I created my Twitter account during the holiday break. Until now it’s still bare and boring for a regular active Twitter. I don’t know if I can sustain it. However, my Facebook, even my account with the now very tacky Friendster, started that way before. So let’s see if I will like this one just as much. Follow me if you’re on Twitter and I’ll follow you back! After this screenshot, I followed (my favorite) House writer Sara Hess and Hugh Laurie’s “long-time partner” Stephen Fry. You will be in artistic company. ![]()
I am here on LJ everyday but only to view and comment on my friends' and my communities' posts.
I post blog entries in my wordpress blog.
Thank you and let's all spread the love.
One of the things that occupy me right now is reading webcomics. I know, I know, I should buy real comics. Except that I do not like comics that much, unlike my regard for books (I even expressed my non-preference for a Kindle, remember?). As most comic books are expensive, the accessibility of webcomics appealed to me.
Of the different webcomics out there, from wholesome to NSFWs, from dark to shallow and humorous, from tri-weekly serials to completed web editions, here are the top webcomics that I enjoy. Click on the image to go the websites, I’m too lazy to explain the synopsis of each. Sorry!
(^This was introduced to me by my friend and officemate Sharon. We both have trilobite pins now…parang yung pendant ni Agatha Clay, the Girl Genius. Get the link by mousing over the image; it will lead you to the very first webcomic strip in the series.)
(^They’re shallow and funny. Basta makukulit silang mga ninja na minsan may pagka-stupid yung iba. At the bottom of the website link, you will find the NEXT button, just in case you want to follow their (mis)adventures.)
(This was before McDreamy and McSteamy, hahaha! Hindi din naman sya katulad ni House. Pero mysterious sya so I like him. Eh ninja pa!)
(Like the Ninja Burger crew, they can be silly and makulit. Minsan nerdy terms but nakakarelate naman ako.)
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There are more out there. Google your heart out if you want to find them. Hayyyyy, doing this made me wish it’s September already so I can have my weekly dose of The Big Bang Theory. Right now, I’m only into Warehouse 13 and Being Human (which, by the way, I believe you should try as well). I did dabble into Torchwood: Children of Earth, too but it’s too much mindf*ckery! It’s good though.
Okay, I heard you. I'm stopping now. :)- Mood:
geeky
Here’s a new show I instantly liked. Warehouse 13 premiered on the SyFy (previously SciFi) Channel three weeks ago. Thanks to BitTorrent sites, I’m able to follow the episodes. I know it will be a while until the local SciFi picks it up. Here’s the official trailer of the show:
I very rarely venture into science fiction, even in books. I liked this show because it is not as hardcore as I thought scifi shows would be. I did watch The X-Files but it was a long time ago and I didn’t sustain my interest. Years after that, as you might have noticed, I dabbled into medical and crime procedurals, situational comedies, with family dramas on the side.
Warehouse 13 is light, very non-stressful but still interesting and to an extent, mysterious. The characters are, for me, easily likable and more importantly, five episodes into the series, you’d see they all have issues. You know how much I fancy characters with issues. Hahaha!
I will follow this show until it either gets picked up for future seasons or gets dropped from the SyFy lineup. Or maybe until they start sucking which I hope won’t happen soon.
In the meantime, I will enjoy Pete, Myka, Artie and his gadgets, and the artifacts housed in Warehouse 13. Now, I could never want a steampunk keyboard more. Maka-request nga sa supply office now that the fiscal year’s wish list is being drawn up. ![]()
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Since I discovered the SciFi Channel, I became interested in many of their shows. However, the local channel here (33 in Sky Cable, 31 in Destiny Cable) does not show the ones currently shown in the US so I did what most neophyte geeky girls do: download from Torrent sites. ![]()
I am catching up with Eureka. I am about to watch Sanctuary upon a friend’s suggestion.
They’re not SyFy shows but I will also try the first episode of Torchwood: Children of Earth (without having seen ANY Doctor Who episode where it was spun off from) and continue Dollhouse. If you recall, I watched the pilot of Dollhouse but I didn’t find it good enough. A friend suggested to give the second episode a try and maybe I’ll change my mind. So sige, I will.
I do not know if I can keep this up come September when my network shows (so my talaga, LOL) return. Currently, House, Desperate Housewives and The Big Bang Theory lang naman. After this fascination, I might give most cable shows a try. After all, they’re the ones railroading the awards and ratings game. Apart from the leeway to show sex scenes and let cuss words fly in every dialogue, I’ll see what really sets them apart.
