Since my last entry wasn't exactly an entry and JUST BECAUSE, I am going to write - scratch that, type, today.

I am not going to write, I mean, type about Brebeuf because I am not a write-down-everything-that-happened that-day-type of kid, but I will associate it with the things I absolutely love.

Brebeuf to me is like a day of caffeine, no, calorie intoxication, mainly consisting of a venti iced caramel macchiato, double blended, with extra whipped cream and a banoffee pie on the side, without feeling twelve times heavier. It is my companion in times of sleepiness, as it gives me that jolt of adrenaline to give me reason to stay for the rest of the day.

It is my useless old cellphone, something I know I need, but choose to stay away from.

It is the caramel syrup and espresso shot in.. Okay, hindi ba obvious na adik ako sa kape? WHYwhyWHY, Zamboanga?

ANYWAY, without them, my affogato frap won't be as heavenly.

Brebeuf is my so-called boyfriend: understanding, fun, and related to Rafael Nadal. His name's Tennis. I have other priorites sometimes but my heart will always be his, and he will always understand. ALWAYS.

Nothing compares to it, I'm telling you. Not my Jersey so-called friends, nor my Makati so-called friends. Sure, they're fun people; but I don't feel as homey when I am around them. I sure as hell miss them, though.

So, there, a few of my superdupersonicoverdrive favourite things: coffee, my rusty old phone, my so-called friends, tennis, and Brebeuf. Support your own, yo. :]

Btw, Paula, nakita kita kanina. :]]]]]]]


-Vargas, Louise Carmela T.