I want to play sims...
Mar 23, 2012
Mar 20, 2012
If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda
This Used To Be My Poem For You.
Well, at least until I forgot about this poem
and sometimes, forget about you too.
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If you forget me
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little...
Mar 15, 2012
I'm 32 Today.
So, this is how 32 feels like. It doesn't feel any different. I still feel the same inside, but the number is so intimidating. It forces me to come to terms with things in my life.
What Have I Learned at 32?
At 32, I have learned to like myself. Oh, I am not at all perfect, but I have learned to be truly comfortable with who I am. It doesn't mean, however, that I will be complacent. There are some things that I can still change...
Mar 8, 2012
Ranting: 03.08.2012
God, I'm so tired. I am not cut out for this. I've realized that I do not EVER want to be a businesswoman. Erbe revels on this however, but I hate it. I HATE IT. I hate waking up early and I hate sleeping late. I hate dealing with people and worrying, constantly worrying. The thing is Erbe loves this, but I end up with the ugly tasks, mostly scolding people. I don't know how many times I've scolded people the past few days. People have come to hate me. When I used to be "Tere", now I'm "Ma'am". See? That's how bad it is! ...
Mar 3, 2012
Staring At The Monster
Sometimes, bad things happen to people you love. Often you'd find yourself pretending that it's not really "that bad" or that the monster will just go away. Sometimes, you end up with a really stubborn one that refuses to let go. And then, for a single second, it happens. You find yourself staring at the same truth that you've been trying to ignore. I'm staring at that now. My daddy is sick. He's not perfect, but he's my father. He has his eccentricities, but he taught me one thing � faith, absolute faith in God. And...
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