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(no subject) [Nov. 23rd, 2009|01:59 am]
I am astonished at how rude some people can be.

These types of people just exist, and surely we all know that by now, but it doesn't make their rude actions any less offensive. Heavens know why they feel the need to even be rude, because seriously, why can't we all just be kind to one another and get along? The concept of kindness is actually pretty rad. And for a girl who views herself as someone who is very understanding, I find it difficult to grasp why anyone would want to be rude to certain people, especially when the selected few seem to have done nothing to deserve such treatment.

It's easy to imagine circumstances wherein people probably felt that their victim deserved rude treatment, but who the hell are we to be the judge of that? I'm not saying I have never been rude to anyone, I have been and I most certainly will be again at some random points in my life. It's just that there is usually some sort of logic behind it, even if one's reasoning is as simple (and as childish) as, "I hate your face, so there!", that would still be logical. However, I've come across a certain type of rude that just doesn't make any sense at all. First off, it wasn't always that way between me and this person! Once upon a time we used to talk, and openly so. And even though we didn't talk often, I'd like to believe that there was some form of respect established between us, and respect is always a good thing to have between human beings.

Have I changed between then and now? Yes, I have, and it's been in good ways. Have I done anything that may have offended him at any point? I really wouldn't know, but if that were the case then I would love to know what it was so I could sit and think about what I did. And, if my heart should deem it fit, I might even apologize for my actions. Was it something I said? Did I dress inappropriately? Is it my hair? Did I diss something he held dear to his heart? Is it the music I listen to? What? The questions just keep popping up!

Things like this bother me because I am pretty sensitive to vibrations, and I did feel that things weren't going as smooth as they used to. Basically, I am not surprised by it even happening because I actually saw it coming. First I became receptive to a certain look in his eye, a wave of reluctant insincerity. Next, there were actual slips wherein he'd say hurtful things over the phone not knowing that I could hear him, only to be told that he was on speakerphone. And it's not like I expected an apology, so I let pass the fact that I never got one. I'm not one to accept apologies that aren't meant anyway. To me, an apology means that a person knows what they did wrong, and that it wouldn't happen again. So, time passed and I noticed that we were never in the same room at the same time anymore. I wasn't sure if it was deliberate or coincedental, and I didn't try to make such a big deal over it. Just made note of it, and that was that.

If I was not someone's favorite person, that would be just fine with me, and I would not take it against that person. It's not like I expect everyone to like me anyway. Hell, I don't like a lot of people, but I won't go out of my way to let these things be known unless that were the only way to escape an ugly situation.

So, when shit hit the fan I took the opportunity to get to the root of the problem; I made it known that I was well-aware of the tension going on between us, and that I had been meaning to come around to finding out what the reason behind it was. Perhaps the sudden confrontation wasn't something he expected, for I could see him fumbling for words. And the words were ridiculous.

Apparently, I am being blamed for actions other than my own.
And for that I get ill-treatment? Bloody ridiculous.

As stated, I view myself as someone very understanding, so I try to look at it from his point of view and see that, no matter how daffy the reasoning is, it's actually quite feasible... Feasible for a very small-minded individual. The thing is, he is not a small-minded individual, and I figured he would know better than to jump to a conclusion like that. And to think that anyone could possibly think of me in that light, someone who has spoken with me on many occassions, someone who should know by now that I am on their side, it just really really bites. Thanks for thinking I could possibly have such a powerful manipulative hold over another person, but I am not one to want anything less than the best for people that I love. To point a finger at me and say that it's my fault that certain things are going wrong and that I'm to blame for another person's shortcomings? A knife through the heart.

Am I to get upset? Because I really am, and it hurts. Should I be glad that things got so bad that it became a hatch to finding out what was causing all this unnecessary behavior? I don't know. Hell, I don't even know what's going to happen next! It's annoying to know that this could have all been stopped dead in its tracks if only things were found out earlier on. Communication is good for things like that, it really is a lovely tool for us humans. And though the exchange can often be tough and tiresome, the results can sometimes be enlightening. Solutions can be found, problems fixed, rough patches made even, obscure points made clear - the possibilities are plenty!

What happens after this is beyond me.

