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    For a Good Cause...


    The underloading of information overload

    Why is it that every time I finish a marketing exam, the brain cells just refuse to function? Whatever.

    Decided to post an entry of a survey I found. It's the best my capabilities can do after marketing. Good Lord.

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    1. Tell us, what is your future plan?
    +Define future. My day planner's got stuff written for the week. If you're asking me about my life, death, and the stuff that comes in between those, I don't plan that far ahead.

    2. Planning to get married. If yes, when? If no, why?
    +I plan to get married to Johnny Depp but he's with Vanessa so... yeah. You know... I know right. Hahaha

    3. What's your dream that you'll know you will never achieve?
    +It's "you know," dearie... I don't know? All of them. I lost the drive to do whatever it is I planned on doing with my life.

    4. Tell us your favourite place to have vacation, honeymoon, relaxing you mind.
    +IDK. Anywhere but here?

    5. Do you believe in romance all the time in a relationship?
    +I believe in... the fact that people get tired easy, even in relationships. That sometimes all those romance stuff eventually become boring so couples fight, argue, and tear each other apart just for the sake of having something new in their lives. Everyone needs a break from their routines, and sometimes relationships ARE a part of the routine.

    6. Do you think you have contribute something to the world?
    +No? Lol. IDreallyK.

    7. What kind of music that describe you best?
    +There isn't one kind of music to describe me best. I'm a melancholic sanguine. I'm bipolar. In the words of Hannah Montana, "The best of both worlds." (Not that I watch Hannah Montana.) (Defensive, much?)

    8. What do you think of having children?
    +I'd love to be a mom but I'd like to spare myself from the whole giving birth part. Who in the world wants to pee, poop, and scream in front of people? Not to mention that they probably would have to cut open the bajingo to help the baby get out. No thank you. I have a low threshold of pain. I'll do an Angelina and adopt... or something like that. I could always steal a baby. Lol.

    9. Describe yourself in one sentence.
    +I'm complicated.

    10. Would you like to say something to someone special in your heart? (Besides your family. Could be your best friends or girlfriend/boyfriend)
    +Something.

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    You know the drill: I promise to write something more... something the next time I find the time to write.

    Ciao my ♥
    s.

    War, Passion, Whatnot, and Boredom

    ...nd so it came to pass that the writer became bored and needed to amuse herself by writing in her blog. (Duh.) (What else does a writer do but write?) (Arguing with oneself is not a good sign, is it now?) (Lol.)

    It has been raining the past couple of days, which usually makes me chipper than usual, but everyone -myself included, of course... in my world, I'm always included- has been stressed out with school work that I forget to appreciate the little things that brings a smile and whatever-ness to my face. To everybody's faces.

    I finished Doctor Zhivago last night (film, not the book) and learned a great deal of things because of it. I prolly won't find anyone else my age who'd appreciate it because it's more than three hours long, and it's one of those passionate-love-for-country kind of films.

    It's about this Doctor (another "Duh" courtesy of yours truly) who's also a poet. His life story reminded me of Rizal's life. So well anyhoo, the film being a war film shows us rebellion, death, life, love, and passion at it's fullest.

    (For the information of those who have no idea who Rizal is: he's a doctor, a poet, a writer, a kick-butt linguist, and the Philippines' national hero.)

    The fact that I was able to watch the entire film should be a dead give-away that it was amazing considering the attention span that I have. (So maybe it took me two days to try and finish it.) (The point here is that I finished it.)

    I won't talk about the plot because... I don't know, I'd like to keep you guys in the dark. Sadistic, yes. Lol.

    That's all for now, I guess.

    Ciao, children. Have a fun life. Afterlife. Whatever.




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    A Poem

    Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    By Robert Frost




    Whose woods these are I think I know.
    His house is in the village, though;
    He will not see me stopping here
    To watch his woods fill up with snow.



    My little horse must think it queer
    To stop without a farmhouse near
    Between the woods and frozen lake
    The darkest evening of the year.

    He gives his harness bells a shake
    To ask if there's some mistake.
    The only other sound's the sweep
    Of easy wind and downy flake.

    The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
    But I have promises to keep,
    And miles to go before I sleep,
    And miles to go before I sleep.



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