Okay, so I have a job now. Will get into that in a later entry, but what I want to say now is that this all feels so...

adult.

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I think I'm about to be made research fellow for a legal research center. I can't get into specifics, but I'm not quite sure if I want to get into research. But it's a job, a paying job so...

And make no mistake about it, I'm still looking for a second job, just because I'm really a workaholic (thank you for not pointing out the obvious.)

The secret is to not let them know that you don't have a fucking clue how you're going about your life.

Welcome to your twenties, PB.

Whimsy. That's what I would call one of my rooms in my dream home's west wing. It would be filled with high shelves for my books, lots of plump couches, a narra (indigenous red wood) desk, and loads of whatever fun stuff I could think of filling it with. I've been thinking of including small taxidermy work in this list, but I find it too macabre (right, PETA?).

Here's a decorative creature which could be cute, functional AND animal friendly. It's what its creators at Chic Sin Design call a "Sleeping Grizzly Bear Bean Bag". This washable  bear measures 51 x 70 x 103 centimeters and can be used as a pillow, chair, foot stool, etc. It's a bit pricey though. You can get this from Etsy for $135.

I don't know if this should be the blog's last entry or not.

I only go here for the archives. I was so talkative then.

But no. I'll keep writing here.

I want to write again.

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There's a Wings song I can't get out of my head. Actually it's just a line "my love goes with you..."

Starting with Picture of Dorian Gray.

I'm still living inside my head, so, let us not expect eloquence.

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THE IMMORTAL "I" OF THIS BLOG

im constructing another site of the same host. im doing it because i wanted to- for selfish reasons maybe.
i dont want to feel like im writing for an audience with my real name on the footer anymore.
i feel limited and confined with what might people think of me if i write this or that.
simply put, im writing anonymously, careless of any words i lay, free of creating appalling point of views,
ready to be liberated by awful truths present in this world. there i can be whoever i am.
whatever i put there wont affect people i know personally, there i wont have to relate my own name.
this blog has already done so much, its not going to say goodbye though but i feel its time to move on.
anyway i always knew i was discreet. very very discreet.  time to materialize it.