Less than three weeks before the third lap ends.
Weeks to go before the dreaded final exams week. Courage must be earned and time should not be wasted. It is better to over-prepare, I think, in this sort of thing.
4 DAYS AND A BACKPACK
adventure would end in a few hours. whew! :)
Extended bus ride and a few blocks and I’m here. A few blocks walk and a bus ride and I’ll be home, again.
Quirky, you can call me that.
Quirky, you can call me that. There are perks for being one. First, no one will hit on you. That is a very cheap way to survive, being single. Reason, you won’t spend money on dates, phone charges, and all those things couples spend their money on. Second, you get special treatment because they assume you are special (or different, the extreme of which is crazy)—that you might do something extraordinary or extra-dangerous, both they want to avoid. Third, you always feel awesome about yourself because you are not like everybody else. While the state of quirkiness deviates from social conventions, some ideas produced by the mind are better than the approved societal norms. Terrific. Fourth, people assume that you are too friendly, like a plant although you are not. You earn friends that way: some are keepers, some are for the black plastic bag. I just realized how quirky I am these past weeks or forever but I did not notice. Still, being a plant is better than associating myself with the most terrible characteristic—being human. (or am I too human to show how vain I am through this post).
A Daily Dose of Cockamamie
Penny Lane has been my blog name from the day I came across Tumblr. I ask myself now, “Why change it?” I mean, nobody cares about it anyway (except for buhaynikookai and a few others for they read my blog, I suppose). I don’t intend to but given the type of things I post here, “A DAILY DOSE OF COCKAMAMIE” is more appropriate. Since I don’t go with what is appropriate most of the time, I would not change the blog’s name. This post is now moot because of the previous sentence but still, it’s a decision I made today. yay!
Lists and Regrets
Starting to ask myself why would I create a list which would remain as it is because I won’t do anything written on it. I won’t do any of the things written on the list because of reasons. Reasons, reasons, reasons (money usually). I should just write vanity cards instead. Things I need to do before I die are not too extreme like sky diving or bungee jumping but they require hard work, motivation, and determination—things that I don’t possess (or I do but I’m not there yet). Another question, why do I think about these things when I’m broke? I regret that I did not do my best in my previous job. I added that on my list last time. Did not happen. Despite the sleep-deprived nights and reduced study time, I remained the same broke out-of-work person/plant. I can’t even pay for my internet connection which explains my succubus-like presence here. I need to stop. The brain worked against me, again!
There and back again.
Sorry Mr. Baggins for using this phrase again. But literally, I was there and in a few hours, back again. Honestly, I would have been lost if not for my dad’s effort in meeting me in that jungle. It’s a stressful 18-hours if I would think about it but seeing my family there and meeting Max for the first time is the best 18-hours of this week! I hope that Max would grow up to be ninja-like and awesome! :)
Legal forms and cases are waiting for me though. These are the orcs of my law school life.
Be careful with what you say. Words can break or make. Part of a poem I learned as a child which is engraved in this dysfunctional memory of mine. Still, words make up this whole effed up system I consider life. Either they break or make, I have to deal with words but words are not enough.