Altered Ego

I am Numero Singko!

2011-02-27T12:59:00.001+08:00

Main Type	Overall Self

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Type 1	Perfectionism	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	74%
Type 2	Helpfulness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Type 3	Image Focus	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	50%
Type 4	Hypersensitivity	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	66%
Type 5	Detachment	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	82%
Type 6	Anxiety	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Type 7	Adventurousness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	54%
Type 8	Aggressiveness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	42%
Type 9	Calmness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	42%

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No. I'm not back.

This is not happening..

2008-12-03T09:04:00.004+08:00

ThI'd like to give denial another shot. I'd like to believe that by refusing to acknowledge the existence of a pressing situation, I can delay acceptance. By means of such, I can wallow in misery and later on blog more about my stubborn attitude.

Here are some things I will temporarily renounce:

1. I am taking my job seriously - Prior to regularization, my social life still existed. It means that before, I am not a walking human cadaver. I have a life --- of endless taco nights, sleepovers , movie marathons, watching live gigs of Miguel Escueta and booze nights. That's how shallow my existence is but at least I felt alive. Post appraisal me became more focused on projects, payroll and fucking issuance of memos. Post appraisal me was robbed of weekends and also some week nights. I am complaining because I think that I'm being slave-driven. and I'm beginning to love or probably just get used to it. Partially, I want to slap myself for bitching because STABLE JOB = SURVIVAL and second, I don't want to love my job. The more I get attached and become dedicated, to it, the more I will drown myself in a quicksand of contracts, leave forms, 201 files and such.

2. I lure freaks - Yeah, as an old saying goes " It takes one to know one." It must be true. A few days back, a toddler inside the MRT pinched my right butt cheek. A toddler, seriously! I never felt so harassed in my entire life. What's disturbing is that his mom didn't even bother to call his son's attention. Plus, there are people (men and women alike) who can't help but to pinch, tap or carress my arms. I get it, they're soft and composed mostly of lipids. My triceps would make a wrestler weep in envy. Blame it on the fancy uppercuts I threw on my dad's students. Teehee. But then again,lest you are Brandon Boyd, I strongly advise that you keep your paws to yourself. Second offense will merit an appropriate sanction.

Also, I know there's a number of people who has this tendency to randomly add a stranger in their social networks -- like perhaps friendster or facebook. I know, I also went to that stage when it's all about the numbers. It felt like you are total loser if your social network would only include your dad, your third-cousin from your mother side, your seatmate when you were in the 3rd grade and your aunt. But now, who gives a foot? I don't care if I only have 50 friends at least I know all of them.

I mean who wouldn't want to block a friend request if the mail alert says " SOUL_SUCKER would like to add you as a friend".

If you are in my social network, I'm sorry but hiding under some weird pseudonym and fake picture will just rouse my growing suspicion (they don't call me Queen Paranoia for nothing).

I just don't get it. Is there an invisible arrow that points them to my direction?

3. I suck at time management - Yes that means, I cannot maintain focus because my work load has just doubled by quarter three. Yipee! They just hired another batch. of 20- 30 people. My accounts are growing which is good. I wonder if I can also get a cut from their basic salaries. Uhm.... hell no. This means, I cannot concentrate on finishing my stupid project. Thus, my performance appraisal for this February may be as good as cold turkey sandwich.

4. I am unpredictable these days - I dunno. Must be the impending coming of the holidays. I get cranky a lot for all the wrong reasons.. I need to regroup my alter egos.

5. I am immensely budget-conscious - Okay. Kuripot. Gearing up for 2009 is really challenging. I am thinking far ahead of the possibilities as the year wraps up. That includes becoming eventually homeless and walking along Quezon Ave., twirling my hair. This means that I am disowning some relatives because I cannot afford to buy them gifts this Christmas. Therefore, I'm also finding it hard to look for my dad's present (both for his birthday and for Christmas). I also opted working during the holidays because a ticket going to the province can be allocated to other important things like perhaps my dad and grandma's presents and possibly my haircut.

So there. I posting this demotivational poster as my parting words.

*wallow*

Reunions: How I became an Oyster

2008-09-01T15:34:00.001+08:00

August. Reunions. *sigh* Last August 22, because of mandatory and obligatory reasons I met up with my maternal kin. Well, hello FAMILY! It's been a while since we last saw each other.

I remember the show THAT'S MY WIFE. You know, the one where the host gives out random facts and the contestants (the husbands) raises their card and says THAT'S MY WIFE.

Yeah. I can definitely win that if the show is called THAT'S MY FAMILY.

So here's the random list of factoids, I could raise my card to:

1. Your Aunt upon seeing you for the first time (after let's say 8 years) embraces you and drowns you with a thousand smooches. It will leave a mark on your cheeks and you will feel like the same old obese, asthmatic three-year old they used to call----UTCHIKIKAY.

2. They still can't spell your name right, ~~UTCHIE~~, ~~UTSIE~~, ~~UTCHI~~. How hard can it possibly be U-T-C-H-E-E?

3. Your relative values TOGETHERNESS (literally and otherwise) even if you have to sit your ass in the compartment for the entire duration of the long drive to your Uncle's house.

4. Your family has a bad case of SHORT-TERM MEMORY LOSS and eventually you'll have ALZHEIMER'S by 30.

5. You were asked if you tried dieting for the last 24 years of your existence. And you came up with a reply like: "I tried reversing the food pyramid but I failed".

6. Your aunt applies the CONSISTENCY AND VALIDITY method in questioning you " When will you introduce us to your boyfriend?". You were asked three times, DINNER, AFTER DINNER and the MORNING AFTER.

7. Your constant reply to the age old question are the variations of: I INVOKE MY RIGHT TO PRIVACY, THAT QUESTION IS IRRELEVANT or OBJECTION, THAT QUESTION IS SELF-INCRIMINATING!

8. Your rule of thumb is the less you talk the better--- the lesser the likelihood of you becoming the butt of all jokes.

