11.09

So many thoughts flit through my brain all day long.  Sometimes I wish I can capture all of them in a page, in a bottle...somewhere else so that I may access them again.  These fluttering thoughts rush through so quickly that sometimes I am unable to grasp their significance until later.  I don't have the best memory either so trying to remember most of these thoughts is moot.

I need to carry around something where I can put these thoughts down.  I'm not the best at that though.  Maybe I need to try harder.

11.08

I'm bored.  Take off your clothes. - Talbot (to Eric)

11.07

i've finally picked up my writing hat and put it on again.

i have more notes now and the story is starting to take shape.

i hope i actually pull this one off.

fear of failure is my biggest obstacle.

11.06

this is me taking control of my life. what the f* have you done lately? -Wesley Gibson

11.05

Show's over motherf*ckers. -hitgirl

11.04

oh my abandoned blog

how sad that i don't even have time

to ponder or to write

no time for me

where does my time go?

where does my life go?

what path am i taking?

which way does it lead?

i don't even know anymore.

11.03

The lost art of conversation.  People are so engrossed in tweets and texts that hardly anyone can spell or write a complete sentence anymore.  It really is quite sad.  I'm glad that I am not of this age and I was educated in the Philippines (better primary and secondary education than most of the U.S.).