today is not my day. i was greeted in the morning with a dillema. my parents asked me to drive for them to las vegas. i know it'll be a pain in my rear end, and a loss of a chance to be with tep. arising from this dilemma, i know tep and i would argue about it. i tried to remain calm and relax, but ultimately, we started raising our voices, and ended us fighting. when I got to the office, i was greeted by another problem, a group rep contacted me regarding some employees. i tried to fix the problem before it creates a much bigger problem. half an hour later, we found the problem. it appears that somebody first got confused the group name for another group name under my management. now i have a problem, i told the group rep that i was the billing rep for the group, which i'm really not. i hurriedly called the group rep, and explained that there was a confusion with the group that i was handling and the group another person was handling. i gave her the info to the billing rep for the group and apologized for the problem. another problem rose, my coworker asked helped with her sixty five thousand member group, she gave me about half of the required terminations which is about three thousand. oh boy, i am going to be very busy.

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I was clearing up the contents of my truck yesterday. I remember things that happened for each stuff, like the disneyland tickets tep and i went to along with my sister and her family. The tickets we had for the rollercoaster ride and the 900 ft dangle at stratosphere in las vegas. The metrolink ticket that my girl tep bought, that i ended up using to bring her red purse up the train, and so on, the list is endless. While doing that, somebody started singing, "ang kamingaw, gapatyon ko... mangumpisal, gatuo ko" (Loneliness, is killing me... I must confess, i still believe) it was my brother with his own rendition of Britney Spears' song. I started laughing and told myself, i just have to get over this truck.

To quote "The Only Thing Permanent In This World Is Change" by William Mandel, is accurately enough to describe the world.

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As I browsed the Internet, looking for anything worthwile to look at, I came across this book. It's entitled On A Small Bridge To Iraq by Natsuki Ikezawa and Seiichi Motohashi, translated by Alfred Birnbaum.

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these past few weeks has been very splendid. i feel so happy and so loved that i cherish every moment of it. the morning seems to make me always feel good. the early morning shower doesn't seem to feel so cold. the first stick of cigarette i take in the morning doesn't taste as good as it did two months ago. at work, i feel so blessed to have been able to be given the chance to stay here full time, although i felt bad about the other temps, i felt so deserving. my family has already accepted the fact that i don't want to go home that much anymore, especially after last night, when they set the schedule for washing dishes, i picked up tuesday, and they made fun of me, specially mom, she said "oh, so you have plans of visiting us every tuesday?" and everyone laughed.

my family changed over the year, they stopped pissing me off with my hair and jewelry. they appear to be more trusting over my decisions, that would have been scrutinize closely if it was two years ago. they don't bug me what time i come home anymore, nor do they call me, they know where i am anyway. my family certainly liked the way my career is shooting off to, specially that my decision to shift major fell into place and it was almost the same as the work i am into.

i'm doing everything i can to keep it this way and at the same time keep myself sane by minimizing my unecessary expenses and stress.

i love you swit! =) and u are one of the reasons why i'm still sane. :*

this fall, i predict that i'll be stressed. especially that i was thinking of getting five classes in four days. if ever i can pull this off, i'll be off to a university in one and a half years, and off with my bachelors in three years and masters in one and a half years. i think i can pull this off, especially that my general education credits are well beyond what's needed, i just need to grab some classes for the shift of my major.

i felt pretty confident on my credit and my decision to change my car. no matter how much i love my truck, i have to get rid of it. it doesn't only work by helping me save money, but will also allow me to open up other possibilities. i'll be saving a huge amount of money, which means i can increase my monthly payment on my credit balances, making my credit a lot better faster. when my chase and dell accounts are paid off, i'll be getting myself a camera as a treat, and keep my credit card amounts to less than 50%.

soon, i will start to invest some money on a property. appropriately i will start with a condo. i will pay off my car in three years, and by that time, i would apply for a mortgage.

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and the last name is Nelsonkillalee

is this real?

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middlesex drive

what a name for a street. ahaha what's next? Nosex Drive?

