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Just so you know, I still miss blogging…

Dear blog, happy fourth anniversary to you! I never thought you will survive until this day of microblogging. It seems as if it was just yesterday that I was ranting on my inconsiderate, high-strung badminton professor who gave me a whopping 3.0 for a grade despite my insurmountable effort and skillz. These kinds of hate posts I would vent on you. We both have come so far.  You must know how much I truly love you. ( Read more… )

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Dark Circles of Life

I guess this week has been bad. Not just for Indonesians or Limewire children (like me). It had to come. Stress and being scolded by the editor (more than once a day) had to come. I feel little, and I don’t know how long I would want to shrink myself in the corporate world. I love my job, really. I guess I’m just tired, dead-tired. And not even a picture with Noynoy can de-stress me. Cough (2x). ( Read more… )

Superficial Intelligence

It is a wonder why I watch TV shows that are so inane they might as well grind my brain into rat droppings. First, it’s fun to watch good-looking, poreless celebs appear ridiculous. And second, it kinda brings complacence to know you’re more intelligent than some people in the world.

In the world of Gossip Girl, no one is real albeit being a teen drama New York-based show. Good ol’ season one is now no more. ( Read more… )

Abstinence

MorganNow that I’m done marathon-ing two seasons of Chuck, inhaling the entire junk food bag (I’m a ‘junkie’), going antisocial in my own graduation “mother’s-amigas-party” pakain, and all other prisoner-like deeds, I should admit that I miss GOING OUT. I never get a call from my high school friends who are already, I think undergoing “reviews” or enrolling again or doing something for their personal good. I think staying here in the province will drive me nuts unless I attract my old friends back and do something fruitful… like Karaoke for example.

Anyway, I’m just glad though that my parents are sincerely allowing me to have to live on my own. In a week or so, I’ll be temporarily residing in a Katipunan apartment with a friend-roommate signalling my detachment from my twisted family. Ahh… The pseudo-independence guise. As of now, I can’t wait to trek with three journ friends to Baguio. This is gonna be wild. Just right to efface these lazy bones. Come with? 🙂