9. Your cousin is still an ass. He will not lend you the PSP even if you fake a seizure.

10. Nothing has and will ever change. You're still a push over. They will make you eat vegetables, sit up straight, or stop slouching.

One conclusion, you can arrive at is: You're still the obese, asthmatic three year old they call UTCHIKIKAY.

ETA

Last August 30, I met up with my paternal kin for the very very very first time. Crazy right? It took us 24 years.. That's another story to tell.

August 31. I'm supposed to bid adieu to my maternal Aunt, who'll be flying to the States but my spiking fever prevented me. Boohoo. I missed my chance of getting my early Christmas gift. Whatta bummer.

So yeah. I'm sick and until now, I'm still coughing ang puking eeky green stuff. This probably means... STAY AWAY FROM REUNIONS. HAHAHAHAHA. No, kidding.

Hey Mum!

2008-08-22T07:10:00.002+08:00

Dear Mum,

How's the afterlife? Did you know that smoking kills? Yep, that's what I heard. How's Uncle? I hope he's also up there. However, rumor has it that he's playing devil's advocate in the pits of hell.

In case, you haven't been tuning in lately, Dad has been touring the region. He has a groupie of some 18 - 20 year olds. Crazy, I know. Yep, you got to hand it to him. He's living the rock star dream. At his age, it's just a consolation. So yeah, I concur.

I hope that you're happy up there. I would love to join you someday. Well, that relatively depends if I give in to Satan's offer of eternal awesomeness and Coca-Cola body of hotness (just like yours).

I've been having chest pains lately. No biggie actually, if it's going to be the free ticket to never never land.

Well, let's see, in our family we can't really ignore those symptoms, right? But we're different. We have always learned things the hard way. Yep, we're stubborn like that.Maybe I did got that from you and not from Dad.

So anyway, work's really a pain right now. I think PAIN is an understatement. It's an abomination! I might render overtime this Saturday. It's pretty fcked up. I worked my ass off for a month and suddenly the server had gone haywire. POOF! Back to zero!

Although, it pays rent, provides the me luxury of getting piss drunk on weekends (on a rarity) or buys me the books I'd kill to read, still I'm struggling to accept that I am no longer your asthmatic obese three-year old.

Yes, Mom. I grew up to be such a drama queen. So yeah, you'd probably burn this imaginary letter or skip to the not-so-boring parts which I can tell you now that there is none.

Anyway, do you remember that photo? That's one of my favorites as it perfectly shows how carefree you really are. Even though, everyone knows you are such a nervous wreck and on certain occasions, you basically spell the word RECKLESS ABANDON. I remember you and Dad use to hangout in our veranda, you smoking HOPE while sipping on your SanMig light and Dad massaging your foot and drinking his vino. Good times, yeah?! I wish we can bring back those days. O well, everyone's moved on. I'm sure I'd be fine.

Don't worry about me. Worry about father. He's been going out a lot. But I don't have my eyes and ears right now. Well, maybe sooner or later I'll figure out if there's another Uma Thurman has bee hanging in the door step.

I'd let you know as soon as I can. Wait, you're probably watching right? Why haven't you hexed the guy yet?

Anyway, if you're not too busy getting a pedicure or something, visit me and give me those lottery numbers I've been praying every night.

P.S.

I'd be meeting up with your ever loving sisters again. They'll probably tell me for the nth time to loose weight or to stand up straight or to stop slouching or to dress up a bit..you know, usual stuff they've been saying for the last 24 years of my existence. I guess I should just let it in the right ear and out the left, right?

And I did visit gramps.. He has no clue who I am by now. He asked my name and whose family tree I belong to for approximately 10 times.

Other than that, every thing's peachy and perfect (and full of crap on certain levels).

Your Daughter,

Joyce a.k.a. Bing-Bing

To the Bully & her Posse....

2008-08-11T09:35:00.002+08:00

....who's harrassing my friend, Prinz.

Okay, okay. I get it, she's a noOb. Well, let me give you a piece of my mind. There are just two things that prevents me from storming my way into your office and giving you a beating of a lifetime.

1.) I have manners.. or something similar to that.

2.) If I give you a sucker-punch from hell I doubt that you will still be able to keep your boyfriend as your face will match the color of my purple blouse. Yes, I have mad skills, woman. Don't try me.

So moving on to a more civilized conversation, as I was saying... Leave her alone or better yet... CUT HER SOME DAMN SLACK.

Sheesh, isn't high school over by now. Me thinks, you all are still in that stage.

Do you expect her to memorize the whole training manual? She may be the brainy of us --dysfunctional bunch but she ain't super human.

And please, the next time she says sorry, accept it. Who are you, Jesus? Being high and mighty does not make you a God.

Also don't bore your officemates with your woes in the love department. Who gives a rat's ass if your boyfriend is cheating on you or whatever. I guess, he's tired of you yapping all day like a woman on crack.

And to your posse, I'll give you each my two cents. I'll buy you all half of my friend's brain cells. Think for once. I believe the brain is created to do all that logical stuff.

Do you even know Alicia Keys. Yes, the one who sang KARMA. Yes, yes, kids. What goes around comes around. And when that sweet day comes...you will all realize that you have messed with the wrong woman. Vengeance will be as deliriously sweet as that Jumbo Banana Split she had to order to get over your bullying.

Now, stop gossiping about your boring lives and get your ass back to work. I ain't begging. THAT'S AN ORDER!

P.S.

We live by the MAFIA Rule. You hit me. WE hit you.

Me and Sloth: Part 1

2008-07-27T22:33:00.003+08:00

Let's have 7 deadly sins series for a change...

And I'm starting with SLOTH. Actually, I should have started with Gluttony and I can't find any other reason to expound for you to understand why because I am pretty sure that you won't need the explanation.

