| 20 September 2005 |
| still.. nothing beats a live greeting |
Happy, happy birthday, Airah!
"See you and me have a better time than most can dream of, better than the best, so we can pull on through, whatever tears at us, whatever holds us down, and if nothing can be done, we'll make the best of what's around." - Dave Matthews Band
Airah. I (we) miss you. I hope you had a great day. Take care of yourself, dear. *biggest and warmest hug*, moi |
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| 14 September 2005 |
| inside-out |
I've always believed that when what you do is something that you enjoy, you will never work a single day of your life. This spelled my utmost goal -- to find and search for that thing that I will do and enjoy doing for the rest of my life -- my passion. As I embark on the hell stretch of this year's semester, I got scared. I thought I already knew what I wanted.
Not that I plan on shifting, I am happy with BA. Seriously, even if the requirements and pressure that they just love to throw at us may seem close to unbearable, I still enjoy doing it. What I'm gonna do after is the million-dollar question. By January, we are sort of expected to submit our resumes for OJT this coming summer. Shortly after is the year. Honestly, I don't know if just want to remain a student forever, or I just don't know what to do. I'm guessing it is much, much more the later.
All my life I've always thought of myself as a risk-taker. But my actions speak otherwise. Once I finally ordered something new, my heart was beating so fast, I suhwear. I take comfort in security, which makes me settle for routine even if my soul is begging for some spontaneity. That's why not-knowing is totally freaking me out.
Two years ago I took a psychological test to help me figure if I'm in the right course. The counselor affirmed that I am, the things that I want to do are within my circle, I just have to figure out what it is exactly that my heart truly desires. The most dominant career path that she was able to draw from my test was human rights law. She related it to my interests and to the desire to do social work. Actually, it was eerily close to what I thought I wanted to do.
My friends can almost feel their individual selves embarking on their passion already. I am still picking up the pieces towards discovering mine. I just hope the fear of uncertainty doesn't get the better of me. |
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| 07 September 2005 |
| 3-in-1 post |
I'm too lazy to post this individually so I won't. Hehehe
HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY to my sister, Agi!:)
and
HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY to my good friend, Jeona!:)
I love you both.
Happy, happy.Ü
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Is the importance of someone measured by literally how much time passed since you first saw each other, by the number of words exchanged, or by the meals you had together? Meaning, those you have known since birth matter a whole lot more than the person you met ten minutes ago? Or does the attachment grow due to the quality of said events? The former's keyword being frequency and the latter, quality.
During the weekend, for the lack of things to do, I watched Cold Mountain for the second time. The movie hit me then (my first watch), I realized, for the wrong reasons. I think it boiled down to the effect a tragic story has on me: I don't like it to happen, thereby repressing the thought, thus making the thought last. Grr.
I found myself wondering with the characters, Ada and Inman, why they had such a strong connection when they've only seen each other a couple of times, and Inman was the perfect laconic conversationalist that the words they exchanged could be easily counted using the fingers of both hands.
I mean, for a person to wait for someone who's chances of coming back is like 85:15, not to mention that you've had such short encounters, is totally trivial to me. But, naughty side emerges and reminds me of the kiss. Yeeessss, that passionate lip-locking encounter they had right before Inman left for war. Hmm, that might be it. But then again, who am I to know-slash-say that that's the only good kiss both characters had since God-knows-when? Oh well.
Anyway, I guess what Inman said sums it up, "A thousand moments. They're like a bag of tiny diamonds glittering in a black heart. Don't matter if they're real or things I made up. The shape of your neck. The way you felt under my hands when I pulled you to me."
Sabi na eh, it was the kiss! Hahaha, i kid.
And to answer the question earlier, I guess only a fool would say that it is the former that makes it count.:)
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Before I forget, last night was the Talent Night of the UP Circle of Entrepreneurs - Applicants, and I'm one of them! Hahaha. To all my Finance co-apps (as if they'd be able to read this), sooorrryy I forgot the steps of such a short, short dance. I hate myself.:( And to Glecy, I'm very sorry I ruined your dance, missy.
And congratulations to the winners, the HR apps! Although I only watched four of the five groups, you obviously deserved it.:)
Gahh. Sorry to the finance members, we didn't do enough to win. Hall of Famer pa naman ang Finance. Huhuhu. Anyway, we had the best and the biggest banner naman. Thank you sa mems! Hehehe.
And on a lighter note (sabi kasi ni Kat I should post about it, but then again ayoko nga. Hehe), yesterday was my first time to hold a condom. We used it for Neo's fake boobs. Nangingining kaya ako, and take note, naka-pack pa un. Then Kat was reading the instructions and said that she prefers holding it than reading the box cos the way they worded the instructions was far worse. Oh my, it was really freaky. Neo asked tuloy what year I was in na, then I said I'm a junior, which made him laugh cos I was even older than him. Yay, loser.
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