Yeah. This, of all times could be the best one to write an entry fresh from the oven.

What's new? School. And it's a BITCH, in all its uppercase glory.

Excuse the profanity, please. Very sorry.

I've been reading up, perhaps as a subconscious effort to lift the writer's block from my system. So I've been reading. Fan Fics, magazines, past entries; you name it. Maybe even the reason I've taken to swearing is because of it. Ever heard of "The Catcher in the Rye", J.D. Salinger?

Anyway, through the lives of the fictional, I got a... distorted picture of how I live my own. Yes. Books don't help me. I'm hopeless.

Right, I'll confuse no longer. Let me tell you a little something about One Tree Hill.

I cried, for the 2nd time in history, in front of the TV because of Whitey and his little antics (Yes, Quico, here's your inside scoop right here). I skipped the first 15 minutes of today's episode 'cause I was in the shower. Next thing I knew, Mouth did something with the time capsules... well, whatever. Point is, we see Whitey saying that kind of stuff at the end of each episode - call it "words from people in drama series who extract Buddha-like ideas from their pathetic, scripted lives". He said that people get sucked down into deep, dark currents at some point in their existence; life will never hold sunshine and rainbows around every corner. But it is only ever through the darkness... that we get to see the stars light up the sky.

Well. I don't weave magic into words as intricately as the writers for OTH, but that did mean something to me.

Like I said: school - LIFE'S a bitch.

But I never said I'd sure as heck let that bring me down.

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I had my retreat early this year: a work of pure artistry.

Kuya George, I never doubted you from the start! Hahaha.

God spoke to me, He really did. And to one hundred and nineteen other people.

Most people mistake God's speaking to a person as an unreachable feat - I know I did. 'Cause when you think about it, it seems unlikely that God would have anything to say to you. I say the saints of old lore had it easy for them because they had a calling to help the sick, spread the word, or have themselves martyred the juices out of them.

What we don't know is: God calls to us, too.

And not just to help others, or love your enemy, or obey your parents. He calls for the same reason your best friend, or your BOYFRIEND, calls.

I don't know. That sounded way better in my head.

Do you see? God is there. In your heart. That is God's dwelling place. So if you want to talk to him, where else should you go?

Ah. I still haven't pointed it out the way I wanted to. Whatever, there's time for that later.

Hopefully, I'll be as poetic as Dante Alighieri come tomorrow, so stay tuned. I just might tell you who's room won first place in the English Jingle Competition.