.true.to.my.sign

is there anyone else out there who feels that their horoscope is correct about 95% of the time? when it comes to rating your own 'Love', 'Career', and 'Health', it almost always seems correct. and does anyone else get those emailed horoscopes from www.astrocenter.com? it's like it was made for me. i can't explain how many times that email hit the home for me. too many times to count. and i am such a gemini, it's scary. i think that i do have 2 personalities. esp now. but maybe it's because i'm pmsing. so for those of you close to me (physically speaking), stay away until next weekend. however, i guess that's no one who's reading this. christine actually added me to her link list...if you're reading this, thanks for the shout out! i added yours to the list at the left...

the weekend was fun. had our non-housewarming-housewarming party. if that's the small list, i'm afraid to make the list for the real housewarming party. but whatever...maybe we can rent some folding chairs or something. it was so nice to see so many people all at once. people i haven't seen in months. people i haven't seen since they got laid off. good times, i say. and seeing kk this weekend was double the fun. she's always a riot to hang out with.

we saw pintig yesterday. good stuff. reminds me of those good ol' u of i days. i had forgotten what it's like to be immersed in the filipino world. i seem to have gotten sucked into this whole puti-business-yuppie-working-world. anyone feel me out there? i forgot about the days when i lived, breathed, and ate what it meant to be filipino. and now. what's left? nothing. because i'm not constantly surrounded by filipinos. is that good? i don't know. i don't think it's good or bad. as long as i don't forget. that's all that matters. don't forget where we all come from...

these weekends never seem to be long enough. always something to do. and by the time sunday night rolls around, i'm always in a rush to pay the bills and organize myself before i fly out monday mornings. i think i'm getting more used to it though. i don't really care so much what i wear anymore here, because there is seriously NO ONE to impress. i just need to get my shit done and have as much fun as i can here. but lemme tell you, my patience is wearing thin with people who just talk and tell stories just to get attention. and their stories just have no point. like, why do i care? i don't. but i'm just listening to be nice.

man, am i a bitch or what?

i'm usually not this harsh. and what's happening to my patience? did i lose it all by the time i turned 22? it seems like it. i don't know, but i need to get my act together. don't get me wrong, i love hearing people tell stories and if any one of my friends needs an ear, i'll drop everything and listen. but sometimes...co-workers just don't know when to stop....

maybe tomorrow will be a better day.