And so the countdown is on...Just 7 more days and Malaysia here I come!
It seems that anticipation is heightened each time I run a red mark through each day that passes. For each mark means a day closer to getting on that plane and saying hello to a country I call my second home- Malaysia.
What it is with this place, I do not know. It seems to have a lil bit of magic that makes me feel like I the person who I know I am!
A homecoming awaits me and the first on my list of things to do is to go to Steven's Corner, order naan cheese and teh tarik!
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Monday, April 04, 2005
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Sunday, April 03, 2005
Emotional Ties
Are you familiar about the coping mechanism wherein we subject ourselves to "being busy" just so we don't have to think of someone? Especially someone that we maybe attracted to but somehow can’t or won’t have.
So after my trip to the country of If-It-Looked-Good, I realized I had to “be busy,” especially since I met “her.” And mercifully, life seemed to be on my side cause it gave me a lot of opportunities not to think of him (a.k.a PROBLEMS!). I even almost convinced myself I was moving on. Our interaction was limited to scarce text messages, email and Friendster. I read them, then think of “him” and then hit the home button and resume working on the marketing letter due tomorrow. It was going great.
What happens though when you’re not that busy and you a get a message from that one person that brings a blush to your cheeks? Not to mention time to be able to read it…over and over again? For me, the progress line of moving on suddenly stops and plateaus. You start reliving the memories and the butterflies in your stomach start to flutter again. I become that little girl with a grin that wouldn’t go away. Why was I-or rather still am- attracted to this man?
Am I setting myself up for another heartbreak or should I just let the infatuation die a natural death and enjoy the feeling while it lasts? Or should I just book more projects and loose myself (maybe even my heart) in the web of deadlines and meetings?
So after my trip to the country of If-It-Looked-Good, I realized I had to “be busy,” especially since I met “her.” And mercifully, life seemed to be on my side cause it gave me a lot of opportunities not to think of him (a.k.a PROBLEMS!). I even almost convinced myself I was moving on. Our interaction was limited to scarce text messages, email and Friendster. I read them, then think of “him” and then hit the home button and resume working on the marketing letter due tomorrow. It was going great.
What happens though when you’re not that busy and you a get a message from that one person that brings a blush to your cheeks? Not to mention time to be able to read it…over and over again? For me, the progress line of moving on suddenly stops and plateaus. You start reliving the memories and the butterflies in your stomach start to flutter again. I become that little girl with a grin that wouldn’t go away. Why was I-or rather still am- attracted to this man?
Am I setting myself up for another heartbreak or should I just let the infatuation die a natural death and enjoy the feeling while it lasts? Or should I just book more projects and loose myself (maybe even my heart) in the web of deadlines and meetings?
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Wildly Sophisticated
While you can plan, you can't predict.
While you can try with all your might, you can't control.
While you can dream, you can't experience without action.
What you can do is choose..
The most important choice you have to make is your attitude.
-Wildly Sophisticated Woman
While you can try with all your might, you can't control.
While you can dream, you can't experience without action.
What you can do is choose..
The most important choice you have to make is your attitude.
-Wildly Sophisticated Woman
Sunday, March 20, 2005
Loosing the Childhood Innocence
I was starting to loose the child in me. Journal writing became scarce, because I was neglecting to celebrate life on a daily basis. The fun was being replaced by the worries of the world and we all know how these can eat us up. The habitual existence, forced to do something for the sake of survival. The balance they say from being a dreamer and the reality of life. But how does one know what the right balance is? Can one really weigh one’s dreams against a scale?
The point when I wanted to give up on life, was that moment that I thought I had to give up all of my dreams that I felt my heart being gripped both figuratively and literally. For when dreams are taken out of one’s spirit then it is when the soul starts to wither. No longer does it hope for a future. The drum beat stops and we are left with no rhythm to follow. How then can one's spirit dance without its melody? Maybe the question should be why do permit that childhood innocence to be defeated by the complications that we bring into our lives? Only ourselves can permit the reactions to the situations that are thrown our way. We should not blame the circumstances for the state of our lives. We have to take control of our existence and not leave it in the mercy of the state of the world.
But why then do we replace friends with worrying. Rest with cramming. And somehow the magic of believing in the good dissipates and we are left with hopelessness.
What then should someone do to rise up from this quagmire? Can one bounce back from such a fall?
