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A friend once said that every person needs 3 hugs to last the day. With the many creative ways to kill ourselves slowly (maladaptive lifestyle, stress, worry, regret and overtime), facebook and multiply), this is great news. It could have been  all better too if I  were not ticklish. But just as I was to throw the idea out, I discovered on my first year of working as a guidance counselor the power of hugs.

 

I love my Grade 1 students. They were an army of forty smelly, hyperactive and exhausting students that I have to mind the whole day when their Math Teacher went on AWOL. The Substitute Teacher Reserve Overlord handed the class to me; they’d rather suffer some other task. The first graders were as innocent as a loving mob to a rock star without bodyguards.

 

The STR fools didn’t know what they were missing.

 

I felt like a VIP every time I enter the class (about 4-5 times a day). Everyone rushes towards me (the saint), to touch and hope for a miracle. In our case though, it could be the joy of being united as one class squeezing the life out of me that made them rush. in excitement Mobs terrify me, but these chaotic encounters were more anticipated than feared. Maybe they have hoped for something good in hugging me (and I hope that there was any), but their hugs certainly did a lot for me. It dispelled my weariness in a period of tumult and strengthened me. When I felt like another crying-under-table moment, I’d visit my favorite first-grade class, and brace myself for the impact –  a small consequence for 40 hugs… That’s 37 more than required!

 

I miss my Grade 1 class… my miracle workers. I could have been decrepit the entire year if it weren't for them.

Yey! Vacation! :D Oh, I'd much rather be in bed right now, definitely. And doted on. Though that will never happen in a million years...

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I'm really sorry;
It has been a while,and
I don't know the theme.


***

Longing for Summer

Rainy September,
why won't you let me be free?
I long the fair beach.



Boredom

Earthquakes, Meteors,
Rise of Dinosaurs, Sickness...
Anything but this.


Protesting

I refuse to work!
I'm stopping! .... well, maybe not.
I did get paid today.

Today, I swear I will leave Mafiawars...

... As soon as I get to Boss Level in NYC. Cuba became my focus, and by tomorrow, I'm finished with it.

There's got to be more to life than spending it on a made-up world... however great it is.

A cousin shared a realization with me: Nasobrahan ako sa computer games... sayang. E di sana magaling na ako sa gitara ngayon. While he spent his life on Ragnarok and Magic, and I pined in envy at how he can play so well, I practiced the piano, the violin, karate, and read a gazillion books.

And my past wasn't so uncool after all.

What he said stung now. And its not just about Mafiawars, or any other computer games. Facebook has its advantages, but its too much of an addiction now. Thank God I am not yet on Twitter. Maybe I;ll quit it altogether -- save for Multiply, which keeps me sane.

Missy, El Patron.Consiglieri. Wish it were true though.

Back in 1993, outages happened almost every night. The family developed a schedule: assignments should be done before lights are out, dinner by candlelight, family rosary, then entertainment before everyone was tucked to bed. The entertainment consisted of show-and-tell, singing and dancing, (ghost) storytelling and shadow play. It was another world in the dark. The family was more cohesive. Since it was a nation in the dark (and I think people here know not about the evils of the internet and cellphones) people were bonded. Our street was full of people and children enjoying the cool air (because inside's just too stuffy without the AC). Everyone shared the concern, and was willing to help out.

Now, I barely know who my neighbors are... even more the people I live with.

ChAir!!!! Chuck and Blair! :D

And... er... Fye and Kurogane?!:p

The local news! :) Have to promote the company I work for! ^_^

Biases aside though, our channel and news team presents stuff better.

The afternoon naps, class suspensions when it rains hard, reading and daydreaming, studying for the sake of learning, playing outside without thinking about time.

The break that I took off of work. I watched a movie with friends and had a nice long talk with them. I missed them... moreso, I am just that exhausted from work, almost about to throw in the towel... hence, this post.

I do not know what to do anymore. My Mind says: Go on! This is where you wanna be. You'll never find the same conditions at work anywhere else! And now, you're one step closer to working for your dream company! It'll be career suicide if you take a break now!

Finally. My Mind's showing a bit more of support.

But my Heart is just saying no. I am tired. I am spent. I am uninspired, but taking a vacation now is out of the question: my deadlines are looming in closer and closer... Maybe it's time to take an indefinite break, recharge and find yourself another job after this storm is over...

But damned be recession. And damned be our President. The poor isn't allowed this action.

neverending :)

Right now, all I could think of is Paolo Coelho's heroine in Veronika Decides to Die.

Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to 15 people and include me. Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think.


Pick Your Artist:
MyChemical Romance (shet, kaya ko ito...)

Are you male or female?
Our Lady Of Sorrows

Describe yourself:
I'm Not Okay, I Promise

How do you feel about yourself:
I Don't Love You Like I Did Yesterday (I love you more now... hahahahhaha! Liar!)

where you currently live:
House of Wolves

If you could be anywhere, where would you be:
Cemetery Drive

Your favorite form of transportation:
My Way Home Is Through You :D

Your best friend is:
To The End :D

Your favorite color is:
Welcome To The Black Parade

What's the weather like
Early Sunsets Over Monroeville

Favorite time of day:
This Is The Best Day Ever

If your life was a TV show, what would it be called:
Disenchanted

What is life to you?
Interlude
Under Pressure

What is the best advice you have to give:
1. Headfirst for Halos
2. The Jetset Life is Gonna Kill You
3. AndTo all Meyer fans, apparently: Vampires Will Never Hurt You


If you could change your name, what would it be:
Helena

Your favorite food is:
Teenagers (hahahhahahahahha!)
Blood.

