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What do you want me to say?
Last last Sunday is still waiting to be posted.
Last last Monday gripping thoughts are still stuck in my phone.
Photos are awaiting to be uploaded.
This blog is wanting of the words I have to describe a few sessions of "The Beatles Rockband" with my sisters.
A recount of a couple of pizzas.
A parade of luxury cars and big luxury motorbikes.
Grandmother stories.
Our recessive genes.
The offense I took when my father told me and my sisters that we are not clever. I took it personal.
The awkwardness, the confusion, and the heart break to see my grandfather cry.
The memory of one of my uncles crying and the fact that he said his father didn't love him and he wouldn't cry.
A constant supply of chocolates (not that I am complaining).
The feel like we were volunteering for a cause last saturday, only it is not a cause and it involves tons and tons of old paper works. And that we have to do it again this saturday.
The frustration and clinging hope of my soul card reading session.
The recent happiness and pride of the new CPA board passers. :D
The fact that I am now having my first year anniversary with ",CPA".
And not having the funds/budget to celebrate it. Even just on my own.
Sitting next to one of the guys I like.
Hours on end singing with my sister, a couple of songs with my father and a few songs watched by my grandmother.
Annoying group messages from a former classmate.
Of hunyangos and lawyers.
Of bitter pills that are hard to swallow. (figurative)
The haunting and the fact that I am forever scarred of the "Hunger Games".
The fact that I can't think of a perfect book to follow that series. (Although, I am thinking of "Eat Pray Love", I haven't transferred it to my e-book yet.)
How I am having second thoughts who is the brightest among the four of us (me and my sisters).
And how that makes me think how unintelligent I am.
Of annoying intrusions and invasion of personal spaces. That irks me to the bones.
My growing resentment of going home at five and whole day Saturdays.
My mother's annoying comments about faith.
And here, I'd like to say, that my faith is not confined in the four walls of the Catholic Church.
I am fine enough with my current relationship with God.
And here, I'd like to say, that I am only a Roman Catholic in paper and a theist by practice.
I am pretty sure God doesn't neglect those who "forget" (under my mothers distorted way of things).
God is not a human being He is a God and therefore I believe He doesn't operate like how people who are "know-it-alls" and "always right" do. And I don't see my prayers as sacrifices.
Anyway Hemingway, I am lagging. In so many things.
And I am malcontent. And I am wishing I am not.
And I am pissed off that my mother questions my planned leave. And it is all I can do to keep myself from shouting at her, "How dare you!"
I know. The greatest challenge with my work right now is my mother. I swear.
Although the monster that keeps telling me "I can't do this for the rest of my life" (being an auditor or doing accounting) is sometimes at bay and sometimes, I can convince myself that it is okay to WORK (meaning to be an auditor/partner in the future). Deep in me, I know, it's a lie. And if there's no other way out, then I am doomed. And will never find happiness in my work.
This entry is turning into a hateful rant instead of an unending recap.
Ayah! I wish I could play the drums of our wii and have my "Audrey Hepburn" marathon this Sunday. And I am looking forward to the fact that I could wake up at 8 am this coming Sunday. :D :D :D. Oh! me and my reconciliation with my love for sleep. :D
And I self-proclaim that Adele's "Set Fire to the Rain" is Katniss and Peeta's soundtrack. Thank you very much! :D