Jobs

it's been three days since Mr Apple died.
and pardon me, i don't know him.
i don't know anything about him.
i have no idea what he has done to deserve the whole world to think about no one but him on the day he died.

but now i tried to read some notes about him.
then i realized he is an inspiration to all.
living or dead.
if i wanted to keep something about him, it would be his inspirations and advises about life.
thus, find the one you love, never settle for anything less, may it be in relationship or work.
and stay hungry, stay foolish all throughout life.
do not be satified of 'good'
because 'better' sounds much better.

Jobs.
you got a good and better job.
you live your life to the fullest, though you died young.

'nobody wanted to die'.
nobody.
perhaps, it's true.
death is exodus.
i hate it too.
goodbye, Mr Apple.

one of the lousiest sunday ever!

have you got one of those days?

when you wanted to go out somewhere but the husband is not in the mood to go out anywhere aside from his battle field on the puter. i don't like it when i have nothing to do but wait for the night time to come and more head ache and boresomeness and idleness and nothing to do but domestic life and gaze my laptop and read some blogs without moving anywhere..this is not my favorite sunday, this is one of the lousiest ever!

i tend to enjoy myself when i am alone.
i go out.
eat some pizza.
or window shopping.
or shoe trying.
or simply just go out and ride a train.
just to be out of the house for awhile and do something nice
and avoid being at home during weekend.

money is not a problem.
i can go out without buying anything.
i can go out just having a cake or two.
or just browsing books in any bookstore.

eiiw totally bored.
next weekend it must not be this way.
i should go out if i like it.

if only i have no menstruation
i probably out of the street right now.

=(

maybe i can try to practice this little quote i found last night.

Notes to myself

The Invitation
By Oriah Mountain Dreamer


It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
And if you dare to dream of meeting
Your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
For love, for your dream,
For the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
If you have been opened by life's betrayals,
Or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further
pain.


I want to know if you can sit with pain,
Mine or your own,
Without moving
To hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy,
Mine or your own,
If you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
Without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic,
or to remember
the limitations of being human.


It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true.

I want to know
if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself,
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.

I want to know if you
can be faithless and therefore be trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty
Even when it is not pretty every day,

And if you can source your life
From its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure,
Yours and mine,
And still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon,
"Yes!"

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.

I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair,
Weary and bruised to the bone,
And do what needs to be done for the
children.

It doesn't interest me who you are, how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
In the center of the fire with me
And not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
From the inside
When all else falls
away.

I want to know if you can be alone
With yourself,
And if you truly like the
company you keep
In the empty moments.











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street boys

watched the episode of '24 hours alerto' in the philippine tv news, the topic is all about street boys, so many faces of teen ager gangs who is doing the survival act to live. thus, open car thief, pick pockets, drugs and all the inhuman act one never dreamed of experiencing.
.. but these kids, this very teen agers of my own country is unfortunately experiencing them all.

i do not know how our politician or government can help them renewed themselves or help them to have a life they deserve. i mean, there are so many ways to address this kind of problem but those who are suppose to make or solve this situation is busy with other unimportant matters.

dear God, if you are listening to my prayer this time, let it be a prayer of hope for those kids, they are so pity at the same time hopelessness in their eyes is so painful to feel.
if you want me to do something about this please help me to know and fill myself with things i can give them, not money but life and future.
because they deserve one.

all of them in general.

XX

rainy day and friday

this is part of the parking area where i used to live. so silent and wet.

-because it's been raining the whole evening and still raining this morning, the reason why i didn't wake up early and i send sms to my colleague that i decided to take a leave today. not a good thing to do, where in fact there is so much job to do in the office..but i think 'one day leave' is not that bad. today, i can rest from boresome and tiresome office activities. here at home i will do nothing but read again my books and watch tv or open my facebook and all, do some chores and well maybe, just maybe i go and see Salvation Army.

looking outside my door for a glance of outside world..just woke up.late for work. i don't know what i dreamt last night it is some kind of weird thing i don't want to remember.

better go back to bed and savor the sweet friday morning.

see ya later alligator!

denim is IN

nowadays, i've seen a lot of denim fashion
may it be on a magazine or facebook online shops or on fashion shows
now, if you happen to see them a lot - you wanted to have something also
that seems to be a part of the IN, right?

here's what i found on the internet while browsing some denim
wear, shoes, and hat and even bags..this can be a good idea if i happen to
find a thrift store later or sooner.

bag: courtesy of Style-ish Collection via facebook

...ooopppsss, Hahaha, my ever favorite blogger Denise K.'s newest denim shoe's should be around here too. i've seen them on valerie's blog yesterday i guess she doesn't mind if i put it here too..=)

courtesy of: Denise Katipunera - Shoe etiquette

do you heart all of this?


i do,

Ms j

wanted to feel good in anyway i can

the whole morning was a bit empty and boring
got myself a book and a coffee and one piece of tuna sandwich
got hungry again when 12noon strike, i was so lazy to cook
and just take a shower and off to mcdonalds.
i ordered chicken grill salad and a lemonade.
after i ate it all, i head to a grocery store and buy some detergent for my laundry
and then off i went back to our apartment, sit down some more and watch movie, read books, listen to music, listen to adele songs 'someone like you, and kate winslet what if and amanda's our little house..all of this songs makes me more sad and miserable.

so what then i should do before i ended up this saturday 20th of august?
-well i decided to cut off watching bridget jones and blog a little while.

get this old picture (not so old i think) it was just this month pic too
to make me feel good any of way.

see if you like it too.
because i adore this.

from kateslove store, a red orange satchel, this is originally from hongkong, it makes my heart happy when i saw this one smiling back at me, so i take it home.

see my face after i got it..=)