The point when I wanted to give up on life, was that moment that I thought I had to give up all of my dreams that I felt my heart being gripped both figuratively and literally. For when dreams are taken out of one’s spirit then it is when the soul starts to wither. No longer does it hope for a future. The drum beat stops and we are left with no rhythm to follow. How then can one's spirit dance without its melody? Maybe the question should be why do permit that childhood innocence to be defeated by the complications that we bring into our lives? Only ourselves can permit the reactions to the situations that are thrown our way. We should not blame the circumstances for the state of our lives. We have to take control of our existence and not leave it in the mercy of the state of the world.
But why then do we replace friends with worrying. Rest with cramming. And somehow the magic of believing in the good dissipates and we are left with hopelessness.
What then should someone do to rise up from this quagmire? Can one bounce back from such a fall?
Thursday, March 17, 2005
The LOWdown on Life
Indeed the universe does conspire to those who dream…initially at least.
Her life has taken, for lack of a better cliché, a dramatic turn back to what she felt was square one. Maybe it was the just the year, they said that the Year of the Rooster was not very lucky for Gemini’s. She was almost beginning to believe in the accurateness of astrology. If only they had answers to the multitude of questions that seem to crash into her in tsunami-like fashion.
"Why is all of this happening to me?" This is probably the I’m-getting-desperate-for-answers kind of question anyone can ask. But can one really find an answer to that question?
Last year, 2004, seemed to be her year. She had a job that took her places, met some very interesting characters to add to her list of people she called “the crayons of life’s coloring book.” Plus the trip to Malaysia, Singapore and Vietnam that she considered a grand finale for the year. All of this makes you say, ahhh….this IS the life. But then January came and everything just started to, well…suck!
From a near death encounter with fire (not her element at all), to moving out because of a brother that just pushed her to her limits, to parent’s that gave up trying to understand the lifestyle their daughter has been struggling to embrace. She now lives in a humble room, with really noisy termites and a couple next door that seem to perceive her as another girl trying to live a wild existence. Juggling a part-time call center job with a company that has lost it act and her “event projects” that do generate income-except add to the stress- but are however too interesting to give up for a full time office job, isn’t really much help to the situation. There’s also her almost non-existent savings account in the bank and the threat of no financial resources for April looming in the oh-too-near-future. Let us not forget to mention the debts she has to pay, that when put together can force one to tie a knot around their neck…now to just find a beam that can carry her weight. She has not had a decent sleep for a month now and the nausea she has developed for Jollibee food since that’s all she can afford to eat. One can’t help but be a little (NOT!) sarcastic and say…now, this IS life!
This woman now lives on a daily basis. Talk of the future is starting to sound ridiculous. She keeps the call center task to be able to make her rent money, eat yet-another-Jollibee-meal, provide her with access to the Internet and serve as a diversion for pathetic thoughts. Too survive at the very least. Because despite it all, there is still apart of her that continues to believe…that the universe is conspiring to her dream…they are just testing on how much she is willing to go out of comfort zones to reach them. Maybe that small seed can be enough to make miracles happen…
Her life has taken, for lack of a better cliché, a dramatic turn back to what she felt was square one. Maybe it was the just the year, they said that the Year of the Rooster was not very lucky for Gemini’s. She was almost beginning to believe in the accurateness of astrology. If only they had answers to the multitude of questions that seem to crash into her in tsunami-like fashion.
"Why is all of this happening to me?" This is probably the I’m-getting-desperate-for-answers kind of question anyone can ask. But can one really find an answer to that question?
Last year, 2004, seemed to be her year. She had a job that took her places, met some very interesting characters to add to her list of people she called “the crayons of life’s coloring book.” Plus the trip to Malaysia, Singapore and Vietnam that she considered a grand finale for the year. All of this makes you say, ahhh….this IS the life. But then January came and everything just started to, well…suck!
From a near death encounter with fire (not her element at all), to moving out because of a brother that just pushed her to her limits, to parent’s that gave up trying to understand the lifestyle their daughter has been struggling to embrace. She now lives in a humble room, with really noisy termites and a couple next door that seem to perceive her as another girl trying to live a wild existence. Juggling a part-time call center job with a company that has lost it act and her “event projects” that do generate income-except add to the stress- but are however too interesting to give up for a full time office job, isn’t really much help to the situation. There’s also her almost non-existent savings account in the bank and the threat of no financial resources for April looming in the oh-too-near-future. Let us not forget to mention the debts she has to pay, that when put together can force one to tie a knot around their neck…now to just find a beam that can carry her weight. She has not had a decent sleep for a month now and the nausea she has developed for Jollibee food since that’s all she can afford to eat. One can’t help but be a little (NOT!) sarcastic and say…now, this IS life!
