That's what she said

Monday, February 27, 2006
8:00 PM

Tell me this is worse than uncertainty.

With every day that passes, more bones in my body tell me that even a power vaccuum is better than Gloria. What's worse than having someone pronounce war on the media and other dissenters and jailing academics and duly elected representatives, anyway? What could be worse? Even Erap wasn't this bad ... there was never anything sinister in his corruption. It was his nature to be simple and unintelligent and i believe he honestly thought that the kickbacks were a natural perk of the presidency.

Now Gloria is a totally different case. This is pure lust for power at its finest. I can smell it. The fact that i know Gloria is intelligent scares me. This can't be a coincidence, or someone commandeering her will. This is her doing, all of it. And she's not letting anything or even anyone get in her way.

What will she get, anyway? Money? Power? Of what value will this be anyway?

"What good is it for a man to gain the whole world, yet forfeit his soul?"- Mark 8:36

Does she even get to sleep at night? Doesn't she toss and turn in her bed? Don't ghosts of her decisions and proclamations haunt her? What do her kids think of her now?

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Friday, February 24, 2006
11:44 AM

so kumusta naman tayo at 830 pa lang ay nasa opisina na?

may coup attempt a.k.a. withdrawal of support a.k.a. "this will blow over in a matter of days, just like everything else." (ma'am marge)

inaantok ako. pero ang gagawin ko, pupunta sa palengke, bibili ng side table na plastic, pupunta sa parlor, magpapa footspa. at uuwi tapos dun lang matutulog.

parang attached na ata ako dito sa upuan kong ito. umaga na kami natapos kanina, tapos ang aga aga pa lang miss ko na ang pwesto kong ito. ang sad ba ng life ko? (insert sarcastic laughter here)

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i just don't want people to get hurt. everyone wants things to get better, but i'm afraid of the hows. i don't like Gloria as president, but i don't know who's going to replace her. and no it's not wrong to think this. some people make out this fear of alternatives as something to be touched with a ten-foot pole. it's so nice to say: hey let's unseat Gloria cause that's the right thing to do and let's worry about the what's nexts later on. but it's just not practical to do that.

i am idealistic, but that (points to the previous paragraph) goes beyond the call of idealism and treads the ground of rashness and irresponsibility. i'm at this point of my life where i think before i act (finally, you're here!). more specifically, i think whether or not my actions will make things better or worse, before i act them out. (which means i don't get stuck just thinking, there's is, inevitably, a time to act.)

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Thursday, February 16, 2006
4:30 PM

ang cool nito ah.
post kayo please? :D

http://kevan.org/johari?name=kneehighboots

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Tuesday, February 14, 2006
9:37 PM

shout out ko sa friendster:

"so today's valentine's. so what?! (hindi ako bitter)"

so, today's valentine's? no guy, no flowers, no greeting. so? it's been a long time since i actually accepted that im just not the kind of girl a guy would woo and, conversely, that i dont "fall" for guys that come with romance as a second nature. i'd like to, but i just don't.

no flowers today. the two bouquets i've received in my life have been products of coercion. (!) i actually forced akelle to give them to me, forced him with the certainty that if he doesn't, then i'd make him feel really terrible via cold shoulder and reminders of his "non- romanticness".
since akelle and i aren't together anymore, and i'm really not with someone else, then, no flowers, whether via coercion or not.

no guy in my life. i've never been happier ... quick, those who think i'm lying raise their hands! but it's true ... i've never been happier. i've made some kind of pact with myself. i'll spend my singlehood trying to fall in love with God first. and when i'm on my way to fully trusting His plans for me, i know He'll introduce me to my Joshua man. whoever he is.

so as for now, no guy. just The Guy. (and who can be better?)

one greeting, accompanied by a bar of chocolate. thanks kate! for reminding me, and the people beside me that love and Valentine's aren't owned by the mafia of lovers. we singles rock this day too! :D

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three years ago, i was a giddy 17 year old entering a relationship for the first time.

today, i am a/an (insert adjective here) 20 year old looking back, and looking ahead.

here's to the days, months and years that came in between. i cried a lot, laughed a lot and loved a lot. i suppose there's no other way those days were meant to be spent but with you.

i hope to see the day you fall in love again.

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Wednesday, February 08, 2006
4:16 PM

Got this from Gab's LJ. This is hilarious, well for English "nerds" like me. :D

Why English teachers die young: Actual Analogies and Metaphors in High School Essays

1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides, you know like gently compressed by a Thigh Master.

2. His thoughts tumbled around in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free softener.

3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at solar eclipses without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.

5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.

6. Her vocabulary was as bad as -- like -- whatever.

7. He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.

8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity
came as a rude shock -- like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM.

9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball would not.

10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.

11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.

12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.

13. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.

14. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.

15. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.

16. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.

17. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East River.

18. Even in his last years, my Grandpappy had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long that it had rusted shut.

19. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.

20. The plan was simple, just like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just actually might work.

21. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.

22. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.

23. The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, just like a dog at a fire hydrant.

24. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing their kids around waving power tools at them.

25. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.

26. Her eyes were like limpid pools, only they had forgotten to put in any pH cleanser.

27. She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.

28. It really hurt! like the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.

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