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Ah, this is a part of me I will not give up, ever. :)
- Mood:
geeky - Music:chelsea lately roundtable
I’m sure I’m like most metro dwellers who woke up at 5 am, expected to go to work. It’s easier to sleep longer but responsibility tugged harder. If not for my two VERY IMPORTANT MEETINGS, I was very tempted to stay at home. Anyway, I didn’t, went to the office, ate taho and drank irish nut latte because I WAS VERY SLEEPY AROUND 10 AM, BIGTIME.
My two important meetings were with the group I recently became part of. I successfully goaded my colleagues into putting me in there. LOL. I was tasked to do what is potentially the most exhausting role in the group. And it will be for TWO YEARS. It’s very daunting, slightly frightening even but hey, I’m just going to look at it positively. I was looking for ways to keep me stimulated and I may not get it thru the form I wanted, this stint is STILL a good way to do it. I may need to brush up MORE on my organizational and speaking skills because real important issues are involved. Happy to finally be friends with colleagues from other agencies, too.
The rest of my day was great, and why wouldn’t it be, we were dismissed early! I planned to go home and sleep but since I was too easy, I wasn’t able to resist Rach and Raft3r when they agreed by themselves to drop us off in Greenbelt. LOL. KFC’S FAMOUS BOWL= WIN.
- Music:BOOM BOOM POW - BLACK EYED PEAS
I feel like I was knocked out of this world for weeks. Turned out it was only two agonizing days. I did not have H1N1, contrary to rumors, and I will not even dignify it by a clarification. All I know is I’m happy to be back. I have not changed, unfortunately for my “success and determination gene” that was in action via my brain as I was waiting for my high fever to go away completely.
I’ve had time to think of a lot of things, including where I am now and what I plan to do with this “now”. Eh, when you’re cured, it’s very seldom that you totally change your outlook especially when your normally screwed up self has been happy with little moments.
I felt a little bad missing work since I have been riled up since Monday because of this momentum whose origin I cannot place. I wish it would still be there when I return on Monday.
I missed this month’s Game Night, too.
So, what has occupied me in the last 48 or so hours? Here are some of them. Note that half of the time, I was feverish:
- Before death snatches me away, I wish to read my almost-a-thousand books I laboriously (!!!) hoarded since I started receiving a paycheck.
- The reason my unread book pile was only gradually decreasing was my habit of starting a book and not finishing it. I once told myself reading should not be something I am forced to do just because someone has read this book or that graphic novel already. It does not mean I will not return to those I started reading, I just need to regain the interest to go back and finish it.
- The reason above is also why my extensive bookmark collection does not look close to “extensive”. Well, they are serving their purpose, hopefully they’re happy inserted in between pages of lots of my books.
- Jai Ho. My mother discovered she likes Jai Ho. Only now.
- The West Wing. When you are losing confidence in the quality of network television shows, watch any season of this show and it will restore your faith. It’s compelling, stimulating, just awesome.
- Only four people have sent me text messages in two days. One of them was a reply from my boss acknowledging my request for days off. The other three were from my office friends asking for updates about my condition. One even inserted seeing man/boy in the lobby; I wasn’t surprised, she’s always been his biggest fan and I didn’t want to burst her bubble by saying something back, so I didn’t. Hahaha.
- No, I wasn’t disappointed that I only got few text messages. I was happy with what I got and besides, had it been too plenty, I doubt if I would respond to all. Hehe. Remember my twisted reaction to attention?
- I developed a girl-crush on Kim Kardashian.
- I should not be but the freak that I am is bothered by the person whom Lisa Edelstein is dating.
- I tweeted about it and I’m going to repeat, when I forget why I get lusty over John Mayer, I just watch something like this, and it all comes back to me. Douchebag, douchebag, yeah yeah yeah, but I really really like him.
- My geeky phase is not going anywhere. Half the time I was in sickbay, I kept on thinking how much I was missing: my LJ friends, Twitter, FP updates (yes, yes), and Salon updates. No, no Facebook.
