ooh. big word.
it’s the only thing to keep us sane once you realize you’re in a race without a direction. be it as grandiose as an assault to everest’s peak, or as trivial as managing to keep your room in order for once, it’s important. urgent. vital, even.
i gotta get those sign language lessons.
ultimately, imho, the only heaven’s here on earth. and it’s grand.
i want a job that stresses me to death — but ends at 5.
demanding? :p
wala akong pakialam kung nakatalikod ako. :p
salamat, jam@HP, sa pagkunsinti sa isang batang makulit para matupad ang kanyang pangarap.
salamat, HP, sa pagtangkilik ng sariling atin. it also helped na shenglots tayong lahat. :p
mabuhay jammers!
i get a giddy feeling when defragmenting. it gives me the illusion that i’m actually making some effort to create a semblance of order in my life (or at least in my hard drive).
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may panda bear pala yung kinocross-stitch ko? (yes tons, i’m still at it. haha.)
isn’t this the cutest egg you ever saw? 🙂
why is it that more often than not, we remember the things we have to do at the time when we are absolutely unable to do it?
we’re a generation of stress junkies. yes, work can be a vice. our vice.
free time is not always good. in fact, it can be the most horrifying moment of your life. when the realization slowly creeps that you have no life to go back to. just when you thought you had all bases covered.
tsk tsk.
i finally finished the 3-paragraph news article I had to do for the team newsletter. it took me 4 weeks. to be fair, for the most part, i kept putting it off.
i don’t know when i came to be so terrified of writing. it was probably when i discovered it wasn’t flowing as= smoothly as it used to.
i used to be a poetry person. then i became the it girl for features. now i’m more of a news person. hmm. becoming colder, i see. how apt.
life is an extreme game.
it’s all or nothing.
can’t trust anyone but yourself.
the wager? life itself. and i guess anything that isn’t worth your life isn’t worth anything.
lessons gained from marathoning two seasons of House:
– duty is a lousy excuse. don’t do anything that doesn’t excite you.
– never apologize for weirdness.
– sometimes, people need crap to happen.
for some reason, images of several people come to mind . i’ve never really understood them before; maybe they have a point.
isa talaga akong bunso; hindi ko ito maipagkakaila. kahit siguro hindi ako huling pinanganak, bunso pa rin ako mag-isip.
brat. pikon. mayamot. brat.
naalala ko dati nang isang gabi, nagbabasa ako sa kwarto nang biglang pumasok ang aking ama at sinabing papatayin na ang ilaw at ang tv kasi matutulog na siya. wag na nating alalahanin na nakakatulog siya nang tanghali sa tapat ng tv sa sala araw-araw. humingi ako ng lima pang minuto para lamang matapos ang kabanata. kakasara lang ng bibig ko e narinig ko na ang ‘click’ ng switch ng ilaw.
umusok ang ulo ko. labas ng kwarto. upo sa sofa. basa nang konti. umuusok pa rin ang ulo ko.
uy, remote. hmm.
sunod na araw ay nataranta ang buong bahay kakahanap ng remote ng tv sa sala para sa tatay. ngiti lang ako.
bunso. brat. ako. bow.
Tama si Ebe Dancel. Minsan, mabilis nga talaga ang ikot ng mundo. Ang resulta, biyahilo. — Tonet
Panalo ka talaga, Tons. 🙂
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[ /ti-ket/ n.: issue; problema; minsan nagiging ugat ng sakit sa puso ]
I thought I’d get swamped with tickets today, but all I have are 3 [ kunyari na lang di sila lahat pula…].
DSL, i just want you to know…. NAMISS KITA!!!! kahit pinagpalit kita sa pagma-marathon ng House buong weekend. at sa pagcro-cross stitch [ don’t ask. pag wala talagang kuryente, natutuklasan muli ang mga lost-lost hobby. buti na lang wala na yung crochet needle ko. ]
.: ishcapades 