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(no subject) [Nov. 5th, 2009|08:01 am]
This post's sole purpose is to state how I dearly love TED, and for those who've never been on it, here's something to start with, if it's anything worth spending eighteen minutes over: Sir Ken Robinson talks about how schools stifle creativity. It's an amazing talk, and I'm sure others will agree.

P.S.
It also got me thinking, as most good things do, about the idea of being wrong. See, he mentions about how children are not frightened of being wrong; I'd like to believe that I still have that trait with me, and that I'm open to being wrong. Hell, I often make a monkey out of myself! I can't see how I have ever really display being so uptight about being right all the time. However, there's something else to me, that this talk poked within me, that I can't quite put a finger on - creativity aside, there's something to taking risks that I'm just not willing to take. And since I can't put a finger on it just yet, I guess it's safe to sum it up with the fact that there are some bridges I am just too afraid to burn. It's not so much a fear of being wrong, as it is a fear of something else that has yet to be identified. Anyway yeah, the talk had me laughing, and nodding, and thinking well in a span of eighteen minutes. I guess that, for someone who isn't a morning person, I really enjoyed starting my day off with it. And come to think of it, maybe I've just got "being wrong" all mixed up with "fucking up" in this silly little head of mine. Oh well, I'm on it.
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Repost: 101 Ways To Pack Meaning Into A Lifetime [Oct. 26th, 2009|04:50 pm]
 



On relating to others

1 let love rule
2 share your talents and gifts
3 be generous with genuine smiles
4 express kindness every chance you get
5 treasure your loved ones
6 befriend someone you’re not fond of
7 understand someone who’s misunderstood
8 find common ground with someone you perceive to be different from you
9 find the good in others
10 bond often with laughter
11 remember the power of sharing great wine and food with others
12 forgive the seemingly unforgivable
13 help those in need
14 ask for help when you need it
15 defend those who can’t defend themselves
16 interpret coldness in others as sadness
17 and attempt to bring those people a little warmth
18 pay attention to the quiet/boisterous ones
19 and distill the simple truth in their message
20 engage someone who seems disinterested
21 and encourage her/him to discover her/his fire in the belly
22 curb the attitude
23 pump up the patience
24 practice humility
25 reciprocate negativity with positivity
26 realize that you’re part of a continuum
27 remember that your actions (or inaction) impact others

On philosophy and learning

28 seek truth (ask a lot of questions)
29 make mistakes
30 take a stand on the issues
31 dare to be right
32 dare to be wrong
33 dare to be an activist for a cause you’re passionate about
34 be a leader (see Justin Dixon’s ideas on What Makes a Great Leader)
35 lead by example
36 find someone you’re philosophically diametrically opposed with
37 and meet them halfway
38 read a lot; write a lot
39 teach others what you’ve learned (and be open to learning while you teach)
40 open yourself to wisdom from unlikely places
41 write or talk to people you admire
42 emulate someone you admire
43 and when you find yourself in a situation where you’re unsure, ask “what would _______ do?”
44 broaden your horizon and put things in perspective
45 find the lesson in an undesirable experience or situation
46 deflect negativity with indifference (if not with positivity)
47 remind yourself often that you don’t have to believe what others believe; even those you admire

On being true to oneself (or keeping that connection to your core)

48 count your blessings
49 know your power and don’t underestimate it
50 write a mission statement
51 and live it (and revise it accordingly as you evolve)
52 don’t neglect good health (see Anastasiya’s list of 101 Healthy Habits that Anyone Can Follow)
53 listen to the song in your heart (and don’t be afraid to sing it and dance to it)
54 recognize the noise and tune it out
55 say what you mean and mean what you say (see Karlil’s thoughts on improving body anguage)
56 open your mind (see Steven Aitchison’s list of 100 Ways to Develop Your Mind)
57 open your heart and let the light in
58 eliminate hypocrisy by looking at yourself before judging others
59 give yourself a break (go on retreats, getaways, vacations, or at least take a lunch break)
60 know that life isn’t always about productivity
61 so let go of guilt and do nothing once in a while
62 feel every emotion fully (as opposed to repressing it) then let it pass
63 understand that impulses can be controlled so control those you have that may be negative (we all have them)
64 seek and maintain balance without compromising passion
65 make a decision (don’t let others decide for you)
66 nurture your spirituality

