Can you give me one?

Please? *puppy eyes*

Bleh. It’s not what this blog is about. *reclines*

So many things are running around in my head.

Financial Management case assignment, vacation leaves, money matters *shivers*, beach, getting sick, wedding preps…. *rests her forehead on the table*

It’s our 47th monthsary.

I’ll shut up now.

I just hate myself so very much. =(

It is good for your health. Oh, yes. Definitely.
I am now eating 2 or dozens of Baguio strawberries. Yum! Daniel promised me that he’ll buy fruits for me during my vacation.
Yehey! I would love to taste raspberries, blueberries, fresh peaches… etc…

I would love to try cooking with them too. I’m planning to bake strawberry shortcake tonight or maybe on Tuesday. Yeah!

Anyway, not all fruits are sweet. Some are sour. But what I hate the most are the bitter fruits. Yeech!
Why are you so bitter? It ruins my day. I woke up fresh but then, posting on my status? Well, it’s not illegal. But you shouldn’t have reacted to my action (i.e. deleting your comment)

It’s like “Dude, it’s my right. Don’t ask.”

I don’t know why I have this kind of… feeling towards you. Maybe… you’re just a bitter fruit that left a very bad aftertaste on my tongue. I don’t like it but I just don’t want to talk to you… yet…

But then, that “yet” is now gone. You, once again, showed your super bitter side.

If you dare to comment again to this blog, dude, seriously, you are too guilty.

See, I don’t even mention you here. Tsk tsk.

And thank you for offering that godparent thing. I’m not disliking it but you just made a right decision to revoke it. It’s your right. I have nothing against it.

And thank you for your best wishes for my wedding.

I’ll now commence devouring my strawberries. Nom nom nom nom.

I’m so sleepy. I don’t know why. My professor in Ethics just got back from buying his late lunch sandwich and coffee.

The topic for today is Business Ethics. God… Case analysis again? Well, good thing is that it’s a take home thing. My Management midterm exam didn’t go as planned as it was too stressful (for me that is)

Utilitarianism, Act-Utilitarianism, Rule-Utilitarianism, Badminton practice. >< What?! Badminton practice? Well, I wanted to join the school's badminton team. So I'll come to Powersmash tomorrow 2pm. I was reading good tips for better badminton plays. Might try this later or tomorrow morning before going to the try out session tomorrow afternoon.

Ok, to continue, Bernard Shaw, Hitler… *yawn* I'm really sleepy. =(

Oh, and by the way, I still hate you.

No, not the public readers, you know who you are.

I’ll just sing the chorus part. Hehehe
“Golden slumbers fill your eyes
Smiles awake you when you rise
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby”

As I was listening to Golden Slumbers, I had the sudden interest of continuing my weird obsession: the root of my joining to DotaPortal.com.

I won’t elaborate since I’m a bit pissed off. I should let it go now.
I have plans now. And this involves totally turning my back on my “garbage”
I’m getting next year and I have to do this. I need to close open cracks. Rebuild everything if I can.
So that Daniel and I will have a wonderful life and my heart and mind won’t be full of extra baggage.

This blog is to someone who knows me without wanting me to know him in return.
I hate you… You know who you are… Send me a message, confront me.

I hate you because I don’t know. And I really want to know you. So I can thank you personally.
You have all the “palusot” just to avoid me asking more about you.
I hate you because you don’t want me to be your friend.
I hate you because I’m still wanting to meet you personally.
I hate you because you’re mysterious.
I hate you because I feel, you’re making fun of me.
I hate you because….

If you have balls, face me (baka naman, mas may balls pa ako kesa sayo). Help me close this thing. And that way, I can move on totally. Please, friend?

Oh, by the way, thank you. I’ll tell you when you manage to grow your balls.

Give me my Golden Slumbers

I managed to make a coat (well, 85% done). Tonight, I will make a dress (patterned from my old dresses. I’ll just apply my own touch and label)

I’m now looking forward to watching it again (through surfthechannel.com) at home because we are about to get a high-speed internet.

I am currently listening to the songs that can really pacify me. If you wish to hear it, come to my office and check my playlist.

I need to breathe. Currently, yoga can only pacify me for few hours then my mind drifts to my problems again.

I’m tired. I really need to pause. I need a good crying moment. To release all these pain in me. I need to pause. To talk to HIM. He alone can pacify me. He can control me.

I’ll do it later at home. I’ll set my prayer time again.

The reason I ended up thinking that I need to pause is when I glanced at the small lyrics sheet posted at my To-Do board. I read the lyrics. And then I realized, I should really talk to God. I’ve been too distant these past months. Now, I’m listening, stopping myself from crying.

Waarom in het Nederlands? Waarom niet gewoon in het Engels?

Omdat ik wil klagen, ik voel me niet meer gemotiveerd om te werken.

Ik ben moe. Ik werk niet meer, omdat ik wil werken voor het bedrijf. Ik voel me alsof ik alleen maar werk om ze een pleziertje te doen. Ik wil hier weg.

Nogmaals, als je dit leest en je begrijpt het, confronteer me hier alsjeblieft niet over. Ik vraag je mij mentaal in orde te houden. Over een jaar is dit weer weg. Wacht maar en het is dag dag voor jullie.

To French Language Enthusiasts, feel free to criticize my French. :p)

Pourquoi en français ? Pourquoi pas dans l’anglais simple ?

Puisque cette plainte est consacrée à mon être non motivée au travail. Je suis fatigué. Je ne travaille plus parce que je veux travailler pour la compagnie. Je pense que je travaille juste pour les satisfaire. Je veux stopper.

Si encore vous lisiez ceci et pouviez comprendre ceci, svp ne me confrontez pas au sujet de ceci encore. Je vous prie de garder ma santé d’esprit. Ce sera terminé dans un an. Juste l’attente et c’est au revoir à vous des garçons.