A Thousand Names

So I asked, why do girls/ladies/women need to write a guy’s name over and over and over again? Perhaps it’s some kind of disorder XD

And somehow, we get some kind of satisfaction from doing it, even if momentarily. 

Writing his name, over and over and over again. 

Picked Up

Was it melancholy? Sadness? Longing?

I am not quite sure because I don’t think I picked any of it up. Perhaps I was also wrapped up in my own thoughts and emotions.  

Top 10 Things I Associate with the Summer Heat

When the summer is hot like it is now, I am very much reminded of certain things. Not all at the same time, though

1. XXXholic (the anime)

2. Oblivion (as in Oblivion the game, not oblivion - oblivion)

3. Japanese food delivery

4. Nightswimming with old friends

5. Storing all my colognes, body sprays, and lotions in the fridge >.<

6. Diner Dash 2

7. Mexican food, particularly burritos and nachos

8. Afternoon naps 

9. Late night TV

10. Spending time in the garden in the evenings (^^,) 

What do you associate with the summer heat? 

Meeting

My selves are kind of… arguing. Hindi naman heated argument, pero may point of discussion. However, I am too tired to join them or even sit down as a spectator. Hayaan ko silang mag-argue dyan at mag-discuss ng sila sila lang. 

It’s about my saiai pa lang ha. They’re not even getting started on the Third Seat, whose name will be My Artificial Sweetener at certain times. Kungsabagay there’s nothing much to discuss about that, saka medyo ako yung may slight confusion dun. My other selves naman are the ones letting me wallow in it. Not that I’m wallowing, but basically they let me… have my monologue. 

Hay naku. Pagod lang ‘to. Daming work, plus I have other stuff to do, and the “points of discussion” ng mga selves ay nakakadagdag pa. Plus, ang hirap magdraw ng line kung alin ang considerable theories about the Third Seat at alin ang conjured up ng mind(s) ko na sobrang far-fetched.

Well. Bakit kasi sila ganyan. :’( Lahat sila. Then I end up with my monologues. 

(Syempre, hahayaan akong magdrama kasi maya maya lang parang wala na namang nangyari and then I’m back to my cheerful and warm self again. For the next few minutes or so, though, I am just letting my heart sigh away all its… aches.)

Hitler Dream

I was listening to Radio Iodine and when I heard “this Hitler list that runs my life.” I suddenly remembered the dream I had last night (or this morning, since I slept at 3 AM).

I was in a classroom and i was panicking. It was the first week of classes; I think I was in some law school. I then found out that my classmates did an advanced reading of the book the week before, so they had a good grasp of the first topic already. Then I got even more terrified when I realized that our teacher was HITLER. I was trying so hard not to be seen, and didn’t want to look him in the face. 

Oddly, the entire dream was in black and white, even though I normally dream in color. 

What do you think it means?

New Pens

So as I mentioned last Sunday, I went out to buy some stuff, and will post some photos of the pens I bought

I bought five.

 

I love milk

 

Laundry

 

I love their colors!

How about you? What did you do on the last Sunday of January?

Toast

Do you eat powdered French Toast?