On relating to material or non-essential things

67 give a portion of your money away to a cause you believe in (for ideas, visit Global Giving)
68 savor the good feeling that comes from this generous act
69 give a treasured object away
70 and embrace the power of letting go
71 throw out the literal and proverbial garbage
72 make space for meaningful things
73 remember others who don’t have the basics
74 and think twice before buying things just because you can (read Leo Babauta’s ideas on the true cost of stuff)
75 appreciate the luxuries you have
76 pass on possessions you’ve outgrown that are useful to others
77 know that your identity is separate from your material possessions

On adventures

78 go on adventures
79 be bold with your adventures
80 dream big
81 and take baby steps to realize them
82 visit another country as often as you can (read this piece by Chris Guillebeau for cautionary tips)
83 and feast your senses in its culture
84 dine on various cuisines
85 step out of your comfort zone (take risks, let yourself be challenged)

On art

86 pay attention to aesthetics
87 and let beauty bathe your senses
88 Experience all forms of art
89 and allow yourself to be transported by its power
90 once in a while, view things through an artist’s lens
91 and let your imagination roam free
92 express your inner artist (by drawing, painting, sculpting…)
93 and revel in your power to create

On paid and unpaid work

94 love what you do
95 do what you love
96 do something you’d do anyway without getting paid
97 give what you do your best effort (read Jeffrey Tang’s 10 Excuses I’ve Used Up This Month)
98 value your time and energy

On relating to the planet and the universe

99 notice and appreciate the infinite beauty of nature (read Fr. Michael’s piece Have You Noticed?)
100 think about the future generations and what the world will be like for them because of how you treat the planet now
101 remember the universal laws when you’ve done everything you can

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(no subject) [Oct. 9th, 2009|02:54 pm]
People who have something to say that is of (at least) some significance will most likely NOT be mumbling things under covered mouths when they talk to you.

So, if you feel like opening things up to me, do so clearly. Not that I won't make an effort to make out what you're saying because heavens know that I will, but if you're only going to strategically place objects around your mouth and end up making my listener's job harder than it probably already is, then perhaps you'd want to rethink your shit. Because, not only am I supposed to listen, I'm also supposed to comprehend. And not just words, but concepts and notions too.
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(no subject) [Oct. 4th, 2009|05:12 pm]
It sucks to pick up the home telephone only to find out that the phonecall is actually for someone you don't even say a single word to. Why'd they put the phone so near my lil nook anyway? I know I have a nice warm "hello" but, ugh...
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Elizalde [Sep. 20th, 2009|01:50 pm]

Around about thirteen hours ago, I got held at gunpoint by some guy on a motorbike.

There isn't much to say about an incident like that, and it's not like it's a situation you can really easily walk into or out of anyway. Basically, I was just a five-minute walk away from my house when this guy slows down to a complete stop right next to me. It's not like I was immediately going to freak out and run all over the place, I'm used to people stopping next to me on the road because they're either friends of mine or strangers who need to ask directions, but when he held that gun at me I just knew it was bad. The cherry on top is the fact that he said absolutely nothing, he just had his gun pointed at me.

One can only imagine the sort of things that ran through my mind at that moment: Do I know this son of a bitch? Is that gun even real? What the fuck did I do? Just how tremendous could the pain of a gunshot wound be? Exactly where is he aimed? Am I meant to die tonight? Where the fuck are the neighbors? The list goes on.

So, my hands are up in the air as I realize what the scenario is, and I tell him please don't shoot. Guns aren't something I'm too familiar with, but I'm guessing that what he had was a 9mm. Anyway, he does a small U-turn, gets his gun pointed at me again and finally tells me to hand him my mobile phone, which I did without hesitation. He then started to take off, so I ran towards the nearest well-lit junction, but the fucker took another U-turn and went after me. I just figured that if this asswipe is going to shoot at me, I won't make myself an easy target. Good thing he never pulled the trigger. Anyway, I can't remember which point had me yelling out terror, but it's what eventually woke people up anyway. Police came quick, but it was useless considering that the criminal was well out of sight already. Besides, I had no face to identify because he had a black helmet on the whole time, and I couldn't have possibly seen his plates because it was pitch-black at that particular area.

