i'll make time.

I did have time to blog around. But my current work has been depriving me of precious time and has temporarily stopped the production of my all natural creative juices. It is because.. I am being transformed into a corporate slave. I am trying hard to be a good one but I suck at it... At this point, i'm a wreckless mess plus blame it to the hasty turn over. I don't even call it a turn over... It was just a one day orientation of what files are which... a little bit of who's who and your off to the real world. i don't want to burden you with the boring details because by doing so, i might cut off your circulation..but anyhow.. comparing it with previous work, this is more intellectually stimulating.. stress level almost about the same.. although, it's too early to tell...i have to say, i was relatively happier with the people i was with before. the company paid well, but they'll kill you easily and bore you like you've never been bored before. now, i'm just a young underpaid chorewhore. sorry blog readers if my blogtime will be cut into half...which means i might shorten my rants and raves. i might be offline from time to time..who knows?? don't worry i'll make time.

pimp my blog

seriously. no matter how hard i try to make it look attractive much less interesting.. it always end up distractive... i browse around.. trying out layouts, customizing stuff here and there... i can't seem to get my creative juices up and running.. there's a lot cool websites that let them do it for you. you want to make things right and they end up being wrong.. so after a few hours of wasteful clicking... i just decided not to change my blog.. who cares about how it looks anyway??? i do but o well...

i write therefore.... i'm wasted

after a few hours spent in alcohol consumption... 3 a.m. i sit here, idle and probably will wait for dawn to break. after work, me, my boss and my officemates went out. actually, it was my boss' treat. before, i usually spent my friday nightssitting in front of the p.c. while talking with strangers. now, i sit in front of these new batch of strangers...minus the p.c. and the head set.. my boss is cool. she's outgoing... well so far, we're ok. my new officemates... are so so. i still miss my teammates, though...my idea of a perfect friday though is to stay at home and watch t.v until my eyes bleed or... probably brush up on my german self-study class...or sit infront of the p.c without the head set, and feed my virtual hunger ... even though, i like going out with friends, it's a hassle staying in a place where there's really loud house music...desperately trying to interact.it's hard to make a good conversation last. most of the time you'll end up repeating every word you say and eventually get drunk by doing so... i believe that my alcohol tolerance is still as mediocre as my knowledge in the latin language... but anyways, as we always say.. practice makes perfect. after the bonding session with my officemates, my housemates asked me to join them for another session..another round of shameless drinking, laugh trips and sight seeing... eying for potential targets of our shameless bickering whatsoever... my head is sort of spinning now... so i guess i should stop before i barf all over the computer table... so much for my friday stint.. i hate weekends..

SUMMER BUMMER

Reality bites harder as usual. and so we're back from the shores of boracay. Welcome back to hell, so to speak. I guess the best part of the trip is that I was with my friends. Nothing beats traveling with a bunch of hyped individuals--always amped to have fun, explore and yup...drink. In boracay, people partied like it'll be their last day on God's green earth.By dawn..people are expected to be wasted like..totally paralyzed---wasted. Not us though, we'll the thing is we're a bit cautious since we're all girls. No one will carry us to our room if we get really dead drunk without taking advantage..if you know what i mean.. Ok, I'm paranoid or whatever. But hey, we don't want to have our very own version of boracay scandal. Although, the main goal was really to get WASTED all three nights..In PIER ONE,they have this drink call fCUK You, Archie, which will leave you too fckd up to function. It's a combo of 10 different shots in one tall glass. And to get the "basag" effect you have to down it in one gulp. We just didn't risk it. I'm still hoping that my tolerance in alcohol will become higher. I guess practice makes perfect, huh? hehe


As expected, local celebrities were spotted from Phoemela Barranda (tama ba spelling??), Karel Marquez to the rising rock stars CALLALILY. wheeewww..Perfecto! The food is really expensive. But anyways, it's G-O-O-D! We tried italian, chinese and of course filipino food--isaw! Their isaw as my friends would describe it was simply to die for... I'm not a fan of chicken or pork innards though.. So I passed. Haha. Boring!The beach was still the same.I'm surprised that they were able to maintain it. It's still clean. The only trash you'll see would be cigarette butts impacted in the sand, and some exotic women sand bathing. Que horror!We also went sailing. It was so relaxing. The Paraw was this small sailboat. It was just wind-powered. No gasoline needed--very earth-friendly indeed. We just let the waves takes us away and of course the soothing wind against your body is simply....HEAVEN.

By the end of the trip, I just realized that SPF 70 really really works. I didn't get that dark. No sunburn either. I still suck at drinking though. I got more depressed because I know that when I get back loads of paperwork is waiting which means.. I'll get a major migraine and it's not from hangover.

Summer is a bummer. FckU, Archie!!

sweet escape

listening to: Sunburn by SANDWICH "I just need to go the BEACH....Sunburn!"

bora! here i come...again! wish me luck...I need to get out and let the sun eat away my melanine.. I've been nocturnal for almost 24 months. I only get around 2-3 hours of sun exposure which is not healthy... I guess. Well, I'm still counting on the SPF 70 just in case. I don't want tan lines and to get a toasted siopao complexion... though that would be pointless! It's summer for crissakes!

