Sunday, April 29, 2007
Get a move on
Sometimes others want you to move on just because they have, too. Maybe it's not because they don't want you at a standstill. They're just guilty at having nudged everything else that includes you into oblivion and they think you deserve to get back at them by moving on yourself. Fine, move on.
But when you don't think there's anything to close (okay that didn't come out right), or when you think that there's the slightest chance of saving anything and make hearts start beating again (parang isang Mae song), please reconsider. Or just hang on for a while and see how things turn up. If everything goes right, bravo. If otherwise, that's why God made friends and ice cream. :D
Sometimes detachment is good. You get to see everything in it's place without getting involved. It lets you see the big picture and gives you an objective prospective on what's really going on.
And we just have to give someone space when he needs it. It's not revenge or an it's-your-turn-to-be-cold-and-distant attitude. We have to understand that maybe that's also what we need when we're in the other's shoes (or Crocs, ehem).
So please don't do anything rash. Or else I have to box two pairs of ears. Or more. :D
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Good morning, Sunshine!
The earth says hello!
Q: What do you do when you wake up, then suddenly the door pops open with your landlady conducting a "tour" for prospective tenants and your room is all in shambles?
A: Shout "Good morning!" with feigned surprise then pretend they don't exist.
Spiderman I so want to go. Lunch buddy, diba tayo dapat magkasamang manonood? Or may kasama ka bang iba? Hmmm.
Estupid-o Wala lang. Please volunteer? Your face on my heel. Or the other way around. >:)
Malolos Gals So due to Poch's insistent insinuations about my being "batugan" I decided to deal with my third paper. But then again... There are better things to do.
Of walled cities and endless walks under the sun Surprisingly, the trip to that Lights and Sounds show was fun. Sure I was reminded of that Star City horror place, but this one had "real" people in it. Real=existed at one point in time. I was like, "We have this here?" Now how much would that have cost and how much was the Filipino swindled, I don't know. Grrr to politics. So after the show we decided to walk around and Joanne, Serine and myself stumbled upon this antique store. It's called Silahis. Bisexual? Anyway, we looked at everything they had and bought nothing. Yes, how fun was that! We spent an awful lot of time in that store and when we came up our shadows were practically non-existent. Problem: How to get back to Rob. We can actually see the towers from Intramuros, but can we manage to walk all the way back? Won't we die? So a taxi must be hailed. But NO. All of them must be elsewhere at that time so one option was left: take a jeepney. And yes naman, napadpad kami sa Faura eventually! Kudos to us for taking the adventure. :D And when we had to go down, the driver stopped his blasted vehicle in the middle of the intersection! So talk about new experiences...
Avatar This is taking too long to download than I expected. Meron kaya nito sa Quiapo?
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Seed Update
Stunted growth. YES!
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Pretty girl, I'm turning into a more evil you. You know who you are. :D And bahala kang maghanap ng ka-date. Wala nga akong kilala diba? And I'm not a shopping freak. PAT=pure good. Haha.
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The network is so cluttered. And clogged. And basically sh*tty. And I'm getting fed up. Would anyone volunteer his face to be trampled on by me? Please?
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Chaikofi food - v. salty. Eck.
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If taxis along Roxas Boulevard don't work, the only way to go is LRT. Blessed trains. :D
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Random thoughts are amazing. They're so disjointed, I don't need to keep talking about a topic others can't even remotely understand. Yes, yes.
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Uh-huh? I miss my dad. :(
Free Weekends
I hate myself. When I get free weekends, I just spend them sleeping. Great.
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So MOA still looks like MOA. And there's still no paperback copy of Chainfire. Ano ba!
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I shall be productive this Sunday. But now, hello PB. :D
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Friday, April 27, 2007
you planted a seed
and now it's a friggin' tree. i'm chopping it down. :(
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people who don't sing [fill in the blank
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Monday, April 23, 2007
lubay-lubyok hanginun si mahuyokhuyokon
i miss talking in ilonggo. :'(
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all this stat is making my head spin.
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i hope everything will be okay. sooner better than later. but the way you're keeping at it, i better sit tight and wait. and i will do nothing, unless asked. sometimes you just have to let go. and the ones involved must be the ones to willingly seek resolution.
why do we help? is it the glory of helping? the sweet praises for the job accomplished? for the credit of bring one and one together? we help as an end in itself. right?
why do we bleed? so our bodies could learn how to clot? vasoconstriction. platelet plug. clotting factors. and the scars to serve as medals for overcoming the pain of failure.
why do we cry ourselves to sleep? is it crying saps us of our energy? is it a call, plea, for someone to hold us close while our ciliary glands run wild?
why do we love? because we want to talk about it with others? because it's the best feeling in the world? because it is a social contract? because it is a very marketable idea? because it is the nourishment of the soul and all that jazz? or is it because we simply do? and no matter what we say or do, it just is. another end. and yet so much more.
i wish i could love you freely. all the constraints absent. but i must learn to give up to gain so much more. but if a widow opens, must one jump through it, even if it really is a hoop on fire? i know this won't last. because you are hidden under the floorboards of the someone else's cottage. but your impression will be like a fingerprint seared on the bones of my soul.
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Sunday, April 22, 2007
i'm starting to love you
bu t i don't stand a chance. not one bit. so what do i do now?
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all this "tv"
it would be soooo cool to be peter petrelli right now.
