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I've heard from my friends that Blogdrive is going to close soon. But here I am still posting entries when sooner or later, they will all dissolve into futility.

Life-wise, no matter how many times I've thought of the uselessness of my plans, I'm still trying my best to do them. No matter how many times I've foreseen failure. No matter how many times I've assumed heartbreaks.

From Ida's blog:

Leave a comment and I'll reply by answering the following:

1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll tell you my wish for you.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal.

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After posting a comment on her site, she wrote the following:
 
1. elinia is super sentimental. ayihee!
2. any eraserheads/smashing pumpkins song, pero mostly 'yung "tonight, tonight"
3. that maging famous ka sa art/music/literature/academic world :)
4. jey yu essuh tee ay ennuh!!
5. nung una tayo nag-meet natakot ako sa'yo kasi ang tangkad mo! :P
6. butterfly kasi ayaw mo sa kanila.
7. bakit hindi ka nag-form ng sarili mong band? :P

T**ng*na mo, ang daming nagugutom sa mundo, fashionista ka pa rin!

Feel like a troglodyte tonight
All bark no bite
Turn out the light
Making a mockumentary
A silent sentry
It's elementary

-"wig out" from the great ely buendia and his mongol buds-

Along the way to our outreach in Manila, I popped a trivial question to my friends, "What were your biggest but weirdest dreams when you were little?"

I gave out my quick answer to my own question, and I said that I really wanted to be a cashier. I was always amazed by people who dot their fingers on this huge calculator with a big box underneath. I even got a toy cashier present from the late aunt ages ago. I just love the way the cashier would open-up with its 'ching' sound. And I've always loved to arrange money (specifically paper bills) in it.

Then succeeding answers were made. One of my friends said that she had always wanted to be a bank teller. Another friend who was supposed to be preoccupied with driving and finding our way to the peculiar location (by the way, another weird thing, Concordia Children Services is squeezed in between motels, what a way to raise kids in such an environment!), answered that he wanted to be a bus conductor because it's fun to fold paper bills in between fingers.

After a momentary silence, my friend who dreamt to be a teller realized that all of us wanted to count money. Being kids, we never really had the thought that it was our money but the mere fact that we are holding money with our own hands makes the dream look grandiose and fulfilling.

It's just so funny that being grown-ups, we never dared to try those strange childhood dreams again. Dreaming about money is no longer about just counting and holding them.

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On another note, I find David Archuleta really, really cute. Now that's something not money-related!

Mad props to shenmue7754 for her interactive gift ;)

…and she hanged herself from the highest ceiling where no one, nothing can touch her feet. Her toes gracefully float in the silent air. Her blood would empty out to pallidness. But her memory remains sealed in the haunting face of tragedy and happiness.