date: august 23, 1999 time: 7:43 pm title: come in black, with matching veils feeling: fine ra file of the day: nirvana on a plain you're listening to:real audio or my radio quote for the day: "In spite of everything, I still believe people are really good at heart." anne frank just as i suspected, we did absolutely nothing today.   oh, sure, we had mass, which was something and afterwards we had flower offerings to the statue of saint rose of lima.   while that was taking place, those who did not bring flowers (that would be almost everyone) were forced to stand up and get their asses fried in the sweltering heat.   thank goodness there was no movie.   instead, they sent us home.   after school, i went to the mall with my mom and sister to get me a new pair of glasses.   there weren't any cute guys.   in fact, there weren't any guys at all.   everyone was still at their respective schools.   the whole mall was practically to ourselves but i wasn't able to enjoy it much because i don't have money anymore. it had been a long time since i last read a good book so i got a copy of the giver by lois lowry at the mall today.   at first, i didn't want to since it looked a little boring but mom insisted it was good.   i hate it when she's right. i'm currently obsessed with nirvana right now.   which is why i was a tad bit surprised when [as i was cleaning out my bookmarks] i saw that casey made a nirvana website in his old journal site .   is it a coincidence or do we really have the ability to read each other's thoughts?   this wasn't the first time it happened before.   one time, after taking a shower, i called him up and it turned out that he just got out of the shower too.   and tons of other things happened to us before.   wait a sec, why am i talking about him?   i'm supposed to be forgetting him, right?   argh, i guess it's kinda hard to forget someone whom you've bonded big-time with.   oh well, one of these days, he will become a tiny blimp in my subconsious.   a friend of mine told me that i give all my friendship and love but it just seeps through the holes at bottom of the bottle.   he said that he should mend the holes of the bottle. [an alanis song, "Not the Doctor] . and what's the use of loving if he doesn't want it.   life goes on. i guess it turns out that the kulay concert at de la salle (jay-em's school, the one he invited me to) wasn't cancelled after all.   trina and her cousin is going and she wants me to come along with them.   i really want to go but the problem is, there a party the very same time the concert is taking place.   cyril might be there and so will celina, whom i hadn't seen in almost a year (actually, i saw her last december but it has been almost a year).   hordes of cute guys who used to be mcc members will be there.   i'm thinking of going to the concert first, leave early then go to the party.   the venues are near each other anyway.   the problem is if my dad will allow me to go mosh-pitting in an all-guys school.   i doubt that he would. i hate my hair!   it's limp, dry and simply awful.   ten thousand shampoos didn't do it any good.   oh, wait, i think i know what's the problem.   it's been centuries since i last used conditioner, i think i'll do that later. i haven't written any good poetry in a while.   not that i actually write any good poetry.   despite what people may think, i'm not a deep person and my vocab isn't at all that big.   it's so bad that i don't even get the point of other people's poetry!   they could go on and on about their mistress' eyes being nothing like the son (shakespeare) and i'd be like, "huh?" the only "deep" poem i tried to write sounded too trashy and wannabe-ey.   crap.   i was not meant to write. <<<< ~ main ~ sign ~ >>>