Seven

Seven things I want to do before I die...
1. finish a culinary arts diploma
2. own and manage a restaurant
3. learn at least four languages
4. become a published poet
5. purchase an island
6. travel the moon
7. win a nobel

Seven things I cannot do...
1. lick my chin (and the other stupid human tricks)
2. drive a car
3. tidy my room
4. remove my contact lenses
5. wake up and not smoke within 5 minutes
6. fail
7. wait

Seven things that attract me to both a boy and a girl...
1. intellect
2. passion
3. conversation
4. wit
5. kiss
6. soul
7. life stuggle

Seven things that I say most often...
1. oh my!
2. fuck!
3. precisely!
4. huh?!
5. ah ok...
6. nevermind...
7. later

Seven books I like to read...
1. F. Sionil Jose
2. Vladimir Nabokov
3. John Maxwell
4. Milan Kundera
5. Robert Kiosaki
6. Haruki Murakami
7. Paulo Coelho

Seven movies I could watch over and over again...
1. Batteries not Included
2. Back To The Future
3. Gattaca
4. Cocoon
5. Amelie
6. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
7. Life Is Beautiful

Seven people I am tagging to do this survey...
1. hanne
2. lhen
3. chabacz
4. nherz
5. dan
6. random person
7. random person

I.M.Patient II

The beauty of joblessness is ephemeral. No more than two weeks is my threshold. Beyond such time, I am ready to sign any contract regardless of the job's nature or its monetary rewards. I have to have load of books to read and friends to meet in the interim otherwise I go berserk unemployed.

Why am I perennially impatient over almost all things in my life, most especially with sticking to a job? I think it is congenital. I remember an episode in my childhood I first manifested this disorder. Nanay was waking me up for some chore when I snapped and threatened to slit her throat if she did not stop nudging my shoulders. I admit that it has grown to become a disorder over my lifetime, the impatience over almost all things in my life that is.

I prefer radical change over slow change. I find it difficult, with my not-so-upright virtue, to accept things when they are totally unacceptable. More so to shut my eyes and mouth and succumb to status quo when I know that something can be done if only one can muster enough guts to start moving things to a better direction. This explains why I have not been able to stick to my jobs. First was a boss who had forgotten about what mentoring and proper people management was. Then, a group of coworkers and airhead bosses who knew, and cared about, nothing but themselves wrongly stuck in a very promising and ideal company. Last, I admit, was a summation of my poorly thought-out decisions combined with a pretty bad start up.

I attempt to rationalize and justify it each time. But I fail. Nevertheless, I do not and will not regret them. No matter what the consequences were. And I rarely do in any wrong decisions in my life. I do not know regret. And I am scared to death to experience the real definition of regret.

OCD Attack

Boredom led me to cleaning up the portable ee and I are sort of sharing. First agenda was to consolidate and clean up music files. Gawd! It's a mess. Cant believe the amount of legal, pirated, downloaded and P2Ped songs we have. From blackmail-material-I-will-delete-this-so-noone-will-ever-know-I-had-a-copy songs to the ones I adore, it was a pain cleaning up and organizing files. I had to rename a bulk of songs for they were either Track x or Song x. Darn it! What surpised me though was that I can name Bob Marley's songs in a few notes. Amazing!

Right now, am defraggin and perhaps will be doing so until the next six hours. Shit!

A little digging up led me to very important proprietary files. Harhar. Damn! I should get a USB HDD soon!

Am 9% done with the defrag. Fuck!