year old, haven't I told you that? I can dance. I can cook (a little). I can sing (occasionally). Of course I feel good about myself.
Sometimes, I feel too good about myself even.

I'm fine with just a book and holding your hand. Those two plus coffee. Or cigarettes. Or both. Or walking. Just walking with you. We can hold hands. We can talk. We can take pictures. Of us. Or not. It could be the children on the street, some flower, a bridge. Anything. Or maybe we could just enjoy the places and the comfortable silence between us. I'm good with that.

I forgot to have an introductory post, but is that even necessary?

Y'kno, people always start with the "Who am I?" themed post when they're in a "new" blog site. I didn't have one. Because that question is just so difficult to answer. Nope, don't get me started with the whole Johari Window thing where you try to "see yourself in different perspectives." No. I also have a huge problem with laying out how we start things.

Next topic.

On finding yourself in a strange place. But it feels like home nonetheless.

Have you ever had that "I just don't belong here" feeling? When you just feel like you've been dropped by some spaceship in a peculiar, alien-filled world and you just feel lost and helpless? I got that too damn often for the past years. For the past four years to be particular.