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I attended a career program launch yesterday, and two speakers told of two very different stories on how they got to where they are right now. One of them was obviously ambitious and driven, and that’s how he got where he is. The other one’s story was rather amazing — it’s like the opportunities just presented themselves to him, and he simply followed where they led.
Of course I end up wondering where I want to be. Read the rest of this entry »
…type?
I type 79 words per minute. How about you?
Don’t get me wrong — a blog is your own personal site and you have the right to write whatever you want.
All I need is a little consideration. There’s a difference between something you want to share to the world, and something that’s, well, mundane and relevant to no one but you. I know, I know. It’s my choice to read your page or not. But at least give something with substance. Write something that’s worth reading. Stop wasting electronic space.
Remember, the physical journal is not obsolete.
Almost two years, and yet you feel alone.
What does it mean to be not alone? Is it having someone to eat lunch with? Is it having someone to go out with during weekends? Is it having someone confide in you?
What’s lacking? What’s missing?
What’s wrong?
Is it me?
I’m not sure whether I should call this a wish list or a list of things I should have before 2008 ends. Nonetheless, these are the things I want to have:
- Lasic surgery. Having a grade of 1000 is not easy. Glasses are too thick, and contacts just hurt when you’ve worn them for too long.
- Digital SLR. My frustration is at a high every time I log on to Flickr and DeviantArt.
- 3rd generation Ipod nano. The color is irrelevant right at this moment.
- Nintendo Wii. You can’t blame me for liking this over the PlayStation 3.
Well, that wasn’t as long as I thought it would be.
I had just dropped Mon off at the bus station, and I was looking for the nearest U-turn, for me to get home. On the next stoplight, I see a U-turn sign next to a lane that cuts through the island, through to the other side of the road. The car in front of me had his left-signal on, but didn’t go inside that lane; instead it followed the other cars to the intersection. I thought to myself, “He must be stupid if he’s taking a U-turn — there’s a slot right here. He must be taking a left.” Read the rest of this entry »
What do you do when you do something very stupid, and you end up estranging the one person who makes you feel beautiful?
I don’t know why I can’t bring myself to apologize.
I suddenly feel so alone.
