clicking away...

I hate it when time goes by slowly on weekdays...weekends seem so far away when that happens, and the things that must be done between now and then are way too many. I hate it when time goes by real fast on weekends and holidays. There's too little time to do other things. Too little time to do nothing as well. And every minute spent doing what you dont like doing seem like such a waste.

Lately, time seems to be flying by. Even on weekdays. In a few more days, things will change slightly...and for me, it will be the beginning of a bigger change... The first step to drastically altering my life is about unfold....next thing you know, it will be a whirlwind and then whats done is done.

Like he says, look forward, just keep looking forward.....

But why is it that when I look forward, all I see is me continuing to look forward?
I wonder, when this starts, will it ever end? I wonder, when this starts, will I be too caught up in the events I wont even have time to be afraid?

Knowing how I am, the fear will always be there. Fear has always been there. I am, after all, only human....I'll just have to keep pushing forward.

Forward, forward, forward....just thinking about it wears me out.

But when it starts, there's no turning back.

la mesa 2008

I am still 'speechless'..so I'll keep posting photos for now...better than not posting anything at all, I think. Photo from a recent trek/camping trip to La Mesa Watershed (note: not at the "park", but the preserved nature/forest area).

getting past the block

The early part of the year is usually busy for me. Its the perfect weather for trips, not too hot and not too rainy. Plenty of activities usually mean lots of blog entries. Unfortunately, I've repeatedly disappointed myself --- I've sat down in front of my PC, determined to write...and ended up with nothing.

This has got to stop. I miss writing. I miss not minding that people would read what I write. I miss how I tried to reveal without revealing much (I think) in past entries. I miss being the blogger I used to be.

I dont know what the reason is. My theory is that I've always been a sad writer. See, there are depressed writers and happy writers. Those who write and publish their thoughts best when they're in those emotional states. Me, I write best when I'm sad. Note, not depressed, because then its incoherent. Just when I'm having the blues. Since there really isnt much to be sad about, I dont write.

Funny, that should be a good thing. And it is, really. Just not when I'm thinking of lack of blog words.

Starting today, I will be working on making myself into an "Any Writer"......

sheesh. even this entry sucks.

S and A, after two years

This was a few weeks back, but S and A celebrated two years with a nice dinner at newly discovered Zucchinis. The venue and reason for celebration are both highly recommended :)



oh...and to all the "EFs", here's a trip down memory lane (doesnt feel like its been that long!)

New Year, New Look?

...not quite.
I got bored last Saturday and decided to find as many hairpins as I can. This is what happens when I'm bored, with hair that I'm bored with and nothing to do.

I do kinda like it though...has anyone een the curly 'do that Tyra has been sporting on her show lately? I wonder if that'll work for me...