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Saturday, April 21, 2007
all this tv. and ours isn't even on.
just finished watching 1 episode of grey's anatomy, 1 of the tudors, and 6 of heroes. my head is swimming right now. in pure bliss. with just hints of an impending migraine. how am i to wake up a little while later for our stat meeting? oh well.
speaking of stat, i never thought that the 3 classes i would take everyday for n weeks of summer would be this toxic. and the boundary of the intersection area of stat lab and lec's venn diagram is way too blurry for me to comprehend. i can't keep track of which topics belong to which class. crapola.
there's a good reason why things fall apart.
really? whatever. i don't like it. and neither do particular people. so whatever the problem is, suck it up and face it. avoiding the damn thing just exaggerates the situation. unless...
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
math heaven
i never thought that i could be so satisfied
every time that i look in your angel eyes with my math grade. life brings us such wonderful surprises. and these things are really worth holding your breath over. what the F am i talking about?
math grade=1st dep grade. sweet. haha.
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maui, thanks for the uno. but whatever. it was a pass-or-fail subject. still, the blessed 0 after the decimal point after the 1 makes a very good reason to treat myself to a little som'n som'n.
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i am stuck with my book. and we're not even busy with school yet. how much more if.... no, i will not go there. i will enjoy this as long as it lasts.
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i wish i were a kid again. then i'd never have to put up with all the stuff that i'm putting up with right now. but then again, growing up does have its advantages. it takes me this much (imagine me holding up my thumb and my forefinger...) to an official two-letter increase to my very short name. i am so feeling my age right now. how much more will i feel ehem ehem x weeks from now? ugh.
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Tuesday, April 17, 2007
the heat is driving moi crazy
so we're almost isothermic with the environment. gawd. if i could only come to school with no more than sleeve-less shirts, comfy shorts and flip flops, i would. gah. what am i thinking.
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we had an upgrade of amante for a PI prof. okay, i really don't know if danni's namesake is really an upgrade. we just spent most of our first meeting (yes, he was a no-show yesterday) talking about expectations, likes, dislikes, circular or squarish balls (the human kind), and his other-worldly craft of divining the meanings of dreams and stuff of the sort. but i guess 4 literary pieces and a field trip within a month isn't bad. not bad at all.
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i envy the people working at ice plants. the get to spend their day being around very lovely things. and i also envy the guard posted at the door of nation. he gets to spend his time under the blower thingy that blows delightful, cold air. i now miss my OR days. never mind the cool surgeries requiring lead gowns, nor that cute cauterizing thingy. and definitely not the harrowing sounds of the bone saw thingamajig. i miss being in the fully air-conditioned floor wearing nothing but smallclothes and scrubs.
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isipin ko na lang na malamig sa paligid ko.
not.
help.
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Friday, April 13, 2007
Summer will be friggin' over for me. Soon.
Gah. I have been spending my days doing nothing. Nothing. I sleep at around 5 am and wake up at around 3 pm, just in time to ditch lunch. I read a few pages of my oh so beloved book, and then go back to sleep. Absolutely nothing.
I love it. I miss being bored. And I have been bored for quite some time now. I love my current state. But then I have to have to get rid of this feeling soon. Summer classes. 2+2=infinity. (Thank you, Nil, for registering me)
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I hate sipping on anything with blended ice. Sure, it's a nice way to lie at yourself that the weather is oh so fine, but I hate it when the ice all, uhm, coagulates? converges? clumps? together after sipping at the flavory liquid for a while. What is the solution for this? Blend the ice well enought that it's nearly liquid in form? Wait for the ice to melt but not so much that your drink is already ruined? Whatever.
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Ace (if you ever read this), our plan for churros has been completely obliterated.
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I got my hand on that book with the uber long title! I saw it in Powerbooks once and I got curious and now I have it in hardbound! And I only paid 200 bucks or so. I hope this turns out to be a good buy. The book is "The Horrific Suffereings of The Mind-Reading Monster Hercules Barefoot, His Wonderful Love, and His Terrible Hatred." I am so finishing this this weekend.
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Who wants to watch a movie with me? :(
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I finally got myself to watch Kiera Knightley's version of Pride and Prejudice (since it's been popping all over HBO lately). I got such a hard laugh from watching Mr. Collins. Wala lang.
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I have not been wearing all the clothes that I brought home for vacation. I never learned how to travel light. I have been lugging that heavy duffel bag around the airport and I have not even used half of the pile that I haphazardly packed the night before I went home! Stupid me.
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Home-coming is making me dirt poor.
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A fraction of the carbonara I made a permanent trip to the rubbish pile. Hatred. Who could it be? Hmmmm...
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This post is turning out to be senseless. I miss my dorm room. :(
Monday, April 02, 2007
Rich-wha, Richmond!
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is
that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
-Timo Cruz, Coach Carter
I'm a loser. I never got around to finishing Coach Carter. Yes, I know they lost at the end, but I wanna hear all the pep talk and all that. So now, just now, I got the chance to watch the whole movie from start 'til just a little bit after the credits start. Yey, me.
On the other hand, this leaves me in need of a very long sleep. And to think I have one last exam to go through. But watching the movie inspired me once to again to shine. I left myself for dead hours before the last exam started. But now my faith in myself is renewed. I am going to rock Calculus. I just hope I won't eat my words. Off to Dreamville, I go!