- Abbey Bartlet, the fictional First Lady. I once said how I like watching people like them. I am not hotwired to be a kind of “Super Woman” but I am always in awe of their kind. Maybe it’s the way the character was written, or it’s Stockard Channing, but I’ve not seen dead-pan so loving and composed. If I can only be half as great as women like those fictional ones, I would be happy. Here’s one of plenty calm and composed Abbey Bartlet scenes I love:
ABBEY [to Josh, then running the campaign team]: You can say it, you know. It’s not like I haven’t heard it before.
JOSH: Your husband’s a real son of a bitch, Mrs. Bartlet.
ABBEY: He doesn’t like being handled.
JOSH: Well, I think that if he looked around, he’d see that nobody’s handling him.
ABBEY: He’s not ready yet, Josh. He’s terrified (of being nominated to the Democrat primary).
JOSH: Well, is he going to be ready?
ABBEY: (smiles) You bet your ass he will. In the meantime, you want to kick something, kick me.
There. Two signs I’m really feeling okay now: I’m still up at 2:45 in the morning and I blogged with almost 800 words. If they still don’t tell you I’m back, tell me what will. 
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bouncy
I very rarely ask for a sign when I want an answer to something but regarding my latest life plan, I just did. Do I still need to learn the nitty-gritty details of The Secret?
The Booksale branch in Mall of Asia is so organized. The branch in Pedro Gil has great book selections…or it doesn’t get frequented to so the good stuff are left unsold. I have never seen any David Baldacci book in any Booksale branch.
I am truly Pinoy in that I am very tone deaf but trust me to hog the mic during a videoke session. I don’t even have to be drunk. When I am drunk, I sound better. Just like the way I talk in straight English when I’m wasted, most of the time still making sense, if not more sensible than when I’m sober.
I still feel uncomfortable when told I delivered a job well-done. I am struggling to believe the fact that people will not waste time saying it if they did not mean it.
I want to go to an island and rest.
x-posted in my wordpress.
- Mood:
weird - Music:On The Way - David Cullen
What’s with all the heightened fuss on turning 40 among all other years in a person’s life?
I know many people who view forty as a new beginning, something to look forward to, a stage of liberation. I share the same sentiment.
Anyway, I mentioned it because my favorite Hugh Laurie once made a pact with his friends to kill themselves when they reach 40. It didn’t happen of course and he in fact recently inched to being 50 years old last week!
One friend used to say he would die when he’s forty until he (metaphorically) hit his head on a pavement and changed in a creepy, ‘It’s like I don’t even know you anymore (in a hallucination Amber Volakis voice)‘ way.
Then last Sunday, I was reading Notes From The Underground by Fyodor Dostoyevsky and the unknown protagonist mused, “I am forty years old now, and you know forty years is a whole lifetime; you know it is extreme old age. To live longer than forty years is bad manners, is vulgar, immoral. Who does live beyond forty? Answer that, sincerely and honestly I will tell you who do: fools and worthless fellows.”
I still don’t know what’s with forty. Nevertheless I am not cynical about it. I still get scandalized by how fast time flies but turning forty doesn’t make me think of gloomy things. If my fantasy blueprint would come to life, when I hit 40, I would be practicing law, my husband and I are still crazy about each other, our first-born is 8 years old, his sister is 4 and our youngest boy just turned a year old. What’s not to like?
- Mood:
contemplative - Music:Heartless - Kris Allen
I had to scrimp a little this year so because of the uncool points they garnered from what they did to me, I decided to let go of my Vanity Fair subscription for this cycle. The magazine is one of my guilty pleasures so a tiny part of me (begs the question, is there a tiny part of me? LOL) did not want the unsubscription; I thought of very interesting personalities and features gracing the issues I would miss. Then I found out that the very first issue I’ll miss will have Jessica Simpson on the cover. Hah. It’s the universe’s way of telling me, “Honey, you will never miss much!”
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I am still singing to Tamia’s ALMOST. My drama queen phase is not over yet (and it will never die, hahaha). I’m not thinking of myself and possibly man/boy anymore, no. House and Cuddy maybe. The angst-less kind, the type who cringe at a Huddy ever after. With great pain comes great satisfaction. Hm, that’s a good motto.
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I still have SIX days of vacation. I am grateful for the opportunity to rest but I also want to achieve, to finish something out of it.In general, you love and accept someone for who they are, and even though you see, crystal clear, that there are opportunities for positive changes, you still hang on to what and who that person is, because you love "even if" not "because". What hurts is when you see that the person has changed, and in fact capable of changing for the better...not for you, not because of you.
