Stéphanie: Isn't life already in 3-D?

Stephane: Dear Stephanie: I am just your neighbor, there us nothing more to say than that. This is the reason why I am writing a letter to you because I feel really bad inside my stomach. I don’t know if what I feel is a bit of nostalgia, or wanting to go to the bathroom. I am just a new liar in your life. A new liar that has come and destroyed your piano and maybe by doing that destroy the huge heritage. I want us to start a new start and a new blank page of friendship. And if you can embrace that the same way I am embracing it right now, I see the possibilities once we go above that threshold of life and matters that succumb and become trickling down into this little pond that is called life.

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Stephane: Will you marry me when you are seventy? You'd have nothing to lose.

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Stephanie: Why me?

Stephane: Because everyone else is boring. And because you are different. You don't like me, Stèphanie.

Small wins

(Daughter trapped in a burning building)
Dad: honey, jump! You have to jump honey
Daughter: But daddy, I can't see you
Dad: I can

Do insomniacs finish more books in a year?

How do people stay together?

Sunshine Parade

I usually dread meeting my friends again. Not because I have any hate feelings against them but probably because I don't have stories to tell. Not because I hate socializing but probably because I'm just no good at it. I was glad my hate feelings turned around right when I walked up the stairs and saw them. I couldn't help but be in the zone with these girls today. It just wouldn't be fair if I acted grumpy and ruin their spirits. I got an (intimidating) sketchbook, free vodka, and a few good laughs. All for free and it's not even my birthday.

I fell from the cloud

Last week I found out you really had someone although it never really occurred to me you'd be the kind to sit on a long term/serious relationship. It sucks really to actually write this down as if I've shamelessly professed my insatiable likeness to everyone who knows you and write this as my deathnote in accepting my own stupidity, naivety and senselessness. Did you know that I went up north last weekend after hearing the news and went to the weekly show you and your friends go to? I wanted to see it for myself. I wanted to see if you'd still remember me. But of course I didn't see you. I left early.

Since the last two years, I've always wondered if I will ever meet someone great and humble and just greater than the last relationship I've been through because really I need a chance. It ended badly to cut the long story short and somehow I need a chance to learn from my mistakes.

I'm such a sucker for love. I should be ashamed.

Ang bigat

Last month, there was an incident in the office where a bad email was sent to everybody and the attachment included highly sensitive information (i.e. salary of everybody in that office) and unfortunately few people had forwarded a copy of that email to their personal email accounts. Two nights ago, a close friend have been informed that one of our other close friends is one of these "few people" and whom we haven't talked to for quite a while. It's pretty heavy to hear that kind of news and you easily feel biased on the issue. I don't really know why she did what she did and I just wished that she didn't do it. The way she defended herself was by blaming other people and she couldn't admit or give up her pride and admit that she was curious and really looked into how much everybody else is getting paid for. I can't help but be biased. I would always have that impression that the next time she complains about her job or not getting paid enough and hoping to find another job (which she always do btw) has something to do with the fact that she'd been comparing her compensation to other people. It's a terrible situation.