Mondays get a bad rap because they're the start of the work week. Maybe that's true for people who hate their jobs. It's also true for people who'd rather be somewhere else. Sadly, not all of us are lucky enough to have their dream jobs. Monday usually is this awful thing to wake up to ( Read more... )

I took today off from work. There's a meeting and normally that would change my mind, but this time I didn't. There are ways to catch up if I miss anything ( Read more... )

It has often been said that if you don't like your situation, change it. Good advice, sound advice, fan-freakin'-tastic advice ( Read more... )

The year that was.

1. What did you do in 2011 that you'd never done before?
I went to Baguio, I tried my hand at archery, I drove a segway, I wore a kimono...etc.

2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?I didn't write resolutions for 2012 but I did say I wanted to live healthier. Didn't do it. Again, I ( Read more... )

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As I was walking down Amorsolo, I heard the crunching sound of plastic getting run over by a car. That's when I noticed that the street was strewn with plastic bottles, cups and soda cans. I wondered where they came from. Litter is nothing new, but that much trash in the middle of the street is uncommon.

Then I thought to myself, you know who ( Read more... )

I consider myself a simple girl. I do not need to be chauffeured around, I do not need designer clothes and I can eat at the side of the road. I have what I need and I am grateful for it ( Read more... )

I came across this gem a couple of weeks ago. The article is written by Nick Cox over at Thought Catalog. It was read and set to music by Max Lugavere. I enjoyed listening to this very much.

It's six and a half minutes long. Stay with it. Read the article here to keep up.

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Last weekend I watched a DVD of The Art of Getting By. It's a good movie. The themes are familiar: teenage love, personal struggle and the individual search for meaning. Freddie Highmore plays his chracter very well. A misanthrope preoccupied with the meaning of life, or lack thereof, he neglects schoolwork saying that it's all pointless. He makes ( Read more... )

First I dreamed that I was looking at placard announcing upcoming plays (or were they movies?). One of the titles was The Man Who Could Fly. I definitely remember a movie called The Boy Who Could Fly (1986) Boy, not man. Anyway, I didn't think much of it.

Anyway, I walked away from the sign and into a crowd. I was in a school, I think. There was a ( Read more... )

When I was a kid, I used to love climbing stuff. Trees, slides, walls, monkey bars... Why? Because they were there. I stood upon structures that no parent would ever allow their kid to stand on. Looking back, I realize that I did some pretty dangerous things. More than once, my brother and I were caught trying to scale the wall of our house. My ( Read more... )