Just received the good news that the result of the biopsy taken out from the cyst in my father’s chest is not cancerous.
Life and Writing
So far life has been fairly uneventful, but that doesn’t mean that life isn’t entertaining or my life has not been interesting and beautiful. Perhaps the only thing that is not so usual is I don’t get to write them all on a daily basis like before.
I remember I once told myself that this blog would be my writing legacy if I died tomorrow. How poor of me but maybe it would still be. Though there are important things for now I’d rather keep unwritten but surely recorded in my memory. As to the reason, still I’d rather not tell.
Less Bad Day
One of those days when I just felt yucky and I got nowhere to find something lovely. It reminds me of this video. Yes I’m a dork, oh yeah, forgot about that bad karma bit- filling up the good old H2O bottle right now and hopes this would totally make my day!
Life is good. 
And So I Hope It Begins
So after months of being lazy I finally was able to hand in my second but first serious application letter (first was only for formality for a call center job) to should I say one of the lawyers I really wanted to work with as a secretary and researcher. I had a positive response and hopefully I can get the job before November ends.
I am turning twenty three on the twenty third of November. I may sound presumptuous but I can feel that this will gonna be the best birthday of my life.
As to the reason why, I still can’t figure it out on my mind.
Measuring Rod
What measures friendship and love and the things in between?
There seems no definite answer. There are things we consider ideal and not. Whatever path we follow, what matters is we follow the blissful.
I don’t think we should punish ourselves and feel miserable if we found ourselves not in lined with the ideal. Life and yearnings have told me that whatever we believe is ideal may not be the home for us. Life is not always questions of what is right and wrong; oftentimes it is a question of what makes us happy.
I’d like to quote that the great high privilege, relief and comfort of friendship was that one that I had to explain nothing.
Things tend to even out. I have nothing to prove but someday, my life will be a testimony.
Moved
Once you go, you never go back. Except for the times you go unnoticed, and those times are, frankly, delightful.
There is a need to disclose my new second blog. You see, I don’t go and leave, I just change my mind. You are not forced but you can follow me here.
Thank you.
(Note: This blog remains until I change my mind again.)
Undefined
I am not a good daughter nor the best sister. Not a good law student nor the best a friend can be. If I cannot be any better than being me then I’d rather prefer to be a nobody. After all, nobody is perfect. Therefore, I can be perfect. Is there anything more logical than this?
This seem so funny joke reminds me of one of those failed attempts of making somebody happy.
Target
For gun shooting, its easy to hit a target and practice makes it perfect. For love, I doubt it. Most of the time practice just don’t count. Love is literally and figuratively a choice you make from moment to moment. There is one thing though that makes them common: if you put your whole mind on it, sure you will never miss.
Now, I wonder if I make sense out of this?
Another Fine, Fine Wednesday
Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born. – Anais Nin
