F*cked

16th November, 2015. 07:11pm

So, my laptop is fucked up. Or at least starting to give up, which is sad because I’ve had this since 2011 since I started working from home. Lately, I’ve been getting this Disk Error and PXE-E61 Media Test Failure, which I don’t understand what it’s all about and what’s causing it. I’m pretty sure that my laptop doesn’t have a virus or a Malware because I have a pretty good anti-virus software. Also, I have CCleaner, which I use very often so I don’t know why it’s suddenly doing this. What’s weird is that it happens when I’m about to be finished, or when it’s too hot. I know it could be just that I need a new laptop fan and/or cooler, but I’ve had that problem before and it didn’t show those two problems; it just shuts down when it’s too hot. Also, it’s not that hot, I checked. I don’t know if it’s time for me to replace my laptop but I hope not (yet). I still love my laptop so much. It was one of the first things I bought since I decided to work from home.😔
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I’m way behind my NaBloPoMo prompts. Maybe it was a mistake signing up for this month, which is such a let down because I can always do a hundred tasks a day. I really hope I can still catch up. I have to. But I don’t know anymore.

NaNoWriMo 2015: Yay or Nay?

14th September, 2015. 6:08pm

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I should be working now, but re-reading my past blog posts, I can’t help but think (again!) about entering NaNoWriMo. I know it’s not starting until November, but I’m already thinking whether I should try this month or not. I know I have a story to tell, a few stories, actually, but am I ready to put my head on the chopping block and bleed to death ’til I produce 2,000 words a day?

The truth is, I don’t know.

Sariling Atin

21st August, 2015. 10:50pm

NaBloPoMo, Friday, August 21, 2015

If you could be instantly fluent in another language, which one would you choose to know?

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When I saw this prompt, the two languages that came into mind were Italian and French. I’d love to learn how to speak Italian more, because when we were in Italy when our Dance Company attended a dance competition there, we were so unaware of what everyone was saying. Of course, we could speak English, but Italy is a country (at least at that time) where not everyone can speak nor understand the English language.  I remember a specific time when we were invited to sing at the church during mass. I should’ve known where the mass is going because I’m a Catholic and the mass is pretty much the same, but because of the language barrier, I found myself falling asleep during the entire time. It’s embarrassing, but it’s also true and because of that, I wanted to learn how to speak it.

Another language that came to mind was French and the reason is so simple: everything sounds so classy in French. Even the way they cuss sounds so lovely!

When the curtain falls…

20th August, 2015. 11:17pm

NaBloPoMo, Thursday, August 20, 2015

What is the hardest part about learning a new skill? Do you enjoy a challenge or do you like things to come easily?

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I love learning new things, but sometimes, knowing something new frustrates the heck out of me… especially if it’s something I know I’m not good at. Like dancing.

I know. Bring on the humble pie. I’ve been a dancer since 1998, but I stopped around seven or eight years ago so I can focus on being a working girl. I loved dancing. I was supposed to take up Theater Arts twice—first after High School, and then right after graduating in College—but here in my country, “Dancer” as a job is impossible.

It Takes Two…

19th August, 2015. 10:05am

NaBloPoMo, Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Have you ever knowingly (beforehand) hurt someone? Why did you make the decision you made?

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*Sorry I wasn’t to publish this yesterday. I was just so busy because we did a Podcast yesterday over at ONCE.

About a few years ago, when my Dad started letting his bitch live in our house without talking to us first, I was such a brat. I used to air all my frustrations out on Social Media, not giving fucks on who can read it and what people would say or think about me and/or my family. I was livid, and no amount of talking him over can change his mind. And then I decided to work from home without telling him.

He asked me a lot things why I quit my job to work from home. I didn’t answer him because I’m still disappointed at what he’s doing to us. That was when he told me that from that day forward, he and I will be indifferent to one another. In short, he doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore.