Amaranth Underneath

okay so i stand up and courageously passed my written essay wishing that it'll be accepted and be part of the contest. Gosh it took me a while just to finish it and a whole lot of courage to pass it. after i wrote the whole essay and all ready with the other creds. a certain feeling came over, a hesitant feeling, i call it the devil's syndrome. (made that one up obviously), i was like, okay i don't want to join! i was torn in two, after the time i spent, a lot of negative feelings came like i don't believe in myself again, but good thing i was able to pull myself together and really decide to pass it. right now i have a lot of negative feelings in me but maybe it's just part of it. i just really hope it'll be accepted. I didn't look at my job alerts for a good two weeks to finish this. well anyway whatever happens, it's okay. Failure is an attempt to success.

Raining Hard on Tuesday afternoon, not usual for hot April Day. Yesterday i happen to turn the t.v. to the Oprah Show and it was about finding Inspiration on young achievers. all of them became successful in such a young age, and their secret.. Follow your dreams. Know what you want and Find a way to do it. then i began thinking, with all my braincells... what is it that i really want to do? does it necessarily mean that it's where i excel? thinking... thinking... thinking... and im telling you until now i haven't come up with a single thing that i know i really wanna do. it's a bit frustrating. yes. and getting all my energy. we'll leave that behind, i will be able to realize that one day.. i decided to join the nestle essay writing contest. i have finished two complete drafts, but i feel like it's still incomplete. something's missing. and i know now what it is. it's easy for me to write without a drive. but it's great when i write with it, it comes ou...

I just finished reading Sydney Sheldon, never thought I would actually BE ABLE to read it and finish it. It was on my shelf for like a year and a half now I thought at first it was boring and then it came tome when I was about a quarter finish that it was actually exciting and a good one. Has been my most prolific reading season, read Stone, Ruth Francisco, Sheldon and Cahill in less than a week. I also realized something (that even if i don't mean it and i don't intend it) my readings belongs to a certain genre, about women, stories about their childhood to death, divinity and humanity, timidness to sexuality and a never ending search for love and self (and all of those i don't intend). Sometimes i really wonder how does that happen, how in the hell does the books i buy, without even reading the synopsis and just "got it and bought it" all belong to the same genre. Hughton's murder of Beatrice, The Joyluck Club, Belladona, Houses of Stone, Like Wate...

it took me, a whole year to remember again. and finally. do i want to speak of the miracles of the Lord's divine transformation, not really, no, i don't want to talk about His divinity, i'd rather talk about His humanity, i mean you know, how He lived His life here on Earth. His kindness, His tolerance. Listen here's what i think, I think we can't go around measuring our goodness by what we don't do, by what we deny ourselves, what we resist and who we exclude. I think we need to measure goodness by what we embrace, what we create, and who include... -Chocolat (2000) the name of my favorite chocolate. that i never had again after that night. April 1, 2009 (3:19am) in my pc. but (2:10am) in our clock and (2:05am) in the real world.

can u see it in my eyes? no. i have a pretty small eyes for u to see. i hate this, there's nothing to do. and my head is gonna blow any moment until i know there's something i can do. i hate waiting. this is the worst part of our existence. waiting for things to happen. preparing until u know you didn't prepare enough . this kinda season is what i hate the most. the reaction of my body transitioning from a very busy week to an almost nonsense days. it's raining again. and it calms me. last march 17 2009 it rained too. and i dreamt of that day a month before it happen. i have a very very very light and almost powerless esp, but when it does strike, it really happens even if it take years to come. right now i want to be away. to be gone for a moment. i never trusted myself. but i do things i never thought and i never appreciate myself. i only know what i have achieved from other people. but within me, there's nothing. to me i am nothing. i always got things bad. i ha...

i have never been so inspired in my life than this day. im awake for more than 19 hours, but i never regret the decision i made. i attended our recognition day earlier this morning, and though it was hell early i still managed to get up and go. while sheila and i were on our way to LRT, i noticed a lot of people swarming around hurrying like ants to get where they needed to be. i told myself, how and where in the hell does this people get the strength to wake up so early and go wherever they need to go with such "i am not thinking about what i am doing, my body knows what to do" approach. i was stunned. not because i have a laid back attitude but because of the thought that does these people ever get the chance to thank God for this day, when all they do is hurry? i don't know but i am still puzzled. we were early. very early. the recognition was quite long but i really love this message from the priest who delivered the prayer "...and although you might doubt yourse...

MIB : Majin, I & the Blogs Thursday March 05th 2009, 9:06 am Filed under: My Sentiments “Feeling appreciated is one of the most important needs that people have. When you share with someone your appreciation and gratitude , they will not forget you. Appreciation will return to you many times” -Steve Brunkhorst It has been a night of Blog, Frustrations and Friendship. Tonight, I’m so grateful for MAJIN’s appreciation for a simple line i brought across her blog. The blog she has,was so cute but deeply sincere. I’ve red a couple of lines of her so called diary, and I’m shocked too that her blog seems to be also a part of her day, her week, her months, all over her years. For the two of us, a BLOG truly signifies our Weakness and Strengths, Courage and Guts and Emotions and Sentiments. MAJIN is a very charming person. Always smiling and of course, “A Legend in a Making”. If I can describe her as a friend, as a person, and as a blogger, it will be “ASTONISHIN...