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.

Insomnia

On weekdays You wake up. Clean up, dress up, go to work. then you arrive from work, clean up,  pray and go to sleep. On weekends there's cleaning up to do, chores to get out of the way, ministries to attend to until the weekdays start again. And then you come home, lay your head on your pillow, and, because you can't sleep, think.

You always hope that tomorrow would be different, that something would happen--a crash of thunder, a bolt of lighting, a sudden flash of inspiration, an epiphany, anything-- that would shake you to your core and make you sit up and take notice; something that would make you realize just what it is you're supposed to be doing with your life, what your plans ought to be, what you should be doing to achieve those plans. You pray for wisdom, and yet even as you do, you battle for faith, every moment a fierce struggle between all you think you know and all that you see happening around you.

On the Eve of 23: A Place Like Here

Weird how I've managed to convince enough people into believing I don't actually have a birthday. I guess some people think its a religious thing, although I'm not a member of the Iglesia Ni Kristo which is the only religion I know that doesn't celebrate anything. (I could  be wrong, of course, so don't take my word for it.)