Walk On the Ocean- John Mayer

i had a fabulous 18th birthday!

it all started a few minutes before midnight,
when val came by my place with a slice of CHOCOLATE cake! sweetness please!

then i had filming (even though it was work, i love doing it so :)),
dinner at holland v. with my godma and her friends (LOVED the frozen lime margurita),
haagen daz with mum and sister,
and zouk with my bradddders. :)

tomorrow night will be something with Foursome, (haha sounds wrong)
sunday night with janice. :)

thank you people for the presents!

when life gives you shit, count the times you triumphed over it with your loved ones.

okay after all that hype,
it's time i plop back down to reality.

i've been feeling kinda ill lately. i don't exactly know what's wrong. sometimes i think i'm not physically suitable for nightlife, but i prefer it so much to daytime. the sun shines and points out all your weaknesses, but the moon and the stars allow you to care for nothing. kinda like a blanket to hide under.

i feel like i have too many doubts. i've always wondered if i would still have gotten into mass comm if my results hadn't been good enough. is passion genuinely sufficient?

it's just like music. you may love it to death, but perhaps you just can't play it. you love singing, but you quack.

i'm hardly satisfied with merely surviving year 1. i want to excel in it, but perhaps i just can't.

myself aside,
i just read that the New York Housing Authority is going to charge their poor tenants extra fees to make up for its operating deficits. tenants will have to pay 5 US bucks a month just to operate a dishwasher, run a washing machine, and other ridiculous charges like that. which means that in a day, if you wash your clothes, put food in the freezer, wash your dishes, and if your apartment happens to need repair, it can easily cost you like US$30 day. what's worse is that most of the tenants earn only an average of US$19000 a year, and that is comparatively low in the US. apparently, all this has to happen because the government isn't paying attention to the poorer section of their state.

i have an aptitiude for libel, but let's not exploit such a talent. :P

We spotted the ocean at the head of the trail
Where are we going, so far away
And somebody told me that this is the place
Where everything's better, everything's safe

Walk on the ocean
Step on the stones
Flesh becomes water
Wood becomes bone

And half and hour later we packed up our things
We said we'd send letters and all those little things
And they knew we were lying but they smiled just the same
It seemed they'd already forgotten we'd came

Walk on the ocean
Step on the stones
Flesh becomes water
Wood becomes bone

Now we're back at the homestead
Where the air makes you choke
And people don't know you
And trust is a joke
We don't even have pictures
Just memories to hold
That grow sweeter each season
As we slowly grow old

I blogged @ 11:01 PM