Thought for the Day:
All I Want For Christmas Is You (my... future dslr...)

How I would like to die:
This Is Not Fashion Statement. It's An Effin Deathwish!

My soul's present condition:
DEAD!

The faults I can bear:
Honey, This Mirror Ain't Big Enough For The Both Of Us

My motto:
Thank You For The Venom ;)


*** Hahahaha... so much emo-ness.

(15) I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other! (16) So, because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to spit you out of my mouth. (17) You say, 'I am rich; I have acquired wealth and do not need a thing.' But you do not realize that you are wretched, pitiful, poor, blind and naked.



When I was younger, about ten, I was a voracious bible reader. Unfortunately, being a saint isn't a profession I am made to do, so I gave it up after a while, along with abstaining from much, much cursing. These verses somehow stuck to me.

I remember being confused by it: how can anything just HOT or just COLD be good? You get the best of both worlds with lukewarm. Lukewarm is safe: the mix is best with my before-to-bed milk, and my very early morning bath. Hot stuff scalds and burns, the cold freezes and constricts. Both temperatures give me nosebleeds -- no kidding.

But now, I get it, and what I am now is somehow because of these verses.

Either or. We are one or the other.

Society did not look kindly upon "balimbings" - people who quickly change sides as soon as victors are defined. Trust is thrown out the window and discord is handed out all around. The shirt cannot be "almost clean" or "slightly dirty" -- its either clean or soiled. A sorta, kinda, maybe-yes-maybe-not is just as irritating an answer. Which is why flighty people never get my vote. They are irritating and pathetic. They wanted it all, which is of course, every human instinct. You choose, and you stick with your choices and its consequences. You cannot reset your life or change your answer everytime you commit a mistake. You accept what's dished out to you and you learn from it. Shit thrown at you? Its good fertilizer. Grow from it.

Its not easy, but its more challenging that way.

As pessimistic and cynical as it may sound, you are either this or that. You cannot be both. You cannot have everything, some sacrifices must be made. Like something? Work for it. Tough decisions must be made, and made fast. The Great Victors of History did not get to where the are by pleasing everyone and getting everything. In their course to greatness, they have shed tears, blood sweat, precious time, and some pride. You cannot be something that contradicts your cause. Grow up, take charge and take responsibility.

If you were to have another name, what would it be?: I wanted a gender-ambiguous name, like Aya, or Dylan. It could have removed some of the biases that entails my long, girly name... not that it has greatly affected my chances at anything. :)

Seth Godin said that the best middle name would have to be THE. As in Attila THE Hun or Alexander THE Great. Maybe I'd join Alexander's family too... I mean if you get THE,let's try to get the best possible adjective after it. Great is nice.

Winnie THE Pooh of course, is an exception. ;D

Hehe. Recently, I've been trying to curb my murderous intents anger management problems mood swings unhappy disposition with Smile Therapy.

How does Smile Therapy works? You take a really fucked up point in your life bad situation and turn it as a cue to smile. Queue too long at the ride home? OMFG I have a freakin' deadline for tomorrow, it's already 11pm and bleep bleep bleep bleep! Smile. Back-to-back meetings? zzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzz zzzzzz Smile. Work got deleted for some reason? I WANNA DIE. KILL ME NOW. NO. KILL ME NOW. Smile. I'm following this advice from Reader's Digest: When you want to know what the other person might be feeling, try to copy the person's expression. Most successful and happy people I know smile a lot; they looked younger too.

I fell off the stairs at MRT-Q.Ave. today. And my relatively sunnier disposition is turning me to think that all this has a reason in God's Divine Plan. I am trying to find meaning in having colds, and in, at exactly the same moment I descended on to the next step, I sneezed, closed my eyes and slipped.

I haven't found meaning to it... and to other bad stuff that has been happening these past couple of weeks. But it'll occur to me soon. For now, I'll just keep smiling. alt+154.

Please scan all your computers, usbs, hds and disks now, while there is still time. Beware of CONFICKER.

Merely turning off your units on april 1 and turning them back on on april 3 will not help; once the virus is installed in your computer, its just going to turn up regardless of what date you accessed the net. Its death of PC on contact. (Yep, PC... Linux and Mac aren't affected).

 

Taken from Seth Godin's Blog (This man is a co-writer of this blog, teehee...)

 

If you make something remarkable, that's because there's something to talk about.

But often, if you've created something worth talking about, it's something that hasn't been done before. Which means it needs a name.

So name it.

That extra sharp point on the top of your new rock climbing shoe? It's a baxter.

That service you get at the spa after your massage is over? Oh, you mean the baxter!

That free course in between the main course and dessert? Right... the baxter.

Sorry, "baxter" is already taken. It's my name for that new thing you invented that's worth talking about. You'll need to find a new word to that people can use to describe your baxter.

 

Link: Where's the baxter?