The really sad part is that this happened near my house. It would have made more sense if this happened somewhere else, somewhere really really ghetto, but no. Having found out first-hand how unsafe my hood is just rips my heart right up. We'll never know whether this is just the result of some fucked up idiot's idea of fun, or if this piece of shit just really needed money so bad that he'd do anything to get it; what we do know is that these streets aren't safe. I really have to mention how, from the mundane act of walking down a street that I've gone up and down countless times, to being faced with an armed crook, it's strange how I entered a sort of dream-like state in-between.

Sure, it all boils down to the fact that I didn't get hurt. But, damn...
 

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On Explanations. (c/o dizzybee) [Jul. 15th, 2009|06:05 am]

I figured I'd put this here before I hit the sack again.

"For those who understand, no explanation is needed.
For those who do not understand, no explanation is possible."

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Seeing Double [Mar. 15th, 2009|03:08 am]
The second attempt didn't work any better than the first did, but today's discovery put unexpected smiles on more than just two people's faces. Now, I can go to sleep without worrying about slowly dying, but as with all worries, they are (sooner or later) easily replaced by new ones.

Is it just me, or was I never a carefree lady afterall?
Not that it means much, it's a matter of manner anyway.




Zzzzz...
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Sticky Fruit [Mar. 9th, 2009|04:53 pm]
The sixth of the month was a failed (first) attempt.
This evening is attempt number two, and I/we just hope for the best.
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If people are going to be putting words in my mouth... [Mar. 1st, 2009|01:11 pm]
... they better make sure they know how I string words together.
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(no subject) [Feb. 10th, 2009|10:09 pm]
Tonight, a jobless bastard came charging at me while I was walking back to my seat in front of the computer. He asked me if I had a problem with him, I said I didn't have a problem with him but I did have a problem with the way things are turning. He asked me what my bulletin post was all about, and I basically had to run through whatever the said bulletin post said. Basically I had to state again what was in that post, which was that I didn't care what they did (or didn't do) with their lives, all I'm asking for is a bit of humility about the whole situation. Not even towards me but to the people around him, I'm not the only person around here anyway. I wouldn't mind them at all as long as they weren't making a motherfucking ruckus. But for me to be startled awake at noon by the yelling of a man (who was apparently cussing at his newest child's mother) is a motherfucking ruckus. And for this man to walk away from the whole situation like nothing happened, not to forget the nerve he had to ask our mother for money and to turn it down when it didn't meet the price that he was hoping for, that's a bit on the shameless side. This makes me want to say a thing or two, and so I posted my two cents.

And tonight he proved to be a far bigger idiot than I thought.

He even had it in him to come back at me with a "don't you shout around the house too?" - well of course I do! I never once claimed to be a meek little lamb. (If anything, I'm the outspoken black sheep around here, and everybody knows it.) I've grown up with people talking behind my back because they'd rather not deal with the terror that I can be when the terror is called for. But dude, me yelling whatever the fuck it is that I yell is different.

Just to set the picture clear, the mother-cussing noon-time incident took place in front of his own children, which is wrong on at least two levels - not only was he cussing in front his own children, he was cussing at the mother of their brand-new baby half-brother. So here he comes and shames himself once more in front of them by charging at me, the very person who stands as their substitute whatever-you-wanna-call-it. And to think he had the nerve to come charge at a woman? To raise his fist in the air like I was someone he could even do that to? That's nasty, he might as well grow a fucking pussy for all I care, heh. (If he even hit me, I wouldn't think twice about suing his stupid broke ass.) And now anyone can see why me yelling around the house is different from him yelling around the house - he has children here who can see and hear him, I don't! Facepalm, bro.

The biggest mistake I could have possibly done was to post that on a bulletin that they had access to, but why wouldn't I do that? I wanted to get the message across, so for me to keep things to myself would completely defeat the purpose. (And to think that I'm the type of person who does not believe in discussing matters that involve other people without them being there to speak up in actually helping fix the situation.) I put my opinion out where the people that matter can read what I think. It wasn't a question that needed answering, it was just a statement of what I thought and felt about things. Tough luck for him though, it hit him hard - and I suppose that's what happens when the truth hits you, it hits you hard where it hurts.

