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Mortality at Forty

  • Jun. 17th, 2009 at 9:33 PM
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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?

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  • May. 13th, 2009 at 3:29 PM
Judie!

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!”

♦  ◊  ♦

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.
FOS

I am too stoked waiting for the season 5 finale episode of House that I indulged my sleep-deprived brain with something a bit close to my full-sized aortic pump (thanks, Francis Joseph Tribbiani). Still angsty, yes. How long have you guys known me? :)
 
 
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Part of my "emotional purging" is giving myself reasonable allowances until such time when I can say I'm fully, finally over something. In the process of doing this, I discover things that still sting even though they should not anymore. I do not and will never contest these things simply because they hurt.

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?

I miss the love that was almost there...

  • May. 9th, 2009 at 11:00 PM
Bitterness!

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.


Buy the album    *    Lyrics

highlights of my day

  • Apr. 6th, 2009 at 9:49 AM
Happy Rachel

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 =) 

status: busy

  • Mar. 8th, 2009 at 3:01 PM


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.

closet bully

  • Mar. 4th, 2009 at 10:01 AM
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I know I am a bully. Sometimes.

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. =(
 

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Josh Lyman, ILY =)

  • Feb. 28th, 2009 at 2:42 PM
geeks rule!

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. :D

I adore.

  • Feb. 16th, 2009 at 2:37 AM

One of the best things I love in a partnership is one’s capacity to adore his/her partner, yet at the same time, a natural knack for pointing out whatever that needs a healthy form of self-check (okay, I am hesistant to put FAULTS, but that’s what I’m trying to say, hahaha).

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!

hit or miss

  • Feb. 7th, 2009 at 12:39 PM
I love books. Huh.
“…what does it mean, to say that things aren’t going well? Compared to what? You can say: compared to how things were going a couple of hours ago, or a couple of years ago. But that’s not the point. If two cars are speeding towards a brick wall with no brakes, and one car hits the wall moments before the other, you can’t spend those moments saying that the second car is much better off than the first.

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


I will let them speak for me.

  • Jan. 20th, 2009 at 12:34 AM

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.


This was after Ms. C handed me her gift. She said I should open it right there. Okay…
Volare with friends


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



and this is that something:

the cutest gift so far. lol. )

juditigger on twitter

  • Jan. 20th, 2009 at 12:32 AM
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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. :)

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Bride Wars and a little drama on the side

  • Jan. 16th, 2009 at 11:35 AM

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!!!

three shorties

  • Jan. 16th, 2009 at 11:28 AM
Happy Rachel
I just finished watching the Arizona leg of American Idol auditions. I like the new judge, Kara Dioguardi. She looks different in still pictures but when you watch her talk and do all these judge stuff, it’s like seeing Leighton Meester’s older sister and Robin Tunney morphed into one person, appearance-wise. Pretty face!

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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.

goodbye, drafts...hello, thomas lang!

  • Jan. 14th, 2009 at 9:14 AM

I cleaned the DRAFT folder in my Gmail. Funny that I managed to keep 62 draft e-mails! That’s a lot of things left unsaid, if you think about it. Almost all of them were intended to be sent to only one person! A lot of them were finished e-mails, only short of hitting the Send button to complete its purpose. Many of them would have qualified as blog entries because of their content and length. I don’t know why I chose to leave them like that. The only reason I can think of is that almost all of them were brutally frank, the spur of the moment kind. I did not recognize many feelings conveyed there. Some made me laugh. The others made me grin because of how pathetic they were. I would have kept them for these very reasons, just to have something to look back or laugh at in the future, but I decided against it. Better have a clean slate when I turn over a new leaf next week.



I have to do some serious journal updates. I am already nine days behind. I hope my new pen inspires me to write.



The Gun Seller is f*cking funny. I’ve never laughed by myself while reading in a coffee shop since A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole. I am not simply being biased because Hugh Laurie wrote it. It’s really funny! I cannot comment on it as a whole because I’m only halfway through; it can go bad or it cannot, but it already made me chuckle many times so whatever’s at the end would be tolerable and forgivable. I think I’m sort of getting British humour now. I started reading P.G. Wodehouse last year and I was amused. Might bear no relation to everything at all but Hugh reveres Wodehouse among all comic novelists! Anyway, ah, love for reading. I love this kind of love.

Amos Lee and James Morrison!

  • Jan. 14th, 2009 at 9:09 AM


Today’s slow and calm and very comforting because many things.
amos-lee Amos Lee. I listened to all three of his albums in almost three hours and that was some time well spent. After lunch, I went back to his first album and I digested everything, each and every line. Compared to his next two, Supply & Demand and Last Days At The Lodge, tracks in his first album were slower and more folksy. A very suitable windy Saturday companion.

I took the title of this blog entry from the words of one of the tracks, Bottom of the Barrel.

I also texted my friends because when I heard All My Friends, I had to laugh at how spot-on it was - or not. We’ll see, we will only update ourselves of goings-on ,in the flesh, on the day of my birthday. =) A few lines in the song went like this:

All my friends / Got broken wings /Never will you hear them asking why / The cage bird sings
All my friends / They know how to live / Oh so much sorrow / So much love to give
We’ll face the winds / And break the strongest of trees / Beckon for the sweet, soft, summer breeze


My favorite in the album is Colors. I read that it was used in one of House’s episodes in season two so you guessed it right, I looked for it! It was used at the end of Hunting (Stacy aka House’s true love (?)/ the one who got away (?) was still there, and he decided to keep Steve McQueen the rat as his pet). Cool.

