I'm handling a new account. Got 48 "kids"... They had to knock down the divider of two of the training rooms here in the office.
DARN.
I have migraine.
DURNIT!
(I know I'm not making any sense here... My thoughts come in fragments... My head hurts. Bear with me.)
Close your eyes...
Breathe...
Inhale...
For a moment just let go... Let your inner thoughts sink in to form at the bottom of your mind. Let it be one solid mass... A conglomeration of your fiercest desires and your worst fears.
Feel its presence building within you. These are your demons... See it become whole... Look at its eyes and see what makes it tick.
Some are gentle giants... Leave them alone, they wont bother you. But some are like neurotic fiero-maniacs, they could feed on your sould if you'd let them...
Choose your battles.
Exhale...
Now, come back to reality.
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MY EX BF ONCE WROTE THIS IN HIS JOURNAL... WAS BROWSING THROUGH IT (stalker mode!) AND IT MADE ME SMILE:
Fri Jul 4, 2003 7:40 AM GMT
"Creative mind..." 
Im here in Cebu... a city an hour away from my home... its by plane though~ hrmmm... i miss everyone... but who i miss most... is my girl... just even talking to her puts a smile on me... my only pie... the only one who'd go more than an extra mile for me...
im working here as a middle man... between a producer and a tour guide... and well... everytime i go somewere... all i could think of is...
"This place would have been wonderful with PiE..."
and id think of were we'd be seated either eating or just even talking... its a Creative mind... but i just love the thought of her being with me...
this job is hell... id rather sit in a puddle of shit..
BUT...
i need the money... i want to learn french...
and i want to spend some cash on some books on music...
well ofcourse... for my date...
i miss the time... when id sit on our couch... just talking to her... i miss the time when id just stare at her picture writing songs...
i hope i could be home again...
ill be leaving this place sunday morning...
and ill be back to my normal life... on monday 7:00am...
My lil Pie (everytime)
Everytime i see your face
i feel God's loving grace
the light of his embrace
and the sweetness of his ways
Evertime i hear your voice
i just seem out of pace...
i cant seem to concentrate
nor think a little straight
Everytime you talk to me
i just seem to agree
on every little thing you say
coz it means a lot to me...
and Everytime you tell a lie
i really could just tell
but tell you what my lil pie
i wish you could be well
coz by that time i really know
our dreams would be so real
and by that time i hope you know
how and what i feel...
i love you for not a reason
for to love there could be none
but ill tell you this my lil pie
without you id rather die
for you are my only cure
from all the pain i hold
from all the tears so cold
from the adversities so bold
i just hope that you would know
how far and wide i wouldd go...
just for you and only you
yes on everything i do...
Everytime i miss you dearly
i realize and see
That i still love and i still care...
for my lil pie...
i love you pie... always take good care of yourself...
good luck with your test tomorow~
I've written about him for months now... Three months to be exact. And I was happy with those 90 days of being with him. But good things really doesn't last. He has to do the right thing and go back to her.
THIs would be him...
<photo deleted due to inquisition
I LOVE YOU.
This is really neat...
Esquire's Napkin Project has college after school project written all over it but it's pure brilliance!
Read on...
It's an old story, we figured. Someone, in a bar somewhere, scribbling on a napkin in the failing afternoon light; the kind of story or list or note that might be crammed in a pocket and pulled out years later to tell something deep and forgotten -- perhaps life's most intimate first chapter, nearly lost forever. So we gave this spontaneous medium a shot. We put 250 napkins in the mail to writers from all over the country -- some with a half dozen books to their name, others just finishing their first. In return, we got nearly a hundred stories. We present most of them here -- from lush to spare, hilarious to terrifying.
What can we say about R.? He is not special, but he is different. He came to be married, then decided he wanted to fuck other women. He made a choice: One so many men don't make, or refuse to make, or would like to make, until the rosy memories, shot in soft-focus, of the ceremony and St. Croix honeymoon bungalow, set in and the world is right again. "The world is right again"--teachers can't afford to pay their heating bills while CEOs earn eight figures for being C-thinkers with no vision and no intellect, but with firm handshakes, a complete mastery of the encyclopedia of conventional conversational maneuvers, and an ability to brainfuck the gullible and weak, to put them out of business with a smile--Baudrillard's honed and perfectly false "American smile," so to speak. The French know us so well.
