Who am I
Jace
Nov. 2, 1982
I am a normal person. At least that is what I know about myself.
Interests:
Basketball: Bowling: Billiards: Badminton: Soccer: Wall Climbing: Swimming: Cycling: Martial Arts: Dancing: Sleeping: Hanging out with Friends: Drinking Beer with Friends: Playing video games: Playing video games with Friends: Malling: Bar Hopping: KTV : Surfing the Internet: Playing Around: Kidding Around: Deep Thinking: Daydreaming:
PS Friends:
Amie
Anne Marii
Carmina
China
Claire
Gretch
Gwen
Kikokix
Vanny
Bloggy Friends
Baknoy
Blaise
Chichi
Franz
Gail
Henz
Ian
Ives
Iya
Leigh
Meann
Plue
Storm
Trish
Yshie
Zhang
Other Friends
Aris
Denz
Mad
Nassy
Pat
Poch
Weej
Xndi
Messages
My past...
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January 2012
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And you can't save it, you watch it break.
Why should I be the one picked?
For more years than I could ever remember, I did not think that I would go and look for this again. I always felt ashamed when mentioning it because I thought it was really something trivial. It's almost considered an antique but then again, it is full of significance to somebody. I can't believe I would risk bruises and severe sweat just to dig this up again.
Reckless is when you think the choices that you make are still your own but you fail to recognize that destiny can be intertwined. You may control your own destiny but it will affect somebody else.
I never really liked to be sick. You get so much attention from everybody and it feels like you can't do anything right. People give you leeway and try to understand that since you're sick, you can't do much and they feel they have to protect you every way they can. I feel like so weak and defenseless.
But come to think of it, the pampering is not that bad. I get to just lie down and people will cook for me, bring me stuff, and ultimately leave me alone to get well. *wink wink* I also get a lot hugs and kisses from my Sweet Baby Love. Yay! ...
I think there are some people who think they could escape from life by being sick. If they have stuff to do... if they have some responibilities that they are just tired to doing, they pretend to be sick. Some would have been really happy if they actually got sick.
Not me. I'd rather be well. I want to know that I'm well enough to do the things I choose to do. I wanna be well enough to take on the responsibilities given to me. I want to know that I'm well enough to live and to love.
So now, I'm trying to get well. I'm resting and blowing my nose. At the same time, forward to another day at work... another day in life... and a loving and fun time with my baby.