So what's up with me and sloth.. Well, I've been planning to join this writing workshop this coming September. You have to submit your 5 best literary works. Sheesh, what's so hard about this? Well, you see five of which still exists in my subconscious. And I can't seem to put them in good writing. O sure, I have 27 drafts in my blog. None of those will ever get published because of me and SLOTH. Or maybe because I am too scared to get the beating from the critics. Either way, things are pretty tight these days. I just need time to actually sit down and write. But every time I do, there's plurk or there's too much noise in the house or there's writer's block..or there's booze night.

Hokay, excuses, excuses. Maybe I'll just join next year. That is if my creative juices are still up and running by then.

SLOTH for me, is equivalent to PROCRASTINATION.

So this post ends..here because *yawns*.....

Sound of Silence.....

2008-07-14T17:39:00.003+08:00

Now I really the noise canceling headphones because:

1. I can't concentrate.

2. I want to avoid hearing the office gossip.

3. I don't want to hear any more errands.

4. I want to be able to finish what I am doing. Distractions. distractions.

5. I am autistic.

I add this to my wish list nao!

An appeal to the kind-hearted and financially-endowed...

2008-07-05T07:48:00.003+08:00

My birthday's coming up this August. Yes, yes, the value of shameless self-absorption.
I come to beg for..

1. Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street Motion Picture Soundtrack.

2. Coldplay's Viva La Vida album

3. Twilight (Stephenie Meyer) or the entire series (ahihihihi)

4. Chuckies!

5. Jim Sturgess

Simple lang naman wish ko.. Dahil ang pangarap ko..pangarap mo rin....Wey!!!!

i kissed a girl and i liked it...

2008-06-29T08:26:00.004+08:00

Warning: This is not for general public viewing. But you're probably wondering what it's about. Go on.. But don't tell me I didn't warn ya!

I'm feeling a little self-centered( self-defense mechanism for the repressed id who was not able to quench her thirst for alcohol) so might as well just get things over with. Here are some things you don't really need to know but I just felt like telling you:

1. Four times the charm - Dengue that it. I had dengue fever 4 times in my entire life. Three times during my childhood and last one was when I was in college. The last time was a pain in the ass. Probably the worst of the four. I felt like I was going to die. My muscles felt like they are dying, my head throbbing as if it's coming to life. I feared that it continued to throb it would detach itself from my body and live on it's own.

2. I choked at DEBATES. I hate debating (in real life) and in school. I hate defending myself and trying to make a good point. Another lame reason, why I can't win a fight. Lampa! I'll make a really good lawyer too.

3.I had this tinge of infatuation with a college professor---who looked like Jesus..He was teaching Moral Philosophy. How apt is that? Seriously, what was I thinking?

4. Once, I tried to hide in my closet to see if my parents would notice that I was missing. Well, whatdyaeffing know, they never did notice that I was there for like 2 and a half hours. I just got out because I was running out of oxygen and I was hungry..KSP kasi..

5. I got to a point where I wanted to runaway from home because my parents were fighting over some grown up matters at that time... but then again how will I watch power rangers and Magic Night Rayearth? So I changed my mind... Selfish, i know.

6. My high school yearbook write up says I will be an actress someday. Yeah, right!

7. I was once given a one word description by a friend. JOYCE = DARIA. O yes, brothas and sistahs. Geek pride, established at birth!

8. Caffeine makes me narcoleptic. Odd but yeah, that's me.

9. Way back in high school, my classmate smuggled PLAYBOY, she hid it in front of our FLORANTE at LAURA book. The teacher caught us giggling so she shhhhed us thinking we find the subject really lame. If she only knew what we were giggling about... Aaah, high school!

10. Some of my mom's friends say I look like Regine Velasquez. Weh?!!! Di nga?

If you read the entire post, then you just earned yourself a free ticket to PANIC! AT THE DISCO concert... oh wait, I changed my mind..

Bumper Sticker of the Day: Morning Sucks!

2008-06-29T07:51:00.003+08:00

I wanted to wake up late today...was happily strolling in dreamland until the doorbell rang. I'm not really a morning person and yet on Monday I will start liking the smell of Monday mornings...Bleah! I will be assigned in the day shift. Yes, no more night diff. and hazard pay. Plus, you get to be the Boss' bitch, running instant errands and all that jazz. How cool is that?

Reasons why I hate mornings:

1. Rush Hours - Monday morning rush hours are worst here in the Philippines.

2. I'm a vampire.

3. Waking up really early...

But look at the bright side...I get to watch prime time and become less anti-social!

kitty litter

2008-06-22T17:40:00.005+08:00

Bella Diva

Ada the Hun

Rafael, Future Model

Keira the Sweet Assassin

Kenji, Ninja Thug

I was never good with kids. I don't bully them. I am not that likable. I can never imagine raising one. I will always be a spoiled brat. But there are times when I wish I could hold one. They calm me. They take my stress away.

If ever I have kids someday, I will not name them from my ancestors.

Here are some options:

For Boys:

1. Kurt (Cobain) (Vonnegut)
2. Brandon (Boyd)
3. John Diggs (JD)
4. Rob Thomas
5. Thomas Bryce

For Girls:

1. August
2. October
3. Wednesday

Yes, I belong to the Addams family.

Random thoughts while experiencing hypothermia:

2008-06-21T11:21:00.000+08:00

1. I wonder if this office is meant to culture bacteria. It's so frigging cold, when you exhale you see heat coming out of your mouth..you know..like the one in the movies when people are all covered up in seven to ten layers of coat, windbreaker, jacket, leg warmers, muffler, head covers etc. And you can't hardly walk because of your weight plus the weight of the contraptions you're wearing.

2. I was walking pass the IT room. He saw me. I smiled. He said Hello. I said Hi. Then this boss of his came up and ruin the chance of us ever striking a longer conversation. Bummer!So I guess I should concede. We are not meant to..spend more time to talk. *slap in the face* Get over it!

