Drowning in oblivion
In every way irrelevant
I seek reason
Utter words of despair
and to be heed not
I seek love
I endeavor to find
The one Mr. Ree
yet I have failed, once again.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Pick me, choose me, love me.
"I love you, in a really, really big pretend to like
your taste of music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio
over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate
you, love you. So pick me, choose me, love me."
--Meredith Grey "Greys Anatomy Season 2 Ep 5"
Grey's Anatomy is really starting to get to me. :)
your taste of music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio
over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate
you, love you. So pick me, choose me, love me."
--Meredith Grey "Greys Anatomy Season 2 Ep 5"
Grey's Anatomy is really starting to get to me. :)
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
What now?
I haven't blogged for the longest time. I've been putting off writing since I wanted to write something substantial, something worth speculating about. I've had a sea of ideas, yet I never went ahead and typed it down. I was too concerned about what people would think. (as if) But you know what, so what. I'm not writing for anyone anyway.
Today I'm writing. Not for you. Not for my Mom. Not even for my friends. But I'm writing for me.
During my English class last summer, I was asked what writing was for me. Before that day, I never really thought writing was that big of a deal. I just though it was something I did just because I needed to rant or it was something required for school. It was only then and there that I realized it's value. It was only then that I appreciated it's therapeutic effects on me. I wrote that when I'm faced with a problem and I write about it, I get more sense out of the situation rather than by just thinking about it. It is because when I write I give more thought into it. Once I finish a paragraph or two, I can concretely see the pieces of the puzzle.
My classmate, Regina said writing was like a friend. Whenever or wherever you may be, it will always be there to listen to you. It would just be right there. A blog page, a piece of yellow paper, your table napkin, your cellphone and what not- you can always count on writing. Have you ever thought of it that way? It's so true. It indeed is like a friend. It will never judge you for your actions or your grammatical errors. It will keep your secrets sacred. It will never betray you. It will remember everything you said before. What more could you ask for?
So starting today, I'm writing for no one else but myself. I wouldn't care less what others thought. I wouldn't care less if no one gives a shit. I'm just happy that I'm writing. Writing endlessly, carelessly, aw who gives a shit.
Today I'm writing. Not for you. Not for my Mom. Not even for my friends. But I'm writing for me.
During my English class last summer, I was asked what writing was for me. Before that day, I never really thought writing was that big of a deal. I just though it was something I did just because I needed to rant or it was something required for school. It was only then and there that I realized it's value. It was only then that I appreciated it's therapeutic effects on me. I wrote that when I'm faced with a problem and I write about it, I get more sense out of the situation rather than by just thinking about it. It is because when I write I give more thought into it. Once I finish a paragraph or two, I can concretely see the pieces of the puzzle.
My classmate, Regina said writing was like a friend. Whenever or wherever you may be, it will always be there to listen to you. It would just be right there. A blog page, a piece of yellow paper, your table napkin, your cellphone and what not- you can always count on writing. Have you ever thought of it that way? It's so true. It indeed is like a friend. It will never judge you for your actions or your grammatical errors. It will keep your secrets sacred. It will never betray you. It will remember everything you said before. What more could you ask for?
So starting today, I'm writing for no one else but myself. I wouldn't care less what others thought. I wouldn't care less if no one gives a shit. I'm just happy that I'm writing. Writing endlessly, carelessly, aw who gives a shit.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Jeepockreet
It's so weird how someone can criticize another bloggers grammatical skills when he, himself constantly makes mistake too.
Just had to say that.
Just had to say that.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Last Week
Saved as Draft from last Wednesday- I forgot to post it. Oh well.
So here's the thing in community college-we don't have classes on Fridays. Last Thursday my English class got canceled and we had a scheduled free day last Monday. Today, my teacher announced through email that my second subject which is Anthropology is canceled through out the whole week. So much for being busy.
I feel bad that I don't get to have Anthro class this week. :( One, because I'm gonna miss my teacher. Oh yeah, that's what I said. It's because she makes the seemingly boring subject very animated. She cusses in class (in a funny and not in an offensive way) and you can feel how much she loves teaching the subject. Don't you just love a teacher who actually knows what she's talking about? She's got a PHD to prove it. She has even inspired me to consider getting a minor in genetics maybe. Two, we were supposed to discuss 3 chapters of our book. Now I have an exam on Tuesday which I have to study on my own. Geez. Primitive Primates are hardly exciting anymore now that I have to memorize all the little details about what they eat, their habits, the size of their pelvics and who knows what more.
The reason why we don't have class is because she got in an accident riding her Hurley. I was like very concerned yet I was fvcked up amazed at the same time- a woman at her age riding a bike. I was like how much COOLer can she get. She broke her collar bone and has a concussion so she has to stay at home all week. So yeah. This is a part of the email that she sent all of us--
Breaking your collar bone sucks!
-Dr. B
Oh she just never ceases to amaze me.
Get well soon Dr. Bellas!
So here's the thing in community college-we don't have classes on Fridays. Last Thursday my English class got canceled and we had a scheduled free day last Monday. Today, my teacher announced through email that my second subject which is Anthropology is canceled through out the whole week. So much for being busy.
I feel bad that I don't get to have Anthro class this week. :( One, because I'm gonna miss my teacher. Oh yeah, that's what I said. It's because she makes the seemingly boring subject very animated. She cusses in class (in a funny and not in an offensive way) and you can feel how much she loves teaching the subject. Don't you just love a teacher who actually knows what she's talking about? She's got a PHD to prove it. She has even inspired me to consider getting a minor in genetics maybe. Two, we were supposed to discuss 3 chapters of our book. Now I have an exam on Tuesday which I have to study on my own. Geez. Primitive Primates are hardly exciting anymore now that I have to memorize all the little details about what they eat, their habits, the size of their pelvics and who knows what more.
The reason why we don't have class is because she got in an accident riding her Hurley. I was like very concerned yet I was fvcked up amazed at the same time- a woman at her age riding a bike. I was like how much COOLer can she get. She broke her collar bone and has a concussion so she has to stay at home all week. So yeah. This is a part of the email that she sent all of us--
Breaking your collar bone sucks!
-Dr. B
Oh she just never ceases to amaze me.
Get well soon Dr. Bellas!
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