I know how it feels. I struggled to find things I did wrong, steps I didn't do at all, chances I missed. I could list a thousand reasons and more but I will not find the one I'm looking for, that certain something to explain what happened, perhaps when I was not looking.
What hurts more is knowing that the change was a decision made by the person you care about, by own volition. Like, with all the buildup of what the person supposedly is, was, after all the fascination with the perceived complicated psyche, you wake up one day with things not exactly the same; someone, something settled. You begin to ask your "Whatever happened to...?" questions with full awareness that any form of answer will hurt you just the same.
Still part of wallowing is letting it hurt. It works for me, at least. I hope. I don't know if I have yet to reach that absolute threshold of pain because I still find myself hurting in small amounts, sometimes in moments I thought I was already capable of handling. See, I cannot will myself to let it go in a day or two. It really is a process that perhaps, I realized, the universe wants to play with me, so it is taking an excruciatingly long crawl out of the woods.
To keep myself from tumbling down, I condition myself that there is nothing wrong with me (even though it sounds snooty, I do believe there really is nothing wrong with me in all this)...I was just not it. I simply did not fit. It's not wrong, in the same vein that it's no one's fault. It happens, and whatever it is, was, that I wished for myself, it simply did not happen to me. A silver lining in all this is that it will still happen to me, maybe not soon, but it will, and that's something to look forward to.
However, while waiting for it, I cannot say that I will stop hurting entirely. I allow myself to feel hurt if it means exhausting every bit of it out of my system. What I am only concerned about is the extent by which I could be gouging guilt out of people since I was once rammed with the "extent of the effect" of what I supposedly did. Anyway, as always been my stand, it's in the attitude; everyone has a choice to react or not to react. Plus as what has been gently shoved in my face time and again, not everything is about me, so I'm expecting people to think that not everything is about them either.
I also pray for all the feelings related to it, all kinds and variations, to disappear. That they will be replaced with sincere happiness and support for the person you may not care about in a certain way, but will always love in another manner, the one which lasts longer.
Indeed, if the sentence "I can love you like that and more" can be very liberating, if the word "no" is painful, "sorry" can be overdone, you can imagine how harrowing it is to deal with "if only" and "almost".
Don't you just love emotional calisthenics?
- Mood:
melancholy - Music:No Such Thing - John Mayer
I miss the love that was almost there...
When a particular tune catches my attention, I usually listen to it over and over and over until I grow tired of it. This is an example of that. I’ve listened to this song, Almost (by Tamia), in 2007 pa but I only took this kind of liking today, when I woke up. Of course I know why but even without the reason, the song is beautiful as it is.
- Mood:
nostalgic - Music:Almost
I totally forgot to cross-post this! Since I decided to lessen my blog entries because apparently I'm already talked about because of my entries, I am happy about this particular one because this is like my happy comeback post. LOL =)
- Location:home
- Mood:
content - Music:2nite - janet jackson
Busy with real life, my love!
I am happy that I learned how to lower my expectations. Now, I am not expecting too much from everything, everyone, even from myself. I’ve done it for most of my adult life and looking back, I reached what I did and got what I have with my (skewed) expectations not necessarily playing a huge part. I couldn’t live without it, but a modified, more humane version of it would do.
I am enjoying bits and pieces of my life now. One thing though— I used to say something because I want to [and I mean it], but not necessarily to hear it back [so I didn't hear it back]. Funny now that I am hearing it back. LOL. No complaints, though. I’m loving it but I’m taking it one day at a time. And I have no expectations at all anymore. I could even move on to the next one because I’ve been swimming in that water for too long and face it, it’s not gonna get cleaner than what it used to be. I’ve waded through it and messed with it and what have you. Rather than replace the water, might as well move to a new, better pool. Eh, that’s a long shot. I still suck at metaphors.
Here’s to making each moment count. I have other garbled Watchmen quotes in my head, but I can only remember one from Rorschach (whom I like among all of them): Never compromise. Not even in the face of Armageddon. Pretty hard to do especially since my interest has leaned towards diplomacy and international affairs, but in living my life as a whole, I’d like to do that. However, only in the context of not settling for various shades of grey. Sometimes, I’m too safe, it exactly is the deterrent to making me happy.
Actually, I started feeling like this when I began hauling my huge ass out of the house whenever I can, which translated to getting over brooding and sulking everyday. I’ve neglected House and my cyberfriends (and my cyberstalking, hahaha) but I got more things in return. So yeah, it’s pretty cool outside.
