January 2009
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Hindi mo ba napapansing matagal na kong patay?
“MAMATAY KA NA.” “Hindi mo ba napapansing matagal na kong patay?” Matagal na panahon na kong patay, at kung paulit ulit man nyang sasabihin sa aking mamatay na ako, paulit ulit ko ding isasagot yan. Yun nga lang, hindi nya madidinig. Siguro dahil pa sa natitirang galang ko sa kanya? O dahil ganun pa rin ako kaduwag pagdating sa kanya. At kahit anong galit ang nararamdaman ko, iniipon ko na lang at...
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Today I’ve finally realized what Kookii said about the pesky neighbors, and few other things that I can’t change or choose to have. But I know, even if I pull myself together like an adult, I’d be as childish at some point and still get pissed over intolerable things unchangeable. But I’ll get over it. That’s one benefit of being disorganized I believe. I forget...
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I’m still thinking about many things. I’m too disorganized to even find my first word about it. Yeah, disorganized. And the chances of getting in the zone and write is just about 2:100. Maybe because I think faster than I can type. And before I knew it, the words have gone and sped its way to selective amnesia.
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I traveled once more, alone but positive. I thought about a lot of things. Mostly about work.
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I’ve always believed that God makes a brand new day so we can move forward with our lives, and not dwell on things left in the past. Which is why I don’t see any point in bringing up the whole matter that has long been discussed and settled, because I’m one who’d forget horrible things and leave them where they should be. It’s always been hard for me having to hear, see, and feel how people hold...
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Goodbye Multiply
I hate being addicted to something. And I just feel the need of leaving the trails behind prior to December 2008 because I’ve seen myself change that much. And those pieces of me that I collected in a little scrapbox called Media Locker deserves to be labeled as ‘memories’ because I’m moving out from my old self and I’m starting anew. From now on, I’ll stay underground, just like before. I’ve...
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I went to Alabang for my ultrasound, and I had to do it alone since Kookii wasn’t available because I she’s weighted down with work. I don’t like going to medical centers alone. And I don’t like traveling alone, that’s because I had my fair share of traveling all my life. But that time I had to do it all by myself – again. Kookii’s right, no matter how I hated it, I’ve to do it since I’m all grown...
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My social life has been confined in the corners of Multiply and Friendster for the past couple of months. That’s one of the perks of working homebased, aside from being incapable of kissing the sun. My room has become my office, and my cubicle has become my sleeping camp. But it’s transforming radically into a black hole of deprivation from few other things I love doing. Now I’m rusty with...
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I don’t feel good. I just got shouted at last night. It don’t feel good. I can tolerate my mom’s yelling, for the sole reason that I cannot yell her back. I can keep my cool if people would rant at me specifically about something else but I just lose it when they argue with me and they would have to raise their voice on me. I just got to yell back eh. I’m sorry, but it’s genetic. I am a...