Monday, April 21, 2008
Thursday, April 17, 2008
VT
a year ago, a clearly disturbed individual took the lives of too many people on the virginia tech campus. shocking to say the least, gruesome massacre of so many people. the story of the elderly professor who used his body to block the door when the gunman came to their classroom, saved the lives of his students. i think he may have been a holocaust survivor too.
my mother watched the news while she was in ICU, after they performed quadruple heart bypass to save her life. she said so many people are fighting to stay alive, she was fighting to keep alive, and someone just took all those peoples. she was solemn after that, shook her head. she had looked so tired but she was still alive then.
rest in peace.
041708/1251hrs
my mother watched the news while she was in ICU, after they performed quadruple heart bypass to save her life. she said so many people are fighting to stay alive, she was fighting to keep alive, and someone just took all those peoples. she was solemn after that, shook her head. she had looked so tired but she was still alive then.
rest in peace.
041708/1251hrs
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
follow up?
ok. ok. ok. ok. ok.
going back to work on friday. so far, no anxiety flashes. but the dreaded knot is beginning in my stomach, again. and i'm proud of myself for not once checking my work email. yeah! i just have to do my laundry, pick up dry cleaning and make myself lunch. i'm going to try eating lunch at work again. a little apprehensive that i'll be working with only the newbies, you'd think after 4 frakkin years ....
smoking - yes i've had a few since i said a few blogs ago i must quit cold turkey. apparently i have no willpower, especially when natdog is waving one in my face. but don't miss it since i've been off. and not really looking forward to spending moolah on them either.
doritos - wtf, i can't find the smokey cheddar kind anymore! so i had bought one bag of plain old nacho doritos and it just wasn't the same. currently, kitchen is stocked with pirate's booty and baked crunchy cheetos. so sorta healthy, except for the tray of german chocolate with caramel frosting cupcakes on the counter! hahaha =P
boxing - i'm still narrowing it down to which punching bag to get. i'm a research consumer to the fullest and sometimes i just cannot sit here for hours reading reviews. but perhaps there's some package i can find with tape, multiple pairs of gloves, and bag with training dvd rolled into one.
self inflicted pain - where can i find a latin translator? and i need printer ink. plus my veins are really green.
sleeping - still not sleeping well but at least it's expected.
sleep habits - sleeping with the door open again, at least for the past week. not wide open some nights, especially if i can hear those yahoos snoring. even then open enough so shimmy can squeeze in if she wants to sleep on my bed, like she is now... curled up against paws. but either my pms is overheating my brain or there is actually a monster in my closet.
cleaning - making progress. beginning to breathe easier, not literally though. the weather's getting warm and my allergies are kicking up. i like organizing.
random thought: why do balding dudes or bald dudes get themselves a convertible and start driving around town like they own it? i'm sure some of the are just doing it for the simple pleasure of air, um, flowing through their hair so to speak and even then lessen your carbon footprint buddy... but do they really think they look cool? and are they wearing sunblock on their shiny bald heads because that's skin baby and you're gonna get burned.
1412 hrs.
going back to work on friday. so far, no anxiety flashes. but the dreaded knot is beginning in my stomach, again. and i'm proud of myself for not once checking my work email. yeah! i just have to do my laundry, pick up dry cleaning and make myself lunch. i'm going to try eating lunch at work again. a little apprehensive that i'll be working with only the newbies, you'd think after 4 frakkin years ....
smoking - yes i've had a few since i said a few blogs ago i must quit cold turkey. apparently i have no willpower, especially when natdog is waving one in my face. but don't miss it since i've been off. and not really looking forward to spending moolah on them either.
doritos - wtf, i can't find the smokey cheddar kind anymore! so i had bought one bag of plain old nacho doritos and it just wasn't the same. currently, kitchen is stocked with pirate's booty and baked crunchy cheetos. so sorta healthy, except for the tray of german chocolate with caramel frosting cupcakes on the counter! hahaha =P
boxing - i'm still narrowing it down to which punching bag to get. i'm a research consumer to the fullest and sometimes i just cannot sit here for hours reading reviews. but perhaps there's some package i can find with tape, multiple pairs of gloves, and bag with training dvd rolled into one.
self inflicted pain - where can i find a latin translator? and i need printer ink. plus my veins are really green.
sleeping - still not sleeping well but at least it's expected.
sleep habits - sleeping with the door open again, at least for the past week. not wide open some nights, especially if i can hear those yahoos snoring. even then open enough so shimmy can squeeze in if she wants to sleep on my bed, like she is now... curled up against paws. but either my pms is overheating my brain or there is actually a monster in my closet.
cleaning - making progress. beginning to breathe easier, not literally though. the weather's getting warm and my allergies are kicking up. i like organizing.
random thought: why do balding dudes or bald dudes get themselves a convertible and start driving around town like they own it? i'm sure some of the are just doing it for the simple pleasure of air, um, flowing through their hair so to speak and even then lessen your carbon footprint buddy... but do they really think they look cool? and are they wearing sunblock on their shiny bald heads because that's skin baby and you're gonna get burned.
