tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185937322011-09-25T05:02:07.658+08:00This page is a fraction of my brain.peenkfriknoreply@blogger.comBlogger311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18593732.post-86915873928539715982010-12-26T23:40:00.001+08:002010-12-26T23:40:14.477+08:00

Living comfortably yet uncomfortably. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5

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Happiness, why can't you stay with me?Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5

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"Some people work things out and some just don't know how to change."Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5

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He picked the flowers fervently to pursue her. He picked them every morning until he began to like her. But in the end of summer, there were none left for her to cherish.Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5

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Just when I thought depression comes to visit me again, happiness takes a peek and lets light into the crack on the door. Thank God.Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5

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He usually just sits around the corner. When I pass by him I try not to look at his face but at the corner of my eye, I can see him grin. Sometimes it's annoying when he follows you to the street where you're doing your business. But I'm not sure it's his fault when does all that. In the dark it gets creepy when he just stands still. I fear him doing that but he doesn't know it. He only thinks of

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When I was a kid, I dreamed of my dad riding a bicycle and that I was his passenger. Just this morning, I woke up from a dream where I was dragging a bicycle up a slope and he helped me drag it up.

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Sometimes it's hard to tell if people just get depressed or if it's schizophrenia. Years ago, a friend wrote an article about depression. I wasn't quite sure what she meant by it. As I got older, I understood.It's probably just too much coke zero. I think I should watch A Beautiful Mind again.I even think that I had an older post with the same or similar title. Hmmm....

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I want to cry but no tears would flow. I want to scream but not a sound could be heard. I've been hurt by something I couldn't explain. The pain goes on piercing my heart but only the rain and the sun sympathizes with me. The rain keeps on pouring, yet it is not enough to wash away the pain. The sun keeps on shining but it is not enough to burn the hurting inside. So with this pen I shall speak

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When you are sailing, and the rain is strong and the waves are rough, I shall be there to calm the storm.When you are travelling across the desert and the sun is scorching your throat, I shall be an oasis from where you quench your thirst.When the night is cold and you are shivering, I shall be the fire and give you warmth.When you are the last leaf of autumn and you are about to fall, I shall be

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I'd say it was a bitter past. Here's an old thought she wrote past midnight....Good morning. The sun will rise again but first I will sleep. I am tired and exhausted of thinking about the uncertainties in life, and of laughing about nonsense. I have wasted much time chatting with my friends about the past and illusions of the future. Yes, I regretted wasting my time but I will never regret hoping

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This was originally written in Feb. 27, 2000 during a boring college calculus class.I don't know what bores me everytime I sit in my calculus class. The same numbers, figures flash on the board before me. I don't know why people don't get tired of the same monotonous thing. As my mind flies away into fantasies, the teacher keeps on babbling about theta, the ratio between the height and the base

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This was originally untitled and written in Aug. 28, 2003.There is no doubt it was Mars we saw hours ago. It was the brightest in the sky because the moon wasn't out. Mars was like a very big red star, except that it didn't twinkle.The railings were wet and it was cold up where the water reservoir is. I could see the roof and the silent neighborhood. But even I couldn't stop sneezing now, and my

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I felt nervous but without the cold hand. It was a weird feeling. A man just got killed a few meters from where I was having dinner. I didn't hear a bang because I was too thrilled eating what I had always desired all week: marinated pork chop, sunny side up egg and garlic rice. This combination sounded more like breakfast food but from where I am it's a common fast food called Adsilog. I rarely

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I'm not sure what it's called. Depression? No. It used to be. It's more like loneliness. You check friendster and find a lot of good old friends in there but still you find yourself staring alone at the PC. A visit to the spa helps. 30mins in a dim, peaceful room helps clear the mind. You close your eyes and just listen to silence. Tomorrow is spa date with my friends and I'm looking forward to

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Note. I wrote the article below while I was waiting for my return flight to San Francisco during a 3-week company training in Georgia. I know it's a stale story but for some reason it took me some time to put it here. I scribbled it down in my Cattleya notebook since I didn't have a laptop. Here it goes:I was bound for San Francisco in less than 48 hours and so I called the airline to confirm my

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There has been a lot of negative energy around me. I stopped over a store on my way home yesterday. Somehow I believe that some juice drink would lift my spirits up. My favorite flavor is apple but most of the time I get orange. I miss those times when I was just a kid. I was innocent and carefree. All I needed to worry about were little things like drinking my Milo all the way to the bottom or

peenkfriknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18593732.post-1150794494390391492006-06-20T16:38:00.000+08:002007-05-03T09:31:43.222+08:00

I was confident strolling in the widest mall in the Philippines. I knew that my salary was scheduled to get in that day. I thought of rewarding myself after passing the interview at the US embassy. It was kind of cool that the consul asked me just one question about my work and a lot of questions about my relatives in the US. I am glad I didn’t look like one who’s after an American for the prize

peenkfriknoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18593732.post-1149583420371816312006-06-06T16:35:00.000+08:002007-05-03T09:34:08.662+08:00

