July 2011
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May 2010
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“I think most people’s imaginations don’t have limits. Imaginations get limits...”
– Neil Gaiman, in an interview with Cosmopolitan Philippines (via vivatregina)
“When another person makes you suffer, it is because he suffers deeply within...”
– Thich Nhat Hanh (via ceruleansearch) (via apathyendstheworld) (via heartmindspirit)
Mayor
M: Who are you gonna vote for mayor, H?
H: I am not voting here here.
M: But if you were, who would you vote for? Nograles or Duterte?
H: I think uhmm...I want change.
M: Change? What for? We have the best!
April 2010
5 posts
Just A Little Scared
Just because I don’t look frazzled doesn’t mean I have it together. Because I don’t. I just figured that keeping a calm demeanor even when I’m scared shit of what’s about to happen will somehow help me calm down (for real) eventually.
Note to Self: Don't Smile
Finally realized that smiling isn’t for me. Whoever said to me that I should smile more often (I’m talking to you, F) is dead wrong. I feel better with and look good in my photos without a smile. Brings out my inner bit**—something I have forgotten to be in a while. I guess I fit perfectly in this phase in my life without a smile.
Useless post… but who’s reading....
Animosity In a A House of Two People
So I noticed and realized that when my husband and I stay in one place for a certain amount of time, we become hostile towards each other. Last night, we went out with two couples and it was decidedly fun in bed after that. The hugs were warmer and so on and so forth.
So we got ourselves two dogs.
Maturity Is To Aging (Beware)
Is it just me (I’m sure it isn’t just me) or is maturity, the owning of responsibility, directly proportional to aging? I vividly remember being in my early twenties and not giving a damn about anyone or the future. I only cared about myself and the here and now. I remember receiving compliments about looking 5 times younger than I was. It felt satisfying of course considering...
March 2010
1 post
Selfish
I can’t help but ask where do people get that much love for humanity? I honestly can’t quite wrap my finger around the thought of altruism or altruistic behavior for that matter. Everywhere, I see people sacrificing for others and I’m left to wonder if I’m the only one who took a selfish pill before I quite made it out of the womb (and how that is even remotely possible,...
February 2010
3 posts
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Cereal Number
Me: Cha, your Photoshop is asking for a serial number!
Johnny: Then go get Koko Krunch.
Mo Money Mo Classy →
vickyherrera:
“Money can’t buy taste”
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I beg to differ. I used to think this too. However, I’ve seen people take a turn for the fancy and classy after amassing enough wealth. More money, more options; ergo, better taste.
But that’s just me.
Sample Article
I think I’ve mentioned previously that I sold my laptop a few weeks ago. I now have to weasel my way into the office desktop every time I needed to blog or network via Facebook. Notice that the desktop has an ominous “office” prefix attached to it and every single instance I use it, I am plagued with so much guilt, it is ridiculous! When I attempt at social networking, even for a few minutes (even...
January 2010
9 posts
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Out With The Boys
With all these elitist posts (graphic or textual) I’ve bumped into this week, I was ready to throw in the towel, Tumblr. I’m packing my bags and moving back to Blogger. You see, I fall in between. I’m what you would call a Hannah Bailey, an in-betweener. But since I haven’t made up my mind yet on how I want my Blogger blog to be this time around, this thought-space shall...
“happily ever after… the good life has dimmed my ambition, dulled my edge, stilled my drive… and I’m too damned happy, I just can’t bring myself to care.”
This is written by someone I truly admire. She writes and says the words I wish I could’ve written and said myself. I’m sure she doesn’t know she almost has a stalker for a fan and, lucky...
Why aren’t they as pretty as I remember them? It’s either my ego has escalated to heights I dared not dream of or they stayed the way they were 12 years ago—while everyone else got prettier. Random.
No man, no marriage, no one is ever worth wasting my time, my life, my skills nor my day over. Ever.
I practically spent two years of my life with this guy. Two years of being docile and subservient for most of the time. Yet, still my flaws outweigh my strengths and my sacrifices. I don’t think so.
So here’s to you: I’m not kissing your ass anymore.
And I asked myself, how could people be so cruel? How could people take something, someone from someone else and act as if they’ve hurt no one? People are cruel because other people have been cruel to them too.
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One Thing About Marriage
So there I was, decided that I ought to get wealthy doing other means other than what I love—because God knows you can never get what you want doing what you love. Or at least that’s how my husband painfully puts it—when Glee came on. First episode, first season. Don’t Stop Believing and Mr. Schuester. It was a riot in my head. I got pumped up to do exactly what I’ve...
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Nicole Kidman or Katie Holmes
I just figured out that the reason why I am so self-absorbed is because I never made it to the top of my parents’ priority list. Something or someone was always a step above me; be it my rents animosity towards each other or their respective new spouses, aka my step parents. So I had to choose myself at all cost.
Last night I threw a fit over my husband redoing his passwords. It was just...
Me: Imagine being a monkey and have a world full of rabbits tell you, "Be a rabbit."
Husband: *silence*
Me: I don't know how to think like you people. I don't know how to make my mind un-complicated. This has always been how I lived my life. This has always been my way of surviving.
Husband: *silence*
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Hopefully, improved. I have to hide my identity for now, for fear of retribution from disappointed readers from my previous blog. By disappointed readers, I mean really close family members and friends.
I guess I should start by introducing myself. I love to write, I do. I don’t know if writing loves me back but I love it. Do I have something to say? Ah, that my friends is left to be seen....