SAIL Across my MIND

Thanks SASAP

2007-11-30T05:15:00.000-08:00

Thank You! There's so many things I need to say but I can't think of better words. But I think a simple THANK YOU will mean a lot. Miss you.

*Meet tau minsan.

2007-11-30T04:46:00.000-08:00

Awww, I've been so lazy for a long time. Never updated my blog. Didn't even bother to login.. Haaays. Im thinking of changing my my template for a new look, for a change. I will be DORMANT for a long time again*

* As if posting a notice will make a difference. New blog for a new life. Ahehe

MIXED emotions

2007-11-11T02:45:00.000-08:00

GUILTY...
I failed to remember to go and see my high school friends. Of all the people expected, it was me who didn't even bother to go. . Or even greet my friend a HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

I know party has ended, but still, ...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SASAP.

...and it will never be too late.

REGRETFUL...
I did not attend the reunion2. *sigh* Now i'm envious.

ELATED
I'm so happy I don't know why.

CONFUSED

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As in blank, *blanko* (manhid--emosyon ba 'to? hehe. I'm not sure)

hiding inside myself

2007-10-18T10:02:00.000-07:00

I've drawn lines to keep people out. I've set boundaries to define my territory. Beacause that makes me feel secure, in my own world, in my comfort zone. I didn't notice these lines I've drawn, the boundaries I've set don't only keep them out... it fence me in. And I'm alone.

Now I decided to cross the borders of my territory... to cross the lines. I don't want to live my life living alone. I want to live my life crossing them.

But . . .

. . . there are some lines that are way too dangerous to cross.

life is simple... right?

2007-10-05T08:18:00.000-07:00

If you keep doing what you've always done, you always get what you always got...
SO THE LOGIC IS: when you want something you never had, you've got to do something you've never done.

Simple..

But, damn are all those rules.
Sometimes, you have done all your best (at least i know i've done all) and i can't achieve it. Grrrr... *sigh* I'm so frustrated. Pressured. Stressed-out.

it's so haaard... you know

2007-09-05T19:32:00.000-07:00

Really funny. And true.

TAG... TAG... and TAG

2007-09-05T18:43:00.000-07:00

Instructions:
Each player of this game starts with 6 weird things about you. People who get tagged need to write a list of their own 6 weird things in their blog as well as state the rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says you are tagged in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

1. I think I developed a skill of sleeping while standing. Just acquired that when I used to ride the MRT from Taft to Quezon Avenue for my 7am class.

2. I can make my ears move at will. (Isn't it amazing? ^_^)

3. I'm allergic to beer. The last time I had was when my high school buddies and I went on an outing. The next morning after the long night of drinking (and immersing into the pool) I got a lot of red spots all over my body.

4. I love ampalaya. Many people may not like the way it taste but I love it.

5. Sometimes, I am losing my sense of left and right. I even need to raise my hands to distinguish which is left and right.

6. My average distance I walked everyday would be 5km. I prefer walking than taking jeepney especially when I'm not sure where to go.

I'll just edit this out later for the names of bloggers I will tag.

new career

2007-08-22T01:03:00.000-07:00

Last week, I went to Burgundy Tower in Makati to accompany my friend for his job application. We need to go to the Lower Penthouse and so took the elevator. That really took a long time 'coz we had to fall in line just to use the elevator because of high volume of people going there that day. And so, when it's our turn to use the elevator, it was really full-packed that the elevator operator had to step outside and give the seat for me. And then I said to myself, "Does this mean I'm the operator now?". Wow, that would be challenging for me to have a job like that. I magine, I have to stay there for 12hours* pressing the elevator buttons. It's just between me and the elevator. I wonder how these guys manage to defeat boredom. Added to the torturous long hours of shift is the constant rushing of blood to the brain. Whoa! My ears are aching for just the thought of it.

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*According to one of the operator I've interviewed

2007-08-07T20:17:00.000-07:00

It's been a long time since I wrote my last blog. I've been so busy that I can't think of things to write (But, I have time to change my blog's layout *haha* ).

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I still can't figure out why I can't put a comment link below each posts. tsk tsk tsk. Shame on me.

another one of those things I want to ask

2007-07-26T04:04:00.000-07:00

"If a word in the dictionary were misspelled, how would we know?"

2007-07-17T20:26:00.000-07:00

"If the world hates you, you know that it has hated me before it hated you."

-John 15:18

just wondering. . .

2007-07-17T19:47:00.000-07:00

During my time of tunganga mode I always wonder why do I hear my voice differently from my recorded voice. It's just queer when I hear my recorded voice or my voice coming from the speaker when I'm talking through the microphone.

It's like after hearing my voice,

HEY, THAT'S NOT F***ING ME!

Just really weird.

2007-07-11T23:26:00.000-07:00

I'm surrounded by people, but still, I feel alone.

Just realized that no matter how you and your friends are important to each other, you still can’t depend on them to be there with you during your times of loneliness. My barkada has been pretty busy with their work and school projects, they couldn’t find time to fit me into their schedule. Not that I’m complaining; I absolutely understand. It’s just that the thought terrified me because I’ve always held up the belief that if ever I grow up without a partner, I’d be able to depend on my friends for company.

However, I don’t think that will hold true. These friends of mine don’t even have relationships yet, and still, they’ve been so busy. I don’t want to imagine how lonely I’d be 10 years from now.

one of the happiest night of my life

2007-07-10T23:48:00.001-07:00

And unforgettable too. I'm scared of the time when there comes a time that I will be too old to recognize pictures such as these.

on my way to...hell?

2007-06-30T20:10:00.000-07:00

I was on my way to Batangas city proper and was on board a Supreme bus. That was the disgusting trip I've ever had. Aside from the fact that the bus really stinks, it was so old that it may self-destruct when you give it a slight nudge. To add more on my suffering, a man sitting behind me lights a cigarette. What the hell is he doing? Does he know that it is prohibited to puff a smoke inside a public vehicle? Grrrr.... He puffs smoke as if he is holding a cock ready for arena fighting. I can't tell him that 'cause I don't want to be scandalous. Thank God I was about to get off.

I really should have Manny Pacquiao-ed him.

Emote

2007-06-30T19:52:00.000-07:00

I just got to blog this time because of certain circumstances. Circumstances I can't do something about. I feel frustrated and helpless.

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I grew up doing things not because I really want to do that or the initiative comes from me. Things were imposed on me. I was passive and dependent. So all that I did was to do the "better". "You should do this because this is better" or "This should be the good step for that" or perhaps, "Don't do this because what do you think will the people will say if you do" (a logically invalid reason I think). . . blah blah blah. I grew up living to expectations, trying to please everybody. Now I realized I was pathetic. What were I thinking?

I think it would be more satisfying on my part to accomplish things because it is not imposed nor dictated.

I just got to do something. I need to decide on my own.

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Sorry for me being so emotional.

Thank you for being genuinely receptive of me.

2007-06-24T02:41:00.000-07:00

This has been my first attempt to spill out my inner self through blog. This is getting to be exasperating for me. I am not a writer but I love to write (not so frequent, though). Hope I can manage to tweak some settings here even if I'm not good when it comes to it.

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My life has been so boring. I still don't know what to do with my life. I wish mine were as interesting as others. I'm sick and tired of routines, of redundancies, of complacencies. I want to do things I haven't done. I want to be independent.