The Perfect Day

She wondered at his apathy. There he was, shrugging his shoulders, a corner of his mouth upturned, his hands in his pockets.

Would you say something? She wanted to scream at him. How can he be so calm, so sure, so unaffected? Was she the only one worried about what the news implied about the future?

Hyperbole

She looked out the window at what she had done and wished for death.

Cold sweat poured from her forehead. Her breath came in short puffs as she struggled not to make a sound, as she crouched beneath the kitchen window. She was trapped, tired and terrified, unable to think of a plan of action.

Her knees shook as the car headlights shone bigger on the opposite wall.She prayed that he wouldn't notice what she had done. The car door opened and slammed shut a moment later. She closed her eyes. Oh please, oh please, oh please don't let him notice.

 I can't wait for the movie. Have you seen the poster?

Single Word Sympathy

I have always found the word "condolence" to be a bit puzzling; a reason I have for not using it when expressing sympathy for someone who's dealing with the death of a loved one. To say to that person, "Condolence, (person's name)." somehow feels like giving an incredibly thirsty man hot chocolate to drink; its a nice gesture, but a glass of water would've been more appropriate.

Kids

I've always been frustrated by the fact that I know very few kids who could be goaded into doing something like those on the videos. I've never dreamt of becoming a film director, but I've always been fascinated by the creativity (not to mention perseverance) that goes into creating even just a two-minute video.

Two Williams

I was reading through a blog and in it saw this video.

Google Translate Fails and Meddlesome Folk

I just typed the word "pikon" in Google Translate and it insists that in English, its "harmony".

Oh, the irony.

Why did I attempt it? E kasi napikon ako. And I wanted to say it. But how am I supposed to, now? (Okay, so I'll tell the story.)

Frustrations

*sigh*

Quarter-life Crisis, or What Am I To Do Now?

I've recently learned that Tito Chino's wife is going to New York City to work. She'd been hired by...an accounting firm, I guess (I didn't get the details) and she'll be leaving on the fourth of February. She already has an apartment in, if I'm not mistaken, Manhattan, and once she's settled in my uncle will follow.

This is great news for them, since I think they're potential is wasted here.  Hey, they are two of the most patriotic people I know, but when there are dreams to reach and mouths to feed, and you have opportunity like this knocking on your door, the only thing to do is to answer.

A Song Triggers A Closeted Hopeless Romantic To Pretentious Jabber

While listening to morning radio, I heard this song by Train, and immediately started sighing.

It's a times like this when I wish I'm more "girly".

Uncle Anecdotes: Sneakers vs. Ice Cream

Upon learning that my uncle--let's call him Tito Chino, in honor of his prominent chin and the fact that the last two letters are the beginning of his real name--was hanging out in Megamall, I cut my train trip short and decided to meet up with him.

In the middle of the casual insults we greeted each other with--all in good fun, mind you--I mentioned that Converse came out with a limited edition Dr. Seuss series.

Ah, Google Image Search. You never fail to make me drool.