tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35334744426751702372011-04-21T17:28:34.949-07:00Paolanoreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533474442675170237.post-41047539622628780352009-03-01T20:29:00.000-08:002009-03-01T20:35:04.638-08:00

It's been a while since I last wrote. The last time I wrote... I was in Quepasa Land. But no... no more. As of last friday I no longer have a job. That's right. You give your life to a company for 2.5 years, and its just goodbye... Thats ok, I'm looking forward to this time off. Figuring stuff out. From my previous posts...from over a year ago.. you can see that I didn't have much time for

Paolanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533474442675170237.post-67243012563495107702007-10-16T17:34:00.000-07:002007-10-16T18:02:01.449-07:00

From FamilyFrom FriendsFrom WorkFrom Life...and from what I want... wait what do I want? Do we ever know what we want, or when it comes we just know? mmmmm. Not sure.We don't ever really really ever know what we want because once we achieve what we thought we wanted, we want more things. Does this make any sense at all?Probably not. I think im tired.

Paolanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533474442675170237.post-26929684788823496512007-10-13T15:21:00.001-07:002007-10-13T15:49:40.718-07:00

These last two months have been weird for me, work has been very crazy, my life has been up in the air in the sense that stability is virtually non existant for me... though its crazy life has a way of rewarding you through fun, random and spontaneous moments......such as spending time with someone new, and having stimulating conversations on things that really matter. Sometimes we all get so

Paolanoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533474442675170237.post-14857954088556056212007-09-25T11:51:00.000-07:002007-09-25T15:05:00.311-07:00

"Mistakes are part of being human. Appreciate your mistakes for what they are: precious life lessons that can only be learned the hard way... Unless it's a fatal mistake, which at least, others can learn from..."Everyone has a different value system. Its hard to accept sometimes....and it kind of hurts when you realize people are/were/never will be what they seem(ed). Or don't have the character

Paolanoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533474442675170237.post-29192921449329919582007-09-20T22:28:00.001-07:002007-09-20T22:28:45.790-07:00

At the end of the day, there are some things you just can't help but talk about. Some things we just don't want to hear, and some things we say because we can't be silent any longer. Some things are more than what you say, they're what you do. Some things you say cause there's no other choice. Some things you keep to yourself. And not too often, but every now and then, some things simply speak

Paolanoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533474442675170237.post-75421206976588359112007-09-20T22:02:00.000-07:002007-09-20T22:25:53.232-07:00

I see in front of me a couple arguing, very intensely: he said, she said. He thinks that she doesn't put enough effort into the relationship, and she thinks that she has, and that he's too demanding.... I don't think this argument is going to end anytime soon, but I hope she wins. :)I see to the left of me, two business men discussing a sales strategy for the following day, I think they work in

Paolanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533474442675170237.post-46980296778186028692007-09-18T18:22:00.000-07:002007-09-18T18:28:08.811-07:00

That I over stay at work, that I don't have time to see the people I care about, that I feel stressed for planning a vacation? WHEN DID IT HAPPEN? This is not me.Por el amor de dios. And its even worse when you you tell your family this and they start laughing at you, "welcome to the real world pao." grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. I will still be a world traveler when I grow up.... Job

Paolanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533474442675170237.post-67858473914010146862007-09-14T20:24:00.000-07:002007-09-15T07:39:37.572-07:00

Para mi abuelito, que en paz descanse...Hay muchas veces que uno se pregunta... existira dios....?No importa en que religion te crearon, uno cuando crece, siempre se pregunta... porque me pasaran estas cosas, como le hago para sobresalir y estar mejor? Habra alguien que me puede ayudar... donde esta Dios cuando mas lo necesito... la respuesta... ahi esta. Se presenta en las maneras mas

Paolanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533474442675170237.post-83704685162212092242007-09-10T03:37:00.000-07:002007-09-10T06:53:33.959-07:00

3 in the morning.Usually when I can't sleep, I have a journal right next to me, and furiously start writing, releasing the thoughts that enrapture my head that don't allow me to sleep... For some reason, once I get them down on paper once I let them out, I am able to return to the sleep I so desperately need.Anxiety is normal these days for me. I'm in the process of transition, where everything

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