Archive for Babblings
Stumped
My stomach’s twisted in knots.
My head feels too heavy for comfort.
My heart is not agreeing with the world today.
And just because someone I barely know is leaving.
Dyosa, you are at it again.
Swimming in a noodle-full of pancit
Either it’s hormonal imbalance or the past two nights’ conversations with friends that got me out of my element at the start of my Sunday morning, whichever it is, it’s not a very nice feeling. Why? Because it got me thinking, how’s my life going? Am I leading it to where I want it to go? Will the universe ever conspire to put its heads together and finally say, “OK folks, let’s help this kid out because she needs it badly”? It’s so disconcerting that I find myself upside down with my feet dangling up my dreary skies. I haven’t seen them as blue as my seventeenth summer days. I was hoping after my soul-searching tête-à-tête with my friends, the sky might open up and a beam of light, even just a teensy-weensy stretch of it, would break out and give me some sort of answer. But waking up this morning all confused and muddled up got me… more confused and muddled up. Probably I had too much hours of sleep to last me three days, or I’m looking into things too deeply that I fail to see the vital things in plain sight that I couldn’t somehow feel as light as rain as I expected to feel.
Ah hell. I’m talking nonsense again. It’s there, but it’s not there. I saw it already, but it slipped my mind again. Couldn’t find it, got tired looking. On with the show.
Oh damn, I remember. It’s 14 again.
Vanity Alert
Instead of signing in to my ________ account, I searched my name to see how many other Dyosas are out there registered in the community. That’s 10 per search page x 230 pages, in all shapes and sizes, and genders.
I feel not so original anymore.
Shit happens
Why is it that every time something good happens to me, bad things eventually follow?
Mind’s A-Flyin’
Leave me be to celebrate… I’m 109 pounds heavy!
Whoooopi!!!
3 more pounds then it’s all good. All I have to do now is to get rid of unwanted flabs. Don’t ask where.
Reminiscing a short chat earlier this afternoon, some revisions, additions and the unspoken conclusion:
As cute as Wentworth Miller
Will Smith’s humor
Grissom’s intellect
Bill Gates’ bank accounts (yes, it’s definitely plural)
Chris O’Donnell’s endowment (remembering the Robin suit… hmmmm)
Johnny Depp’s sex appeal
Ergo…
The Devil in the flesh.
Haha!
The adage “be careful what you wish for” suddenly pops out. Who cares, let me live dangerously. It’s been a boring life. Eating a super-sweet candy won’t give you tooth decay overnight… unless you keep sucking it all week. Okay gotta stop.
Floating in Purgatory
Things have been in a shithole for a while. My grandmother died. My aunt’s a pain in the ass. I’ve been feeling stupid at work. My friends are either getting/got married or got/getting knocked up. I’m 25 without a degree. I’m having a bad hair month. The blemishes on my face aren’t going away. I’m single. I feel lost and directionless.
Some are kind of serious. And I know some are downright stupid. Mainly, I feel really lost. Right now. At this very minute. I couldn’t organize myself for some weird reason and it’s been evading me, slipping from my grasp like smoke. I have no idea where this came from. Just lost. And obviously I’m not making any sense.
I need a friend.
Does anybody know anyone selling a dog? Or giving away one? With license?
It’ll take me some time figuring this out and getting things straight with my life. Say, in a decade or two. I’ll get back to you.
When It Rains… Everything’s Wet
I never thought I’d be able to reach the office this morning. Going out of UP was a toil when the water’s ankle-deep. And to think I’m wearing a skirt, at least it would be easier for me to wipe off the water than wring it out from the ends of my pants.
Come to think of it, this is nothing compared to the people going to Manila and other places where the water is higher than your ankles. I’m whining about petty things, masyado akong nasanay o nakulob sa loob ng UP kung saan lahat madali. Nakakahiya, and I actually felt sorry for myself when my father couldn’t drop me off to Philcoa because of the coding scheme.
Binabawi ko na, kaya ang iniisip ko nalang ngayon: it could be worse. Kung nasa Manila ako ngayon, may posibilidad na naanod na ‘ko sa Manila Bay.
