tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15290661338860889462011-07-31T07:52:19.296+08:00Taking it a day at a time.Gabrielle.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03200927109673259241noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529066133886088946.post-53908387329672948012010-06-04T17:01:00.006+08:002010-06-04T17:23:42.889+08:00

You may be far away but each time I look up at the sky, it makes me happy knowing that you're lying under that same one. Each time I hear raindrops on my roof, it makes me smile knowing that you're probably hearing the same raindrops on yours. Each time I hear thunder and see a bolt of lighting, it doesn't scare me as much knowing that a few seconds ago, you heard and saw the same lightning and

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If for one minute you think you’re better than a sixteen year old girl in a Greenday t-shirt, you are sorely mistaken. Remember the first time you went to a show and saw your favourite band. You wore their shirt, and sang every word. You didn’t know anything about scene politics, haircuts, or what was cool. All you knew was that this music made you feel different from anyone you shared a locker

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Gabrielle.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03200927109673259241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529066133886088946.post-6924999422095461552010-06-04T10:47:00.000+08:002010-06-04T10:49:00.253+08:00

I don't think i'm as happy as I should be right now.

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I woke up this morning with a splitting headache. I guess I was between sleep and consciousness when I started to think about college stuff. I started to think of the possible essay questions of the Ateneo application form and I started answering them. Last night my mom started talking to me about European Studies. She doesn't think it's practical at all and she doesn't think it'll fit my

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I spent most of the day in a foul humor. Don't ask. I kept myself locked up in my room doing absolutely unimportant things. I kinda regret wasting my time like that. I should have opened one of the two MSA review books I have on my desk and run through some questions. Or I should have gone to the backyard and done some PT exercises, just so that my muscles won't freak out on me the next time I do

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It's around 6:37. As the sun turns a light shade of blue, the street lights simultaneously go on, shadows start to form.As the day comes to an end, my eyes grow heavier knowing that I'll be asleep in a few hours. The thunder's back and the winds are as strong as ever. I've got an old favorite playing on iTunes; Boston by Augustana is filling the room. The day feels like it ended too fast, maybe '

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I'm back. I don't know why I ever stopped writing. I don't know why I forgot how to write. Is that even possible? To forget how to do what you love best?Today the rains came pouring in. Today I woke up with a smile on my face. I stayed in bed for 2 extra hours. The sound of the rain against the roof, the smells of the rain, the music on my iPod, the book in my hands; today was a good day. I can't

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Today I came across someone who has brought me inspiration. After reading most of his posts, I decided that writing brought me such joy, I wondered why I had stopped. So I left my last blog hanging, and created a new one. All new me, all new G. No more monkeys and rabbits and jungles.I speak my mind and right now, sitting here on an absolutely uncomfortable chair, sitting upright at a position

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