I broke a cosmetic mirror in the bathroom the other day and thought that it might be a sign of bad luck. When I caught diarrhea and one of my heels broke, I thought to myself, “This is my bad luck”. After I heard the news about my Uncle this morning, everything that I thought of yesterday was proved wrong. There was an even greater bad luck that I can account for the broken pieces of glass on my

peenkfriknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18593732.post-1147077061365481812006-05-08T16:31:00.000+08:002007-05-03T09:34:18.661+08:00

I don’t have pictures for every event that took place in my life. But I remember them. It was said that if we want to enjoy the moment, we must let go of our cameras or anything else that unnecessarily exists between our eyes and nature. When we look at pictures, we only see two dimensions and we can’t exactly feel the wonderful experience brought by that moment.Let me dust off the shelves in my

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I tried to hold back my tears and pretended reading the newspaper while I sat patiently in the rehab medicine center of a local hospital. It felt like déjà vu except that my dad isn’t in the picture. There was a therapist who helped an old woman perform her walking routine while somewhere at the center of the room was a man walking on a treadmill.More than 14 years has passed since my dad passed

peenkfriknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18593732.post-1145608523553876082006-04-21T16:25:00.000+08:002006-04-21T16:57:18.953+08:00

I didn’t know that my blogs have sounded so negative. Well, I admit that’s true for this blog. But I have more than one blog, you can see the rest of them if you click on my profile. I wanted to organize and I decided that thoughts that sound rather negative or sad or disturbing should go here.I guess I have another deep thought that’s why I am writing on this page and not on any other. My right

peenkfriknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18593732.post-1144833283904574842006-04-12T16:19:00.000+08:002007-05-03T09:36:29.096+08:00

My blog used to have a different aura and one day I just decided to erase everything and start from a clean slate. I recovered a blog from my email inbox and found out this one which reminded me of a lot of things, I thought that it would be ok to post it back here. So here it goes:Originally posted on 10/30/2004 at 01:03:31 PM It felt like a bullet that made its way through my head. I felt sick

peenkfriknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18593732.post-1144229265668176122006-04-05T17:24:00.000+08:002006-04-05T17:30:35.003+08:00

We know exactly what the difference is between a need and a want. Yet, we allow ourselves to be lured by all the material in the world. Yes it is perfectly normal that we need material because we are physical beings. But we must constantly remind ourselves that there are things that are not physical which indeed help us survive.Everyday, we see on TV the things that can make our lives easier or

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Some people think that I take things too lightly. This is one of the things they think so wrongly about me. The truth, I could be the most serious person you know. I try to put things in their proper places. I am just so disappointed when some people underestimate me. When someone tells me that my relationship with my boyfriend won’t last, it is like saying that I can’t hold on to someone, or

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I felt like my heart just slipped off someone’s hand, fell on the hard ground head on, and splintered into a thousand fragments. It is not what you might think. There is nothing wrong with my love life. Something in the workplace has caused me pain.There are times when we work so hard because we want to achieve something. And oftentimes we succeed. However, unfortunate events do happen. What we

peenkfriknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18593732.post-1138618631914310022006-01-30T18:55:00.000+08:002007-05-03T09:35:17.459+08:00

I have to remind myself that when you’re at the bottom of a water wheel, it’ll be hard for you to get to the top. There are several reasons. One is I might be too heavy and my weight is dragging it down. Another is that the water has stopped rushing and so I remain at the bottom until water flows again and turn the wheel up. A little more patience is what I need. I have been at the bottom of the

peenkfriknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18593732.post-1136952969631612472006-01-11T12:12:00.001+08:002009-03-15T23:36:56.893+08:00

I wanted to write about something but I forgot what it was about. Last night, I wanted to say something to my boyfriend but then I forgot what it was.Hmmm.... I am just wondering how my memory has become so short-lived. It reminds me of 10-second Tom in the movie '50 First Dates'. God, I even almost forgot the title. What can I blame for this? Too much caffeine? I can't find a single reason but I

peenkfriknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18593732.post-1135156806943301242005-12-21T17:15:00.000+08:002005-12-21T17:20:06.943+08:00

Leaving has never been easy. People come and then they go.If we are stuck to something, we wonder for how long we are going to last. And if we don't, we wonder where we are headed next.It's scary when we think that we have only one life to live. But at the same time it challenges us to make the most of everyday. So we work hard to achieve our dreams, which is why sometimes we have to leave.

peenkfriknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18593732.post-1134621814160210602005-12-15T12:43:00.000+08:002005-12-21T17:13:36.826+08:00

She's between 8 to 10 years old. She's pretty and you could imagine her growing up with the physique of a model. The curls of her long dark hair dark complement her tan complexion. But she holds a drinking glass on one hand and a sponge on the other. Standing on the sidewalk under the excruciating heat of the sun, she manages to do the dishes from a scarcely filled pail of water. Busy people

peenkfriknoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18593732.post-1130993840196071042005-11-03T04:55:00.000+08:002005-11-03T12:57:20.203+08:00

things happen for a reason. so common thought yet so true.when you feel like something is lacking, think of anything that others don't have.anything could happen tomorrow or even right after writing this or after reading this.there are just so many great things in life. i pray that they won't cease coming right in.lucky are those who able to love. :-*

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