It’s just me.

was (still) trying to search for some sense of security over my choice to study architecture, and then i came across this article on a blog. y’know sometimes it’s just a little hard to believe that you’re right when you’re not part of the crowd. well, not anymore i guess, since i’m going to become one of the sexiest professionals around. haha..

last night i’s in town with woo. really late at night. n it’s one of the things i hate to do, going out at the wee hours, cuz i pretty cherish those serene times of the dark alone. if not for his emotional dilemma towards a girl he claims he likes a lot but which i think is more like the reason of his life. i hope things are clearer now..

.. back in camp, there’ve been a couple of offerings to introduce me to rich potential mates. i ought to be very happy. but seriously, i’m still too tired.

finally, here’s my album of the photos from my paris trip–> click here.

yes i did it! 42.195km and prideful owner of the finisher’s tee

hah.. if i could recall, i remember saying something, not too long ago, something like i’ll never run a marathon. but there i was yesterday, 5.30am at the starting point for the race. even right there i still couldn’t believe i’s going to do it. then i did it! though not with a very impressive timing, it’s the journey that counts more. could’ve done better, but we entered the race as a team. we’d to finish it together.

somebody sent me this:

haha.. i know we walk like freaks now, but we’re no freaks. we wear the finisher’s tee to justify ourselves

sexy.

ok.. so i’m back from paris. and i’m hating it. every second of it. or at least for now. in fact i felt so miserable i slept through the day since this morning after touching down. you just can’t imagine.. it’s like falling into a shit hole, back to all the things i’ve to face, back to the life that i just wanna escape from. i think i’m suffering from a psychological crisis.

on a brighter note, i’s glad to learn that it’s been quite an unusual week in camp, the fact that there hadn’t been any major shit throwings.. yea.

paris was an asylum. it’s everything i’ve read about and so much more. it’s filled with living stereotypes and yet seems capable of ridiculing them all at the same time. it’s weird, but is incredibly a beautiful harmony of contradictions. a place where the impossible happens, where visions realise and dreams thrive. really, it’s that magical. i don’t know, but dad doesn’t seem to see that. well i guess you’ve got to see the city with your soul to understand what i mean.

trapped in its beauty, and blinded to all that is not, i was in paris, in love.