It was only a few months ago that I learned about Henry, and immediately got attached to his adventures, his beliefs, and his thoughts and principles.
It's heartbreaking to find out that the diary created to help him and his father remember featured its final entry.
But what's more heartbreaking is the reason behind it.


Reality takes a sad turn..

when i tried posting Artbot&Turdle, i realized one thing..
i'm out of space.

waaah! that means i won't be able to upload my works here. dum de dum.. seems that i won't be able to finish the Art and Know sections.. dum de dum..

artbot + turdle + old markers.
done when i received the package with The Hypothetical small package.




[click on image to see the full drawing]

busy end of the week.

thursday : rest day!
went home straight from my graveyard shit. fell asleep on the bus. arrived Home a little before 11 am. went to the town proper to post DD. mindswapped with ruhyan for a bit over msn. went home. slept. woke up at 6pm. went to the opening ceremonies of a seminar to be hosted by my *spiritual daughter.* read 6 full pages of an intro before the attendees (raspy voice, sniffs and cough intact). went Home; arrived at around 11pm. talked a bit my Ina before going to sleep.

friday : post "rest day."
Ama and Ina woke me up at around 7am to say goodbye and give me goodbye kisses. stayed in bed til 9. watched tv. itched to do something artistic (or worthwhile). looked around the house and noticed the mess. did nothing about the mess. went to town to post DD. went home and prepared self for trip back to work. Ama and Ina arrived as i was about to leave. said goodbyes. stopped by at megamall to continue the search for the kiddie books i've been looking for. found them! [smile] but wasn't able to get enough copies. went to the top floors and checked out the art galleries. saw new paintings of Ang Kiukok and Agustin Goy. [side note: even though i see a lot of art on the web, nothing could still match the experience of seeing the huge paintings up close.] bought cookies, linseed oil, and lots of glue sticks. [i just had this great idea to keep a glue stick in my bag so that i'd have glue everywhere i go. umm. yeah.] went to work and arrived just in time for my 12hour shift.

saturday back to back 12 hr shifts.
arrived at the semiHome from work at around 8am. work was stressful. [the kind of 'stress' that involves calling up the boss and the boss' boss at night, doing 'underground' work.. twice, not being able to eat during breaktime, and giving them updates in the morning.] slept. coughed a lot while sleeping. overslept. prepared stuff to be taken home. arrived at work at 7pm [an hour late]. ate yesterday's cookies [which i totally forgot yesterday. found them in my bag as i was preparing my things for work.] missed my highschool friend's wedding [which was at malolos].

after this shift i'll be heading Home again to give a little talk at the seminar and head back for work later in the evening.

go me.

When i was still studying i couldn't go out as often as i want to with friends coz
      a. i live an hour away from Manila;
      b. i'm short on gimik funds.


If ever i go out i have to start saying my goodbyes by around 9pm. The fun hasn't even started yet and i'm already dragging my body to the nearest bus terminal.

Now that i'm earning my own money and can afford to go out and stay late i still can't because of my work sked. It's not fun to work 6 days a week and not be able to hang out with the people i want to be with. Thanks to my weird hours and no-you-can't-take-a-leave-this-week work policy i missed the weddings of 2 of my highschool closer friends and it seems i'm going to miss another this coming saturday. Kit planned a subic gimik for the t.e. people this weekend and there's no chance i can join them too.

Life has its twisted ways..

Realizing the imbalance of certain areas of one's life is an anxiety-filled experince. While half of you becomes eager to make the necessary changes to bring back the balance in your sytem, the other half is disabled by fear of the unknown and justifies the resistance with the phrases 'being practical' and 'being realistic.'

I'm a chicken being practical and realistic. And it's not fun.


[mental note: i think i should start writing a grateful journal just so this issue won't bring me down.]

Twenty things. Twenty people. Twenty days.

*Blink, Blink*

gasp! Blogger is not blocked!
oooooh! i hope i hope i hope websense will never block it again.

(you know i'm not breathing, right?)

i'm impatient and i insist on showing the hip menu bar on top even though the links would bring you to a dead end.
well, not all the links. words and b[links] are *almost* finished.


so there.
*grin*

Happy Birthday, sweet lady Tiff! *Hug*

Spider-Man can save me from trouble any time.


well, never mind that the only big trouble i get myself into is being late for work because of traffic and even at that i don't think he can save me due to the lack of tall buildings in this city, so we can't just swing fom one skyscraper to another. but it's still comforting to know that the current hero of my choice wears a cool costume and has an awesome butt eye for photography.



:[ thanks for the movie treat, Kit :) ]:

Websense is now blocking Blogger. this means i can update this journal


a. whenever i visit an i-cafe and
  a.1 i feel like blogging;
  a.2 i have something to write about;
b. once i have my baby assembled and can blog from the semiHome.



*sigh*

"Blogging can be a catharsis. It's an outlet on so many levels, for the frustrated, the disenchanted, the amateur or professional writer, the wildly prolific, the grieving and suffering, the idealist, the outrageously creative, the bored, or the royally pissed off."


Amen.

*stre-e-e-e-e-tch*

I'm finishing one of my projects. (remember the old old old list of projects? i'm still working on them! ugh!) This one involves a lot of trial&errors, well, mostly errors.. and a lot of typing and a lot of testing and a lot of forehead-smacking. oh, and stretching. *stretches once more*

Roomie and Patatas transferred their stuff - personal belongings, gifts form their wedding - at the semiHome today. Now we'll have a ref, a tube, shelves, a new table, oven toaster, rice cooker, roomie's *cough* pc, more kitchen wares and less less less floor space. I'm missing the old bare look of our semiHome already.. but maybe not when the tube is plugged in. *grin* Aaah, i'll be able to watch Friends and felicity and Dharma & Gregg and maybe even Daria and some music videos and catch Lourd on myx's Halo-halo (erm, i'm not really sure if the show is still on). I have a feeling the old list of projects will be folded and shoved to one dark insect-infested unreachable corner inside my head..

it's 11 a.m.
and all i can think of is my bed.

we parted early today. the boss called for an 8.30 meeting which ended at 9.30 am.
my shift starts at 2 pm.

i should still be at the semiHome dreaming away.. well, maybe not dreaming, but struggling to get up, pushing the snooze button for the 11th or 12th time.. telling myself it's ok to sleep some more coz i slept at around 3.

good thing though, it's a holiday! May 1 is Labor Day. while i sit here there are probably hundreds of workers protesting in front of Malacanang Palace. hmm, shouldn't we be celebrating it by working hard? heh. maybe not..