23's a lucky number

A friend once told me "I'll stop aging at 23 simply because I said so.." I know my biological clock is ticking but I'm still stuck wearing my favorite sneakers. I guess I did stop growing up at 10. Well anyways, as I recalled last year's birthday celebration started off with me cleaning my friend's puke. What difference will this year make? I actually planned on celebrating my birthday by watching horror and suspense flicks or maybe going to some rock gig.Last year, we watched SUKOB. I know it's weird. I guess screaming is really a good catharsis, even during your own birthday celebration.

Birthdays aren't supposed to be morbid. But I like being dark and twisted. However, I did consider my friends wish for fine dining, good old booze and socializing so I've decided to just go with the conventional thing like most normal people do during their birthdays. I've celebrated mine, last 5th but I've decided to move it to the 10th (well, for financial purposes). It was a friday. First off, we went to GRAMMS,it like an all-american diner.. I loved the mini-burgers. It was in the end that I realized I was packing carbs like I'm going hiking or something. I ate a lot. The drive to Gramms took like 30 minutes because..FRIDAY is friday. The gimik day for yuppies and for anyone who lives in the metro. When I got there I felt like I wanted to order anything and everything on the menu. Moving on to the socializing part, we went to GER to get some booze. My friend ordered this tropical inspired drink.. It tasted like coconut. I tried not to puke. It was good. No one got wasted or anything. Everyone seemed to have a blast. That alone made me feel better. Although, next year I know I want to do something outrageous.. This might require a bigger budget though.

Gifts are the best part of every birthday celebration. And I am forever in depth to my friends who made my day really special. They were able to provide me with my whims and some of my wishes. They even let me blow my own birthday cupcake. Haha. I know. Ain't life grand?? But..well, a part of me is a bit saddened. This is the second year that I wasn't able to spend it with my family. Part of my wish is to celebrate it with my dad and my grandma..I have to make it up to them...aaww. Enough drama!

So what's in store with being 23. I guess a lot of pressure from north, south, east and west, more misadventures. I'm looking it this way.. Pessimism is a stepping stone and failure is always a starting point. I have a long way to go. There are ups and there will be downs. Life will always be a raging bitch with a sledge hammer. But I've got balls now and I still love wearing sneakers.

5 People you meet in the Office

It's bashing time once again :) Presenting the five people you meet in the office.

THE CONNIVING SNOB- Thinks that he's way up here and we're way down his south. He broods inside his office and doesn't lift a finger when you greet him. He dares not to pick up the phone which is ringing off the hook ever since he got inside. For all we know,he's busy arranging the paper clips in his desks, by size and by color. He has his own posse,his clique, his peeps which he shares his plans of conquering the universe with. He walks in heavy silence and you'll get really surprise when he notices your existence which is really highly unlikely. Unless, he's ready to bark his orders, you're as useless as his..umm..er..do I really have to state the obvious?

THE MOTOR-MOUTH- Nothing escapes her scrutiny. Not even the strand of your hair. Her motto: Nobody is perfect except MOI. She claims that she has O.C.D. What a poor excuse for being such a hyperventilating nagger. She can't a get a hold of her yap. Tactless would be the perfect word to describe her lack of civilized manners. I'm afraid that when she was in high school she failed GMRC not once but four times.

THE HIGH & MIGHTY IMBECILE- Dreadful. You'll be overwhelmed by his lack of reason and logic. Some of his questions are way out of your league that you'll wonder is he for real? How did he pass grade school? Did his parents thought he was a special child? He puts the capital D in DUH?! Whatever happened to his common sense? Oh, wait ...I don't think he ever had one.

THE NOSY SECRETARY- Claims that she can speak in other people's behalf and can be annoyingly opinionated. With chin held high, she walks trying really hard to forget that she's still the ass kisser that she is.Power-tripping is one among the three things she picked up from her dilapidated Christian school. Reality check. You may be the seating outside the VP's door but this doesn't put you in the driver's seat, missy. Step aside before I stomp on your pedicured little foot.

THE SUCK UP MIDGET- Let me rephrase this.. The Blood-sucking Dementor. He can suck the living hell out of you. He manipulates people, letting them think that he's way better than him. He gloats in his own thrown, hiding the fact that he's not even half a man that he thinks he is. Every morning he visits the bosses, cheaptalking his way out of his work. He has his way of saying things, like a siren trying to lure you to your own demise. Next time you meet him, wear an earplug and your trusty wind breaker. The heir also summons the winds like a freaking tornado.

