i don't know who else to tag, so here's what i'll do: i'll tag anyone who hasn't been tagged who will read this post. so dear reader, you can go ahead and post your 8 items.
i guess i have a lot of 8-things, but this is as much as i can remember as of at the moment.
here goes:
1) i find myself staring blankly, reminiscing one of the best dreams i ever had, about two places called Mira Rhir and Mon Aman Rhir. I tried researching but couldn't find anything on it. So i guess i'll write something about that someday if...
2) i ever improve on my writing. i still fancy myself a writer, though i know at the back of my mind i think my writing skills have deteriorated (my poems suck and my poem "Red" is perhaps what'll make me a one-hit wonder), and my vocabulary reduced that's why i...
3) subscribed to Merriam-Webster's Word of the Day. but i don't remember everything that the subsciption is teaching me, so i...
4) keep them in one file in my work station, read it over every now and then, or try to answer the daily crossword on Sunstar, which i don't usually finish anyway.
5) whenever i lose things other than money, i have a hard time getting over it. Like the Vanity Fair book i bought in a book sale in SM for 75 pesos, the purple and blue striped sweater, or the green cardigan thing that my sister borrowed that i can't find in the room anymore, my green Artwork shirt with the elephant print that my sister borrowed, my poems (copies of my poems, god damnit) and my CDs that i left in manila and God knows when i'll get them back (copies of Fiona Apple, all three albums of A Perfect Circle, the original CD of Urbandub's album Influence, my Tori Amos compilations, goddamnit grrr....). And my guitar. my guitar good Lord, it's still in Manila and i'm too broke to fly there and get my stuff (along with it a bunch of other clothes that i could very well use for office grrr.)
6) I still think of that shoolmate back in high school who fell down the stairs to his death one rainy night. He accompanied his girlfriend on her way home, but wasn't able to go home himself. i dreamt of him twice during college. The last time i dreamt of him we were riding a taxi. i was on the passenger's seat, he sat at the back. for some reason, my seat kept shifting. he calmly told me to relax and "pasagdi lang na". My waking life was kind of unstable then, too.
7) i get scared of the question "how do i see myself 5 years from now" and i'm also afraid of getting fired from a job at the age of 40-something.
8) It was only last Thursday (Aug 16--about almost a year after) that i learned to heed this advice given to me by countless people: Let It Be.
