sometimes i like talking when no one is listening. but not as much as i like listening when no one is talking. i need a breather. cut the crap, please.
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sometimes i like talking when no one is listening. but not as much as i like listening when no one is talking. i need a breather. cut the crap, please.
i went to the beach again this weekend, and brought amber along. click on the picture for more! i don't have too much to say this time, i've just been really busy with work and i try to have fun when i can. the drone of everyday life really has this cynical way of creeping up behind you and numbing your senses from all over. once in a while, you really just need to take that break from the picture so you can see it from outside the frame. and that's when i vent on this blog and post lots and lots of pictures. haha!
there is a big chance that i will be going to random beaches the next following weekends. puerto galera pics are online, check it out.
life is good. :)
today marks the first day in a string of five that i haven't consumed anything alcoholic. not to say that my soul is saved however; the closest semblance of intoxication today consisted of sleeping the whole day like a frikkin pig, and now i'm awake with a bad bad case of boredom. only a few more days separate me from the holy week vacation.. to unwind and vegetate further into an incomprehensible blurb. man, i'm bored. where is my sidekick? i need to be saved.
its a great night.
i went hardcore overtime, and left my office at 930pm. i'm "investing" time, trying to figure out a visual basic program that would virtually ELIMINATE my job. while doing monkey robotic labor this afternoon, i realized that this is really an insult to my intelligence, and the exact words that were flashing in my mind were "WHAT A WASTE OF HUMAN CAPITAL". and so i stopped what i was doing, and opened roy's visual basic book to search for answers. its taking awhile, but if i succeed, the project hires of tomorrow will forever love me. well, not really, but i'm just trying to save our dignity as people who should be spending time actually THINKING about more relevant stuff.
more relevant stuff, like elevator girl. and so on my way down, i'm reassessing the direction of my life. 930pm on my way down to the lobby. the elevator stops midway. and then someone comes in. YAY!
so we chitchat for awhile, and its funny because i see in her eyes that shes really really tired, and its not just the physical exhaustion, but there's that spiritual uncertainty about what shes doing. i really wish she knew that i liked her. maybe someday i'll let her know. we had an interesting conversation, and i'd really LOVE to sit down with her next time and nitpick her. *siigh*
afterwards, i had a couple of beers with my idol tiosex at big sky mind. and boy, did he give me a run for my money. my new motto: "are you paying attention?"
and here's one for contention.. thats kinda off tangent: "you don't make friends by making out with them."
two cents?