JOE IS DYING

This is the story of my day: 1. Go to school 2. Go to classes, do Type1 homework at my 3 hour break 3. Go to Book Making Class, then went home at 7.30pm 4. Miraculously picked up by Marlon at the gas station, got home totally dry from rain. 5. At home, thanking God for the awesome time-work, felt quite happy though there's a slight uneasy feeling in my chest. 6. Realizing that i left my power cord at school, left totally devastated 7. Eat half-heartedly, talking to Marlon with desperation to just switch off and give up. 8. Shower with thumping heart 9. Praying for help 10. Texting Kohei (my JP housemate) about borrowing his power cord. 11. Knock on the door, kohei asked what a power cord is. i told him it's the charger. he said that i could borrow it. 12. Went to Kohei's room, get the power cord, talk about his first day of school, his new music and his new hair cut. 13. Went back to my room, writing this blog while thanking the Lord. i believe nothing is a coincidence. let

I don't believe in caffeine. Or say, i did not believe in caffeine, until today. I was in my sleepiest stage of all my one year in school, and i actually took a minute nap or so. I had to pinch my cheeks, poke my legs with pencil on and on again to no avail. An hour before class was through, i went and get myself some drip coffee. I was on my toes, super excited about HTML codes in no time. Lesson learned: get coffee for night classes, go giddy.

it's not your blood-family, it's your other family. collection of friends that does not only touch your heart, but is in your heart. i don't want to lose any them, though i thank God for them each day, of course one will eventually leave the pack for another chapter of lives. it's inevitable. sad but true. i wish them, sincerely, all the greatest blessings. for they have been mine.

Consciously opening up myself, my heart and my being, to people who i do not know is quite energy sucking for some reason. You call it making friends, i call it a battle to walk out of my comfort zone. I could just sit there, listen, laugh and add a few sentences, and all will be well for me. But you need two to tango, you need "the more" to reach "the merrier". If you want to make a fire, but all you got is one burning stick and few unlit ones, use the little fire you have and let the other sticks catch on. It's mind-boggling how we, as human, interacts with each other. How much give and take we do when we converse. How much we pour energy into a pool and let others take that and mold it into their own kind of energy into the pool which they will pour into the same pool for others to salivate. This process of give and take wears me out by the end of the day. When what you get are positive energies, then you'll be happy. But when you get are nothing but neg

another skinage, after such such a long time. im loving this one. hopefully it won't fade till the evening ends. after taking 2 weeks of type class, im so into free-handing awesome fonts like this one: Berthold Bodoni Old Face. If you like making your own fonts like i do, join this www.letterplayground.com ! U P D A T E D -- Since the tail of my R wasn't drawn correctly (it needs a bolder curve and it supposed to have smaller teardrop, with longer square-tipped serif on the stem), i redraw the tail and this is what came out. the overall looked fine, but it's not a perfect bodoni old face because of how thick my R is. Still, i liked it. It's like a finer Claredon Roman with a Bodoni look. i retrace it with waterproof eyeliner, for extra protection. har har har

im loving my type class's homeworks. i know they are tedious, but what am i to do? i adore types - even before i realized it. i will work hard! for anyone whose hand writing i have copied, i apologize and i thank you guys too [for the exercise].

This pig-food-car called Maximus Minimus sells awesome pork or vegetarian burger they usually park one or two blocks away from the Pike Place Market.

school is going to start in two days. in two days my life will go back to its favorable, though most energy absorbing, rhythm. in two days i will walk on unsteady grounds. in two days i might be extremely giddy, or quite as nervous as before, or a tad reminiscent of what the last year has been. in two days i will start running. in two days i will try to be more friendly, to hell with my english and just talk, to smile and be just as expressive as i am with my homies. in two days i will see god's hands work powerfully. more powerfully than ever. in two days i will try to be the girl He's been preparing me to be. it was 3 months ago that i crashed. now im ready to spin.

"I tried not to think about it," i told him, "You know, about the scandal ..." "Of which you are not, in anyway, involved?" his raspy voice replied over the phone. "Well, maybe more like a friend of the suspect. That makes me... a... um, witness?" i made do. I heard nothing but his breath. I know he was just lounging around on his sofa bed, listening to my rambles as he watch the night grew steadily cooler. " It's fun, i guess, in a thick-black-oil-spill way," i continued while sipping on my morning coffee. " Ha! A contrary to the former adjective. Now, continue with the verdict," he added sarcastically. " That was me being subtly sardonic, thank you very much," i playfully smiled at my reflection on the coffee maker. I imagined him rubbing his hair and changing his sitting position to a more comfortable one. " Im half-way around the world from it. Nothing can be so bad when you're this detached." I

pops! by tresdivine featuring mulberry bags i haven't been touching polyvore for a month now, as i looked back... i really like my sets, even when i didn't realize that they were mine (it happens). im glad i stayed true to myself. rather than just following trends :)