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# Janna Preciosa B. Aquino
# 01.31.1987
About Me:
Like many other people, I was planning to claim weirdness to myself...but then almost everyone now call themselves weird. As if weirdness had suddenly become the 'in' thing... With slots for wierdness all seemingly full, i guess i am left to be classified as normal...that wouldnt be too bad now would it?...ah whatever...-__-;...weird...normal...just plain whoever. I am not very good at typing stuff up in these 'about me' pages. I do not enjoy the idea of saying this and that about me. I take too much time thinking about what to say. I fear that what i may type may not really be me at all. Oh how complicated.

See my completely complicated non-profile profile
*loves *

# green tea
#books
# pocky
# sushi
# drawing
#thinking
# interesting species of human beings
*moodswings *

*wishlist *

~~:: fly to the moon ::~~
:: get a laptop ::
:: books shopping spree ::
:: get good results ::
~~:: rule the world (?) ::~~

*fellow bloggers *

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*hunts *

:: my "Art" gallery ::
:: listen to OPM here ::
:: chat with Jabberwacky ::
:: neat-o layouts like this ::
:: some literary pieces i like ::
:: handwriting analysis, anyone? ::
*archives *

November 2005
December 2005
*previous posts *

painter
Randomidity # 3
tis but insanity.
Oh dear Lord.
Randomidity Entry #2
Randomidity Entry #1- starter, intro, whatever it ...
This is a test. hello world! i bring thee a test. ...

*credits *

:: xiaoyu ::
:: jimmy liao ::

Saturday, November 26, 2005

At times I find myself walking towards the chapel in the university. I enter. I sit. I stare. my fingers clasped together in form of praying hands. I do not always pray when i go there. I just sit. there on one of those monoblock chairs at the very end of the room. and i talk in my head. like any normal person, i talk in my head. I do not always pray anymore, not on my own at least. I don't exactly recall when it all started, but its been going on for a long time. I'm not really sure what exactly is up with me. No, I'm no atheist. I believe. I'm still contending in my head what to refer to what I believe, but I know I believe. in something. someone, something. the big "G" or whatever. God, Goddess. pick whatever you want.

I sit there. In the chapel, and I pray. I say thank you. I don't even know if what I do is really pray.

I am not religious, I think. I hold the term 'religious' with such high regard. It would be great if I were one though. I think that would be nice. To truly believe...to be firm...to have great faith. I have nothing against the catholic church. Every religion has its upsides and downsides. Theres hope for it. I was lucky to have had a good, open, catholic education. I do not want to concern myself with the fights about religion. It won't do much good. I think any religion would be fine...whatever religion makes you into a better person then, go on ahead. I think God would be even happy for you...

When I go to the chapel, I sit. I talk in my head. To myself, I think...or maybe to god. to God. I have my own relationship with God, or at least, thats what I would want to believe. I have things to fix. In myself. Maybe. I don't know. I'm a confused child. ^_^;

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