prodigallyyours

when everyone becomes a poet.

Thu, 12 Feb 2009 20:28:50 GMT

At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet. ~Plato

Since my LJ entries are getting fewer and farther in between,
I figured I'd take advantage of this window of time to wish everyone,
no matter the status or situation,
single, taken or its complicated,
Happy Valentine's Day.

Kicking off the New Year with a little bit more optimism than usual

Wed, 07 Jan 2009 04:11:26 GMT

Ok, so this is a double post. The first being on mymusicrightnow, but still I've got to make up for the past few crappy months of on-again, off-again blogging. So a double post is okay for now.

So anyhoots. I'm starting off this year with an oomph/zip/zoom/bang. Well, maybe a little less bang and more hush than oomph, but you get the idea.

School is around the corner, again. And with it are the grades. *crossing my fingers for good grades* But behind me, were some of the best days. And some of the days I wished I was a little more prepared for. All in all, a good year, yeah?

2008's gone, but not forgotten. Let's give this New Year a shot.
Here's to having a good year to you, to me and to everyone.

cuz, I know you used to DDR. :P

Sat, 20 Dec 2008 13:23:08 GMT

The Bird & The Bee - Love Letter To Japan

thank goodness!

I've been waiting for their new album for ages and now its here and ready to release next month! woo-hoo!

X-mas does come early!

getting caught up

Wed, 17 Dec 2008 19:37:45 GMT

Finals is over with and so is the stress right?

Nope.

With a little less than three weeks to "enjoy" myself, I'm left wondering what it was that I used to do before I did what I had to do....

Well, there's photos right? then there's the whole baking thing that I do, then there's the writing bit.

Hmm.. choices. As always.

Of course, there's the New Year's resolutions. Bah, I don't even want to deal with those yet. They'll reveal themselves soon enough.

Any resolutions? news? updates?

time for a love song

Wed, 05 Nov 2008 12:10:48 GMT

Its an adorable love song, nice beat, but most of all, makes me want to cut up a couple of oranges and throw a party-- an orange throwing, dancing party.

(If you don't get what I mean, you probably didn't watch the video.)

Stress-- the trash of modern life

Wed, 29 Oct 2008 12:07:26 GMT

Stress is nothing more than a socially acceptable form of mental illness. ~Richard Carlson

Forget about the trick or treaters this year and don't bother passing me the pumpkin pie, I'm in study mode. Don't ask me what I'll be doing this weekend either, I've got to study and review for next week.

*slams on the brakes*

Well, true, the exams are over a month away, but it seems like I need to get it together.. pronto. I've already allocated a good seven to eight hours of my day to reviewing, reciting, rinsing, repeating, whatever. Not enough, I tell myself.

Like office supplies and good food, I always need more. More of doing this, perfecting that, memorizing this, and writing that.

I need to relax. Only not just plain vanilla relaxing nor the give-myself-a-guilt-trip-later kind of relax. It has to be a its-gonna-be-just-fine kind of relax.

*inhale*

I'll figure this out.

Anything stressing you out these days?

What do men talk about? Just one example

Mon, 27 Oct 2008 11:53:52 GMT

What I overheard a few days ago:

A guy, let's call him Guy 1, sat in a chair adjacent to me. I was in the middle of reading and listening to a podcast. My podcast's volume was at a decent level, loud, but I could still here what was going on.

Then another guy came, Guy 2. They started talking.

Guy 1: Hey, want to go to the bar with me tonight?
Guy 2: Can't, I'm sick.
Guy 1: Hmm, maybe I shouldn't go out then.
Guy 2: You should go anyway.
Guy 1: Why should I? I don't like going by myself?
Guy 2: Why don't you ask [girl's name]?
Guy 1: You think so?
Guy 2: She's up for anything. She might even "give it to you."
Guy 1: Oh yeah, I bet she would.
Guy 2: Go for it.
Guy 1: Yeah man. I didn't shave my balls for nothing.

I didn't know how I kept my face straight after I heard that.

When a man talks dirty to a woman, it's sexual harassment.
When a woman talks dirty to a man, it's $3.95 a minute.
~Author Unknown

six weeks ago? what?

Mon, 06 Oct 2008 13:07:54 GMT

Sheesh, six weeks since a last post?!

tsk, tsk for me.

I have my own little world, but it's okay - they know me here.
~Author Unknown

So what then,

basic playback on what I've done with those six weeks.

school's in motion so plenty of time for that.
adjusting to fall weather.... not enough time for that.
facebook. finally time for that, but shouldn't be spending time with that. btw, anyone still on there? let me know.
the Xbox.... ah... too much time spent on that, its starting to abrupt my subconscious.

the rest will be about catching up with you darlings.

I hope all was well with your six weeks.

the bird and the bee and the birthday

Mon, 25 Aug 2008 12:49:12 GMT

Love this song. Love that its a love song.

sigh. that's it. just wanted to share. :P

Its been...

Wed, 20 Aug 2008 19:01:14 GMT

Its been:
Over a week since I left my island home.
Over a week since I've moved into my new pad.
Not even twelve hours since I've gotten the Internet hooked up.

Its also been:
a whole lot more expensive moving out than I originally thought.
liberating to have my own place, and..
quite lonesome at the same time.

The next few days/months/years are going to be pretty interesting.

Any news or updates?

I couldn't stay away...

Sun, 03 Aug 2008 02:18:09 GMT

Change, change, change. Obama says it all the time, so does McCain.
And now, I join the club.

