May 18, 2009
· Filed under drama
I hate it when we’re like this.
It’s not doing either of us any good.
I’m sorry I made you feel bad.
I’m sorry I wasn’t very supportive.
But you have to stop thinking you’re not good enough.
You are.
I will not be here if you’re not.
***
I haven’t used my ipod in weeks. Is the blahness of things related to my indifference to music?
I wish my mom were here so I could ask her about relationships. It makes me sad that I can never have that kind of talk with her anymore.I have so many questions to ask her. Things a girl asks her mom’s advice on.
For that, I can barely watch wedding chick flicks without bawling my eyes out.
***
I just saw some vids of DC’s Hands Down again in youtube. It gets to me everytime. It will definitely be playing in my wedding.
May 7, 2009
· Filed under worker bee
I made a huge booboo this week. I accidentally missed inserting an entire day’s worth of production output in our monthly volume report. That’s about 2ooo+ pages short. Sigh.
Now I have to let my bos know about it.
If you knew me, you know I HATE making mistakes, especially ones that I know should have not happened. Here’s the ironic thing though. I have been diligently checking my daily reports. I check off each item to make sure nothing is repeated. Then I countercheck it. Gah!
Being idle makes my mind wander and I lose focus.
I have been eating heartily over the weekend. From Saturday to Monday, I have been consuming copious amounts of food and alcohol. My healthy streak has been broken. I blame no one but myself.
Dieting is so hard. I haven’t figured out what activities I need to add to my routine to help me lose weight. It sucks cause I’m on my own doin such things. If I were with a friend, maybe it could be different.
A bunch of guys from the office are enrolled in a boxing gym. Too bad that they’re not the bunch I’d like to hang out with. Also, work out clothes are expensive. Have you been to nike lately? Goodness, those things cost more than what I wear on a daily basis.
May 5, 2009
· Filed under life
Just back on the night shift, struggling to get some decent sleep during the day. Though I believe nature is on my side with the cloudy and light rain afternoons, my subconcious is working against me. I dreamt that a possessed killer baby, in diapers no less, was running after me. I had but two choices, stab it to death or wake up in panicked fear. I chose the latter. I am a lot of things but killing babies, albeit possessed, in my dreams is not one of them.
It kind of looked like this, without the spikes.
i neeeeed miiiiilllllkkkkk
I googled “scary evil monster baby” to get that pic. Dapat ang lumabas na pic ay yung sa anak ni Janice na kinatatakutan ko nung bata ako. So out of curiosity, this is what shows up when you search for ” anak ni janice” in google images.
Chanak pala dati si Superman?
*** For the curious, those pics would direct you to a review of Superman Returns, with the entry Anak ni Janice.