3. It's sooooo frigging cold inside the office that I my fingernails are turning into purple and my muscles are becoming more rigid..in 5 to 10 minutes blood circulation will have ceased..oxygen level will have dropped..and i can't think straight. and all i can remember is the jacket he is wearing, imagining the invisible warmth that it would bring.. and now i am really sleepy. *sugar crash*

4. I am literally experiencing brain freeze.. No shit?! I felt like my head is getting heavier and heavier it might just fall off and crack open like HUMPTY DUMPTY.. and my brain will be equally divided into two.

5. I never felt this cold in my life. My back is as stiff as a board..So this is how Rose and Jack felt.

6. Centralized airconditioning only means one thing. All for one. One for all. Everyone will suffer from extreme heat to absolute negative 0.

7. This is not an office. This is a morgue.

8. The fire alarm went off. It only means one thing... we need heat!!! Where are the pyromaniacs when you needed them..

9. Incubus is playing THE WARMTH...It's just what I need....

10. Sometimes when you're really in a hurry and you just want to get things over with, that's the time when you experience that TIME stood still. And you are trapped in your own vacuum. Same goes with relationships...

Ayayay!

how to stay sane

2008-06-11T17:25:00.004+08:00

If,everyone has their own anti-stress kit, there would be less self-mutilation....or NOT?!

target acquired

2008-06-11T17:18:00.002+08:00

If things starts going your way..be afraid.. be very afraid. Because not all things should go your way. If everything is so peachy and perfect it only means one thing -- the end is near.

If things are going so well and suddenly find yourself saying" Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?", think again because somewhere in the midst of your loathing, a dementor is aiming it's a target.

Be very cautious because, the whole universe is coniving --- no, conspiring, an evil plot against you.

It's like PUNK'D only, you won't have your share of laughs.

migraine: a deconstructive criticism

2008-06-03T08:03:00.000+08:00

For some reason this song has been running through my head ever since I heard it.

Hoping that by writing about it, I would be spared of this LSS. So here goes nothing...

MIGRAINE by Moonstar88

Oo nga pala, hindi nga pala tayo
Hanggang dito lang ako, nangangarap na mapa-sa’yo
Hindi sinasadya
Hahanapin pa ang lugar ko
Asan nga ba ako? andiyan pa ba sa iyo?

I dunno. Women hold grudges. It's our nature. Bitterness is our middlename.Men on the otherhand, we'll, it's just two things. One is your being "assuming" or 2. you're not just getting through. Ditch the torpe-mode. I'm sure not all women find the I-look-like-I peed-in-my-pants, shy-guy, boy-next-doo-type, cute. Enough of the IT'S COMPLICATED crap in your friendster profile. It's so overrated.

Nahihilo, nalilito
Asan ba ‘ko sa ‘yo? asan ba ‘ko sa ‘yo?

Nasusuka ako, kinakain na ang loob
Masakit na'ng mga tuhod, kailangan bang lumuhod?
Gusto ko lang naman, yung totoo
Yung tipong ang sagot
Ay di rin isang tanong

Women. Be straight to the point. It's just a simple yes or no. If you're not sure just toss a coin or something. Sometimes, we even ask for divine intervention. Either way, if you're bound to end up with an ass, you can't help it. It's called fate. Now if you've been hurt too many times and you're hesistating..don't... I don't know if taking a risk means anything to you. And as my supervisor once said...If it's for you..if it's for you.. Alam mo na yan. Matanda ka na!

Men. Grow some balls for once in your life. Fight or flight. Tira! Tira!

Nahihilo, nalilito
Asan ba ‘ko sa ‘yo? asan ba ‘ko sa ‘yo?
Nahihilo, nalilito
Asan ba ‘ko sa ‘yo? aasa ba ‘ko sa ‘yo?

Dahil, ‘di na makatulog (makatulog)
Hindi na makakain (makakain)
Dahil ‘di na makatawa (makatawa
Dahil, di na

Oo nga pala, hindi nga pala tayo
Hanggang dito lang ako

Misery loves company. Find someone who's as miserable as you. I'm sure everything will work out. If the feeling is no longer mutual, why bother? I don't get it. Maybe because you've invested so much. Maybe you've already been surgically attached in the hip. Whatever the case maybe, ditch the emo shit. Stop hoping that something might spark. The only thing that might ignite is your bum, from sitting your ass out and waiting for eternity.

Confrontation is always the key. Demand for the answer. You have the right to know. Remember that silence can sometimes mean YES. And NO can be manifested in several ways.. such as this.

So pop a pill and snore it out. If the pain doesn't go away. Seek for medical attention IMMEDIATELY. A broken heart is better than a mangled brain.

Yours Truly,

Love Sucker

this used to be our playground...

2008-06-02T01:13:00.004+08:00

We used to have a playground.
We used to have a childhood dream.
We used to have a place to run to.
We used to have a home.
We used to call it family.
We used to be so carefree.
Our eyes so full of glee.
We used to have a playground
We'd get LOST
but then get found.
We used to have a playground.
A place so safe and sound.
We used to have a place to run to
A shrouded memory
of a distant past.

I'm sorry Madonna.

whine and you shall receive...

2008-05-27T19:23:00.001+08:00

NEVER ARGUE WITH YOUR BOSS. YOU WILL LOOSE.

-- Quote from Urim

Here's a lesson learned from my past and present workmates. An attempt to outwit, outplay and outlast your boss often result in:

1. joblessness - obviously

2. more work - whine and you shall receive ---more responsibility.

3. rigged performance appraisal - sometimes even if they say "walang personalan, trabaho lang..." don't believe them. They lied.

So what to do? Even if you are screaming inside and dying to raise the red flag, keep your cool. Work your way around without being so obvious. Remember that even kindness kills.

But if all else fails, VIVA LA REVOLUCION! Maybe you should switch jobs. But bear in mind that all bosses are the same. They can make or break you. They will make and break you. So one must learn to read between the lines. You might have signed an irrevocable contract with the devil.

