aw, love!

happy, happy birthday, koochie!

hypochondriac counts sheep

as of this writing, there is a total count of two colleagues who fainted during their personal breaks. their vital stats were diagnosed perfect afterwards. oh, im being dishonest. one was actually found having shortness of breath which is weird because it is highly impossible for one to be out of breath when the air cooling system in the office surpasses, er, equals siberian winds. physically, they look a-ok.

call it a mild case of hypochondria and sever insomnia, but, im losing sleep myself for the past two weeks. i also sense being out of balance at work. it's been barely a year since i started working for a call center but this has never happened before.

damn, i could not stand the fact that my former boss proves me right. she said ill be psychologically imbalance in this field.

eternal sunshine tugs my heart

i now place eternal sunshine of a spotless mind first on my tugs-at-heart movie list having watched it last saturday. originally-written by charlie kaufman, et al., it highlights the ordeals a person goes through after having a thread of his or her memory erased.it is a truly captivating film that sparked minutely scientific and philosophical questions in me: do brain surgeons think it's artificially feasible to delete a portion from our memory bank? how can they possibly mess up with the synapses we have in our brain? if the hypothalamus serves as seat of emotions and hippocampus for memory, how is the emotional pain inflicted during a certain past experience reconciled with just deleting a visual memory? can one really live eternally and totally oblivious of any traces from the past once the procedure is done? where does deja vu fit in then?

ah, sophia

There are times when you suddenly get in contact with your most humane self. You expand tolerance level, help out and expect nothing in return.
One lovely Wednesday morning (read Eastern Standard Time) it was Herdest, whose four-year old daughter Erika Sophia was loudly throwing tantrums in the background.
Reasonable enough.

tempus fugit

how time flies indeed. april is much around the corner.
all aspects of my being is sluggish save my weight. it continues to soar. my routinary lifestyle stinks (literally and figuratively speaking). i wish for a stroke of luck anytime soon.
oh, i badly need a paradigm shift.

does women's intuition hold true for you?

it does for me. but for those who don't even sense any trace of it, don't think you're less of a woman. as miss universe 1994 sushmita sen puts it, the essence of a woman is "being a woman, by itself, the very fact that you’re a woman, is a gift of god which we all must appreciate. the origin of a child is a mother, and is a woman, and a woman is one who shares love.."

...and in light of the recently commemorated and underrated 2005 international women's day, let me say thank you to:

my mom who, for me, best represents women of the toiling masses;
my big sister jasmin who sought for greener pastures, kicked some ass but keeps mum of the crap from her neurotic german neighbors and collonial filipino-turned-german denizens ;
my darling little sister jo who, two days ago, turned 20 and became officially a woman living her dreams as a part-time deejay and ballet teacher, and full-time accounting student; and
my cha-caring friends who have loved, lost and loved again; remained single and hopeful; cynical but stayed highly-intellectual and politically correct; compassionate but are humor-mongers; pathetic and beautiful...you all know who you are...