Thursday, December 11, 2008

ONE YEAR AGO


A year ago, it was December.
A year ago, she was the happiest executive secretary in the whole world.
A year ago, she managed to submit all the requirements needed before the Christmas break.
A year ago, she was the most calm lady-to-be I’ve met.
A year ago, she was the most precious among the friends.
A year ago, she never cried of ‘love-hurt’ issues.
A year ago, she was a student.
A year ago, she was in-love with her most admired professor.
A year ago, she got lots of intellectual friends.
A year ago, she was the bully of the bullies.
A year ago, she was just a daughter.
A year ago, she made the saltiest chicken salad but baked the sweetest cake.
A year ago, she received ‘Teddy’ from Aubrey.
A year ago, she was given a bag.
A year ago, she shopped with Kenneth.
A year ago, she had flu.
A year ago, she was lazy enough not to work on her thesis.
A year ago, she sent the worst questionnaire to Howie Severino.
A year ago, she did not recognize her downfalls.
A year ago, she was not in-love with the one whose also in-love.
A year ago, her favorite song was ‘Samson’.
A year ago, she was bothered by ‘Bench Rock’s’ scent.
A year ago, everything in the office went alright.
A year ago, she did not visit her relatives during Christmas day.
A year ago, she made her well-planned to-do-list for the following year.
A year ago, she made her new year’s resolution.
A year ago, she watched CSI: Miami series for one straight week.
A year ago, she celebrated Christmas with a new born niece and two nephews.
A year ago, she was expected to be very busy but does nothing.
A year ago, she fancied calling someone ‘honey’.
A year ago, they are my friends.
A year ago, she always smiles.
A year ago, she was happy enough.
A year ago, she was not bored.
A year ago, she was not interested in Arts.
A year ago, she was childish.
A year ago, she likes speaking more than listening.
A year ago, she was a fan of a band.
A year ago, she was crazy about the color brown.
A year ago, she only read books that were related to her thesis.

A year ago, there are much more different phases compared to this year’s December. Some she regrets that it happened. For the most, she’s very thankful that she obtained fresh experiences that thought her sufficient manners and matters she needs at this moment.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Stereotyped

As I read all over again the messages… plus the song of a band that I haven’t known.. really.. tears fall. Shrimp.
Though I want to make my move,
Though I want the world know how I really feels,
Though I am forcing myself to have two faces,
I am the living soul of my refelection. Am I free? I am sure I am NOT.
What makes me happy?
Simple things. Simple acts. And simple yet sweet moments.

Yep. Yep. Yep.
Home. A happy poor contented kind of family.

Yep. Yep.
The crisis. The economy. The endless “politically political issues” here and there.

Yep.
The fallacy of illogical self-direction.

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Happy Krismas everyone!

Monday, December 1, 2008

DELETED

Ayos!

Most of the write-ups were deleted.

So don't bother looking for it in this blog.

Sigh.

Naisip ko, di lahat ng nasa isip dapat i-post.

Best,
Mi