Bloggerwave finally paid me. Wee!
I did this short article for them and I got paid. Woohoo. Took an awfully long time though. But because they paid, I shall continue writing for them. Yey!
August 24, 2010
Clearing Out My Email Part 2
Peachy Linkz is becoming too much of a personal blog so I decided to do the easiest and most productive thing I can do right now: clear up my email and send the links I have gathered here.
http://www.pickthebrain.com/blog/20-useful-things-you-can-accomplish-in-15-minutes/
www.veryshortintroductions.co.uk (Where's the gap in your knowledge?)
These are for wallpapers:
http://www.pickthebrain.com/blog/20-useful-things-you-can-accomplish-in-15-minutes/
www.veryshortintroductions.co.uk (Where's the gap in your knowledge?)
These are for wallpapers:
http://wordsmith.org/awad/archives.html - a new word everyday ☺ www.rockinghamremembered.com/WHPolicemanTestifies.html - super funny! That's all for the mean time. ♥♥♥ |
♪♫Happy Birthday To Moi♫♪
I am 26.
After years and years of no contact, my father has finally resurfaced. Alive. And this makes me happy. There are hurts. The first time I saw his face again, I cried at how old he now looked. Of course, he has indeed gotten older. He's been through a lot and he has been away for almost a decade. But he's there. He survived.
I am waiting for a book from a beloved friend. Gosh, I hope the post office does not foul things up.
I am disappointed by the picture my country paints for itself. We are a people with so much to be proud of and yet someone goes crazy, some people become indiscriminate and we are left with a picture of gun-toting, bus-hijacking, foreign-tourist-murdering wacko. Damn it. And he says he wanted to be reinstated as a policeman. He's dead now. Pitiful.
I am overweight. Obese actually. Type 2. Type 3 if it exists. I am working on it damn it.
I am with a man I have loved for four years. I hope we stay long.
I wish Maroon 5 comes back to Manila to play.
I haven't gone to NZ but I've done something whimsical. I really hope the Post Office didn't manage to kill my dreams in an envelope.
I am 26. I wonder what I learned.
After years and years of no contact, my father has finally resurfaced. Alive. And this makes me happy. There are hurts. The first time I saw his face again, I cried at how old he now looked. Of course, he has indeed gotten older. He's been through a lot and he has been away for almost a decade. But he's there. He survived.
I am waiting for a book from a beloved friend. Gosh, I hope the post office does not foul things up.
I am disappointed by the picture my country paints for itself. We are a people with so much to be proud of and yet someone goes crazy, some people become indiscriminate and we are left with a picture of gun-toting, bus-hijacking, foreign-tourist-murdering wacko. Damn it. And he says he wanted to be reinstated as a policeman. He's dead now. Pitiful.
I am overweight. Obese actually. Type 2. Type 3 if it exists. I am working on it damn it.
I am with a man I have loved for four years. I hope we stay long.
I wish Maroon 5 comes back to Manila to play.
I haven't gone to NZ but I've done something whimsical. I really hope the Post Office didn't manage to kill my dreams in an envelope.
I am 26. I wonder what I learned.
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