1412 hrs.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
little things, a new saga
someday i'll be dead. and i'm too sporadic with my paper journals nowadays to keep an accurate record of my life. why write when you can type? btw, my hand cramps after a page. i used to be able to write pages and pages and not even have my hand get warm. so not used to writing anymore! =(
so little things, teeny tidbits of info about my life. there will be no structure, just your average mind dump. it's the little things that make every person unique.
- when i was little i used to drink OJ and milk in the same cup, at the same time so that my mother wouldn't have too many dishes in the sink. plus it was delicious. i did it today just to remember how it was & it was still fantastically good. i haven't done that in years!
- when i walked down to first floor, i keep my right hand on the rail & as i round out the landing i slide my hand to the rail posts and grip that metal bar hard with my right hand. this is to prevent any catastrophic falls down the last flight of stairs. this hand-rail coordination was brought on by a catastrophic fall down the last flight of stairs while bringing my laundry down. i could've blamed it on the cat but even shimmy's not that mean. anyway, the fall brought on a glorious era of ass pain for the next month or so. and true to my ways, i did not go see a doctor.
- i smell chi chi once in awhile, just for security's sake. chi chi is no longer sky blue gray but still lovable.
- to this day, still no assigned gender for chi chi but generally think chi chi is a he.
- chi chi has never been washed since i got him. upon my mother's suggestion to wash him, i said no he'll drown. she never asked again.
- i used to believe little gnomes or dwarves lived in rocks, mushrooms, flowers, and trees.
- i realized how small i was compared to the universe when i was about 5 yrs old, judging from how teeny tim's voice sounded that night. but i looked up at the night sky from outside our house in the PI, saw the stars and realized how far they must be and if i ever got lost, no one would find me. i felt like a grain of rice against everything else. ... then i was back to thinking about the dwarves in the mushrooms in our yard.
- i thought, tim did too, that the bird in the cuckoo clock had a whole separate life aside from announcing the top of the hour at our house. like he had an chair and ottoman and read the newspaper while he waited for the next hour. i'm still mad tay threw away the clock when we moved from belleville.
- i hate lint stuck in corners or crevices or any tiny spaces.
goodnight! 041408/1256hrs
so little things, teeny tidbits of info about my life. there will be no structure, just your average mind dump. it's the little things that make every person unique.
- when i was little i used to drink OJ and milk in the same cup, at the same time so that my mother wouldn't have too many dishes in the sink. plus it was delicious. i did it today just to remember how it was & it was still fantastically good. i haven't done that in years!
- when i walked down to first floor, i keep my right hand on the rail & as i round out the landing i slide my hand to the rail posts and grip that metal bar hard with my right hand. this is to prevent any catastrophic falls down the last flight of stairs. this hand-rail coordination was brought on by a catastrophic fall down the last flight of stairs while bringing my laundry down. i could've blamed it on the cat but even shimmy's not that mean. anyway, the fall brought on a glorious era of ass pain for the next month or so. and true to my ways, i did not go see a doctor.
- i smell chi chi once in awhile, just for security's sake. chi chi is no longer sky blue gray but still lovable.
- to this day, still no assigned gender for chi chi but generally think chi chi is a he.
- chi chi has never been washed since i got him. upon my mother's suggestion to wash him, i said no he'll drown. she never asked again.
- i used to believe little gnomes or dwarves lived in rocks, mushrooms, flowers, and trees.
- i realized how small i was compared to the universe when i was about 5 yrs old, judging from how teeny tim's voice sounded that night. but i looked up at the night sky from outside our house in the PI, saw the stars and realized how far they must be and if i ever got lost, no one would find me. i felt like a grain of rice against everything else. ... then i was back to thinking about the dwarves in the mushrooms in our yard.
- i thought, tim did too, that the bird in the cuckoo clock had a whole separate life aside from announcing the top of the hour at our house. like he had an chair and ottoman and read the newspaper while he waited for the next hour. i'm still mad tay threw away the clock when we moved from belleville.
- i hate lint stuck in corners or crevices or any tiny spaces.
goodnight! 041408/1256hrs
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Giddy-od!
you've been warned, BSG gushing and possible spoilerific fun to follow...
