Symptoms of Cretinism

Finally, I have a job. Thank God. It still remans to be seen of course, how I'm going to fare and how long I'm going to last, but at least I've got a start. I guess that's all for now. I don't want to count my chickens before they hatch.

Sigh. I hope I get the job tomorrow. Im quite sick and tired of lying around the house doing nothing, or being given something to do by my parents - some sort of chore, or chores that involve a lot of sweat and being bitten by mosquitoes many, many times. But I'm more sick and tired of not having money. How many times have I looked at tech sites and stores and wanted that latest piece of hot technology? Then I look into my wallet and then reality hit me like being doused with ice-cold water in the middle of the night - I can't afford any of them. Sigh. I know, I know, I'm being materialistic. But thats not all I want in life, excuuuse me. I want a lot of other things like a good wife (I pray this one's the "one;" it really feels like she is) and a family, and to one day sit on a rocking chair, all old and shiveled up, holding my equally aged wife's hand and watching our grandchildren play in the yard. Then I'm going to smile, and thank the Lord for he

I wish i wrote this, but I didn't. Happy reading! They had grown up next door to each other, on the fringe of a city, near fields and woods and orchards, within sight of a lovely bell tower that belonged to a school for the blind. Now they were twenty, had not seen each other for nearly a year. There had always been playful, comfortable warmth between them, but never any talk of love. His name was Newt. Her name was Catharine. In the early afternoon, Newt knocked on Catharine's front door. Catharine came to the door. She was carrying a fat, glossy, magazine devoted entirely to brides. "Newt!" she said. She was surprised to see him."Could you come for a walk?" he said. He was a shy person, even with Catharine. He covered his shyness by speaking absently, as though what really concerned him were far away--as though he were a secret agent pausing briefly on a mission between beautiful, distant, and sinister points. This manner of speaking had always been Newt&#

Hay nako. Ang hirap talaga ng walang trabaho. Hindi pa nakatulong sa sitwasyon ko na nadukutan ako ng cellphone sa LRT nung nakaraang Linggo. Tae naman. Well, ano naman ako, sineswete? Kailangan ko ring maranasan na mabiktima ng petty crime dito sa Pilipinas. Natural lang yata na mangyari yon kahit kanino. Syempre, hindi pa rin nakakagaang ng loob yun. Pero wala na naman akong magagawa, tapos na yun. Bakit ayaw sa akin ng trabaho? Oo, alam kong nakakaraket naman ako dyan sa tabi-tabi, pero iba pa rin yung meron kang regular paycheck tuwing quincenas, di ba? Madami akong pangarap sa buhay, at higit sa kalahati ng mga yon, kailangan ng pera para matupad. Syempre meron namang iba na hindi masusukat ng pera, pero bukod na yung mga 'yon sa usapang 'to. At paano naman ako magkakapera kung wala naman akong trabaho? Asa pa akong susustentuhan pa ako ng mga magulang ko. Swerte pa 'ata ako na hindi pa nila ako pinapalayas sa bahay. Magaling naman ako. Base sa kalidad ng mga nababasa

If there's Monday blues, there's Sunday blues for me. Of course this 'phenomenon' doesn't happen every Sunday, when I'm supposed to be worshipping God and all that; it's just today. And before I start to babble and blab, I'll make it simple: It all boils down to how much i miss HER. "OMG", you say, "What a 'baduy' first entry." "Oh well," I say, "This is MY blog, isnt it?" So. back to all this missing HER business. It's really new to me, this feeling of how much I miss her; I've never felt this sense of loneliness and aloneness when she's not with me. That I've had four previous relationships doesn't seem to matter. I miss her terribly, I miss her like I've never missed anyone before. Yes, yes, I know how I sound, thank you very much. Ugh. It doesn't help that my co-workers have decided to ressurect that age old (non-existent, believe me) issue about me and the resident simpleton