About R.'s choice, he thought he'd chosen a good wife, one of average intelligence and reasonable child-birthing ability. Little did he know she would be as fertile as the far-off lands of the orient, from which all major poetic discoveries stemmed, from which the most ethereal fragrances flow upward, away toward a meanness--the point at which they dissipate forever. His three children were fine daughters: seven, five, and three, evenly-spaced; again, we won't make the mistake of talking about children in this text, either. They figure very little into the scheme of things: most men, R. included, are grateful for their children, yet they are almost inconsequential. Lacking gravity of any kind, they are simply not as compelling or tragic as sex, spousal hatred, or professional ennui.
Sonia was not R.'s first love. R. may never have loved her, instead perhaps wooed by her pretty, clear eyes. It is the only shred of evidence that God exists, and that He is malevolent: a woman's eyes, when really beheld, are indeed like the skies of Crete or the deep waters of an Asiatic basin. All possibility exists there, and the possibility is desired, and the desire, then fulfilled, is relegated and forgotten like a folder full of receipts. And so Sonia's eyes reached his own, once, for the first time, and she likely felt "love," and he likely got an erection, and the fifty-millionth imperfect marriage was thereby set in motion.
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Go to this website for further fun!
http://www.esquire.com/fiction/napkin-fiction/napkinproject
I’m not very bright. And the fact is, I really don’t care or neither do I pretend that I am.
But sometimes it would just be nice to wallow in the whims that I had when I was a kid… To have the world as my oyster and to munch on it in whichever way I please.
I was going through the pictures that some guy whom I went to school with, posted in Flickr, and the images that popped off the screen just ate me up. He was still spirited in his bohemian sort of way, taking pictures that are not Photoshop graded and meeting unconventional but pretty interesting people along the way.
FREE. Diego Silang Maranan is reeking of that word. And he might not have a million dollars in his pocket and he might look like a hobo lurking away in Central Park but he has the ability to choose the path that he’s going to tread on. It’s not that I am saying that my kid is keeping me from doing the things that I would like to do, but I could’ve gone through the soul-searching phase of single hood and I would’ve emerged as a more solid person thus preparing myself for the challenges of motherhood.
I yearn to be like you Kuya Diego. But then again people sometimes learn too late the most important things in life.
I got this from somewhere...
Gotta answer this survey thing out of sheer isweepy-ness:
FOUR JOBS I HAVE HAD
This is gonna be hard technically, this would be my first job!
1. trainer
2. tech mongrel
3. absentee drummer
4. dreamer
FOUR MOVIES I HAVE WATCHED OVER AND OVER
1. dead poet's society
2. with honors
3. princess bride
4. serendipity
FOUR PLACES I HAVE LIVED:
1. quezon city
2. kalookan city
3. lipa city
4. los banos
FOUR TV SHOWS I LIKE TO WATCH:
1. prisonbreak
2. house
3. the simpsons
4. discovery shows
FOUR PLACES I HAVE BEEN ON VACATION:
1. ontario,canada
2.baguio
3.ilocos
4.tagaytay
FOUR OF MY FAVORITE FOODS:
1. shawarma
2. mcdonald’s cheeseburger
3. pasta
4.kwek-kwek,fishballs
FOUR PLACES I WOULD RATHER BE RIGHT NOW:
1. baguio!
2. new zealand
3.home (i'm@work)
4.batanes
FOUR PEOPLE WHO WILL ANSWER THIS MEME
anyone who has the time.
No more 3 am shawarma dates...
Nor 12am dinner @ kowloon house west ave.
No more driving to and fro North Luzon Expressway and dining at Petron just for the heck of it.
No more Baguio expeditions.
No more quiet walks around UP Diliman...
Nor talks in Sunken Garden.
No more singing your heart out while inside his car...
Nor isaw picnics near Kalayaan Hall.
Sharing ice cream just for the heck of it are now gone.
No more five hour phone marathons.
No more DVD trips...
or holding hands and soul comfort.
NO MORE YOU.
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And I have to deal with this. And your anger.
Plus the fear of being alone for good.
I'm 22... I handle three lines of business for this account. I'm a single mom... It's just TOO much.
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