Saturday, December 04, 2004


And so I am, after a couple of weeks of deadlines (StingyCo and factory), storms (damage wrought by Yoyong: 4 potted plants and 1 capiz parol), some Greenhills trips (at least not as bad as Divi), a bum stomach (what's new), a new book (Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell), finding out that the pseudo-date BB suddenly hooked up with a new girlfriend (that was fast), and putting up the Christmas decorations here at the homebase. I've missed quite a lot, it seems and now have to spend the rest of the evening catching up. Yes, I am pathetically at home on a Saturday evening.

Books for Less, Greenbelt. There is this woman in a flowing black printed dress who looks like this designer I see on TV. She is youngish, around 35, but she smells like something quite old, like tea rose, only a little muskier and mustier. I get the beginnings of a headache each time I cross her path. There are some people whose scents terribly clash with yours. Since the olfactory nerve plays an integral role in my everyday life, it just gets me thinking that I won't be able to get along with these people just based on their scents. It's not that they smell bad, I just can't stand their smell, their perfume. And if our scent choices are extraordinarily clashing, perhaps our personalities are, too.

Walking around, Greenbelt. It's not particularly fun, walking around aimlessly because two of your best friends suddenly changed plans. Sometimes you even get the feeling that it's downright sad. But you can't be mad at them, not when one's 7 months pregnant and the other's in a weird phase in her relationship with her great love. But what can you do, you love these people, and even though you've been stuck window shopping (frustrating, because I always want to shop with money) for three hours you still wait, and when you see them, you're happy to see them. Because for husband-less, boyfriend-less you, these are some of the moments that make you happy outside your content solitude, and you treasure these moments.

Appleby is also alive again (yay!), and she has posted something by Ralph Marston, originally posted on Go Where You Want:
Many of the things that bring you down are of your own choosing.

You choose them because you assume there's nothing better available to you, but there always is something better.

Many of the things that bring you down are just old habits that you've never managed to break. You assume they are a permanent part of you, but they are not.

Sure it takes some effort to find and make better choices. Yet those choices are indeed there, and once you begin to find a few, a whole lot more will suddenly pop into view.

Yes, it takes time and commitment to overcome a destructive habit. Once you do it, though, you'll feel like you can take on just about any challenge, and you'll be right.

Think about who you really are, and what you truly want to do with your life. Let your best vision of who you are, and of who you can be, guide the choices that you make every moment.

Life can be easy, haphazard and empty, or it can be focused, directed and full. The choices you make will make you who you choose to be.

Take heart, and take responsibility. Man, it's so hard.

Last Song Syndrome : Run - Kitchie Nadal

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