'cause you had a bad day....

2008-05-24T00:19:00.001+08:00

Sometimes the universe conspires to turn your peachy day into apocalypse. Here are some instances:

1. The MRT elevator suddenly stopped (halt) in the middle of it's snail-like ascend to the 3rd floor. You are stuck with 7 other people. O yes..the stench. Au Naturale! It stopped for more than a minute. Claustrophobia closing in!

2. You're wearing the perfect white blouse. But while at lunch your clumsy officemate "accidentally" upon opening the soy sauce container drizzled some on you, turning your white blouse into stool brown. Wala bang kalamansi jan?

3. You've patiently waited for the elevator to land in the ground, as you step inside 11 other heavy weights rushed. The OVERLOAD sign screamed for help. No one is guilty enough to step outside and just wait for the next ride. The NERVEs!!!!!

4. You hailed a cab and asked to be taken to your destination. As soon as you closed the door, the driver either:

a. Ask for extra money because it's already late.

b. Ask for extra money because he forgot to gas up.

c. Ask where you are going again and directions to go there.

d. just be a plain pain-in-the-a** who rants and vents about politics and wowowee.

5. In the middle of your slumber, you suddenly woke up thinking that you're already running late only to find out that you've just been asleep for an hour from the time that you've closed your eyes.

6. You're wearing killer heels and was asked to floorwalk. By the time that you're done, you're toes have bled up.

7. You are interviewing an applicant -who, in the middle of the interview---farts! Will you laugh? Will you act as if nothing happened?

8. You called a fast food chain to have your food delivered.. Thirty minutes later the rider comes up to your floor, opens his bag and finds that it was empty. He scratches his head, apologizes 10 or more times and says that he will be back immediately. After several minutes of hunger strike, he comes back with the wrong order. Is he deliberately trying to measure my BOILING POINT?????

9. You are in the middle of impersonating your boss when he suddenly appeared.

10. While in the middle of floorwalking, you slipped right in front of your crush. Upon seeing this, he, like what all gentltemen do, comes to the rescue to assist your clumsy ass. He then asks if you're alright and like the spastic that you are---grinned and hurriedly tried to come up with a lame come-back joke. But you ended up saying " SAVE!!!" What? Save??? You could have said something like " Inggat ka, madulas e!" But why BASEBALL? WTF

TOP 5: Pick of the Week

2008-05-22T09:24:00.001+08:00

TV shows you ought to watch (in my opinion---other than my fave HOUSE M.D. & LOST)

5. FRINGE - Another JJ Abrams creation plus the tv comeback of Joshua Jackson! Coming this fall!

4. GOSSIP GIRL - for some reason everyone's loving the Chuck - Blair (CHAIR?) chemistry.

3. HOW I MET YOU MOTHER - It's Britney, bitch! I am still anticipating that episode where Britney starred in. I have to have a catch - up marathon soon!

2. ELI STONE - He used to be an ordinary lawyer until he heard the music; attorney turned new age prophet, Eli Stone's storyline is quite unique.

1. CHUCK - I dig nerds. I know. I know. You may find it pathetic. I don't really care.
You may have had some stereotypes in mind like.. a guy wearing wide-rimmed glasses, curly hair, with braces, tucked-in shirt, high-waisted pants.Not my guy, Chuck. I just can't get enough of this series. It's all in the geek pride, man.

That's it for now.

touch my body

2008-05-22T09:24:00.000+08:00

For those who don't know me, I am not always the touchy-feely type.

So for the sake of information, You (who shall not be named) must be aware that you cannot come in contact with me ---physically just because:

1. You think it's cute.

2. You think I'm cute.

3. You think that the only way to communicate or to get to the point is through pinching me, tapping my shoulder or caressing my elbow.

4. You are unaware of the advances you are making but it's undeniably obvious.

5. You are touchy-feely and you think all people appreciate skin to skin interaction.

You may poke,caress,grab, grope, touch me if and only if:

1. You are BRANDON BOYD.

2. You are about to fall, slip, or slide and I am the closest person you can find as leverage.

3. You are blind and you have mistaken me for a lamp post.

4. The feeling is mutual.

5. I am too drunk to function.

So the next time you make the "move" again, I shall ask for a temporary restraining order.

I dig nerds

2008-05-18T02:37:00.003+08:00

I dig nerds. I know. I know. You may find it pathetic. I don't really care.
You may have had some stereotypes in mind like.. a guy wearing wide-rimmed glasses, curly hair, with braces, tucked-in shirt, high-waisted pants.

Not my guy, Chuck. I just can't get enough of this series. That's it for now because I'm in a middle of a tv series marathon. BRB.

pale is the new tan

2008-05-12T16:19:00.002+08:00

While everyone’s busy enjoying the summer sunshine and possible heat stroke, I am perfecting the art of vampiracy! Yes, there is such a word (because I said so). Summer–the time of the year when we experience
hell’s fury. Yes, there is hell in this patch of earth. Well, in our case, since we’re lying just above the equator–it’s really hell hot for most parts of the year.

Unlike most of the nation’s population who is worrying how to get the perfect tan— I am searching for the perfect sunblock.
UV rays.. very bad! Global warming–dawning upon us.

Why not just stay under the shade? Bring an umbrella? Wear dark sunglasses?

There are other ways to spend summer for the vampirate, like moi. As a heliophobic, here’s how I am spending my summer–the last part of it anyway.

1. I haven’t been in the beach. So what? I refuse to bask in the sun’s rays.
I prefer moon bathing. It’s more….alluring except during a full moon.

2. Turn the Heat on! Well, sauna’s good. Self-flagellation at its best. It’s equivalent to walking to and from your beach hut 100 x. Well, it depends on how hot you want it to be. And I am not even talking dirty.