The problem with having a voice and using it is the fact that people start to get hostile on your ass. For what? Not being a mindless dumbass who just lets everything go like it's no big deal. Hell, people get killed for standing up for what they believe in, I am not a stranger to this fact. But I will not take this this rubbish from an idiot who can't even straighten himself out. Call it a rude awakening, call it what you will, but he had it coming to him and it really sucks that I had to be the one to do it. If I didn't do it, then no one would, because everyone would have kept silent about these things, just like they always do.

We all have a piece of the shit-pie, if he can't handle his slice then that's his problem. Yes, we're all eating at the same table, and we've all got our own plates to deal with - but if he's making a mess of his plate and it starts ending up in my hair, then he's bound to hear a thing or two coming from me - otherwise, I wouldn't give a fart about how he goes about his thing because I'd still have my own shit to deal with.
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12 Rules For Life [Feb. 8th, 2009|04:12 pm]


Sometimes we just need to remember what the 12 Rules of Life really are:

1. Never give yourself a haircut after three margaritas.

2. You need only two tools: WD-40 and duct tape. If it doesn't move and it should, use WD-40. If it moves and shouldn't, use the tape.

3. The five most essential words for a healthy, vital relationship are "I apologize" and "you are right."

4. Everyone seems normal until you get to know them.

5. Never pass up an opportunity to pee.

6. If he/she says that you are too good for him/her - believe them.

7. Learn to pick your battles; ask yourself, "Will this matter one year from now? How about one month? One week? One day?"

8. When you make a mistake, make amends immediately. It's easier to eat crow while it's still warm.

9. If you woke up breathing, congratulations! You have another chance!

10. Living well really is the best revenge. Being miserable because of a bad or former relationship just might mean that the other person was right about you.

11. Work is good, but it's not that important. Money is nice, but you can't take it with you. Statistics show most people don't live to spend all they saved; some die even before they retire. Anything we have isn't really ours; It's on loan to us while we're here ...even our kids.

12. And finally...Be really good to your family and/or friends. You never know when you are going to need them to empty your bedpan.
 
Source: http://www.manbottle.com
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Danny and Annie Perasa [Jan. 16th, 2009|02:17 am]
This made me cry.
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(no subject) [Jan. 1st, 2009|06:25 pm]

God, I have never been so fuckin' childish in my entire life.

It's 2009 and I don't know what to do with myself; I know what I should be doing but I'm finding it hard to do. The whole need/want thing is getting to me and I'm not being very strong about it when I should be. Note: I have reasons to be strong but something's just not working for me right now. I also think I know what it is and where to look, but...

Maybe I need a push?

It's annoying how I need this and that to make it through this shit when it's clear that I already have whatever it is I need in order to get by. I'm being a fuckin' idiot, I know. Well, it's one thing to be an idiot and not know it, it's a complete other to keep at it when you're already aware. Just bash the idiot right out, that's what I'm going to do.

One more thing, I really hope that this one person from my past just never says a word to me ever again because there is no room for a friendship with him, ever. It took me a very long time to come around to forgiving him, but I somehow did. Or so I thought, I really don't know, but I'd very much like to believe that I did. Anyway, his attempts at us being friends just won't work. A while ago I had a little cry about it because (I guess) there's no denying the impact of what once was, and having to explain to the person why these are my conditions made me go back to remembering everything. The pain, as much as I have accepted it all, is still there. Whether or not that pain goes away completely is beyond me, but that doesn't matter because all I know is that there is no need for me and him to be friends. All I know is that the road ended where it did. All I know is that there is no room for him on my planet. All I know is that.

And then I'll soon learn the art of becoming fine while distant from the one that keeps me going! Gah.

Oh, if only I was the type of person who started being all creative whenever they started missing people, I'd probably already have some awesome things to give him when he gets back from the province. But no, I'm the kind of person who gets so miserable and sad and blah. And that's why I need someone who is similar to me in that sense, the "I can't stand being away from you" sense.

Shine fine.
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(no subject) [Dec. 9th, 2008|08:27 pm]

Last Friday started well for me from the minute I opened my eyes - of course that's natural when you wake up next to the person you love the most. Sure, I didn't wake up from the best dream in the world, but that doesn't matter much because the memory of the cuddle the night before (and the knowledge that that was no dream) simply makes up for any bed-time nightmare.

