music: Everything But The Girl - I Don't Understand Anything

1. finally got my hair photographed by Brendan Goco in time for the sembreak snip-snip. nothing breaks the ice better than eliciting unguarded moments
2. fixed all my shelves: nothing beats the satisfaction of moving mountains (of cases) to the semi-oblivion of the upper shelves I got from the Phil Stock Exchange.
3. asked mang nat at the Rockwell branch for the booklist: Rex BS, here I come!
4. trying to figure out how to wake up in time for my shoot w/ Monchito at del Norte (and at the same time, ask my parents if i can NOT go to the province this weekend)
5. finalizing my sembreak to-do list. i can't believe it's f*cken sembreak!

no more cases, no more books, no more teachers' dirty looks. until Nov. 14, anyway.

on a serious note, I find it strange that this evening, on my way home from Makati, I suddenly remembered how Pablo Neruda became a lethal weapon to halt an impending demise of an ill-fated affair with a certain ill-situated fratman. in other words, just when I was about to walk away, he suddenly recites Clenched Soul. Said fratman has long been forgotten but the poem coming to mind on a cold October was really quite...surreal.

ah, well, my dear readers, the heart is indeed deceitful, above all. especially when one believes that the only thing permanent is change.