April 22nd, 2008
Curling eyelashes POSTED AT 10:34 PM M.N. Communicate (atleast call or text) friends once a day. It really does help in getting me through the day. ^___^ Watching: The Legend Feeling: working Katok!
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March 25th, 2008
I have a pimple. POSTED AT 01:22 AM I haven't found a job. Thank you very much! AND, I am a perv. No thanks to the fastest-growing and very popular book in Germany taht originated from Japan. I won't be dropping book titles, will I? Anyways, I am taking a little time off from reading P.C. but I'll jump right on those inspiring pages again soon enough. That's another thing I'm avoiding. I don't want to get "Oh! If I don't take risks now, I'll never know what it is like to really live..." and the "I need to fulfill my personal legend, starting now!" right now because I'm sort of 'wallowing' after my rejections by a couple of big BIG companies. It's alright. I just don't want to think about it...think about the "what ifs" and everything else that has come before me and those who I need to support in the next few months and forevermore. When will get to fulfill my dreams Mr. P.C.? >__< Feeling: thirsty |
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March 5th, 2008
I'm sick. POSTED AT 11:39 PM I am practically not earning right now. My businesses on the side are not giving me a single centavo. My online writing job client don't want me anymore because I usually don't pass my articles on or before the deadline. Haha. So I don't get a good remark from him nor referrals to other clients. That sucks really. I'm a crammer in real life and in dreams so I can't help it. Give me time people! T___T Anyways, I pray I can change in less than a month. I don't want to take money from my padres any longer. I haven't for almost a week now. They are actually the ones who ask me for money. That sucks too. M.N.: Repetition comes before PERFECTION! - P.C. Watching: Sex is Zero Feeling: sore |
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March 4th, 2008
poetry POSTED AT 12:55 AM When emotions push, man tend to mumble and die. To succumb to these feelings, many tried hard to resist. It is through these that life flows. Flows become beatings, Not by a single hand, but through waves that ripple to thousands. I read Tu Risa by Pablo Neruda at the LRT cart that a rode today. It was so simple and pure. It can never be pretentious. I thought to myself, "that's poetry". I hope I can read that poem to the one who occupies my mind night and day, and whose smile, without it, I'd die. M.N.: Sir Bong is one hell of a sweet person. (^___^) Reading: Like the flowing river -P.C. Watching: ISWAK 2 ep.12 Feeling: touched |
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