wish list

new iPod
new laptop
Have my own place
iPod Dock or Edifier
Have my hair dyed blue
Suzuki Swift
travel to Japan
go to Bora
more bags and shoes! :)
save and earn money
Have a merry Christmas this year

sand

andy best drummer
kaye anti-social
kei hang time
motie spongebob
nic mrs. johnny depp
tapel light my fire
ye X piracy X

mine kinky
panget si vincent

kubo

acy alya anjo anna arianne bea sales berna ceska chippo danielle esme eia fatima issa izell jan juno katwo leo migui monic monte paeng pastar poj renchie rianne russ sam trogi the pogi

sea food

bamboo cambio chicosci itchyworms kjwan nARDA parokya ni edgar sandwich urban dub

bob marley no doubt the darkness

magic899 NU rock1075

puka shells

google yahoo friendster myspace photobucket hi5 blogger pinoy chords happy tree friends ultimate guitar

henna tattoo

jordi labanda carolina herrera stella mccartney dolce and gabbana kate spade marc jacobs betsey johnson

nostalgia

November 2008

October 2008

September 2008

August 2008

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Sunday, June 26, 2005
Sick as a dog

Yes, I'm sick. I have cough and colds. Damn you AIR-CON! Hahaha.

I'm almost done with Tuesday's with Morrie. It's a sad, sad book and yet I can't help myself from turning the page and continue to read more. It's content is very important to me and to those who are like me who are afraid of dying.

Tis true, in the book, Morrie said our culture does not practice us for dying. It is always for the betterment of the country and our world. That is why we are very drawn to the material things. What do we dream about? Being rich, you might say. Being rich will give us many more material things that we so much "idolize". And so, how do we strive to reach our dream? Work. Work work work. Until we become workaholics. And by that, we have no more time to think about life. We always work for tomorrow, for our boss, for our company. And by the time we get to our sixties, we are retired. Money can't buy me time. Money can't buy me friends. To avoid thinking about those things, we still find ways on how to work or just things just to focus ourselves with aside from life and death. By the time we are touched by a disease in our seventies, we know it's time to die. We get worried and scared because we can't handle our businesses anymore. We have an appointment to go to tomorrow. We have a business trip or whatsoever. You can't help yourself from just sitting down in your lazy boy and think about life. By being workaholics, we don't have friends and families to go to us and visit. No one's there that means so much to you to take care of you because what means so much to you is work and material things. Until we rot, we died with a trace of scare. We are never prepared. What if today is my last day? Am I ready for it?

I heard the door to Morrie's study close. I stared at the TV set. Everyone in the world is watching this thing [O. J. Simpson trial], I told myself. Then, from the other room, I heard the ruffling of Morrie's being lifted from his chair and I smiled. As "The Trial fo the Century" reached its dramatic conclusion, my old professor was sitting on the toilet.

--- A funny anecdote I read form the book. :)

Am I ready?

Yeah, I think so. I can't wait to have no problems and be worry-free. I also can't wait for the explanation of my life.

Death, come and get me, get me, get me.

Hahaha.

But seriously, get me.

:)

Aloha

4:07 PM

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