- Location:home on a very hot sunday afternoon!
- Mood:
content - Music:hallelujah - rufus wainwright
I do it well because I have my very mean streak especially when I want something. I confessed this to a group who has known me for a long time and even if they all disagreed, it didn’t make me feel better. I just know I have my ways of bullying someone even if there’s no physical contact involved. I can bully someone without even meeting that person. It’s just that when I extremely hate, I do it well.
I feel guilty after a while. Like now. Because not only most things I said and thought of were unfounded, it’s actually unfair to the person. How do I say sorry and let it go when my ‘victim’ doesn’t even know what I did? And yes, I know I did something.
I just feel A BIT guilty because there’s someone who, because of my intense bully fever last year, is now “branded” and “identified” as *insert qualities I molded the person to be as part of my indirect bullying*. I do not even see this person at all but other people do, so sometimes, I feel bad when they call the person not by whatever the name is, but by the “brand” I so proudly labeled the person to be. I am not sure if what I said were true. They may not be true. What do I know?
So the evil on my other ear is whispering that I can simply hope everything I said about the person is true. My guilt could gracefully disappear that way. Or I can stand by it and insist that it’s true until the person becomes the laughingstock of everyone because I will feel very very very good that way.
Oh good God. PMS!!! Sorry, sorry. I just found the person’s face very irritating. Hah. I hope this person continues to be dumb as [IT] looks (tama na, Judith, tama na!!!), or just take the high road and dismiss me because I’m really a useless and good-for-nothing person when I’m PMSing. Sa ibang pagkakataon, mabuti naman akong tao talaga. =(
- Mood:
grumpy
Because of my House phase, I temporarily forgot that this video used to be one of my favorites in youtube. I even have an audio file of it and it’s proudly included in my playlist before Sophie’s initial crash (and now she’s dead, in case you didn’t catch my Facebook status a week ago, sniff sniff). Anyway, if you followed the boys and girls of The West Wing, you’ll like this as well. I admit I appreciated Bradley Whitford only when I became hooked on Studio 60, even though I kind of followed The West Wing before (because my favorite then was C.J. Cregg, played Allison Janney, who was the Press Secretary). I love the dynamic of the cast and I’m starting to grow another stem of fan affection for the witty and brazen First Lady Abigail Bartlet, played by Stockard Channing.
Oh anyway, here’s Bradley Whitford’s 2001 Emmy speech when he won Best Supporting Actor for his portrayal of Deputy Chief of Staff Josh Lyman:
In a related matter, here’s a very recent interview of Bradley Whitford about his TWW role being patterned after Rahm Emanuel, when he was still advisor to the Clinton presidency. Now, of course, you know that Rahm is Chief of Staff to President Obama. And that his brother Ari, a Hollywood agent, is where the character of Ari Gold in Entourage was patterned from. But that would be too much information for now. ![]()
I watched a scene that moved me and somehow affirmed this. It involved a president of a powerful country and his wife, an accomplished woman on her own. Fine, I was watching a show about the lives of the perpetually busy people of the Oval Office while having lunch on Valentine’s Day.
Anyway, here’s The West Wing FL Abigail Bartlet, who just came back from an FL duty somewhere in Pakistan, talking to her husband President Jed Bartlet, after an outburst caused by a moment of powerlessness to stop a strike of the trucking industry, manage a small natural disaster and negotiate a siege, all that should be dealt with, while the White House is hosting a dinner for the president of an Asian country:
"You know, one of the things that happens when I stay away too long, is that you forget that you don’t have to power to fix everything. You have a big brain. And a good heart. And an ego the size of Montana…(Y)ou don’t have the power to fix everything…but I do like watching you try."
Awww. For me that’s very sweet. Sometime in the far future, I will be very supportive of my partner without having to share limelight space. I’m going to shine on my own, and hopefully he will be proud of me as well. Among many other things.
Belated happy Valentine’s Day, Earth-dwellers!
Death and disaster are at our shoulders every second of our lives, trying to get at us. Missing, a lot of time. A lot of miles on the motorway without a front wheel blow-out. A lot of viruses that slither through our bodies without snagging. A lot of pianos that fall a minute after we’ve passed. Or a month, it makes no difference.
So unless we’re going to get down on our knees and give thanks every time disaster misses, it makes no sense to moan when it strikes…because we’re not comparing it with anything.
