new scheds for review class officially starts today and i’m feeling queasy about it. *sigh*
i hate break-up news. i hate it when two people who used to love each other dearly fall out of love from each other. i hate it. i truly, truly hate it.
i can’t express myself in front of other people. i suck.
and i am so procrastinating lately. yeah, life is short, so i gotta procrastinate more (agghhh!! i am a sarcastic little freak)
to do or not to do. whatever. i’m lazy. so, shoot me.
*shooting the lazy freak*
ackkkkk!!!!!!!!! fine…i’ll lift my fat a** and do what must be done.
wahhhhh!!!!!!!! i’m still not doing it. =p
Life’s short, and this is your wake-up call by: Mary Schmich
Published May 11, 2007
They’ve taken down the Gold Coast billboard that said, “Life’s short. Get a divorce,” but the hard truth remains: Life is short.
We all need daily reminders of how easy it is to fritter away our fleeting tour of the planet, so here are a few more billboards I’d like to see around town:
Life’s short.
Make that call.
Life’s short.
Write that letter.
Life’s short.
You’ll live longer if you fix that thing that’s driving you nuts.
Life’s short.
Too short for bad wine, bad coffee and uncomfortable underwear. But there’s always room for “American Idol.”
Life’s short.
Embarrassing e-mails live forever.
Are you sure you should hit “Send?”
Life’s short.
Don’t waste another day with a hangover.
Life’s short.
Spend less time looking in the mirror and more time looking at the sky.
Life’s short.
When was the last time you watched the stars?
Life’s short.
Get TiVo.
Life’s short.
Too short to figure out TiVo. Just get rid of the TV. But not until “American Idol” is over.
Life’s short.
No point sniffling for Melinda and Blake when Jordin wins. You’ll soon forget them all.
Life’s short.
Don’t waste it arguing about “American Idol.”
Life is too short to finish boring books.
Life’s short.
Get over it.
Get over the grudge.
Get over the sorrow.
Get over the fear.
Get over your parents.
Get over the memory.
Get over the disbelief that on the cosmic clock your life lasts barely longer than a cough.
Life’s short.
Shorter now than when you started reading this.
Life’s short.
Be ready to die.
Life’s short.
Stop making excuses.
Life is short but there’s still time for breakfast.
Life’s short.
So am I.
What’s wrong with short?
Life’s short.
But never too short to help a friend.
Life’s short.
Good weather is shorter.
Go outside.
Life’s short.
But there’s no need to rush.
Life’s short.
Lengthen. Your. Breath.
(Billboard footnote: According to some ancient yogis, we’re each granted a limited number of breaths in life. The more slowly you breathe, the longer you’ll live.)
Life’s short.
Do you really want to watch that rerun of a rerun of that sitcom rerun?
Life’s short.
Show your neck and knees while you’re young.
Life’s short.
How much of yours will you waste at a computer?
Life’s short.
Yours is longer than some.
How short is life? It’s long enough to read “Our Ancestors’ Short Lives” by the great Polish poet Wislawa Szymborska, which ends with this line:
“Life, however long, will always be short. Too short for anything to be added.”
i hate my underlying anxiety.
i hate that i fret so much over small things.
crap!
NORWEGIAN WOOD
Haruki Murukami
translated by Jay Rubin
i was making an inventory of my paperbacks and hardbounds when i spotted this book at the bottom of the box. i thought for a moment what was the story all about, then flipping the pages, the gist of the story came back to me and i asked myself, why the hell did i bought this book. well, i found top 3 reasons:
1. it was CHEAP (Php 20.00)
2. the title was interesting; and
3. the cover is screaming: BUY ME!!!
so, of course i bought it last september 2, 2002 (almost 5 years ago). when i first read it i never really thought about it much. for me it was the usual love story, how could it be different from other romance novel i’ve read? i guess, it does not contain cheesy lines. it depicts reality of a person who fell in love. my favorite line in the book is this:
“i know why naoko wanted me to never forget her, because she knew i would.”
i wish i could freeze time, so that even for a brief moment, i won’t have to think about you.
tell me lies, i dare you. but i won’t buy it anymore like i always do.
because you think i don’t know you can fool me?
i don’t know whom to trust anymore.
i am already shattered. broken. what’s the point of pretending to be whole when i know from the beginning i was never complete?
pretense was never easy. i wish i could fool anyone but myself. whom am i kidding?
you think you’re alone in this bloodless war? NO. we are right behind you all the time. you just don’t know or you simply chose to deny our existence?
whatever. i’m tired.
i bleed too, just like you.
have you ever had that feeling of knowing yet not knowing at all?
everything’s so blurry. you wake up, do chores, sleep then wham! another new day again.
it’s tiring right?
i felt like an inexistent being with the walls closing in, darkness consuming me. and i feel like i’m going to succumb to the nothingness of the world.
confusion.
i’m having that a lot. and i don’t like it a bit. but what is a world without the confusion and chaos?
peace.
i want it so bad. but i can seem to find it. perhaps, i’m too busy searching that i haven’t really noticed it.
beating around the bush. running around in circles. repeating cycles.
it
only
comes
back
to
this: life is so ironic.
living with two grown men is tiring. aka: my two older brothers.
they left plates on the table. they don’t care about the toilet bowl.they don’t wash dishes and definitely they don’t clean the house.
my brothers are sexist.
they think that because i’m a girl i should do all these things.
arrrggghhh!!! i hate them.
i need focus. my mind seems to wander on its own. i can’t concentrate in my review class. i kept thinking of stupid things. though, i’m feeling better than yesterday, there are still remnants of those worries i have last week that kept on bobbing in and out of my head.
i’m tired. but i’ve already rested.
my mind needs to sleep. but i’ve already overslept.
my schedules are messed up, i’m procrastinating than ever and i’m done thinking. i’m trying to understand myself. i’ve been in solo flight for two weeks now and i love it.