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kapoy na kog tiwas...
(tinatamad na ako para tapusin/i'm getting lazy trying to finish this)


untitled first person story

i was in highschool when i started to live my life. drugs and booze sorrounded me alongside my friends. i would get home around noon time the next day about to pass out and would wake up three days later. i know it annoys my parents, but heck, my life aint worth living at all. that's all i thought. i partied left and right, sometimes i would find myself in the confines of the hospital from too much alcohol and drug cocktail.

i managed to pass highschool, without the honors my parents wanted me to have. yet, they remained calm and steadfast. they still attended my graduation ceremony. i continued my rebelious self and started to hang out with all sorts of people. i didn't work, but i was still stuck in community school for almost four years. i ask money from my parents, they gave me some.

my car skidded one early summer, and fell off the freeway, hitting a large sand dune, flipping my car. i was passed out for days until the cops saw me. i was taken to a hospital and they stitched me together. i had cuts that were enough to be mistaken for a pork chop. i survived.

by the bed was my parents when i woke up. i saw them smiling a plastic smile, i know they were extremely saddened by the things i was doing.

i started to flip my life around after the incident. while i stayed in the hospital for several months, i asked for a notebook and a pen. i started scribbling plans and details of my new life, as i told myself, this has to happen.

i worked hard and in three years i got my bachelors degree in business administration. i resigned my good paying job and started my own company with services such as accounting. i barely see my parents, but they are always on my heart.

i added more to my workload by enrolling for a post graduate program. i deprived myself of social interaction and sleep just to get through and have a masters degree. graduation came, my parents was starting to get sick. to my surprise, they went to my graduation., i broke to tears as i saw them clapping their hands as i received my masters degree, i was smiling at the same time not fully understanding what they were doing.

after winning battles left and right, i felt something was missing in my life. i didn't really know what, but for the sake of my own pride, i took a break from my schedule and walked down to the local park. as i reminisc the moments of my life, a lady passed by trying to chase a little boy who has a squirt gun, spraying everyone in his way. i was smiling, i told myself, ey, i did that before. as i finished smoking along the bench, the lady finally caught up with the kid and started to scold him. i said to myself trying to immitate the boy "awww mom, you're killing the fun" as i laughed.

i lit up another cigarette as i minded my own business, when the lady sat next to me and said, "he's my nephew." i was dumbfounded, not really knowing what to say, i was wondering if she heard me. oh well, might as well strike a conversation.

just when i was about to utter a word, little dude came up and said "ohhh my auntie likes you." we were both laughing, as i said, it appears that you're busy, can we have coffee some other time?

she said "i'm lisa, call me 555-5555" as she scribbled the number on her card. she hurriedly left trying to chase down the boy. i looked at the card, wow, this is a very modern and yet simple card.

when i got home hours later, i called her. we talked for awhile, and i asked her out for coffee. she agreed, and we talked for hours until ten in the evening on a weekday. i dropped her off at her apartment as i headed my way home. when i got home, my parents was sitting on the table looking all serious and stuff. i sat down with them and asked them what's going on.

they suddenly smiled, as my dad said, we were thinking how we are gonna take care of the kids and smiled at me. i felt weird, since there are no kids around the house. still in my happy state, i told them i'm going to bed. as i walked towards my bedroom, i heard them chuckle. i wonder why...

i started dating lisa after a few weeks. in about two years of dating, we decided to get married. i thought my parents would hate me for this decision. over a dinner, i announced my marriage to lisa. but instead of the awkward silence i was expecting, my parents was smiling and crying at the same time. my mom said, "we thought you were going to get married when you started dating lisa, that's why we scrambled how to take care of your kids..."

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just a thought after reading all these addresses at work...

what if you become famous with a very goth and dark name like dark angel lestat, BUT you live in an address called "10 South Rainbow Bright Avenue of the Moon, City of Yellow Mum Bed, California" (Sunny Calif). hahaha. that'll be weird.

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dear customer service,

it came to my attention that i was billed for what i purposely canceled. i called in twice to make sure that the personal training was cancelled.

a month later, i noticed on my credit card bill that i was billed for what i cancelled for. unfortunately, your representative incoherently turned me down. i was being polite, all he said was that i didn't made it through the time alloted for cancellation. i was trying to explain that the people i spoke to when i cancelled was polite enought to tell me that it really was cancelled. it wasn't brought to my attention that they would charge me for april 19-29 training. all they said was it was cancelled.

with due respect, i want to bring this to your attention that the contract must be explained thoroughly before a customer signs, and when there are cancellations it would also be re-explained.

thank you.