I'll post the details of my 4 day getaway..if and when I get back in one piece...

Tchuss! : o

clone me!

at this point, i haven't mastered the art of multi-tasking yet. i'm officially the chore whore and i have no idea what i'm doing. i'm too tired to post or to even exhale. a part of me needs a long vacation and a part of me...well, it still as stubborn as ever.

later! : P

get well soon, dj!

i'm not weird. i'm special

people's first impression of me is that..i'm shy. i'm not soft spoken..maybe i just don't like talking to you! hahaha. i like to seize people up. i easily open up to them if they're worth it..hehehe. i'm not quiet! hell, i'm louder than your average punk rock music!maybe, i'm awkward. i stutter. i stammer. i'm full of inhibitions. now, that's more like it.. my mind is always preoccupied. that's why i'm quiet. ok. i'm weird... o wait no..i'm special! hahaha. sucker! : )

DIET is DIE with a T

summer. time to hit the waves because of the scorching HOT sun. I don't particularly love summer. though, I don't abhor it either. i don't want to get tan lines or get DARKer complexion. As i recall, I already am DARK deep inside so why flaunt it in the outside? swimsuits as skimpy as they are designed to be, they're the most difficult thing to find. Finding the right FIT, the right CUT, the right EVERYTHING! during summer, people get too weight conscious. why? because we are obliged to show more SKIN. if we keep on hiding behind our jogging pant or sweat shirts we'll end up like a burrito wrap. what better and faster way to lose those lard is to undergo DIE-T. Proper diet involves dedication and discipline. Proper exercise means a kick ass program and a whole lot of money to finance you're hunky gym instructor and be able to work out in style. But then again, we have those drastic diets.

1. LAXATIVES and PILLS- This one MAY involve dehydration, and basically emptying the insides of your intestines and frequent encounters with the jon too.

2. WATER THERAPY- self-explanatory. You basically drink, eat, breathe and live WATER. All day, all week, until you're lighter than WATER itself.

3. EXTREME DETOX- you basically purge and voluntarily throw up. What's the use of taking food in and after 10 minutes deposit them in your nearest toilet?

4. FRUIT DIET- What is a balanced meal? This is not the one. You suck on all the fruit juices until your PH level hits the acidity level of vinegar. They say CARBS makes you really chunky so chomp your way into those melons for a change.

5. FASTING- don't eat. better yet, don't live either.

So yes. We're all vain. We all want to fit those figure hugging clothes and flaunt what we got without seeing people raise they're eyebrows when you pass by. WE want to be affirmed that we look good. We want to be complimented for they way we look and carry ourselves, like a simple wink from a beach hunk.. We want to feel CONFIDENT. For me, dieting improves my appetite.. hahaha. So I guess it's useless But for OTHERS,

DIET is DIE with a T.

self-flagellation is not my thing

I must confess i am not an avid fan of fasting or abstinence(obvious?!). curse thee. lent for me,means chance to get more sleep or to lie in the beach all day. we use to have annual lenten excursions. when my mom was still alive. she was the one in charge of planning the family excursions. It's usually held in pasacao during black saturday or easter. we still have ones now. but it's not the same without her. plus the other relatives are already abroad.I also remember that my dad has this "panata". every good friday he would go to church (Naga Metropolitan Cathedral) to hear the "7 last words". I on the otherhand, join my lola as home. I try hard to stay awake while we watch the 7 last words being televised on the local channel. I really try my very best to keep my eyes open. My lola is superstitious.. she says if you sleep in th afternoon--specifically during the time of Christ's dying moment. You'll be joining him as he ascend and meet our creator.. o dba?! Yup if you fell asleep by 3pm, which as the bible say, is the time when Christ died, you'll go bye bye too.. Hmmm.. It didn't work. I fell asleep after the 7th word was uttered.. which if my memory serves me right is... "Consumatum Est".I don't speak latin..I just think it means... It is done?

Ok, so maybe I am not a devote Catholic. Ironic, I've always been in a catholic school. Me and the lord. We're tight. In all honesty, I only go to mass, if I have this strong feeling in my gut that I have to. It's like divine intervention or whatever. It's not just because I need a favor from Him. Maybe sometimes. But what's the point in going to mass everyday, or visiting the confessionary every week, if deep inside your heart, He is not really there. For me, it's all hypocrisy. I always pray. I don't ask favors alot. But I do talk to him, maybe even sometimes, I tend to doubt him like all normal catholics do.

I don't see the point of self-flagellation unless you really mean what you're doing. Why do I have to starve myself until my eyes fall out of their sockets? why do I have go vegetarian for a week? It's all about commemorating Jesus sufferings. It's about joining him, putting ourselves in his shoes for awhile. But isn't it that we suffer all the time, may it be caused by our own bidding or not. Life is full of suffering. We don't just experience it during lent. Maybe, I'm being irrational. I don't know. Maybe I can't really sacrifice my cravings for the chrissake. However, I do share HIS cross. Each one has her or his cross to bear. We carry it everyday. At this time though, I just feel like doing nothing. Nothing.And time will come that HIS will WILL be DONE. Consumatum Est. Perhaps, we can share him in this eternal bliss. And we can finally say that. IT IS DONE.