about the hair

My PS mugshot..which was sent to me by a long lost PS friend. Thanks, Benjo. I am more depressed now than ever and it's not just because it is Christmas. Not only that I looked younger and fresher.. I think I still look less fat. But that's besides the point. I miss my short hair. 8 more months until I see the hair dresser extraordinaire named MARGIE. She has been cutting my hair since my elementary years.AAh, the melancholia...

Having longer hair means.. using more shampoo, more combing time, and obligatory drying process through our trusty electric fan. Going to work, looking like you just got out of the shower..is a major turn off.

Plus, I'm having variety issues in terms of either tying or just leaving it hang like a mop. They say that most men prefer women with long jet black hair....And studies shows that most sexually assaulted women have long hair. Tsk. tsk.tsk.

What to do? Lure perverted men or cure the rashes on my back? What a dilemma!

6 Days of Christmas: Wish ko Lang

I found out that Santa was not real when I was in the first grade. Christmas eve, midnight. I saw my father creeping out of bed and opening our cabinet. I saw him bring out the gifts, which I presume is for me. I was already in bed but I am keeping my eyes slightly opened---to spy. He went down the stairs to go to the Christmas tree. I leaped out of my camoflauge to further spy on my unassuming father. In My dad just gave me a sheepish smile and a little pat in the head.

The moment he unloaded the presents beneath the tree, I shouted " H-U-L-I!". In return, my dad just gave me a sheepish smile and a little pat in the head.


And that's how I realized that Santa is just a metaphor. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.

And now that "Santa" is retired and "Mrs. Claus" has already moved into the great beyond.. I'll just leave the list for anyone who has a kind heart and loaded wallet [hihihi].

1. DIGITAL CAMERA- This has been in my Christmas list since forever. I'm not that picky when it comes to cameras, as long as it's handy and has huge memory, can take clear pictures--then I am ok with it.

2. LAPTOP- My previous SANTA was asking me how much a laptop costs. When I told him the price, he nearly fainted. I shall not put my SANTA in grave danger by rousing a possible heart attack. I can only hope and pray that this wish would come true.

3. In line with my TECHNO LUST and in case items number 1 and 2 are too much to handle-- I'll settle for OLD SCHOOL-- CD or DVD.

a. PARAMORE- RIOT (Album)
b. LOST (COMPLETE SEASON 1-3 dvd is OUT now!!!)
c. HOUSE COMPLETE SEASON 1-3 DVD is OUT now!!)
d. MIGUEL ESCUETA - I AM M.E. ( Support OPM!!!)

4. GEEK STUFF

a. HEROES Godsend Necklace
b. Lifesize poster of PETER PETRELLI (Shirtless is preferred)
c. Davidoff (Cool Water)-->(SAWYER'S SCENT) w/ JOSH HOLLOWAY POSTER ---*heart*
d. DRIVE SHAFT RING from LOST

5. GIBSON ELECTRIC GUITAR (violet) and AMPLIFIERS- guitar playing is a good stress reliever.

6. NEW JOB- a job that pays the rent without selling your soul to SANTA...ErRm.. SATAN

BONUS:

A pair of BOOTS to kick SANTA'S arse!



Merry Christmas!

free size

One size fits all. Can you explain the logic behind this?
One size fits all. I'm not a SMALL or MEDIUM
Don't tell me that I can't wear SKINNY JEANS
because I AM NOT SKINNY
I wouldn't go bulimic to have a waist line of a stripper's pole
One size fits all.
Maybe I should go work out
or do HIP HOP abs
Maybe I should enroll myself to yoga
and burn the bad cholesterol
One size fits all
That's how my cookies crumble.

rockstar

"Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hillltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We’ll all stay skinny ‘cause we just won’t eat
And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger’s gonna wind up there
Every playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair
And we’ll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today’s who’s who
They’ll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody’s got a drug dealer on speed dial
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar"

Day dreaming has always been a pass time of mine. During moments of unbearable boredom, my mind played around ideas bordering from bizarre to really out-of-the-universe-type. I'd share one, for fart's sake.

If only I have thee"voice". I'd exchange these pair of corporate pumps and slip on my chucks. I'd throw my black coat and wear a leather jacket instead. I'd exchange any of my office supplies for a good old electric guitar and amplifiers. I'd stay up late to write songs rather than fidgeting over org charts and management reports. I'd starve and put up a band.

Just when I'm touring with my band, reality snaps me back and drags me out of my delusion.

Now, I'm settling to band manager or PR consultant (at the least).

**This is brought to you by our very long MEETING which ended up in DRINKING**

Hey Hey, I wanna be a rockstar.

how the grinch stole christmas

MANIAC MONDAY- No wonder everyone hates Mondays. As if raging hormones is not bad enough because it's the first day of the week, it's also the time of the week where you get as many HITS but no SCORES. Sorry turds, I ain't that easy. I used to call it MANIC Mondays. It's like dragging yourself to the gates of hell.

TAE'NANG TUEDAY- What's worst that having a boss that suddenly goes M.I.A leaving all her shit behind and you to cover her ass? Please kill me before I kill her (literally or otherwise).

WANG-BU WEDNESDAY( It's craaaaazeeey!)- Do I look like someone from the LOST and FOUND section? I ain't your Momma, so quit asking me where's who and what. You're simply clueless because the fact is, you don't really have a clue!!! To make the matters worst, boss is still M.I.A. and rumormongers are spreading the word faster than forest fire. MAYDAY, MAYDAY!!!

So you finally decided to get to the bottom of everything. Find your goddamn boss. We went to her residence. Her daughter told us we missed her. She left 30 minutes before we arrived. What a perfect timing! She told us she doesn't know of her AWOL. Great!

TORTURE THURSDAY-Finally your boss has resurrected. With all the back log from the quick OPLAN: FIND YOUR BOSS, you're left with a pile of paper work and last minute preparations for the 50th anniversary and Christmas party. It's the season to be fuckin' jolly… Hand me the bottle of VADKA!

FLUSTERED FRIDAY- Doomsday. The worst of all days. You instantly get demoted to be an USHERETTE slash PRODUCTION ASSISTANT slash RUNNER of the christmas party without even knowing the program flow. All this and more, you're running around with wearing heels. My feet hurts like a bitch. But who are you to refuse? Do you have a choice to whine? Hell no. And I didn't even get to win anything??? Fantastic. Absolutely fantastic.

Merry X'mas. Let's all soak our feet in deep dark CADBURY chocolate…