Day 3: On and On

nothing much today. Worked around 10 hours and participated in my first creative brainstorming session for my communications firm.  The belief that I could exercise innovation, and get paid for it, hasn't really set in yet.  After the debauchery at my other marketing internship, imagination became so capital

I want to read more.  But i think I need a place to read. Or maybe first a place to live 

Day 2: On Weed

I used to constantly wonder what everyone "smoked two joints in the mornin'" for, but I've grown content with the fact my body doesn't appreciate the effect.  It leaves me somewhat lonesome, but productively so.  The only negative side effect of me avoiding the pothead life is my increased affinity to alcoholism.  But, whatever

I write, therefore I drink

and I'm still procrastinating over coffee.  

Day 1: On Procrastination. Again.

What I have is not so much of a conscience, as it is a ridiculously comprehensive memory that refuses to stop swarming.  So what some may mistake as random acts of gratuity, are really instances of my mind unable to avoid thinking of that task.

hanging in gelato, scarfing down a not-from-TJ, TJ-hotdog, and experiencing a spastic amount of writers block. Sooo sorry if Maybach's and Birkin's don't excite my soul.

Sherwin and Chen won't stop talking about China.  As interesting as one-child laws and Maoism are, I need to focus. 

New project: post a day. today is day 1 

edit: will try to do this 100 days in a row, for my life is infinitely interesting. please note heavy sarcasm and self deprecation.  

long time, old friend

I've been a little mia. With friends, in the blogosphere, in the filipino community. I think it's my desperate need to detach from everything every few months or so, in order to reevaluate and grow. That, or I'm quite transient when I have no housing. Either way, I'd like to think I'm back

I've been blogging about the most insignificant things for 944 lately. I posted a largely hateful rant against facebook-politicos who spend more time advocating the fbook facelift than anything of actual significance. While I believed everyword I put, my conviction was severely lacking. I've also bloggged about Palin over five times, and still don't know too much about her.

School's starting, and for the first time, it's not my number one priority (ha, I kid). In fact it's probably more around number 4 on the important list, making way for my 2 jobs and 1 internship. I think next quarter will be a delicious hell, chocked full of energy drinks and panic attacks. Hope the boyfriend is ready for my bipolarity, though with everything we've already been through, don't have much to worry about.

Summer has transformed since the summer of childhood. The pool visits are replaced with 15 min breaks from full time gigs, the bikini has evolved into three piece business suits. It's nice, but, responsibly so.