This woman now lives on a daily basis. Talk of the future is starting to sound ridiculous. She keeps the call center task to be able to make her rent money, eat yet-another-Jollibee-meal, provide her with access to the Internet and serve as a diversion for pathetic thoughts. Too survive at the very least. Because despite it all, there is still apart of her that continues to believe…that the universe is conspiring to her dream…they are just testing on how much she is willing to go out of comfort zones to reach them. Maybe that small seed can be enough to make miracles happen…
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
How Is Your Story Written?
If you were a writer, would there be unexpected twists in your tales? Would your story be in defiance to what the movies and literature feed us? How is your story written?
The chapter on love.
While some people write of the one that got away, or of the you-and-me-against-the world legend. Could it be that to some it will be just a one-way street? That they are destined to accomplish a certain task by being with a person and then they have to move on to another one?
Take my life for instance.
Friends say that I have mastered the art of falling and gracefully letting go of the men in my life. I guess they can say that because they are only spectators. Were they there when my eyes were swollen due to the over-nighter crying marathon? Or the time I was teetering on that thin line called madness because I was trying to find a plausible reason of the pain that I was feeling? I guess not.
If I sum up all those experiences, the raison d'être of my needing to let go was either because the feeling wasn’t mutual or because “my man” had to leave me for a valid reason. And all I was left to do was acknowledge that truth or accept the fact that life will pass me by if I continue to wait for the answers to the dead end question of WHY. So I am left with no option but to move on, thus the start of what seems as grace in letting go, was all just the strength in wanting to survive or the fact that it would it be pathetic to hold on. Then it all goes back to the beginning of a cycle that never really ends.
That is my story. How is yours?
The chapter on love.
While some people write of the one that got away, or of the you-and-me-against-the world legend. Could it be that to some it will be just a one-way street? That they are destined to accomplish a certain task by being with a person and then they have to move on to another one?
Take my life for instance.
Friends say that I have mastered the art of falling and gracefully letting go of the men in my life. I guess they can say that because they are only spectators. Were they there when my eyes were swollen due to the over-nighter crying marathon? Or the time I was teetering on that thin line called madness because I was trying to find a plausible reason of the pain that I was feeling? I guess not.
If I sum up all those experiences, the raison d'être of my needing to let go was either because the feeling wasn’t mutual or because “my man” had to leave me for a valid reason. And all I was left to do was acknowledge that truth or accept the fact that life will pass me by if I continue to wait for the answers to the dead end question of WHY. So I am left with no option but to move on, thus the start of what seems as grace in letting go, was all just the strength in wanting to survive or the fact that it would it be pathetic to hold on. Then it all goes back to the beginning of a cycle that never really ends.
That is my story. How is yours?
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Enough!
Tama na ang kahibangang ito. Wala naman talagang patutunguhan eh, di ko alam kung bakit umaasa paren ako. Ayoko na, pagod na ako. Minsan pakiramdam ay sadyang inaalala ang mga magandang alaala upang di ka malimot. Pero ngayon ayoko na. Imumulat ko na ang aking mga mata.
Weird! I'm blogging in Filipino!
And so I put a period to this so-called-love-team. Enough of you being a nice guy. I wish you'd just let me know how you really feel. No more hiding. Please don't sms me all because I did. Stop confusing me, cause that I can manage by myself!
So now I am talking to myself again and convincing me that I have to do it. I've done this before but why does it seem to be more difficult now! Why do I have to be such a hopeless and hapless romantic? It's pathetic!!!
Weird! I'm blogging in Filipino!
And so I put a period to this so-called-love-team. Enough of you being a nice guy. I wish you'd just let me know how you really feel. No more hiding. Please don't sms me all because I did. Stop confusing me, cause that I can manage by myself!
So now I am talking to myself again and convincing me that I have to do it. I've done this before but why does it seem to be more difficult now! Why do I have to be such a hopeless and hapless romantic? It's pathetic!!!