To cap, the last two months:

Put in my two weeks notice at my design job.

Then...
Booked my ticket to head back to the Midwest...
Nailed down a two bedroom apartment.

All because...
I decided to go back to law school.

I missed you guys! What have you been up to?

When jokes lose their flavor

Tue, 13 May 2008 08:54:44 GMT

Saturday morning, I faced the usual dilemma of whether I should get up and get things done or sleep in and catch up on some Zzzs. I decided to do the latter and no sooner than I threw the covers over my eyes the earth shook.

Covers thrown from off my eyes, I found myself facing another dilemma. Should I get up and seek safe cover or should I go back to sleep and catch up on some Zzzs? Let's see, I have the door to my right and a big tv set to my left.

Again, I decided to do the latter. I threw the covers over my eyes and figured that I was safe enough. A few more seconds later, the earthquake ceased. A few minutes later, as if the earthquake never happened, I drag myself out of bed.

I relayed this story as a joke to my friends. That was, until this morning.

They didn't have a chance.

Some jokes get real old, real fast.

My prayers go out to all the families.

just curious

Mon, 24 Mar 2008 12:14:17 GMT

"What made you interested in this job?" the interviewer asked as lifted his eyes from my resume.

I was curious myself. It was for a position of designer for a printing company. It was one of those careers that felt out of reach. I didn't think I would get an interview, but I did. Besides, I wasn't really the creative type anyway.

"I wanted to try something different,"I smiled.

I glanced at my resume and saw the last four years of my life on black and white. I test drove cars, lost a student to a drunk driver, learned to cry at high school graduations, started a business....

He smiled back and told me that he would call me back.

Two days later, he offered me the position.

I have no special talents.
I am only passionately curious.
~Albert Einstein

Bit by bit

Mon, 17 Mar 2008 07:18:53 GMT

The ceiling was in need of repainting and I volunteered.

So on a hot Sunday afternoon, with a hat on my head and a mask on my face, I started to scrape. Hours later I was covered head to toe in dust and paint chips-- not a good look for me.

I felt accomplished. Home improvement was something that was on tv and there I did it.

Even with that moment of victory, I came down from the ladder and shook off the dust. I looked up and realized that someone was going to repaint the ceiling too. I knew that was going to be me too.

I sighed and dragged my feet to the kitchen for a glass of water.

Reprising the role of chef/baker

Fri, 14 Mar 2008 13:22:28 GMT

Courtesy of A Cooks Kitchen

My days of imagining this stove in my kitchen will be over by next week.

Two words

Wed, 12 Mar 2008 10:34:38 GMT

Since I've been back, things, for me, have been summed up in two words:

car trouble: not my car, thank goodness. read more below.
big dent: brother's truck was scratched and dented. looks nasty.
dead cat: Paniki, one of my cats, died while I was out. not cool.
long distance: must have been six or seven phone calls to my brother.
new scarf: above pic.
job hunt: the search for a new job is on.

the end

for now....

Two Weeks

Tue, 19 Feb 2008 05:20:33 GMT

See ya in two weeks!

Spinning

Mon, 18 Feb 2008 11:02:18 GMT

What I did yesterday and today are still spinning on my mind. Lots of shopping, packing, and whatnot.

Whirling to and fro, driving all around, getting things done in my little world, kinda like the fish in that aquarium in the picture above.

Differences being they looked a whole lot prettier doing it and in far less space and far less people in my face trying to take the perfect picture.

And...

Sat, 16 Feb 2008 03:27:27 GMT

After spending the day itemizing what I needed (or did not need) for my trip, it was great to just go out and have a good dinner.

And windowshop at LeSportSac.

And have a iced mango drink with tapioca.

And an hour of karaoke.

Candy up to here.

Fri, 15 Feb 2008 05:03:13 GMT

Sigh.

Valentine's Day came and went, but I still have loads of candy that needs a little TLC from me.

Here goes.

Btw, I hope you had a good one.

Where does my money go? / Flickr Pro Accounts

Thu, 14 Feb 2008 05:14:41 GMT

WTF.

I know. Its a bit much. I hate having to pick between putting gas in my car's tank versus, well, eating, drinking, etc.

And the budget is already tight as is.

Btw, anyone here have a Flickr Pro account? Is it worth it?

I'm for real.

Mon, 11 Feb 2008 09:30:46 GMT

Last Saturday at about seven o'clock in the morning:

"Good morning. I'd like to have twenty dozen donuts,please," I said nonchalantly.
"Twenty dozens. Are you for real?" the lady behind the counter asked.
"I'm for real."

Plenty of Day Left

Tue, 05 Feb 2008 06:56:29 GMT

I slept in, paid bills, stopped by a new coffee shop, had an iced Mexican mocha (it was fantastic!), gassed up, ate breakfast, attended a funeral, buried the dead, did some cleaning around the house, ate lunch, and got this entry up and ready to go.

And there's still plenty of day left.

"Don't say you don't have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein."
-- H. Jackson Brown

Beach

Mon, 04 Feb 2008 07:46:29 GMT

This girl spent her weekend by the beach.
Tomorrow will be the day that I buckle down and get caught up with my manuscript.

But, man, I wouldn't mind spending another day by the beach.

Now, about this vacation....

Wed, 30 Jan 2008 08:41:18 GMT

Life is a great big canvas,
and you should throw all the paint on it you can.
~Danny Kaye

I haven't been doing much of anything, which is not really a good thing for me right now. Then again, I did choose to have this "vacation" and I should just sit tight.

*sigh