sporastic - adj. a combination of the words sporadic and spastic... 
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Some tumblr cuteness
Monday, June 21 @ 1:08 AM
(Aww.)
 (So true.) “It’s not about who you’ve been with, it’s about who you end up with. Sometimes, the heart doesn’t know what it wants until it finds what it wants.” — Pam, The Office (Sense of humor = Love.)  (I wish you did.)  (It couldn't get any better than this.) “The test of love is not when we are together. It comes when we are not together and realize that despite the distance, love is still there.” — Unknown |
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These just keep on coming
@ 12:02 AM
So. Where and how do i start? It's been almost 10 months since I last wrote on this blog. Like hello? Mon and I broke up last October, got together again by December, and then what else? I lost weight? Nah. Negative on that one. But to tell you honestly nothing much has changed, except that I haven't blogged as much as I used to.
So anyway, I've done an overhaul with my blogger account. Actually I do have other blog accounts on Wordpress, Livejournal, Vox and a couple more from blogger (which I keep to myself), but I noticed from my archive that I have actually maintained (oh the struggle) this blog since year 2005. It's nice to keep online journals not for the sake of just having one, but it's good to know you'd actually run out of reasons to go ballistic trying to keep thoughts to yourself as long as you have internet connection and is sane enough to write an online journal. I don't even think about how many people actually read my blog (for all I know there may be none), all I'm up for is being able to release my thoughts and being able to practice whatever writing skills I still have left in my system. And I knew it, I'm so getting rusty I can't seem to pick up the exact words to use. Oh well, it'll all sink in, probably in another blog. |
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Mushy. Watchout.
Sunday, September 20 @ 10:20 PM
Late last week Mon and I had a misunderstanding. It's becoming a trend actually, that later in the week we fight and make tampo because of the silliest things. But we realized it just happens because of that frustrating part that no matter how much we would want to be with each other, we just can't, well, not as often as we used to. Things are becoming different. Since he started his duty in NKTI (National Kidney and Transplant Institute) early this month, we can no longer afford to have those late night conversations simply because our schedules won't allow us to. What used to be weekend dates turned out to be once a week dates because of other obligations he has to attend to. And then I realized, I'm happy for him. I'm happy that he has a life of his own. That's him, this is me. No one changes the other and no one pulls out the other one from the life he/she previously lived before this relationship started. And the good thing is, by the end of the week, seeing each other doesn't become an obligation but more of a need. :)
And today, he made me feel like he couldn't get enough of me. And that's just the best feeling in the world... :) |
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Random.
Sunday, August 23 @ 12:35 AM
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Over You - Daughtry
Sunday, August 16 @ 12:07 AM
Uber wonderful lyrics. Talk about having gone through hell, hardly surviving every single day. Anyway, the lyrics just wow-ed me. Forgive me, I know this is so last year.
Now that it's all said and done, |
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It gets more random this time
Thursday, August 6 @ 10:18 PM
* I am terribly sick as of this writing. I have fever, colds and cough. I wasn't able to go to work yesterday, damn. Bye-bye 10k.
* It's amazing how deeply bothered people are with Cory Aquino's death. I just can't help regretting the fact that we could have done more in expressing our appreciation to her and all that she has done for the country when she was still alive. Or maybe, it's just human nature that we don't miss the water until the well runs dry. * I just realized I barely could finish writing a sentence because of my running nose. * Going back to Cory Aquino's interment ceremonies yesterday, I wonder how she would've felt seeing all those people flock the streets as they eagerly waited for her funeral cortege. Obviously, "mirons" were present everywhere. If it had been an issue of sincerity though, I don't know how many people would have been present in the streets. * Ever felt the feeling when you want to spill all your secrets, as in hold nothing back? I am in that mood right now. And I know I'd still have to watch every little thing that I say because I still believe in my mystery. * I seriously want to go to the bathroom. It's prolly because of the ice cream I just ate a few hours ago. But it's free, so why bother. * Okay now I'm bothered, masakit na talaga tiyan ko. * I don't know why, but... Okay I must keep my mystery. * I had the weirdest dream last night. Don't even ask me to tell what it was about. * I think I'm getting used to random entries on this blog lately and I don't think it's a good sign. I must still try to practice what I've learned all four years of my college life even though I've been mostly dealing with numbers in my job. * Who would have thought I would end up in Payroll when I considered Math as my mortal enemy. * I'm off now. Another day has ended. Labels: cory aquino, job, random, secrets |
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When it gets random
Sunday, July 26 @ 11:02 PM
A few updates about what's going on in my life right now...
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Invisible
Wednesday, June 17 @ 12:20 AM
I really feel silly right now. I know people get what they need more than what they want, but what if I want to get what I want, as in what I really really want. And what if I don't understand myself anymore, now who would even bother?
Maybe I should stop listening to songs, they only give my thoughts another three minutes to fully sink into my head. Congratulations. I hate this part. |
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