thinking out loud...

bat kaya walang malaking bote ang Yakult? :P

omg...

in reference to the previous blogpost, I was oblivious to the fact that today, while I was photo-grabbing, recollecting and sorely missing my college block, same day, three boring years ago, we were wearing the immaculate dresses and barong for Ran and proud sablays and then that snapshot was taken.

three fucking years ago.

that probably explains the sudden surge of melancholia...or for some emo-ness...

sighing out loud...

while my boss is 2 meters away from my station, and here i am pretending to be doing something really important, I grabbed this pic from maphene's blog and start my way back to the sorely missed moments of our fortywinking lives...







to the characters (still) in search of their authors...

post-something depression (probably caused by the recession...he he..rhyming...)

things i realized over the weekend (and some sidelights):

- Celine Dion is (was) my all time favorite artist; I watched her A New Day... performance and was awed. Or maybe awed is the understatement of the year.

- Celine Dion is my all time favorite artist; I was browsing through my aged autographs back in gradeschool, and there, written all over, was her name, Celine Dion, Favorite Singer.

- Celine Dion is my all time favorite artist; most especially because she sang "My Heart Will Go On" which happens to be the love theme of the film Titanic, which I watched 7 times in theatres back in 1998. (the first time I watched it, in Megamall, last full show, forgetting that the next day was my high school entrance exam in UST high. I got accepted though. My last name was the only one listed under letter "R")

- Celine Dion is my all time favorite artist; and after watching A New Day..., i realized I was having my post-Celine Dion depression.

- And I realized, after recognizing it, that whenever I get the chance to watch something extravagant, spectacular and "too big for my eyes" performances, I get depressed. I dunno how a post-partum depression feels but I bet it's somehow similar (hihee)...

- that I also had post-Loren Legarda depression, post-Meryl Streep depression, post-Mamma Mia depression, post-Sisterhood-of-the-Travelling-Pants-because-of-the-Santorini-location depression, post-EDSA-One-file-footage watching depression, post-Hacienda-Luisita-massacre-footage-watching depression...

haaay...how the great psychotic mind works...