The Princess Chronicles

i was out last night having a much needed chillax session with my friends. and as i sat at the bar, i found myself slowly detaching from the scene and watching with keen observance at the night passing before me. a thought, which i couldn’t quite bring to a conclusion yet, was swirling through my head. the people of this town seem to be on a perpetual fashion show. beautiful faces, gorgeous figures. was there a scientific revolution i’ve never heard of that helped ensure all the 20 and 30-somethings of today to look like they should be strutting their stuff in milan? then there are the laptops, gucci bags, armani shoes, PhP20,000++ facials, PhP7,000++ hair treatment, PhP1000++ spa treatments, nail spas and thousands of pesos worth of gym membership.

after people watching, the conversation revolved on the possible uniformity that is evident in the working population of today. assuming that majority of the bar-hopping population are all working professionals, this question surfaced the conversation; what do these beautiful people have in common that have brought them to where they are in their careers and lifestyles? a guy argued that this is the rule: if you ain’t beautiful, you ain’t going anywhere. bullshit. then i stumbled upon an online article this morning that confirmed his stand with research, thus making it credible bullshit.

and i quote: "The ugly truth, according to economics professor Daniel Hamermesh of the University of Texas and Jeff Biddle of Michigan State University, is that plain people earn 5 to 10 percent less than people of average looks, who in turn earn 3 to 8 percent less than those deemed good-looking."

it’s never comforting to be proven wrong. but with regard to the hypothesis at hand, it isn’t comforting to be proven right, either.

..:: mood inspired by hoku’s perfect day ::..

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        JACK IS BACK! can you imagine jack dawson surviving after titanic? could it be a sequel to a classic? let’s just say he did, can you imagine him, the king of the world living in a whole new world and worse, in the future? surfing the net for the love of his life rose dewitt bukkater? you know how they say “as one journey ends, another begins…”

TITANIC TWO – THE SURFACE

..:: mood inspired by celine dion’s my heart will go on ::..

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        i’ve been reading a lot of blogs lately, (yes, i am guilty of procrastinating again!) starting from my fellow bloggers, then to their fellow bloggers, until i came across a very interesting blog where i spent most of my time (shame on me!) reading all of its entries. it has none of those i-hate-my-life crap, which i have to admit lowers my energy level. in other words, it eats me up alive. but why get affected? because, i guess, it’s in my nature to easily be absorbed by them.

        * no pun intended to those reading this entry now whose lives are nowhere to grand as of the moment.

        anyway, those blogs i’ve been blabbering about? i like their life. i like their stories. i like the kind of feeling each gives me every time i read them. they’re very inspiring, that i’m now yearning to have that kind of lifestyle–not grand, not luxurious, not overtly mundane but they seem to be having the time of their lives, doing what they do best—LIVING THE MOMENT and getting most of the fun. that’s the kind of life i want and i’m striving to get… still a long journey ahead. and i’m hoping that these people will never ever get tired of inspiring me… keep blogging guys!

..:: mood inspired by barbie almalbis’ just a smile ::..

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        i confess that i find myself thinking more of you the last few days. it’s strange. i don’t know why. i just do.

        it started with my dreams. i’ve dreamt of you more than i ever should. and now, i find myself yearning for you… for your voice, your smile, your face and your presence.

        no.. this isn’t everything.

        i confess that i can’t stop thinking about you. i dreamt of you and i dancing and as i lie half awake, half asleep, i can still feel how strong your grip was on my hips. i dreamt of your lips accidentally brushing onto mine. i dreamt of romance, of adventure. i dreamt that you longed for me.

        no.. this still isn’t it.

        i confess that i like you, or the fact that i am beginning to. and this liking has no basis whatsoever, i don’t know you, you don’t know me, it’s silly. i think that the dreams are my heart and my soul telling me that maybe (just maybe) it’s because you’re the one. my one. the one i’m meant to spend the rest of eternity with. my soulmate, if such a thing exists.

       these are my confessions. and soon, i will make them known to you and to the rest of the world.

        soon…

                  ..:: mood inspired by usher’s confessions ::..

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