Make my cursive handwriting as purtee as a computer font
I want my i’s dotted impeccably. I want fluid strokes in the loops of my g’s and p’s. I want my t’s crossed out with precise horizontal straight lines. I want the size consistent and the stance only a wee tilted to the right.
To feed this compulsion and obsession, I will rip off any page that will not adhere to my computer font dream.
Get my contrary-to-popular-belief lazy ass out of Luzon
According to the stars (and people who think they know me but don’t), people born under my sign, Sagittarius are suckers for travel, may it be an aimless journey or a creditable expedition. I am blaming it on my cusp that I do not fit the usual Sagittarius make-up. Sorry kids, Isabela’s the farthest I’ve set foot in.
I convinced Jap and Yo to spend an adventure trip with me next summer in Bora or Davao or Cebu or Bohol or anywhere in Southeast Asia… anywhere!
One suggested we go to Palawan. I said yes. And to my dismay (and geographical obtuseness), I realized that it’s still part of Luzon.
Unleash my creative skills. Yes, skills, not talents.
I don’t wake up with a story in mind that can flow like blood from pen to paper. I don’t have the brilliance of a renaissance artist to put stick figures in canvass and make them look like poetry in colors.
However, I do believe that I am not so inept when it comes to writing and painting, so I will create to please the minority of my audience. I am that minority. I shall create for my own gratification. Watch me not care.
Watch ASAP Live and declare my love for John Lloyd Cruz.
Funny huh? Not all things funny are jokes. I will really do it. Sorry, it’s just the inner showbiz commoner that’s hankering to get out. So if you love me– if you reallyreallyreally love me– come watch ASAP with me and act as the leash that will prevent me from jumping on Lloydie.
But at least, allow me to blow a kiss to Papa P! Haha.
Praise and worship a la alive-alive-alive-forevermore.
This is not a joke. I do miss the high of being around people speaking in tongues (shamana shamana) and singing with sheer holy joy about their faith. I have no qualms being Catholic, but I don’t let my religion tie my relationship with the Supreme Being down.
Much as I trust my own faith, it wouldn’t hurt to upgrade it through waving my hands in the air and losing myself in the revelry of His ways.
I’d really appreciate it if any of my readers will invite me to a day of praise and worship. Don’t be scared. What you heard about me is not true. I am not Satan’s spawn. Even if I were, set you mind to enjoy the challenge that is moi!
That’s all for now. There are still a lot of things I want to do that need execution. I will blog about them when I am sure to be equipped with the drive and the commitment essential to achievement.
This entry will be my contract. The publish button, my signature.
listening to: Gabrielle – Dreams