be patient, apple...

I saw this picture on one of my friend's FB page just now... and I remember this way back last year when a friend told me 'bout this at the top of the hand drying machine in their restroom...

This was written by Pete Wentz, bassist for the band Fall Out Boy, telling girls that they have to wait for the right person who aren't afraid and brave enough to 'climb' and sweep them off their feet (I wish am not mistaken here).

I don't know. I have to agree but there's a funny feeling inside me that doesn't feel good about this. Am not saying that this quote is wrong... I don't know (yep, I have to repeat it). I keep on thinking that if I were the apple, I will soon be rotten just like the apples below. Those rotten apples below were once one of the best apples at the top of the tree. No one wants to be one of the rotten apples, right?

Am thinking on how to stop the rotting process. There is one thing that my 'naive' mind is telling me. HOPE AND BE PATIENT! Hope and patience that the right person will come before you rot. Better, have the hope that there you will not rot, ever!

But in my case, am near being rotten beyond recognition... ^^ hope you'll not rot like me..

P.S.

As I was doing this. Am amazed that Pete Wentz also wrote books and the better half of Ashley Simpson (I like her!).

first time...

Well, hello to the world of blogging. It will be my first. I was thinking if I should have a theme for my blog. About my job? Nah, because I will usually fill my blog during my rest days and I don't want to talk about work during my rest days. About family? Nope, nothing interesting... About lovelife? (LOL!) Am not a love guru that knows a lot 'bout love and being in my shoes adds to the fact that lovelife will be elusive (FYI: am not a seminarista). Seriously, I live a life that revolves around work and home. I go out with friends once in a blue moon. I double-click my browser just to look at my facebook account (yep, my visits to my Y!mail in a year do not get past the number of your fingers in your hands!). To make it short, my life is pretty boring (CUE: Insert slow, sad, instrumental music here).

But I don't think that life is unfair. It gave me a very talkative brain that never runs out of ideas, from cerebral stuff to anything crazy, mostly mean and sinister thoughts. It's like having verbal diarrhea, which I also have, but it doesn't come out of my mouth. I think it's 'brain fart', as one of my favorite jocks say it. Having this brain might be caused by being exposed to television, traumatic experiences and being alone most of the time (I think it's bad TV rays).

Anyway, I have decided that this will be a good output. My messed-brain-with-overloaded-ideas will be treated here... I will make it a point that I will update this once a week. Be ready to read useless things here (LOL! whenever I type 'things', I always type 'thongs').