So there you have it my...precious...Beware of the five people you'll meet in the office. Tata!

One must go

I was reading our company's code of conduct when I run into this one specific rule about office relationships.It says that in the event that co-workers engaged in a certain relationship, more than the professional level (meaning if they get hooked up), one of them will be transferred to another department to avoid conflicts of interest. So that must be the reason why Sir **** got transfered. He got his colleague pregnant, well apparently I guess she's already separated from her husband now and then bam! next month he was already assigned to different team.. Cool.

Speaking of which, I'm actually bothered by this one colleague of mine. A little over a week a go, when we run into each other, well actually we run into each other when we were about to leave the place... But when we entered the resto, I run into my other officemate...who was with him. And the next thing that happened was somehow..weird

I received a text

Officemate: Hi gimikera!

Me: Hey sir.. Ikaw din e.. (smiley)

Officemate: Di kta mkta. Hnahanap kita.

[From afar I can see him, searching the crowd. Good thing I am good at camouflage. ]

Me: Hehe. I can see you! Sino pa kasama mo?

Officemate: Bernard, john and cai. Daya mo. Show urself. Puntahan kta sa table nyo.

[What?!]

Me: Wag na. Hehe. C u n lang whn I c U.

[Awkward. One of my bosses will...go and say hi to my friends.. eewww..]

Officemate: Taray. Di ako payag. I shud see u.

[What the F? Di ka rin naman makulit]

Me: [n.r.- no reply]

What's wrong with this scenario? Well, one thing I can tell you, we're not yet drunk back then. I guess we arrived a little later than they did. But they just got a table when I passed by. I got the impression that...er.. is this some sort of flirtation.. We'll I don't want to be malicious but.. hey, I just didn't get the point?? Ey, the guy ain't that bad--physically.There's nothing wrong with a little harmless flirting here and there... I just felt that it's wrong.. Ok, I'm being the SUPER EGO again with all the morality babble. But two things I have to bear in mind, letter a: he's one of my superiors and letter b: i still think of him as my boss even outside the office.

Another weird thing followed but it was this just yesterday. I don't know if that just how he is with other people but he personally called me to greet me...an advance happy birthday greeting at that. He said he might forget it so he's greeting me in advance. Just in case you're wondering how he knew. ..Well, in our bulletin board there was this section where we post the celebrants for the month. Unlucky for me, I was one of the first people on the list. [Gaaah!] What's more alarming is that I also received an email coming from him...asking me to join their "gimik". [waaaah!]

Officemate: Advance Happy Birthday!! Grilla tayo!

Me: Thanks for the greeting! Basta libre mo, why not? (smiley)

[ I was thinking..just go with the flow, sistah]

Officemate: Basta ikaw Joyce. I'll arrange that next week.

Me: Ows? Joke lang e. (smiley)

Officemate: Hindi serioso. Basta next week

[waaaah! I just got buried in the own grave I dug! kill me now!]

Me and my big mouth. I should have ignored that freaking email. But how should I know. Well looking at the more objective side.. Maybe he just wants to hang out. Work can be a bitch. Maybe he just needs to unwind with friends..and he's inviting me to be one of those people he can hangout with..

So maybe I'm being this paranoid, malicious, assuming person. Sue me! I just don't want things to get out of hand. If I had to leave the company, I would like for it to be a voluntary resignation because ..actually, I've been contemplating on leaving anyway.

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Occasionally....I get the same question. There are many variations but mainly it boils down to one major punchline. Why am I still single. To tell you honestly, I don't really know. Am I that horrifying? Do I scare them away? Do I need to check the mirror everytime and ask.."Why, God, Why??" Actually, I'm not that worried if until now I'm still waiting to get hitched.. The relatives...my officemates... some of my close friends...they all wanted me me to shift into the mushy mode. Look, I understand that the male population...er...the better half of the male population are either gay, priests or are already hitched...It is pretty alarming... really and I am being superficial in a way.. But hey, it's fine. In finding someone who wants to get stuck with you even on your ugly-betty days can be challenging. But I guess not everything is about looks..it's also about...hmmm.. the personality maybe.. And I'm here sitting, looking at the rest of the male population and perhaps looking at the bright side..what's wrong with them? And it's hard to ask for the whole package. You get a the boy-next-door who turns out to be a psycho, or this jock who turns out to be gay. Yep, cliches but it happens in the real world. So why am I still single?? Maybe because my dysfunctional male counterpart is finding trouble telling which is his left and which is his right. Who knows?