OMG. I cannot WAIT until the mini-series and all 4 seasons are in one glorious gift box. I am saving my pennies now because it's going to be spectacularly expensive. It will be worth it.
many, many great moments. the show continues to be the best frakkin one out there. I'm not even sure others should bother comparing themselves in terms of the story telling, character development, plot twists, etc etc. it's true, they have these great scenes, emotional, special affects, really sucks you in... then they play the opening credits. how could you not love it? afterall, it's not TV... it's BSG!
everything was great for 4.02 "he that believeth in me," of course. from adama telling roslin to basically frak off in so many words. baltar & his reaction to inviso-B, a new development in of itself. who's the 5th still? adama backing up starbuck behind roslin; he doesn't want to lose her again. lee's emotional sendoff to the original apollo's wingman, as labeled by starbuck. and sweet lords of kobol, lee and kara's goodbye. they didn't actually say goodbye but with him somewhere in the colonial fleet & her on the demetrius...'shippers, I think canon just ended. it was very sweet, and he kissed her and told her he believed her. 2 Adamas believing you is all a girl really needs. it seems all so frakked them on hiatus/being out for a year, all the new images and developments are a complete mindfrak. and the cylons! oh lords the cylons! they've split in two groups, killing each other. rebelling, playing god, ugh it's all so delicious.
for the die hard, k/l in me... well i'm gonna go skip back to fanfiction-land. where there are sunsets to walk towards with fat pilotbabies on the way.
fight 'em til you can't. 0132
OMG. I cannot WAIT until the mini-series and all 4 seasons are in one glorious gift box. I am saving my pennies now because it's going to be spectacularly expensive. It will be worth it.
many, many great moments. the show continues to be the best frakkin one out there. I'm not even sure others should bother comparing themselves in terms of the story telling, character development, plot twists, etc etc. it's true, they have these great scenes, emotional, special affects, really sucks you in... then they play the opening credits. how could you not love it? afterall, it's not TV... it's BSG!
everything was great for 4.02 "he that believeth in me," of course. from adama telling roslin to basically frak off in so many words. baltar & his reaction to inviso-B, a new development in of itself. who's the 5th still? adama backing up starbuck behind roslin; he doesn't want to lose her again. lee's emotional sendoff to the original apollo's wingman, as labeled by starbuck. and sweet lords of kobol, lee and kara's goodbye. they didn't actually say goodbye but with him somewhere in the colonial fleet & her on the demetrius...'shippers, I think canon just ended. it was very sweet, and he kissed her and told her he believed her. 2 Adamas believing you is all a girl really needs. it seems all so frakked them on hiatus/being out for a year, all the new images and developments are a complete mindfrak. and the cylons! oh lords the cylons! they've split in two groups, killing each other. rebelling, playing god, ugh it's all so delicious.
for the die hard, k/l in me... well i'm gonna go skip back to fanfiction-land. where there are sunsets to walk towards with fat pilotbabies on the way.
fight 'em til you can't. 0132
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
downed router
omg. i'm on someone else's [unsecured] network.
i thought the router was down but it's green across the board. then maybe my signal receiver is down but it picked up another network. i turned on tim's computer to see if it has signal from our router. turns out she doesn't either. [btw, she's going to charleston tonight. wtf, didn't we just come back?] so for some reason or another, the router is good, the computers are good and yet neither of them will communicate with the other.
so now i'm on someone else's network.
this may be God's way of saying get off the computer, get off your ass, and start checking off things on your to-do list.
sadly, half the stuff on my list involves the internet. eventually my ass will be the same width as my seat. hahahaha..!
quotable quotes from SF trip:
me and tim had just gotten halfway down lombard. we're chatting about how awesome it'd be to live on that street, except for maybe the constant tourist traffic. views are great blah blah blah. dawn comes up behind us, in a huff and says "what kind of asshole lives on this street?"
we're all so different if fucking great. 1306 hrs.
i thought the router was down but it's green across the board. then maybe my signal receiver is down but it picked up another network. i turned on tim's computer to see if it has signal from our router. turns out she doesn't either. [btw, she's going to charleston tonight. wtf, didn't we just come back?] so for some reason or another, the router is good, the computers are good and yet neither of them will communicate with the other.
so now i'm on someone else's network.
this may be God's way of saying get off the computer, get off your ass, and start checking off things on your to-do list.
sadly, half the stuff on my list involves the internet. eventually my ass will be the same width as my seat. hahahaha..!
quotable quotes from SF trip:
me and tim had just gotten halfway down lombard. we're chatting about how awesome it'd be to live on that street, except for maybe the constant tourist traffic. views are great blah blah blah. dawn comes up behind us, in a huff and says "what kind of asshole lives on this street?"
we're all so different if fucking great. 1306 hrs.
well i'm back
i temporarily ran away for the weekend, with my sisters. we went to San Francisco.
