am i intimidating? am i? am I?
one. today’s another sweater weather and an ed sheeran kind of playlist.
two. it’ll just be over two weeks from that 12K run i joined and i haven’t ran a single mile. waddaheck. im doomed. damn this rainy season.
three. sherlock knows enough not to pee and poop on my bed, and im one proud momma. :D
four. weekend, please do come and stay for a while. these long weekends make me wanna go back to gradeschool. gah.
five. my uaap date this sat’s cancelled, family out of town will push through.
six. i want my bed— now.
evenhigherwalls said: the first three things you do when you wake up
1. Drink Water
2. Take a bath and get ready for office
3. Feed Sherlock and tidy him up (ie. wiping away pee and poop and administer his vitamins)
perhaps because i want my signature on things, on people. i want to stand for something.. that when seen, you would know i was the one behind it even without putting my name in neons.. a void that i, alone, could fill. a brand of my own. a way of how i carve a space, or curl a knot. a distinct thread in people’s tapestry, a patch, a particular flower, or grass, in a garden. a certain smell, a distinguishable touch.. a vivid splash of color in someone’s palette. a stain, a mark.
I became myself
the moment i realized
"F*ck their approval"
# I’m sorry for those beautiful people who sent a color yesterday. Wasn’t able to answer these TAs coz I think mobile app will truncate it. And I was almost late in the office earlier so I didn’t have time to squeeze that in. :( but thank you nonetheless. Lemme huuug you.
# I felt violated during that 15 minute train ride to the office. I dunno if it was only my head in over drive or somethings really going on at my back, the hell to that senior citizen.
# petty convo though made up for a bad start in the morning. more doses of that please? or not.
# i can’t believe i almost shed a tear while typing that mega short sms to my brother for his birthday. damn i misss that crazy gay brotha, my all time partner-in-crime.
# what happened to this blog? i guess I dunno how to write anymore.