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This is the estrogen talking (Sunday, January 28, 2007)

You know, I had plans once. Lots of it---big, ambitious, some crazy, some too selfish, some actually generous. Plans that I would go over my head again and again, because I thought they were pretty great and I believed I can do them if I just try really, really hard. They weren't perfect, but they're mine. They're my goals and my dreams. But in life, things never go your way. There's a proverbial glitch to everything. Something always happens which you cannot undo or control. Even if you want your plans to materialize so badly, they just don't. And then you stop caring and start being afraid.

2:04 AM
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This is my first post of the year (Wednesday, January 03, 2007)

A late merry Christmas and happy New Year, blog world. Peace and love.

Minus the part where I had to work while the entire office enjoyed a weeklong paid vacation, the unexpected death of a dear uncle, and being home alone most of the time, it was a pretty ok holiday. My family is still intact and healthy. I still have a home. I still have friends, one in particular helped me through my work slump (thanks, I owe you). I was showered with holiday cheers and greetings. I still received gifts. We had food on the table. And I'm still alive despite being "un-fun" at times. There are really more things to be grateful for than to complain about. Besides, it's Jesus' birthday and the freaking New Year; I think no amount of asinine selfishness can spoil that.

In between working, I leisurely spent my "break time" daydreaming, sleeping, watching TV, and reading (I finished a book, woohoo). The rest was allocated for a bit cleaning, making refrigerated cake and fruit salad, and a little serious thinking. I didn't attend any parties, didn't go on a getaway trip (or leave Manila for that matter), didn't touch alcohol, didn't see a decent fireworks display or even a good movie. But not once did I find myself bored. I guess another thing learned here is that in whatever given situation, there's always something to entertain yourself with.

2006 has been fairly good to me albeit challenging and frustrating because of the (still ongoing) transition period from student to worker ant (in which I'm still hung-up). I was employed twice, though neither job is great. But at least I have the better part of the year to remember-wonderful and not fleeting memories of graduation, Varsi, thesis days (sans the whole "working on it" part), summer outings, and mindless meanders. It's an even square I guess. Hopefully this year, I do something about the professional aspect of my life, so I'll have good memories from that too.

This is what I like about year-enders and beginning a new calendar, it at least gives us a chance to hope and expect for something better.

12:54 AM
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"If I rest, if I think inward, I go mad" - Sylvia Plath

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