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everyday is day of discovery. everyday is a struggle to maintain peace. everyday is a blessing. everyday is a joyful opportunity to live life.

everyday is today.

**weirdnezzz**

What are five things that most people don't know about you? 
Submitted by mika.

1. That I'm half extrovert. I can be as loud as I want to be sometimes. But actually this clown has always been reclusive.

2. I'd rather make my own clothes than wear the ones that are sold in the market. They don't seem to fit my body and I in return am not comfortable as well.

3.  I'm depressive. This must be because of the lack of seretonin in my system. This has been my problem since high school.

4. I may have Dyscalcula.  I used to think I was really stupid but this seems to answer my life-long query. I have this disability.

5. I really am shy. XD. It doesn't show. But I am. :P

I just recently found out that people have to sign in for a VOX account just to comment in VOX blogs. I figured it would be difficult for some covert readers (hehe) to comment, and so Blogspot was the likely candidate for the new home of the DeSanggria sisters.

Thanks, VOX. I really loved your customizable templates and all, but it just wasn't meant to be. LOLZ.

See you in my New World! ^_~

i find it interesting that people around me worry about the same shit that i do:

love, money, sex, self-confidence, family and work - not necessarily in that order, but you get my drift......

and its not really about finding people who are more miserable than me... rather, its the realization that everybody goes through shit. we just go through diff ways of handling them. shit happens, but we move on. AND we dont let things from the past ruin our future. to not lose hope is very important.

hmmmmm.

i feel lighter these days. not the "lighter" empty=lighter, but "lighter" relieved=lighter.

ewan ko ba.... the ball is rolling, baby. i am not going to let anything stop it.

amidst the erratic onslaught of anxiety attacks that i have been experiencing the last couple of weeks. i realized something:

i am growing up.

its funny really. when i was a little kid, i thought growing up was simply physical maturity. you know, you get rid of the diapers.... then the school uniform... til finally adult life would set in and would simply consist of family, friends and work. but here i am, 24 years old, and still "finding" myself. and you know what? i am now pretty comfortable with the fact that i am not perfect. i am not beating myself up for it.

hmmmmm... how could i have known that sometimes, when things get a bit too complicated, the answers to life's questions are quite simple? and that letting go is sometimes the best way to go?

hmmmm. i know i still have issues that i need to face. there is so much more that i have to learn. and in knowing that, it makes me feel a lot lighter.... i have a chance to make this life worthwhile.  

the realization that there is a lot in this world that i can experience, and the awareness of the fact that i owe it to myself to do what i need to do to discover my abilities and limitations makes me feel..... alive.

i think for the first time in a loooong time, i can confidently say that i am starting to live my life.

im living again. can you believe it? i have found faith again :)

*cheers*

What modern book do you think will be read in high school by the next generation of kids? 
Submitted by Tom.

well im not sure if it is for kids... but i would like to see milan kundera's the unbearable lightness of being on the list of books to be read.... and maybe a couple of pablo neruda's works as well. hihi.

I’ve been contemplating about a few things for the past week, and I’ve come to realize that I’m not as good a writer as I thought myself to be. It’s not that I’m fishing for compliments or what, but I’ve been having this feeling of inadequacy for years now. I’ve read other people’s writings and frankly speaking, they’re far off better in writing than I am, although ironically, I’m in this line of work.

Aside from my earlier post about wanting to become a full-fledged travel writer, I’ve been meaning to become a fictionist as well. Of course no one can just simply “become” a fictionist with a mere snap of the fingers, but I’ve been so frustrated with myself on why I cannot seem to produce something decent to be even considered as such. Blame it on the fact that I’ve always wanted to write a novel but couldn’t.

I don’t think my being a chronic slacker is the reason why I can’t finish a story. Usually, I already have a beginning, a bit of the middle, and the end part of a story, but the nitty gritty detail of actually piecing the whole puzzle together is what’s bogging me down. Try as I might to slave away, in NaNoWriMo for example, I can already foresee that I won’t make the 50,000 word count requirement because of a matter of details.

What’s really irritating me more is that a new story plot’s been swimming in my head since last week…it’s driving me crazy! I’ve suddenly developed this insane idea of hanging out in the mall to observe people. It’s like my brain’s seducing me to write it all down, but I wouldn’t want to start on a crazy project knowing that I’ve only got a beginning and a few smatterings of details to work on. That’s it. I don’t even know how I’m going to develop the characters without sounding too cliché-ish.

I really am sorely tempted to begin to write, but I’m scared of disappointment (and frustration) if I end up not finishing this other story yet again.

Hi guys, I'll be closing Babble Bible from now on because things have been difficult to manage with so many post plans..haha. I'll still be active here, though, in order to read my vox friends' entries.

I've also opened a new fandom journal that is much more manageable (because I placed strict parameters on myself) but it is over at Livejournal now. The name is Sleep Bubble. If anyone has an lj and would like to add it, I'd be happy to add you back.

Bye bye guys, and thank you! XD

I have completely ruined my perfect attendance for the month of May when I went home almost two hours ahead of my official call time. I've been feeling whoozy since yesterday, after inevitably catching the virus going around the office. I took precautions, drinking anti-flu medicine after every four hours, but to no avail. I went to work this morning, still feeling under the weather. I thought I could breeze through the day without anything complicated happening, that was, until I felt colder than the usual and my head grew heavy.

I was officially sick by 10AM. Great.

Nevertheless, I was able to finish the more urgent stuff I needed to do at work, logged off at 4:10PM and went home. I was lucky my brother was within the vicinity of Makati so we went home after grabbing a quick bite at McDonald's.

I did miss the after-work dinner meet with officemates though, if ever that pushed through. I'd have loved to hang around with friends at work, but alas, this blasted virus got the better of me. I still feel kinda sick, though not that serious unlike this morning. I hope to feel a bit better tomorrow so I can head off to TriNoma this weekend.

Speaking of which, has anyone seen that new Ayala mall right across SM North EDSA? I hope to drop by an take a peek; I heard the interiors looked really spiffy. Well, that's Ayala malls for you.

Have a great weekend, people! ^_~