Secure Empty Trash.
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://petitinvention.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/stinky_trash-petitinvention.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img class="aligncenter" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 0px; text-align: center; cursor: hand; width: 320px;" src="http://petitinvention.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/stinky_trash-petitinvention.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></p> <p style="font-style: italic; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;">image borrowed from <a href="http://petitinvention.wordpress.com/">PetitInvention</a></p> <p style="text-align: justify;">I've always held a great respect for tenure. In fact, my life is filled with positions that are held for long periods of time: my family I've had all my life; my real friends are at least a decade old; exes last at the very least 9 months (or at least long enough to get someone pregnant); careers are several years in the making; even crushes (the palpable ones at least), I've kept for more than 365 days, and so on. The same thing goes for things I hold in great value -- my grade school exams, the first notebook I bought in Europe, pens I got on sale during high school, and love letters I received from relationships of yore (read: 1990) -- all these are still stored in a locked place in my house waiting for the day I decide to re-file them, or finally throw them away.<div class="qodef-more-link-container"><a itemprop="url" href="https://www.riccichan.com/2008/11/secure-empty-trash/#more-14" target="_self" class="qodef-btn qodef-btn-medium qodef-btn-solid"> <span class="qodef-btn-text">Continue reading</span> </a></div></p>
Time
America gets a new chance, and Hollywood's long-time prediction (or joke) is proven true: Obama wins, there is a Black president in the White house, and everyone (well, at least majority of the US -- and the world) is happy.<div class="qodef-more-link-container"><a itemprop="url" href="https://www.riccichan.com/2008/11/time/#more-13" target="_self" class="qodef-btn qodef-btn-medium qodef-btn-solid"> <span class="qodef-btn-text">Continue reading</span> </a></div>
Mercury And The Rain
I HATE the rain.<div class="qodef-more-link-container"><a itemprop="url" href="https://www.riccichan.com/2008/09/mercury-and-the-rain/#more-11" target="_self" class="qodef-btn qodef-btn-medium qodef-btn-solid"> <span class="qodef-btn-text">Continue reading</span> </a></div>
On Hope.
<p style="text-align: justify;">HOPE. It's one of those words we closely attach to Hallmark moments and Praise & Worship. It has always been a "positive" word (if ever there are), usually given the all-too-overstated concept that everything will be fine, or that everything will turn out okay. It is one to push people to the belief that sitting down in passivity will yield a promising eventuality, or that the all-too-powerful notion of positive thinking will change the reality of life from one that is forlorn, to one that is filled with optimism. Few have dared to look at hope for the exact opposite of what it is believed to be - that it can be an agent of despair, and could be one to encourage blind faith.</p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><div class="qodef-more-link-container"><a itemprop="url" href="https://www.riccichan.com/2008/09/on-hope/#more-9" target="_self" class="qodef-btn qodef-btn-medium qodef-btn-solid"> <span class="qodef-btn-text">Continue reading</span> </a></div></p>