i haven't been posting here for a long time

because i've made a semi-official move to multiply.

i need to think about a lot of things, again. of course i know i won't be able to do everything solely on my own. nuks.

when doors close, windows open

step one should go before step two
not the other way around.

i am learning the art of patience
and i'm enjoying it

immensely.


:)

maybe, maybe it's just me, but

maybe i'm beginning to think too much about things again.
maybe i'm thinking about my old unhappy dissatisfied self.
maybe i'm just tired, i mean i haven't had sleep yet.
maybe i just need to knock on that door harder.

i don't want to go back to what i used to be like--because i want to move on already.




please give me strength. :)

testing

busy and fun couple days

...to be made kwento on later. i'm on my lunch break :)

from pencil to keyboard, paper to monitor

originally scribbled 3/10, 5-ish in the afternoon

suddenly, i find myself wanting to tidy up and fix things. in fact, i have--as soon as i woke up this afternoon i folded my clean clothes, washed the dishes, did a bit more laundry, and before i wrote this sentence tidied up some bits and pieces in my room. keep in mind that i am rarely ever like this--much much less on a workday. (i even took out the trash! oh golly goshness)

maybe it's a subconscious way of wanting to tidy up my life. i can't stand white space--i like mess and clutter. i've always been a firm believer of order existing in chaos.

then again, things are more simple if they're following a specific order. having things at the right place. notebooks and pens go to this shelf, not the underwear drawer. socks shouldn't be where the jeans are folded. that sort of thing.

i'm hoping this order funk stays with me long. it keeps my mind clutter-free, and gives me more focus.

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i've read an interesing blog entry about the difference of men and women. i think its title is "if men have compartments, women have tote bags," and you can find it here. the author noted how we women manage to carry just everything in our totes.

i found myself laughing while reading that entry. she was so right! i really really really am a girl, i've realized.

here's what's in my bag--and take note that i bring all of these things with me everywhere:

• a book (in case i end up bored and alone)
• ipod
• coin purse
• wallet
• keys
• a small bottle of lotion
• mint Chapstick (any other flavor won't do)
• two combs
• hair rubbers (during those emergency pa-cute moments)
• mobile phone
• lubricating eye drops (when my contacts rebel on me)
• leave-on conditioner
• my phony eyeglasses (they've got no grado, see)
• my pink pencil pouch, which contains my entire pen collection
• when space permits, my pink journal

and that's being tidy. on laxy days it can have receipts, post-its, tiny notepads, and spare change scattered inside!

oh, and note how i never mentioned the words "kikay kit" in the mix. the kikayest thing that i carry is the conditioner--everything else is necessity. it's already fussy enough as it is :P

thank God he made me a girl--a very geeky one at that :P

finally, i got to watch a movie again!

i spent the afternoon with two old college friends, mark and saki. back then we were practically "neighbors"--mark condo-ed, i dormed, and saki lived nearby. we hung out a lot in the early part of last year, watching movies, eating everywhere, and watching more movies.

then saki had to go to china in may, and i moved to pasig a few days after he flew off.

saki flew back to manila in february and it was only today that our individual schedules had actually synchronized--physical proximity, work, and academics temporarily out of the way.

we spent the afternoon watching 300. what can i say: i really am a girl. i was squirming and whimpering at the visuals. oo na, maarte. hahaha! in the rare occasion that i did get to set my kaartehan aside, i'd have to say that the fight scenes were actually cool.

i also found the movie funny, for all the wrong reasons. there are parts in the movie that are so wala sa lugar, i couldn't help but guffaw. case in point: leonidas's wife stabs the politician for accusing her of adultery, and when he falls to the ground, coins bearing the sign of xerxes the tyrant fall to the ground. it was then discovered that mr. politician was a traitor. as mrs. leonidas turns to leave the councilors shout "traitor! traitor!" with fists in the air. labo! you have to see it to believe it.

i'm looking forward to the fantastic four sequel. silver surfer astiiiig! i wish i had a comic book collection as a child. then again, i don't think it's too late to start..