My favorite lines among all songs there would go to Seen It All Before. I didn’t like its melody that much but I liked the following:

Go ahead baby / Run away again / Growing tired of chasing you

I can hear my heart pounding / Oh but I can’t decide
Stuck between the depths of my fears / And peaks of my pride


If you think it’s totally gone because I have not blogged about it, you’re wrong.  I simply chose to be silent about it because it’s the adult thing to do and it’s slowly ebbing down anyway.

 

{James Morrison's 2nd album and a little romantic babble} )

cuteness overload

  • Jan. 5th, 2009 at 10:44 AM

I would like to send virtual hugs to [info]irinafan for my new layout!!!
It's still rocking my socks, everyone!!!
My inner fangirl is VERY happy!!!

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course confusion

  • Jan. 3rd, 2009 at 9:47 PM

I want to study again but I do not know what course to take this time.

Finishing graduate school is an idea that never died even if I had to move out of my previous program last year. It only means I did not lose interest in studying, my course then wasn’t just for me. I reached a point when I thought I was good for nothing and should just trash learning and being graded for it. Seriously though, it could not be the case. I’ve seen people who have made the rounds of colleges and universities because they cannot find the course they want. I am just the same. When I left, a professor asked me if the program was faulty because apparently a lot had left before me. I was surprised as all those times I thought it’s always been about my insufficient interest which led to incompetence which eventually led to missing deadlines and actual classes. Distance and schedule figured out prominently in the equation, too,  but at the end of it all, I just wanted out of it, I guess.

So, I’m browsing for courses again. Thing is, I still do not know what I want.  Is there a psych test I can take to determine where I am leaning towards? I’m afraid I would have to make my own trip around national grad schools, experience the courses, before I can identify what I really want. It’s kind of nuts but if left with no choice, I might do it.

Many courses are promising but somewhere in the midst of reading each of its core subjects, I find myself asking, “Do I want this? Can I endure this?” Because frankly, I am not one to endure something I do not like doing, and I almost never reconsider when I dislike something already. Anyway, I am also thinking if taking something related to what I do now would be the way to go, or something only a bit related but would present a different realm to me is more okay.

 

A rather short list of courses out there... )

See, so many courses, so little willpower to decide which one is it. If universities will tailor a course to suit my top-of -mind interests, then they can start a course like Master of House MD, Major in House and Cuddy. =) Or all about Friends, since I discovered very recently, I can still win any Friends episode trivia contest by a long mile. What a life, right? =)

I hope to come up with something soon. Studying again may not be one of the changes I want to do (again?) this year but since I’m not as adventurous as other people and mobility is not a viable option at this time, it’s very high in my priority list. Operation:Awesomeness starts today, people.


The title is true if you consider Friday as the last day of the week. Anyway…

When you return to work after a long vacation, you will find it hard to feel that the day after that would be a weekend. Again. Since we were asked to leave earlier (by an hour and a half), we thought Management must have realized that it was a waste of resources to ask us to come to work given that most agencies did not schedule client meets today AND it’s still a holiday in the US.

It was still ok though because I got to come with my mother to attend the first Friday mass at the Basilica of  Black Nazarene in Quiapo. A huge number of people were there, dude. We heard mass outside the church because it’s too full. They said it was still a normal volume because air can still pass between us. =) I have been a terrible church-goer in months. I think I last heard mass three months ago, and not my mother neither any kind of religious guilt coaxed me to do otherwise. It’s a long issue altogether so I will leave it now.

It’s cold outside and I could never want it more.

I missed talking to my friends in the office.  They were pretty much updated with my life since, upon extreme coercion, they have read all my entries since I went on vacation. In my team most especially, the benefit of being boss is that I can always impose. Yahaha, a tinge of Dr. Cuddy there. =)

The year started off very good for most of them while I have yet to entirely map out mine.  I only told them I’m going to find my passion this year and I’m prepared to discover whatever it is.  I am worked up  beginning today about new graduate school courses, actually. If I could not make up my mind, then maybe other advocacies would do it.  Passion, yeah. Finding a future boyfriend whose last name is Pasion will be under negotiation. =) I am staying away from romantic exploration through self-degradation this year and I mean it this time.  Waiting for it, finding it, is hard. As Cuddy said, “So many people. So much energy and drama just trying to find someone who’s almost never the right person anyway.

What I strongly feel though is I am going to be very awesome this year. Yes. Hahaha =) I’ll keep this entry bookmarked just in case.

Eating heated leftovers and watching The Soup are two of the best moments in my universe right now.

Happy weekend!

Welcome, 2009!

  • Jan. 1st, 2009 at 3:09 AM
Happy Rachel

Here’s to another 365 days of craziness, fun, less struggle and more hope for people everywhere. We can all cope with whatever’s ailing us now - financially, professionally, personally, socially - they will all pass.

Seventeen days to go until my 27th birthday! I am going to change my mindset about it. It still freaks me out but I can simply shrug it off and smile. A friend said that most life-changing events happen when someone turns 27. It’s when my Saturn will return.  Wherever it went, I have no idea. =)

Speaking of change, it is the theme of the January run of National Blog Posting Month. I joined again and hopefully I’ll be included in the blogroll when everything’s not too busy anymore. =) Participating last month (last year!) was fun.

Here’s to changing lame strategies, continuing effective ones, and reconstructing the “moving” parts of my life. Yay!

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