(Did I ever mention how much I love it when we make like we're playing house?)

The afternoon was spent watching Blood In Blood Out, which happens to be one of my personal favorites. When I was fourteen I must've seen that film about twelve times, that's how much I like that movie. "Chicano U-tarrrrn!"

Come night-time, me and Andrew had to go to Intramuros for some orchestra thing which I never went inside for, we'd already missed half the program so I didn't really feel too enthusiastic about catching the second half. After all that standing around and smoking in the rain that we did, me and him had to part ways - he had to go back to his nest while I had to make my way to a gathering in Malate to meet the people from the FilipinoMetal forums.



(L-R: caeli, warmaster, filthysweet, napakaastig, Barabbass, bianxraquel, faultyoutlet, LUNA.)


I enjoyed my evening spent with people I only just interact with on the forums. Of course there were inside jokes and poking fun and stuff like that, it was (mostly) in good taste. If only my boyfriend could've had come with me, I'm sure he'd have enjoyed the bands more than I did, too bad the gathering was rather exclusive and even though I was tipped that he could come along, I just didn't like the idea of my boyfriend getting grilled by the guys there. I honestly don't know why I get very anxious about these social situations, it could be the simple fact that I'm very protective of my boyfriend. I'm reminded of that time we decided to go catch some Japanese bands who flew in for a one-night gig up north

But I remember a time when I had so much confidence in my boyfriend, like I knew he could handle himself no matter what situation he should find himself in. It makes me wonder why I now worry for him in this way. Maybe it's just that as time passes, vulnerabilities unravel. I don't mind him showing me his weak side, I just shouldn't let the awareness of that side get to me in ways that make me seem faithless in my man - I may not know for certain, but at least the heavens know how much faith I've got in him.

And speaking of faith, I guess I did a good job Friday night, being entrusted around all that alcohol and not getting totally shit-faced at the gathering. Like I told one of the guys, I was taking that night as an opportunity to show my boyfriend that just because I was there didn't mean I had to get piss drunk with everyone else. And I'm still pretty proud of myself for getting the job done.

Anyway, here's another photo from the gathering I went to. This one makes me look looney, seeing how I'm the only one sporting a big ass smile. My spirit must have drifted off into some near-by comedy bar or something. Look, none of the people around me are talking to me, let alone looking my way! So I don't know who I could have been flashing that big smile at. And if there actually was anything funny at all going on, if there was someone throwing jokes out up front or something, then I seriously wouldn't know how the hell to explain the look on everybody else's face. So yeah, the most logical and simple explanation for this would be: I am a nut, thank you.





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Vanilla Peaches [Dec. 2nd, 2008|10:59 am]

Kagabi sumulyap ang Venus at Jupiter, panalo.



(22 down...)
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Sprain '08 [Nov. 27th, 2008|09:12 am]
It's that time of year when throats start to hurt, people get the sniffles (which means sore noses from having to blow every five or ten minutes) and not everybody is at the peak of their health. Now that I think about it, I really shouldn't have stood there the other night while it was drizzling.

So anyway, I'm at home Wednesday night getting my sick self some rest, I'm so close to dreaming when my boyfriend calls me on my mobile telling me he has some bad news. He sprained his ankle. It's peculiar how he seems to manage to sprain his ankle at least once a year, but despite that observation I made, I automatically feel for him and pitch in things that he might want to do to help alleviate the pain. Poor thing is in so much agony, and I'm all the way down south - as much as I want to take him to a doctor to see exactly what and how bad his injury is, I really can't. Not even if I insisted! So basically all I can do is muster up whatever's left of my Reiki and send some of that over to him, hope that nature might be kind enough to speed up the healing process, and pray that my boyfriend does what he's supposed to as far as attending to the injury.

I seriously want to take good care of him that, especially in times like these, I wish me and him were actually living together. Nevermind my other wish of being the size of his thumb so I could fit nice and snug in his pocket and be with him everywhere he went. Right now, I really just want to attend to his injured ankle, and by means of so many things I would also very much like to distract him from all that pain. But how? *Sigh*
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21st of November, 2008. [Nov. 21st, 2008|03:42 am]
Browsing the internet at random, listening to classical music (Arabesque No. 1 is actually on repeat at the moment), eating tuna sashimi, and drinking iced tea - that's what I was doing when all of a sudden I hear the pitter-patter of rain.