Saturday, December 04, 2004
Her Christmas Gift
anticipation is what fills her as she counts down the days till she finds herself in another country for 10 sunrises! a place where a someone is at least willing to give her the most wonderful Christmas gift ever...time and presence. though to some she seems to be opening herself to hurt and heartbreak, she shoves the thought and knows to simply enjoy the moment.
to herself she utters a sigh of contentment with the opportunity given her, for she knows that it is the best her new friend can devote. once again she will feel that she is a woman...capable of love and being showed loved. though it may seem temporary, for the chance she is thankful.
to you, the man with a gentle soul and enthusiasm of a child, she offers a prayer. may your heart forever be one that dances!
to herself she utters a sigh of contentment with the opportunity given her, for she knows that it is the best her new friend can devote. once again she will feel that she is a woman...capable of love and being showed loved. though it may seem temporary, for the chance she is thankful.
to you, the man with a gentle soul and enthusiasm of a child, she offers a prayer. may your heart forever be one that dances!
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
"GF"
was it that I had preparing myself for the news all this time. seeing the letters "gf" on that sms gripped my heart and yet i felt like I was anticipating that moment. an overwhelming sadness filled me and i just wanted to relieve myself of the pain with tears. for the 30minutes the warm drops fell and then there was none. 'twas as if that was all it took and then acceptance came over me. even now as I write this I feel that it was not a loss. and though his emotions are for another woman I know I have your companionship...forever.
the promise of a friendship, despite my wanting it to go down a different road makes the goodnight sincere. so i guess you were another messenger sent by the Great Spirit. and now I am back to status quo, to waiting and praying...
the promise of a friendship, despite my wanting it to go down a different road makes the goodnight sincere. so i guess you were another messenger sent by the Great Spirit. and now I am back to status quo, to waiting and praying...
Thursday, October 21, 2004
Feeling Small
a surge of feeling small came upon me today. the fact that one was chosen over me, seem to really affect me. why is it that I feel I am trying to compete for attention? when I very well know that I should be secured with who I am and what I can be. I'm not very proud at me when I start feeling this way. argh...
a wise saying I should prolly digest at this point is...
"It is one thing to allow one's heart to heal its wounds slowly, but it is quite another to sit all day in deep contemplation for fear of seeming weak."
--From Warrior of Light by Paulo Coelho
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Heart's Desire
Oh, Great Spirit grant that which is in my heart
Clear my thoughts and calm my heart
For the past has given it some pounding
Reconcile my emotions and intellect
But nevertheless perservere for a cause
For risks in life are constant
and this i believe deserves one
Clear my thoughts and calm my heart
For the past has given it some pounding
Reconcile my emotions and intellect
But nevertheless perservere for a cause
For risks in life are constant
and this i believe deserves one
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
You Will Be Missed
i've tried to put off me writing about this. I thought I can just let it go...but somehow it just wont go away. today while sorting out my yahoo photo album, i chanced upon his picture again. so here goes.
i couldn't really call you my close friend. but can say that you have been a part of my existence. from the handmade soaps, sanctum nights and those parties that seem to just leave us exhausted from dancing and boozed up. and who wouldn't forget Studio 54 at Greenbelt...we went from complaints to praises...who ever thought that would be my last memory of you.
weren't we all just having a great time with the music and the free beers that night. that was the weekend before I left for Siargao. i even invited you for some paintball when I get back. and that conversation we had about passing me on your cellphone since it was "the phone" i really wanted. and it would also be "the phone" that would make all other plans hanging...forever. is the world really this cruel?
the passing away of a person can lead us to realize alot of things we take for granted in our own lives. sad that you you left at such a young age...I would like to thank you for inspiring me to live life to the fullest and to constantly celebrate life day by day. I will miss you Joselu!!
i couldn't really call you my close friend. but can say that you have been a part of my existence. from the handmade soaps, sanctum nights and those parties that seem to just leave us exhausted from dancing and boozed up. and who wouldn't forget Studio 54 at Greenbelt...we went from complaints to praises...who ever thought that would be my last memory of you.
weren't we all just having a great time with the music and the free beers that night. that was the weekend before I left for Siargao. i even invited you for some paintball when I get back. and that conversation we had about passing me on your cellphone since it was "the phone" i really wanted. and it would also be "the phone" that would make all other plans hanging...forever. is the world really this cruel?
the passing away of a person can lead us to realize alot of things we take for granted in our own lives. sad that you you left at such a young age...I would like to thank you for inspiring me to live life to the fullest and to constantly celebrate life day by day. I will miss you Joselu!!