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ahh mother's day, isn't it nice to be able to tell your mom how much you love em? yesterday was mother's day, and i had to drag teptep's butt to the house. i was a bit tipsy, but oh well, it was fun. :)

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as of now, i'm trying to create the menu for the new web. harder than i thought it would be... hehe

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aha naman to akong uyab...

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i still can't feel right.

i'm in a complete mess right now, but at least i get to hear john's cornieishms.

haay.

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tomorrow is a big day for me, not only will i enjoy being accepted as a full time employee of this company (i'm assuming i will be, since i overheard the supervisor saying so earlier plus the good feedback i've been getting [ie: you type fast, praise on my work, etc]), but also i will be given a huge responsibility. i will be slowly assigned a group to handle, and as time goes, he will add more.

it's progress in a sense that i am moving up in ranks and hopes, along with expectations of this company. however you look at it, it's a huge commitment, and a very splendid opportunity.

several months ago, i decided to switch majors, from computer science to accounting. i know i can handle it and might enjoy it as i would in computer science. how fitting, the job they are actually giving me is 50% accounting. the other 50% is in regards to data entry and data management. it appears that my decisions in the past several months are coming to together as if it was really planned all along. it's an opportunity i don't want to let go.

just one problem...

i'm scared. :(

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i just received my order of a box of checks today.

i had it customized, with a letter A on the top right along with my name and address.

about a few centimeters above the signature line reads: angelicfall

nifty eh?

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261

:)

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even though i'm happy the past few months, i am dipping into depression again. for some strange reason, i'm not feeling so good about myself. it appears that my mind is starting to short circuit.

i'm starting to worry about my life as it is. i used to worry only about the future, but now, i'm starting to worry about my present daily life. uncertainty, again, looms in. i made up my mind several months ago that i'm going to pursue a career in accounting, but the past few days gave me something else.

last night, i was messing around my computer and my sister's camera, and made something. out from nowhere, kuya joey said, "try slimming down the neck just a little bit to make u look thinner." i turned around and he was watching my work. i followed what he said. i told him about the problem i had with the camera, and it would've been better if the background was blue. i also told him that i only used the room's paint as the background. i showed him the overall graphic, and he said perfect.

i was wondering, my siblings never really liked my work, for it was dark, morbid, and just plain not their taste and here was kuya joey commenting on what i was doing.

i showed him my lunch self portraits and told him about the manipulation i did. he said, nice you force people into looking at you and not the background. i wasn't smiling upfront, but i was smiling inside. i kept showing him the other photo manipulations i did, like the photo of berna near the pool, i also told him that i took out three other people in the background to give her a solo.

he went back to cooking, while saying "ron, we have a family picture, can you manipulate it?" i replied by saying sure. when i went out of my room, sheila was there eating, while kuya joey was telling her about photo manipulation.

it hit me, now i know what sheila and joey have in common--creativeness and artistic thinking.

i know kuya joey loves art. he even draw me a long time ago. it was just a scribble, but in five minutes, the drawing was very good. good enough for people to recognize it was me.

now the problem is, i love photo manipulation and is willing to have a career in that. i've been manipulating photos for the last four years and i love the challenges it has brought me. aside from that, i also love taking photographs. everybody probably thinks that i'm weird cause i take photos of anything. tep's influence on black and white photos also added to my style.

what photos have i taken? i have taken photos of myself near a junk heap (it's a piece of crap.), photos while me standing up facing the setting sun, while the camera was on my back, i took several photos of my truck, i took several photos of a bush (not a woman's bush), i took photos of the skies, my cd tower, spiderwebs, and a lot of other stuff. one way or another, i felt that i can find a use for it, and a lot of them are added to angelicfall.org

in short, i just don't know what to pursue. i love photoshop and photo manipulation. i also love numbers. i am completely uncertain about myself...

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