3. No Tan. No Entry. I’m not a fan of conformity. I say. PALE IS THE NEW TAN. Tan lines are just marks that will eventually go away. It will leave you with uneven skintone.Eww. Merely walking from the MRT station to the office can gives me the tan that I don’t need.

4. There is no such thing as the perfect bikini—a perfect SPF lotion, maybe.So I am no longer searching for one. I am, instead on the verge of a book hunt. Finding good reads even in those 3 for Php 50 book stores.

5. Stay in bed, Get ahead. I say bum around. Watch as many episodes of HOW I MET
YOUR MOTHER as possible.

6. Night swimming. Perfect with moon bathing.

7. Surf’s up! The internet is the lesser evil. Well, I discovered a lot of good reads and links that led me to online series watching and such.

8. Check out your friends’ profile—they’ve probably posted their summer getaway pictures on
friendster or multiply. Who’s got the flab and the hot bod? Hmmm.. tsk tsk tsk

9. Listen to the waves. Smell the sea. Go to the spa, you can get a dose of it. You won’t need a plane ticket or a long boat ride.

I can only think of 9.

love and hate what??

2008-05-12T16:10:00.002+08:00

You Are a Red Crayon

Your world is colored with bright, vivid, wild colors.

You have a deep, complex personality - and you are always expressing something about yourself.

Bold and dominant, you are a natural leader. You have an energy that is intense... and sometimes overwhelming.

Your reaction to everything tends to be strong. You are the master of love-hate relationships.

Your color wheel opposite is green. Green people are way too mellow to understand what drives your energy.

What Color Crayon Are You?

to the doofus who thinks we're slacking

2008-05-09T16:09:00.005+08:00

I received a chain letter from an officemate giving me a piece of advice: PUT THE GLASS DOWN.

A professor gave a lecture to his student on stress management. He raised a glass of water and asked the audience, "How heavy do you think this glass of water is?"The students' answers ranged from 20g to 500gm."It does not matter on the absolute weight. It depends on how long you hold it. If I hold it for a minute, it is Ok. If I hold it for an hour, I will have an ache in my right arm. If I hold it for a day, you will have to call an ambulance."It is the exact same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.

If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later, we will not be able to carry on, the burden becoming increasingly heavier.What you have to do is to put the glass down, rest for a while before holding it up again." We have to put down the burden periodically, so that we can be refreshed and be able to carry on.So before you return home from work today, put the burden of work down. Don't carry it back home. You can pick it up tomorrow. Whatever burdens you are having now on your shoulders, let it down for a moment if you can. Pick it up again later when you have rested.Rest and relax. Life is short. Enjoy it!

So I like to dedicate this post to the doofus who thinks that we're slacking! I'm putting the glass down and start customizing my stamps.

This post ends here...for now.

The S word

2008-04-23T23:21:00.004+08:00

I felt the need to post an entry that would feature my shirt. Vain, right? That's me and my BFF, Ariane.

Who cares if you're single?

1. Your dad. He wants you to get a life and perhaps some grand kids in the near future.

2. Your nosy relatives. They want to take the opportunity to question your sense of taste.

3. Your no-longer single friends. They think you're a loser. It's time to get hitched.

4. Your college professor. He was matching you with one of your batchmates. He thinks you too look good together. Is this senior prom all over again?

5. Your officemates. They think that you're cursed. They're all single and miserable while you are living in your own little single world. Ain't life grand?

6. Your high school friends. They want you to get laid and end up knocked up just like them way back your formative years.

What's good about being single?

1. You're free. No one bosses you around on what to and what not to do except for your parents or other related kin.

2. Monthsary? Anniversary? or even Daysary?. Their just dates you ought to celebrate.

3. Financial freedom. Refer to items number 1 and 2

4. Love hurts and all the suicidal shit. Quite a number of suicide attempts are due to heartaches. Alarming really.

5. Quality time with oneself, friends and family.

(I know I'm superficial)

Why you should get hitched?

1. Holding hands while walking. Romantic stuff. I guess everyone needs to experience the feeling of unbelievable mushiness--the ultimate release of gooey endorphines, norepinephrin, dopamine etc.

2. Multiplication . As if the earth is not populated enough. I guess to prolong the existence of relatively rare genes.

3. Companionship. Soulmates? F buddies? Whatever you call it nowadays. Bottomline. WE don't want to die alone. And we don't want to die ignorant either (if you know what I mean).

4. Quit being the THIRD WHEEL a.k.a Le Chaperone - lame as it may sound but yep it only takes two to tango. Unless, they're a team player. teehee.

5. So who am I gonna watch ENDLESS sappy romantic movies with? Sole purpose of watching tearjerking, heart warming, mushy movies. Watching it with your special someone is better than with your parents who sleeps in the uberly eeky parts or at times right after the title rolled in.

Wondering why you're still single?

1. Maybe you should change your deo?

Au Naturale may not always be pleasing to one's olfactory nerve. Try switching brands. Yep, looks does matter. insert evil laugh

2. Commitment-phobia. Big word. WE can't stand the thought of being in a serious relationship.

3. No choice is a choice.

Single-blessedness? Virtue of Celebacy? Think about this, most of the hot men remaining are either gay, priests or gay priests.

Kidding. I guess being single is just a matter of choice.

WE can always change our minds just in case. wink

Google my Yahoo

2008-04-18T01:41:00.002+08:00

Have you ever tried googling yourself? And by google I mean searching from the GOOGLE search engine.

Just for curiosity's sake I typed my first name and was on a searching frenzy.. Would you believe i found an almost match to my o-so unique name

JOYCEERICA....

Whuaaaat????

I found it in one of the forums. PINOY EXCHANGE

Bummer!

Kung ayaw mo akong MURAHIN, MAHALIN mo na lang ako.

2008-04-17T01:32:00.002+08:00

Because I learned from watching an episode of HOUSE M.D. that:

....If I enjoy hating life I don't hate life, I enjoy it.