Friday, September 17, 2004
Child-Like Enthusiasm
Odd how the picture of the guy I like becomes my computer’s wallpaper. Could it be my way to hang on to the memories? To be reminded of him constantly? I guess so. What happens then when I take it down?
Tonight I take his picture down. Since I don’t have orca pictures, I have replaced it with dolphins to remind me of the element I am comfortable in…the water. As I swap it I tell myself, it’s time to surrender to destiny once again. I confess to the fact that there was an attraction with this wonderful man. It is not everyday that I get to meet anyone like him. Someone who sincerely made me feel taken cared of. Brings me to the thought that maybe I am searching for that certain kind of kindness.
They call it a mother’s instinct, but I have always been looking out for people. I find fulfillment in it, but somehow I get to a point that I long for its reciprocation. A powerful realization and confession on my part, yet it is the truth. Once a man shows me that sort of attention, I melt and it never fails. Call it a soft spot. But the usual challenge is to be able to distinguish the genuineness of that show of sensitivity. Sadly, to some men it is nothing but a mere performance. But after meeting him and his friend I found the refreshing burst that sincerity is still possible.
With the new company up, I need to focus on our vision. And with the inspiration of you I give it a go. I now sort out that my job is reality and you are the inspiration. And when fate brings us together, then only will I really know if my feelings for you are what it seems to be. For now I content myself with the memory of a man that shared the child-like spirit. Someone who genuinely knows how to take care of a woman. You are a scarcity in this earth, and I am fortunate to have met you. Indeed what matters in this life is the company and friendships we have and then we can turn any situation into a party.
Tonight I take his picture down. Since I don’t have orca pictures, I have replaced it with dolphins to remind me of the element I am comfortable in…the water. As I swap it I tell myself, it’s time to surrender to destiny once again. I confess to the fact that there was an attraction with this wonderful man. It is not everyday that I get to meet anyone like him. Someone who sincerely made me feel taken cared of. Brings me to the thought that maybe I am searching for that certain kind of kindness.
They call it a mother’s instinct, but I have always been looking out for people. I find fulfillment in it, but somehow I get to a point that I long for its reciprocation. A powerful realization and confession on my part, yet it is the truth. Once a man shows me that sort of attention, I melt and it never fails. Call it a soft spot. But the usual challenge is to be able to distinguish the genuineness of that show of sensitivity. Sadly, to some men it is nothing but a mere performance. But after meeting him and his friend I found the refreshing burst that sincerity is still possible.
With the new company up, I need to focus on our vision. And with the inspiration of you I give it a go. I now sort out that my job is reality and you are the inspiration. And when fate brings us together, then only will I really know if my feelings for you are what it seems to be. For now I content myself with the memory of a man that shared the child-like spirit. Someone who genuinely knows how to take care of a woman. You are a scarcity in this earth, and I am fortunate to have met you. Indeed what matters in this life is the company and friendships we have and then we can turn any situation into a party.
Sunday, September 12, 2004
I'm Officially Missing You
your face is the first on my mind when I wake up...
and the last to leave my subconcious as I succumb to slumber...
i know not why you have this effect on me.
every waking moment the image of your sweet smile fills my thoughts
and if I had the power i would wish for you to be here
to fill my day with laughter and inspiration
yes I am a bit hooked. a weird effect by a man I had known for a very short time. yet in that brief period I felt something, beyond attraction for him. i cannot describe it. he is part rogue and part little boy. with an attitude that just seems to draw me even closer to him. when he is in his sport jersey he a boy at play. in jeans and a shirt, he's my rogue, a man that imspires me to be better. i want to understand why fate has to keep us apart. and draining as it is, i know there is a good reason. and even if the questions abound as to reciprocity, i know that I am willing to take it a step at a time.
and the last to leave my subconcious as I succumb to slumber...
i know not why you have this effect on me.
every waking moment the image of your sweet smile fills my thoughts
and if I had the power i would wish for you to be here
to fill my day with laughter and inspiration
yes I am a bit hooked. a weird effect by a man I had known for a very short time. yet in that brief period I felt something, beyond attraction for him. i cannot describe it. he is part rogue and part little boy. with an attitude that just seems to draw me even closer to him. when he is in his sport jersey he a boy at play. in jeans and a shirt, he's my rogue, a man that imspires me to be better. i want to understand why fate has to keep us apart. and draining as it is, i know there is a good reason. and even if the questions abound as to reciprocity, i know that I am willing to take it a step at a time.
