Thursday, October 16, 2008

wukits..

Be my anxious moment. Only better. Raise a specter. Love is a hazardous chase down crowded streets. I dream my life in your vicinity. If a nunnery you go, I'll become a priest.
The Mad Song by Michael Shiavo


slept whole day today.

it's a bit hard to not be irked at people try as i might to be real nice, kaso some retorts get me gyud and i happen to be more maldita than they know..

am officially a part of the c.d. team i heard. :)

i might try tutoring koreans on weekend. as i suggested that sunshine do the same to have smore moolah for savings. :) yey! i hope this gets materialized. i wanna do something productive aside from being in the call center.

am also praying for this scholarship/grant/fellowship to study retail(and photog for the boyf), i sure hope i'd get a positive feedback within the month. sana.


life's been treating me well.

:)


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Wednesday, October 15, 2008

:)




i kinda feel alot happier lately knowing that i offered all things to Him and He can take it from there. am also happier that i found gal pals who aren't from work(technically) at last. ü

ana and shine remind me of me when i was younger.
shine and i got coffee from bob's on the 21st street then asked ana to catch up with us at the 21 restaurant. we had pansit malabon. hehe.
1 hour chika. gosh. i love these girls.
they're not competitive, they're sure of themselves, and there's no hint of being insecure.

am just all about happiness these days. (too lazy to start another blog post)
the boyf and i made fried chicken for lunch and we ran out of rice, so we had to make do.

one thing i hate about this city is that everyone i meet seems to have this belligerent attitude amongst them. it's draining. yawn lang.

attended an impromptu concall. kaloka.
God has been great. :)


Certain things they should stay the way they are. You ought to be able to stick them in one of those big glass cases and just leave them alone. I know that's impossible, but it's too bad anyway.

J.D.Salinger
The Catcher in the Rye

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

umuwi ka na baby


i don't know when. about 7 months ago maybe.

raen: they're crazy.
butterfly: so are we, we are like characters in alice in wonderland.

photos from johnelle's friendster. sooo sweet. :)

wanda the fish says..

Domestic happiness and faithful friends.

♂♀

you can almost always trust that despite of "stuff", people are almost always good deep down in the core. save some of course. :)
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smitten

am bitten by the happy jolly jumpy bug. i guess last sunday's service did something really odd to me, altho not totally cuz i kinda snapped back at someone kanina without that person noticing it. anyway, kevs. let's move on to being content and happy and just crushing. and singing :
Umuwi ka na baby, Hindi na ako sanay ng wala ka//
Mahirap ang mag-isa, At sa gabi’y hinahanap-hanap kita.
ü hahaha. letse.

oh well. lethal crushing on a newbie na may breshes. :) grabeh cute people allover. arbie is still the prettiest gal in my opinion.
i feel like a loser for not being able to go clubbing when carlos called tonight. i don't want to second that feeling on sunday. i will go out. with carlos ting and his crew-char and jakathra dyosa! :)
but, i have kenji to baby sit. the sis and the nephew will stay for a week. job hunt et al.
i wonder why i feel so wealthy. i am wealthy because there are better people in my life now. :)

cannot wait for the beach!

'What about me?'

'What about you?'
'What about me?'
'You'll be fine.'
'I don't know,' I say. 'I don't think so.'
'Let's talk about something else.'
'What about me?' I scream, choking.
'Come on..' the psychiatrist says. 'Don't be so... mundane.'
-bret easton ellis - less than zero

photo dump




of last sunday at time out with the gals
and photos this october from annie's flickr and nazel's phone.

"I didn't have any friends at school, didn't want any. I felt better being alone. I sat on a bench and watched the others play and they looked foolish to me."
Ham On Rye,Charles Bukowski