Consequently, I think it does makes sense. Here's a list of what I hate...errm..enjoying hating:

1. People who constantly pry on your private matters.

It pisses me off that some people just expects too much of you. They even expect you to be an open book. And as if you are not even open enough. Do you want to check if I still have my appendix? Here's a scalpel, be my guess and cut me right open. Again, I am not a carcass. Don't expect me to self-mutilate and be vulnerable. Don't expect me to divulge my entire life story in one sitting. Besides, there are things better left unsaid. Therefore, I invoke my right to PRIVACY.

2. People who questions OTHER people's sense of style.

Hmm.I do this at times. But I've learned that, anyone can be color blind. I can't blame them. Everyone has their own sense of taste. Even if you don't agree, maybe you should try to deal with it. You might find it entirely bizarre in your own fashion book. Nevertheless, as they say in fashion one day or in and the next day you're out. Who cares? I don't really give a shit. Move on. Get over it.

3. People who claims to be PERFECT.

Yes. You! I ain't kidding when I said that my foot looked better than your face. Teehee. In fact, I was being subtle.

4. People who are utterly annoying whether they mean it or not.

Sometimes, due to hormonal imbalance, I get to emotional---too sensitive. I tend to overreact. I just trust my gut too much. I think you're personally trying to sabotage me through you're punchlines. I don't know if you're insecure or just unbelievably insensitive. Either way, I am aware of what you're doing and I have it all figured out. I might be paranoid. Paranoid is good. TEEHEE.

5. People who are trying too hard to act COOL and CUTE when they already are.

I get it. You're cute. Everyone likes you. Don't flatter yourself to much. I might include you in my book of flame just in case you try to pull off the same stunt you did to the unassuming others. I heard your nice. Hmmm.

You give mixed signals. They confuse me sometimes. Maybe my radar is not working. Let me have a look.

So I leave you all with a piece of shitty punchline:

Kung ayaw mo akong MURAHIN, MAHALIN mo na lang ako.

Capish?

current LSS

2008-03-15T21:10:00.005+08:00

A Kiss to Send us Off
-Incubus-

Meet me here
On November 11th, come alone
Bring your mouth
And selective irreverence
We’ll both see stars

Just…
One more tongue kiss before the sky it falls
Out from this cloud we’re hovering on!
A kiss to send us off! A kiss to send us off!
 A kiss to send us off!

Kill your doubt
With the coldest of weapons; confidence.
No more words
Just the sound of resplendent tongues colliding

One more tongue kiss before the sky it falls
Out from this cloud we’re hovering on!
A kiss to send us off! A kiss to send us off! A kiss to send us off!
A kiss to send us off! A kiss to send us off! A kiss to send us off!

Here I am, here you are
On a wire connecting our hearts
There’s a string
It is tied to a kite
There’s a storm in the sky
Now the clouds become electric.
Here I am, there you are.

Could I…
Have a…
Kiss to send us off? A kiss to send us off! A kiss to send us off!
A kiss to send us off! A kiss to send us off! A kiss to send us off!
A kiss to send us off! A kiss to send us off! A kiss to send us off!
A kiss to send us off! A kiss to send us off! A kiss to send us off!

-o0o-
Photo credits: joel h. garcia

S.O.S : Survey on a Saturday

2008-03-15T13:31:00.008+08:00

I'm sorry blogspot. I'm cheating on you. But I can't let you go...

Killing time and diverting hunger pangs. I'm posting derivatives, c/o REM. REM, hope you don't mind...

SE7EN

Seven things that scare you:

1. Snakes! Anything that slithers, scaly, cold-blooded.period.
2. Crowded places. I'm slightly agoraphobic.
3. Sometimes, sunlight scares me.
4. Loosing my loved ones
5. Narrow grassy path walks.
6. Pimples! Acne-outbreak. Hormonal imbalances and the like.
7. Loosing Sanity.

Seven things you like the most:

1. Being Alone. It lets me think and reflect and pray...or blog!

2. BOOKS!!! I love reading in as much as I love writing.

3. Writing, doodling, scribbling...whatever I can do whenever I get a hold of a pen and paper

4. Intellectually-stimulating conversations. Something that can ignite the neurons and perhaps the other parts of the body..Go figure! Matanda ka na.

5. Chocolates.Dahil anak ako ng Tatay ko. Nothing spells D-I-A-B-E-T-E-S, like an ooozylicious dose of sugar.

6. MOVIES..that either make you bawl like a baby, laugh like you're being tickled to death, think like you've never thought before or scream like your hair is on fire. I like good movies, odd movies, scary movies, B movies, indie movies.

7. ART <3 POETRY and MUSIC... Lyrics are poetry. Without music they're just poems. Coming from a lineage of artists, I eat and breathe music. Got it from, me pops. I don't sing well, so I'm better off listening to them.

Seven important things in your room:

[I used to have my own room... ]

1. My bookshelf
2. My notebooks - I also collect notebooks.
3. My ring collection. My preeeeeccciioooooouusss....
4. PANDORA'S BOX.My box of whatever things. I keep this box full of my life's random things like: greeting cards from friends, old letters from friends, candy wrappers. Yep, I hoard. Therefore, I am.

5. Il Pirata collection- Yes, I am ashamed. I cannot afford the original (as of the moment). DVDs: HOUSE M.D., LOST, HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER and the like.

6. CD's of my favorite bands. Yup, at least they're not pirated.

7. My Fluffy Pillow- whom I now call----Brandon. Ahihihihi.

Seven random facts about you:

1. I talk in my sleep--sometimes. At least, I don't sleepwalk.
2. I get DEJA VU most of the time. Does it mean....I've been reincarnated?? hahaha
3. I still want to have my own band. No one is hearing my pleas. No one.
4. I 'd like to get a massage from Rodrigo--a male latino with a think accent and well-sculpted body.
5. I 'd like to get published someday. Any takers?
6. I want a therapist. I'd like to experience hypnosis at some point.
7. In my past life, I am an Egyptian Queen. I rule over the Nile . I only wear thick eyeliner, fabulous jewelry and body paint. Plus, I am anorexic thin.