Monday, September 06, 2004
HANGOVERed
what would you call the feeling that you long for someone the whole day? and the song "officially missing you" takes a whole new meaning.
yes, i have been stung by the so-called "bug" once again. and somehow this time it really made it's way deep, too deep that all efforts to shake it off has just resulted to exhaustion, physically and emotionally. now i'm dazed and confused. and honestly I am at a lost on how to effectively handle this. all i can say is..he got me at hello (dang! there's goes my drama once again)!
yes, i have been stung by the so-called "bug" once again. and somehow this time it really made it's way deep, too deep that all efforts to shake it off has just resulted to exhaustion, physically and emotionally. now i'm dazed and confused. and honestly I am at a lost on how to effectively handle this. all i can say is..he got me at hello (dang! there's goes my drama once again)!
i guess i would just have to ride this through. and who knows Siargao may bring some surprises. Otherwise...I'm packing for Malaysia soon!
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
The only way to live life is to wake up each morning ready to face an infinite possibilities of what the day might bring. One can never be prepared enough; it's simply accepting and believing that we were given this soul for a purpose. And everyday is a step of a journey to finally knowing what it is.
There will never be an instruction manual on how to live one's life. We just have to go through it and feel what it has to offer. We get hurt; we learn and simply continue on. Its making the most out of every experience that goes our way. Disappointments, frustrations and bad decisions are part of the adventure yet it shouldn't be a reason to give up.
Maybe I write this to convince to myself. Because after a while though you believe in the journey, your character becomes exhausted with the daily ordeals you have to face. So I need to remind myself that it's all part of it. At times I feel the urge to raise my hands in defeat, and yet my spirit doesn't allow it, and so through daily musings I encourage myself to pause and then continue on the voyage
There will never be an instruction manual on how to live one's life. We just have to go through it and feel what it has to offer. We get hurt; we learn and simply continue on. Its making the most out of every experience that goes our way. Disappointments, frustrations and bad decisions are part of the adventure yet it shouldn't be a reason to give up.
Maybe I write this to convince to myself. Because after a while though you believe in the journey, your character becomes exhausted with the daily ordeals you have to face. So I need to remind myself that it's all part of it. At times I feel the urge to raise my hands in defeat, and yet my spirit doesn't allow it, and so through daily musings I encourage myself to pause and then continue on the voyage
Saturday, August 07, 2004
Slow down you crazy child
You your so ambitious for a juvenile
But then if ur so smart
Then tell me why are u still afraid
Where's the fire what's the hurry about
You better cool it off before you burn it out
You got so much to do and so may hours in a day
-from the movie "13 Going 30 "
Disappointment and frustration arise when one fails to accept the situation that they are in. They fight the current and end up exhausted from all the aimless fluttering and kicking. What one forgets is that life will always be about changes and transforming oneself with it. It might be easier said than done, but realizing is always a start.
Now I know how it is to be on a verge of depression.
You your so ambitious for a juvenile
But then if ur so smart
Then tell me why are u still afraid
Where's the fire what's the hurry about
You better cool it off before you burn it out
You got so much to do and so may hours in a day
-from the movie "13 Going 30 "
Disappointment and frustration arise when one fails to accept the situation that they are in. They fight the current and end up exhausted from all the aimless fluttering and kicking. What one forgets is that life will always be about changes and transforming oneself with it. It might be easier said than done, but realizing is always a start.
Now I know how it is to be on a verge of depression.
Friday, August 06, 2004
I feel as if I am drowning in uncertainties. So much of it abounds in my life, that all I aspire for is to surface from them…alive.
Once again my vision is clouded, that even the path that lay ahead of me is obscured. I live a day at a time, reactive…instead of proactive. I feel I am paralyzed. This is when frustration and disappointments can triumph over one's spirit, and I refuse to succumb to these two. I believe there is more to me and I have to get my act together.
Once again my vision is clouded, that even the path that lay ahead of me is obscured. I live a day at a time, reactive…instead of proactive. I feel I am paralyzed. This is when frustration and disappointments can triumph over one's spirit, and I refuse to succumb to these two. I believe there is more to me and I have to get my act together.
Friday, July 30, 2004
circle of women
a circle of women that awed the political playing field....definitely beauty and brains...
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