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1. Spit it out :: I confess
2. Shadow :: lurking
3. Database :: management
4. Expression :: Clear
5. Boss :: Demanding
6. Baby :: Blues
7. Mystic :: River
8. Kate :: jealous
9. Boobies :: Breastfeed
10. Raid :: Police

White Christmas

When I woke up in the middle of the night, I felt cold. We really can’t deny that Christmas is just around the corner now. It was drizzling a few minutes ago, adding to the cold breeze of the morning.

When I was in college, I remember planning to work somewhere cold, a place where it snows. Maybe it’s the Asian in me. I wanted to experience it not just on a vacation but like an ordinary citizen of a country that snows. Weird of me?

Well, I have yet to experience a white Christmas. Next year, I think…

Countdown to Christmas

It just a few weeks before Christmas. Less than 40 days now, in fact. Are you excited? Can you actually still feel the holiday spirit considering the state of our economies these days? What are your plans?

My family and I will probably spend Christmas day at my grandma’s house or visit my mom’s grave. Of course there will be the usual Noche Buena but we will not really go all out on the 25th.

What about you?

Walking in the rain…

Have you ever walked in the rain? I remember this girl who was so enamored with this guy from her past. He was there all of a sudden, dragging her everywhere. They’ve reminisced about the good, old days. Talked about the future. Yakked about their respective love lives. And the lack of it now. They were laughing like the little kids they once were. It was a time when both of them were willing to open up and let the other person know about every thing that happened while they were away from each other.

But when the rain stopped, life went back as before, when he was not with her. The walk in the rain is now a thing of the past. Relived when melancholy sets in.

Unconscious Mutterings 110208

1. In love :: with love
2. Be my guest :: tonight
3. Number one :: fan
4. Swallowed whole :: indigestion
5. 50 percent :: effort
6. Made in :: China
7. Supplement :: diet
8. Right for :: you
9. Endless :: love
10. Ceramic :: tiles

Fascination with death

When I was still in my teens until in college, I remember being so fascinated with death. What goes on after you breathed your last. Is there really a heaven or hell? Is there really a benevolent God up above?

I often discuss death with friends and with older relatives. I believe the fascination, as I call it before, stemmed from witnessing death at a young age. A great grandparent died when I was still a young girl and I saw him dead, to be picked up by the funeral people. My brother died at the age of 15 when I was in college. And a couple of deaths in between.

But then, I realized that focusing on death instead of life itself pushed me into lapses of depression. I’ve decided to be as positive as I can be.

Playing paper dolls

I remember when I was a kid, I loved playing paper dolls. I don’t know if you experienced playing it but it was so much fun it brings out the creative in you. You can make your own dresses and accessories which I did. Life was so much simpler before. And less costly.

If only I could have saved my old paper dolls… I would have been convinced that I was once creative

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1. Magical :: Kingdom
2. Shrimp :: Paste Yum!
3. Project Runway :: fan
4. Economy :: slump
5. Porch :: Screen
6. State of affairs :: rundown
7. .com :: mogul
8. Fifty cents :: rapper
9. Ripping :: sound
10. Bull :: dog

Reminded me of mom

A new template from Agi of Grumpy Cow. Do you like it? The reason why I bought this template is that, whenever I see this in Agi’s site, it reminded me of my mom and me when I was a little girl. Obviously, I loved my mom. And now that she’s gone already, anything that will remind me of the good times is welcome.

I am sorry for being too late on posting this one. Busy offline life called.

Great week everyone!

Shameful text messages of the past

I was dropping cards when I saw this post by Skippyheart.

I remember that time I was so desperate to get in touch with an ex. It was pathetic! I texted him using a different number, claiming to be someone close to me, sending messages guaranteed to make him jealous (in my mind anyway). And he responded each time I texted, concerned about me. But there was this one text message that made him think it was actually me texting. He was right, of course. I stopped texting after that. I was ashamed of what I did. I did not tell him that it was me. But it was obvious because I didn’t answer him after the discovery.

I know Skippyheart’s post is romantic and I am recalling a negative period in my life. But the post reminded me of it.