"Make it work."

Filed under dengeki daisy, orinji no iru | hn. your pen's toilet

It's up to you to fill in the spaces and put two and two together.

But, seriously, who will you listen to: your group who knows your topic best at the least or the other groups who only eavesdropped and had their own interpretation of what went on?

Before you decide, think if you have the right to react. In the first place, you don't do MUCH compared to the rest of the group.

{ mood } tch

Filed under dengeki daisy | hn. your pen's toilet

The dream of making the trading enterprise into a company is like a child's dream. Who knows she might make it. No matter how long it will take.

{ mood } amused

Filed under la cour tisane | hn. your pen's toilet

"Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing."

- Oscar Wilde

{ mood } milked

Filed under through red-colored spectacles | hn. your pen's toilet

“Writers aren’t people exactly. Or, if they’re any good, they’re a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person.”

- F.Scott Fitzqerald.

{ mood } (smirking)

Filed under orinji no iru, through red-colored spectacles | hn. your pen's toilet

" I like nonsense; it wakes up the brain cells."

- Theodor Geisel

Was a panelist to a mini thesis earlier. Was suddenly pulled out for it impromptu. The topic: Food Establishments in Valenzuela City

Business Management class

{ mood } giddy

Filed under dengeki daisy, through red-colored spectacles | hn. your pen's toilet

As usual. (grinning)

When she was a kid, like most of us were, she invented bits of tinkers here and there. For example, the Kero-Keropi collectibles that were made of polyester half-plastic half-rubber in laymen's features. She used its back head and its ears as a substitute eraser for pencil and pen erasures. It worked. Well, it was useful but the Kero-Keropi was her older sister's. Hence, the encounter was terse. The days of its usefulness for her and its existence can be counted by the fingers. Though it surely was not fleeting for the memory to go by and be left washed away from the gutters.

Apparently, years after, now that she has grown up, there is this pen that had half-plastic half-rubber at the other end which was a saviour from all erasures given the right type of ink the pen was filled with.

Hah.

Modern days.

and how

her ridiculous ideas back then were in fact true somehow.

{ music } Boys Meet You

Filed under dengeki daisy | hn. your pen's toilet

Turn your wounds into wisdom.

Yeah.

{ mood } hnnn

Filed under through red-colored spectacles | hn. your pen's toilet