And anyway, we’re all dead, or never born, and the whole thing really is a dream.”
- The Gun Seller, Hugh Laurie
Hey! Many things happened and I’m ecstatic that a lot of wonderful things are falling into place. The only downside is that I can’t bring myself to write everything, even in my journal, because I’m more confident with my brain retaining all the events and memories that they come with. Thank heavens for digicams.

I spent last night eating yummy risotto and much more in Volare (a restaurant in Araneta Center which is a really good one, the worth my LRT1 and LRT2 travel kind). Close friends (with the exception of one who bailed out on us, haha) made my night.
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This was after Ms. C handed me her gift. She said I should open it right there. Okay…

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They pretended not to look at me while I was peeking. When I peeked, I saw something that made me do this:

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and this is that something:
- Mood:
bouncy - Music:broken strings - james morrsion & nelly furtado
- Location:home sweet home
- Mood:
chipper - Music:the only night - james morrison
I watched Bride Wars with LC today. My first movie for 2009! I was scheduled to catch ‘Benjamin Button’ (why are Brad’s movie titles so long? Remember that one with Assassination?) but Rach had an urgent errand so we postponed that [Spinsters Inc.] movie date to next week.
I’m not much fond of Kate Hudson nor Anne Hathaway but both of them were cute in the movie. Yeah, cute. The movie was cute, too. I cannot think of other words because watching it did not require much thinking anyway but it’s still entertaining. I like the songs used in the movie! Will look for its soundtrack soon. My favorite of all is Happy by Natasha Bedingfield. It’s amusing to have heard a song and you don’t appreciate it much until it’s used in a movie. I love it so much I think it’s going to be my birthday song. ![]()
Got my dreams, got my life, got my love
Got my friends, got the sunshine above
Why am I making this hard on myself
When there’s so many beautiful reasons I have to be happy
Oh yeah, birthday vibes coming in and they couldn’t be more fantastic.
I wrote something in my journal a while ago with these feelings hovering in my head, and mushy as it may seem, I actually cried a little bit. They’re the happy kind of tears though. I guess it’s the cotton-fluffy feelings brought by the weather and my guiding moons and stars aligning perfectly at this time of year.
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When I got home, I was glad to catch up on the second half of the Missouri leg of American Idol auditions. Confirmed! I officially like Kara Dioguardi!
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You do not alter Vera to fit you, you alter yourself to fit Vera!
- wedding gown shop sales assistant, commenting on the risk of gaining weight between buying a Vera Wang wedding dress and the actual wedding day
The International Butter Club? You mean you’ve actually been sitting around eating sticks of butter?
- Daniel to Liv, asking about the baskets of goodies she thought he has been sending her to be thoughtful
These two lines, along with Marion St. Claire’s lines at the end which I failed to remember completely, were reasons enough to like Bride Wars. I give it 6/10. ![]()
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Got my dreams, got my life, got my love
Got my friends, got the sunshine above
Why am I making this hard on myself
When there’s so many beautiful reasons I have to be HAPPY?
I just had to repeat that because it made more sense now.
I once wrote, I always have this fear that I will never measure up to anyone and it will be the reason why I will be left behind…(T)hat’s why I eagerly try to be this best person I thought he would like…losing a large chunk of who I really am in the process. I wrote it in particular reference to how I deal with men but I realized, I have been doing it in many of my relationships, with many different people, for a damn long time. So not healthy, right? I will change courses this year. Anyway, much more of this is in my journal, I simply can’t help but share a sliver of my thoughts because I’m feeling good about almost everything now. Birthday vibes, positive aura, name it, I probably got it. I hope it stays for good. Three days to go!!!
- Mood:
indescribable - Music:Under The Influence - James Morrison
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I had dinner in MoMo Food + Drink, one of the new restaurants in Robinson’s Midtown. Great place. Affordable food prices, to think that (I heard) its sister restaurants are M Cafe in Greenbelt and Chelsea Market & Cafe in Serendra. Desserts are mouthwatering. If you order coffee, they give you free Chocnut, hehe. Chic interior. Free wifi! Must be with the time of the month (meaning exams week?), because while having dinner, even if the place was really full, I was still able to read in peace because almost everyone was studying. It was perfect.
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It’s so cold here in the city! I wonder how much colder it is in Tagaytay or Baguio. I love the weather lately.
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amused






