mixture of my mind
ano daw?
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::my past life diagnosis::
You were female in your last earthly incarnation. You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Sumatra around the year 1675. Your profession was that of a seaman, cook or carpenter. Your brief psychological profile in your past life:As a natural talent in psychology, you knew how to use your opportunities. Cold-blooded and calm in any situation.The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:The timid, lonely and self-confident people are everywhere, and your task is to overcome these tendencies in yourself and then to help other people.
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Monday, July 05, 2004
funny completely to something look back on memory that your refreshes.
There isn't really much to say, except that, I still think... a lot. Though it isn't as bad as I thought I should have been thinking of so many and complicated things. I thought, I might as well put this sometimes-overboard-meditation into good use, and think that it's rather healthy.
Some of the important things that happened this week: July 1 at 4:30am, broke up with Wayne and realized that yes, loving someone is more of a chance than a choice. If it were a choice, then I'd be indeed going round and round in circles. Though this time, it hurt. Maybe it hurt when it was time for me to leave Noel and Judes, but hell was it easy to forget.
I felt so tired. Really tired. Tired of trying. Of taking chances. Thinking THIS COULD BE IT. It's time to give myself bigger challenges. Something appropriate for my age. I should take my time.
Saturday, watched a pink film at the UP film center. It was the most dragging art film I've ever seen in my entire life. "Love is colder than Death". The movie itself was even colder. That wasn't the point, though. It was a time for yet another...but good...meditation. God I miss Mommy. So much.
Went to BED, met up with Marv, and Demo and Gil. Got bored and went home after an hour or two. It was one of the most vague feelings to have in the club. Numbness and boredom. In easy terms, loneliness...again. I miss Wayne.
Oh! June 29. Tuesday. First birthday without her. We went to Tagaytay. Had brunch at Sonya's garden, where we almost became goats. Then off to the People's Park in the Sky, which amidst the hard rain and wind, was marvelous. Then played bowling, and I beat them both! I had fun.
What's next...
Monday, July 05, 2004
Saturday, July 03, 2004
| How to make a francis kevin |
Ingredients:
1 part intelligence
1 part ambition
5 parts beauty |
Method:
Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Add lovability to taste! Do not overindulge! |
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