Random
I love mornings, because my wife and I take walks and buy pan de sal.
Then we go to the living room and eat the pan de sal with butter.
After that, I water my plants and go back to work.
Life is grand.
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I like the editor for this new blog I'm writing for. She's nice, responds to email asap, and lets me do whatever I want. Plus, she seems to really like me. And I am not a likable person.
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Planning trip to Bohol. I know it's a few months away, but I can't wait. I've dreamed of going there for the past few months.
After this, I will obsess about Batanes.
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Life's been good to me the past few months. I can't help but suspect that some major disaster is on the way (not amoebiasis, please!) But after all I've been through, it'll take a LOT to take me down.
I actually wrote down my worst nightmare, you know, the worst that could possibly happen to me. Summary is that my mother kicks me out, Scout leaves me, GMA declares martial law and bans the internet, and I'm making money as a shawarma seller and living in a crummy bedspace in Tondo - where I get sexually assaulted.
Looking at that nightmare, I realize three flaws: my mother will never kick me out. Her biggest fear is that Denise and I leave her, she'll do anything to keep me in her house. Also, Scout won't leave me. This woman cared for me in the hospital and brought me my bedpan for crying out loud. If she does leave me, it'll probably be my fault. Third, I won't make it as a shawarma seller. They want people with a "pleasing personality".
Then we go to the living room and eat the pan de sal with butter.
After that, I water my plants and go back to work.
Life is grand.
- - -
I like the editor for this new blog I'm writing for. She's nice, responds to email asap, and lets me do whatever I want. Plus, she seems to really like me. And I am not a likable person.
- - -
Planning trip to Bohol. I know it's a few months away, but I can't wait. I've dreamed of going there for the past few months.
After this, I will obsess about Batanes.
- - -
Life's been good to me the past few months. I can't help but suspect that some major disaster is on the way (not amoebiasis, please!) But after all I've been through, it'll take a LOT to take me down.
I actually wrote down my worst nightmare, you know, the worst that could possibly happen to me. Summary is that my mother kicks me out, Scout leaves me, GMA declares martial law and bans the internet, and I'm making money as a shawarma seller and living in a crummy bedspace in Tondo - where I get sexually assaulted.
Looking at that nightmare, I realize three flaws: my mother will never kick me out. Her biggest fear is that Denise and I leave her, she'll do anything to keep me in her house. Also, Scout won't leave me. This woman cared for me in the hospital and brought me my bedpan for crying out loud. If she does leave me, it'll probably be my fault. Third, I won't make it as a shawarma seller. They want people with a "pleasing personality".