Things become special
when you think they
are
special. Because
you
are the one
who gives the
meaning.

Advisory and registration instructions for a (month-long?) company sportsfest were sent out last Friday.

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It's been 20 months since I last played basketball (if ever I do get to join).

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Time to set my screwed up priorities straight again; even for just a month. :p

As far as I can recall, whenever I ask myself why I write, my answer doesn't change that much - it relaxes me, it helps me practice my vocabulary, it clears my mind, it arranges my thoughts, and I like the feeling of accomplishment I sometimes get afterwards ( Read more... )

Several days ago I closed down my site leaving a note on the home page: "Looking for BadZ`..."

Last night, I realized I found BadZ` already.

Beneath memories I was able to uncover how it was, and I was able to compare to how it is - and ultimately I was somehow able to choose how I want it to beHe is still direction less, and quite lost, but at ( Read more... )

It was almost midnight, almost Friday ( Read more... )

My monitor broke down several months ago (I can't even remember when it was exactly) and my cousin was kind enough to lend me his old one ( Read more... )

Awake at midnight, in front of the computer.

Peace. Harmony.

Just like old times.

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I miss the old times.

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First of the month. Five down, seven to go.

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June used to be about new beginnings despite familiar surroundings - at least back when I was still studying. I long for that same thing this year.

And yet another month of not blogging that much.

Not that I still can't "catch-up" with the "post counts", but still... 20 (?) days since my last post...

*sigh*

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I refuse to give up trying though.

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Maybe I still want to continue believing that if asked "what do you do?", my reply would be:

"I write."

Sometimes we forget who we are, rather who we really are, as we go with the endless flow of life's waves that take us everywhere - up and down we go ( Read more... )

Just a thought that came to me before going to sleep last night:

"We usually believe that there's not enough time for ourselves; but the truth is, sometimes there's just not enough of "ourselves" for time."