I don't want this entry to be some sort of Christmas post even if it's "right around the corner" already, so I won't let this turn out to be a Christmas post. Honestly, I'm not looking forward to it, but I'm genuinely glad for those people who've got wonderful things planned out for the season.

So yeah, Obama won. He's what, the forty-fourth president of the United States of America? Let's just hope he stays alive long enough to finish his term. Keyword: Assassination. In China, the number 44 is an unlucky number, I believe the symbol 4 means "dead" and a 44 would be "double-dead" if I'm not mistaken. Just a thought that crossed my mind. But hey, I'm somewhat happy to see him win. I wonder though, if you're colored but have two white grandparents, are you still considered "black" or what? Because whatever it is, that's what he is.

How I wish my boyfriend didn't have to go all the way up north at the end of the year. He's leaving in about three weeks or so, and he'll be gone for about just as long. It's another one of those "I'll be coming home next year" scenarios and I'm sure I'll be going pretty emo in the middle of everything. But it's always worth it, especially when you don't get to hug somebody for what seems like an eternity, the minute skin touches skin you just get lost in the moment and you hold them with all you've got, your entire being just embraces theirs and you just stay in that position for as long as you must until it feels right enough for actual words to come out. Man, I'm in it deep, heh.

Oh, Lea wants a DSLR but doesn't know where to start. Ho hum.

And gee, it isn't raining anymore.
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10/16/08 [Oct. 16th, 2008|08:28 am]
Lots of beef, zero rice - that's over the last twenty-four hours. Where my appetite has gone is beyond me, I just can't seem to get bone-marrow out of my mind for some reason.

Haven't had alcohol since the week began.

Last weekend was rather messy; the shit started a way back somewhere, never really hit peak until the night of Austin's birthday get-together. After shit hit the fan there was guilt there, upset here, then a switch of sides. Still pretty much unresolved, but it's not like you dream up a concrete solution to something (that involves two people/opinions/emotions) overnight. We'll come up with something, we (almost) always do.

Haven't had alcohol since the week began.

Also, I'm starting to try to make an effort to use the word "always" more appropriately, this is purely because I feel like someone from the internet has caught me use it a bit too much. Funny who ends up pointing your own stuff out to you. Comes when you least expect it, and oh what fun it is when it happens.

Last night, I began worrying about December.

A moment ago, I was wondering which of the two cheeses to let out first; just now I figured it didn't matter which. All I know is I'm going to miss someone's hugs at that "time of year" when everyone'll be hugging and snuggling and being all you-know-what. But I also know that for the first time in my life, I am actually willing to learn a dialect other than my mother's.

+ + +

So far, off the top of my head, I've got:

"Mangan na!" (Let's eat!)

"Wen." (Yes.)

"Awan." (Dunno.)

"Ayayaten ka!" (I love you!)

"Napintas ti matam mo." (You have beautiful eyes.)

Last night, in my quest to find ways to express my feelings of love, I found a new and highly appropriate line to learn in my head.

"Rabiin, maturogken!" (It's already late, go to sleep!)
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(no subject) [Sep. 28th, 2008|07:55 am]
My thighs are so sore! I can only imagine what sort of pain I'll have to go through when I decide to get back to my old drill.

Cranky, that's what I've been lately. My sleeping habits are all wrong too; but then again I won't deny the fact that I like it much better this way instead of having to bump into these people during the day. I'd rather I snore while they're up and we switch places when they hit the sack. But Andrew's right: it's wrong.

Speaking of Andrew, he made my heart melt (after making me near lose my last nerve) on a Thursday night by going the extra mile and coming all the way down south just so he could come be with me. Of course the weather wasn't on our side. Infact, the weather was the very reason I couldn't just be practical and meet him halfway. So there we were, for the first time in my life I'd experienced being in a cab that was making like a fucking boat through the flood. It didn't take too long before we had to stop at a gas station before shit could get any worse, and that was when we started feeling all stranded. We kept our cool though, and later on we managed to get the hell out of there. We made it to his place before midnight, and it's pure cheese from then on.

In the middle of the night, I actually caught myself doing something I never used to do to anyone ever before.
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