spending some alone time with home-made mini pizzas and strawberry ice cream, along with many chick flicks.
i came across these thoughts...beautifully crafted by whoever wrote the my sassy girl screenplay:
"Have you ever thought that molding and reshaping destiny might be your destiny?"
and...
"Destiny is building a bridge to the one you love."
Beautiful. I love how beautiful words still get me. At least I know that part of me is still alive.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
when it's after 10...
...and you're supposed to study, for the love of God just turn the TV off!
or at least DO NOT channel surf just because.
now I will have nightmares brought about by watching Madam Auring singing "May Asim Pa ang Lola Mo". burned into my brain right there.
that space could have gone to much needed banking midterms info! crap.
or at least DO NOT channel surf just because.
now I will have nightmares brought about by watching Madam Auring singing "May Asim Pa ang Lola Mo". burned into my brain right there.
that space could have gone to much needed banking midterms info! crap.
Friday, August 22, 2008
just get up.
at this point, i just want to get up from the ground and dust myself off. i've posted this before, but rilke's words seem fitting today.
i beg you … to have patience with everything unresolved
in your heart and try to love the questions themselves
as if they were locked rooms or books written
in a very foreign language. don’t search for
the answers which could not be given you
now, because you would not be able
to live them. and the point is to live
everything. live the questions now.
perhaps then, someday far in
the future, you will gradually,
without even noticing it, live
your way into the answer …
i beg you … to have patience with everything unresolved
in your heart and try to love the questions themselves
as if they were locked rooms or books written
in a very foreign language. don’t search for
the answers which could not be given you
now, because you would not be able
to live them. and the point is to live
everything. live the questions now.
perhaps then, someday far in
the future, you will gradually,
without even noticing it, live
your way into the answer …
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Does anybody know Tatay?
A kind family temporarily adopted an old man who was found sitting under a tree somewhere in Ayala. They are looking for his family as he is unable to speak or communicate, possibly due to a stroke. Please repost, and hopefully, we'll find Tatay's family.
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Tuesday, August 19, 2008
walking on eggshells vs. breaking out of your shell
Warning: this is a personal post. If you have no patience with a strange girl's mental ramblings, then stop reading right now. This is just my way of sorting out my thoughts when they cancel each other out. It is my way of speaking what I think without anyone drowning me out with a louder voice, or cutting me off with something more significant to say. If you are somewhere lost within yourself, maybe you can make sense of your own inner battles by reading through mine.
I am one of those people who feel strangely alien in almost every scenario. People who know me in various aspects/circles are surprised (and skeptical) when I say that I am a shy person, but I am. And I don't think I've ever gotten rid of it. I always wonder if it is because I always keep my thoughts to myself (in most cases) when I am uncertain of how they will be received, or how they will be construed for or against me, or if it is because when I do open my mouth to speak it is almost as if I were speaking German (not in Germany, obviously). Only those who are very close to me understand the inner workings of my head, and sometimes, even those people don't. Not to say that other people's thoughts are beneath my own, but I often feel like my thoughts are always on an entirely different wavelength. When I was going through my awkward teen phase (sometimes I feel like I still am), I was always the strange girl - the one whom you left alone, and for the life of me I really didn't know how to converse with people whom I was uncomfortable with, and believe me when I tell you that I was uncomfortable with almost everyone else entirely. And so for the longest time- when I failed at trying to be friends with people whom I couldn't be comfortable with - I would just run away from that group of people and try to erase the clumsy tracks of the awkward girl inside the cool people's circles. I've lost a lot of potential friends that way, as well as harbor a good deal of painful memories of trying to be understood when you feel like you are so different. I never got to show those people who I was, and when I run into them now, I still feel like the weird girl who never got invited to go out with them. But as I trudge from one circle of people to another, it is always a challenge to try to bring out a version of myself that people can relate to and understand better, and I can only hope that I am able to do that, even for just a little bit, with some of the friends I have been able to keep. But those weird girl feelings remain unresolved, and I am quite unsure how to deal with them.
I am one of those people who feel strangely alien in almost every scenario. People who know me in various aspects/circles are surprised (and skeptical) when I say that I am a shy person, but I am. And I don't think I've ever gotten rid of it. I always wonder if it is because I always keep my thoughts to myself (in most cases) when I am uncertain of how they will be received, or how they will be construed for or against me, or if it is because when I do open my mouth to speak it is almost as if I were speaking German (not in Germany, obviously). Only those who are very close to me understand the inner workings of my head, and sometimes, even those people don't. Not to say that other people's thoughts are beneath my own, but I often feel like my thoughts are always on an entirely different wavelength. When I was going through my awkward teen phase (sometimes I feel like I still am), I was always the strange girl - the one whom you left alone, and for the life of me I really didn't know how to converse with people whom I was uncomfortable with, and believe me when I tell you that I was uncomfortable with almost everyone else entirely. And so for the longest time- when I failed at trying to be friends with people whom I couldn't be comfortable with - I would just run away from that group of people and try to erase the clumsy tracks of the awkward girl inside the cool people's circles. I've lost a lot of potential friends that way, as well as harbor a good deal of painful memories of trying to be understood when you feel like you are so different. I never got to show those people who I was, and when I run into them now, I still feel like the weird girl who never got invited to go out with them. But as I trudge from one circle of people to another, it is always a challenge to try to bring out a version of myself that people can relate to and understand better, and I can only hope that I am able to do that, even for just a little bit, with some of the friends I have been able to keep. But those weird girl feelings remain unresolved, and I am quite unsure how to deal with them.
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