never been, it was frakkin awesome! tiring, but awesome. hopefully i'll get my directionless ass organized tomorrow and upload the pictures. i'm going to album it up on facebook. i think we got to do the things we wanted to; altho we did not get to actually see alcatraz. apparently tours must be booked ahead of time and in the spirit of spontaneity, um, we didn't do that. aside from flight and hotel, we didn't do much planning. we also did not get to ride the BART nor go take a picture on postcard row where the full house house is, i think. but we did ride cable cars, chinatown was 3 blocks from the hotel [smack dab in union square with the philippine center across the street no less, ha!], we hung out a fisherman's wharf ['hands down, best wharf ever' - tim], got a bay cruise, saw the bridge, even went to sausalito. and we got to board a wwII sub [i wanted to see, i paid fare]; we skipped the jeremiah o'brien warship as that would've eaten precious hours. maybe next time. also, we stupidly walked up Hyde St to get to Lombard 'the crookedest' St. Seriously, what's the degree incline of that street?! 'yes i know, my knees are coming up to my neck now' i told tim after she said the hill got steeper. my knees are still sore actually.... i'm sure dawn wanted to punch us in the face. then of course, we couldn't get a 'real' view of the crooked street so we bounded down the stairs like children hoping to catch santa on christmas morning that we were and took shots from levinworth st. after 10 min of bonafide tourist-type oohs and aahs and snapshots galore, we had to climb back up there 300+ steps back up to Hyde. if dawn had the energy, she would've killed us then.
we cabbed it back to hotel 480 after lombard. the cable car was taking forever and one already passed us. it ended up being cheaper taking the cab. we then [of course! and naturally!] found the yack in the crack on geary thru my phone's internet, hurrah!, and had ourselves some burgers. tim bought 4 car antenna toppers and my burger gave me the sh!ts. wtf, jack?! we got to the airport mad early where i shat some more. then it was back to jersey, on a red eye no less. *sigh*
i promised myself i'll write about this in my paper journal, chronologically anyway. with some doodles maybe. i was too tired then. btw, one cannot speak tagalog in SF as someone will overhear you and actually understand. there are ALOT of filipinos [and previas] in SF. i love it.
so many things to do tomorrow!
parting thoughts, damn it's cold in this room and i'm already wearing socks.
jiselle turned a year on this past sunday. i suck as a friend.
040808/0231 hrs
never been, it was frakkin awesome! tiring, but awesome. hopefully i'll get my directionless ass organized tomorrow and upload the pictures. i'm going to album it up on facebook. i think we got to do the things we wanted to; altho we did not get to actually see alcatraz. apparently tours must be booked ahead of time and in the spirit of spontaneity, um, we didn't do that. aside from flight and hotel, we didn't do much planning. we also did not get to ride the BART nor go take a picture on postcard row where the full house house is, i think. but we did ride cable cars, chinatown was 3 blocks from the hotel [smack dab in union square with the philippine center across the street no less, ha!], we hung out a fisherman's wharf ['hands down, best wharf ever' - tim], got a bay cruise, saw the bridge, even went to sausalito. and we got to board a wwII sub [i wanted to see, i paid fare]; we skipped the jeremiah o'brien warship as that would've eaten precious hours. maybe next time. also, we stupidly walked up Hyde St to get to Lombard 'the crookedest' St. Seriously, what's the degree incline of that street?! 'yes i know, my knees are coming up to my neck now' i told tim after she said the hill got steeper. my knees are still sore actually.... i'm sure dawn wanted to punch us in the face. then of course, we couldn't get a 'real' view of the crooked street so we bounded down the stairs like children hoping to catch santa on christmas morning that we were and took shots from levinworth st. after 10 min of bonafide tourist-type oohs and aahs and snapshots galore, we had to climb back up there 300+ steps back up to Hyde. if dawn had the energy, she would've killed us then.
we cabbed it back to hotel 480 after lombard. the cable car was taking forever and one already passed us. it ended up being cheaper taking the cab. we then [of course! and naturally!] found the yack in the crack on geary thru my phone's internet, hurrah!, and had ourselves some burgers. tim bought 4 car antenna toppers and my burger gave me the sh!ts. wtf, jack?! we got to the airport mad early where i shat some more. then it was back to jersey, on a red eye no less. *sigh*
i promised myself i'll write about this in my paper journal, chronologically anyway. with some doodles maybe. i was too tired then. btw, one cannot speak tagalog in SF as someone will overhear you and actually understand. there are ALOT of filipinos [and previas] in SF. i love it.
so many things to do tomorrow!
parting thoughts, damn it's cold in this room and i'm already wearing socks.
jiselle turned a year on this past sunday. i suck as a friend.
040808/0231 hrs
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Friday, April 4, 2008
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)