Seven things you can’t do:

1. Math.
2. Cook or Break dance
3. Play the guitar like my father
4. Aggressive to the point that I intimidate people.
5. Let my big toe reach my nose.
6. be really really perky. OKAY!
7. stop writing

Seven things you can do:

1. be funny even without uttering a single word. Thanks, Dad.
2. Speak with a funny accent
3. Play chess
4. Write poetry.
5. groove...o yes...I....can!
6. sleep until 12 hours
7. type 48-52 words per minute, give or take.

Seven things you plan to do before you die:

1. Learn a foreign language
2. Go to Egypt
3. Watch the Red Hot Chili Peppers LIVE! Watch more concerts.
4. Get Published
5. Be in a Rock Band!!!
6. Kiss...the hand of the Pope
7. Drive like the Drift King.

Seven things that attract you to the opposite sex:

1. EYES - because they're the windows to one's soul; Nice Feet. Me...foot fetish.

2. A GOOD SENSE OF HUMOR- I don't need a comedian.

3. A good taste in music- eclectic but not too boy band nor hip hop.

4. Intellectual not geeky. someone whom I can debate about why brandon is hotter than the average male population or why blue is better than green. Shallow graves for shallow people. I ain't that deep. I don't speak Bisugo language.

5. ARTsy - someone who's artistically inclined whether in music, painting, writing etc. A good singing voice is a turn on.

6. Charming Personality-someone's who's personable but not very heart rob-ish. I don't share.

7. Flexibility is the key--to whatever you're thinking.

Seven things that repulse you in the opposite sex:

1. Mr. Casanova in the flesh. Need I say more?
2. Bond, James Bond. The suave, Alpha male.
3. The Master of Disguise. thinking and being someone he is not.
4. Mr. Price Charming - I am not a damsel. I am a hag. Be gone!
5. Boy Grasa (Bad Hygiene) I want to be swept of my feet. Yet, I don't need my breath to be taken along with it.
6. MR. INCREDIBLE - Tactless. Insensitive. Detached. Yes, the average male prototype.
7. JOCK-SYNDROME or the exact oppositeBeing too logical. Too rational. Maybe it's a guy thing.

Seven things you say the most:

1. Dammit!
2. Ambot!
3. Shit..
4. Actually,
5. Oh God..
6. O well..
7. Right....

I curse a lot.. so the list can go on...

Seven celebrity crushes: [NOT IN PARTICULAR ORDER]

1. Josh Holloway of LOST..

2. Brandon Boyd - Incubus

3. HUGH LAURIE - Dr. Gregory House, M.D.

4. Hugh Jackman
5. Johnny Depp
6. Anthony Keidis - Red Hot Chili Peppers.

7. Penn Badgley - a.k.a. Lonely Boy/ Dan Humphrey [GOSSIP GIRL]

Bonus:

Matthew Settle a.k.a Daddy Humphrey/ Rufus Humphrey

O yes. I am a woman. Eat dirt!

Am i suppose to tag someone? hmmm..

The Misadventures of a Pyromaniac

2008-02-24T02:17:00.000+08:00

...Because burning is not the answer...it's the solution.

B.O.F. also known as the Book of Flame, in it's second installment is now open for grilling. Did I hear you say more? Let's now waste time, shall we...

BURN VICTIM # 6

You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Who are you to assume the part of Gossip Girl? Spreading truth behind the lies, is that it? I can see BS written all over your face, missy. I'll now dub you as Ms. Tattle Tale. Your stunts are sooooo high school!! Like... no way! The he says/she says are so last year,babydoll. Again, were did your growth hormones go?

BURN VICTIM # 7

Sometimes, I don't get you. Is a zebra black with white stripes or white with black stripes? Camouflage is already out. Show us what you're really about, Stripes.

BURN VICTIM # 8

In as much as I would like to avoid making another item about you.. I just can't help myself. Now, you're on the hotseat again.. but in a good way. I am proud that you have graduated from your happy-go-frenzy ways and erotic adventures with the higher deity. I shall now dub thee as FRIDA. Go figure.

BURN VICTIM # 9

Tactless. I hate tactless people, specially if they really go overboard. Not everyone appreciates all your "in-your-face" humor. A little note to thyself, mind what you say or you might say whatever comes in mind.

BURN VICTIM # 10

Missing in Action. In case of MIAs one must remember: Thou shall not diss thyself. You have friends to do that for you.We still love you no matter what.

BURN VICTIM # 11

YOOOOOuuuu! Yes, you. Some friends you all are. Where is the S in support? Are you all waiting for the Queen's directions? Are you drones or something? What is " that's what friends are fours?" When a friend invites you to a gig or gimik or whatever... answer them directly. It's either yay or nay! "Pwede rin" is not allowed. Say it right or you'll get D-nied in the GUEST LIST. Tsk.tsk.tsk.

Want to burn more? e-mail your entries and I shall fire away. Flame throwers are sold separately.

Highly Flammable,

Pyro

Daddy's Rules for Dating

2008-02-07T23:10:00.000+08:00

I just have to....have to post this..Stolen from a friend's friend (here)...

Daddy's Rules for Dating

1.If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're surely not picking anything up.

2.You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.

3.I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.

4. I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a 'Barrier method' of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

5. It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is: 'early.'

6. I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

7. As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process than can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

8. The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing or holding hands. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual themes are to be avoided; movies that feature chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.

9. Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

10. Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.

NOTE: This application will be incomplete and rejected unless accompanied by a complete financial statement, job history, lineage, and current medical report from your doctor.

NAME _____________________________ DATE OF BIRTH ____________
HEIGHT ________ WEIGHT _________ IQ __________ GPA _________
SOCIAL SECURITY #______________ DRIVERS LICENSE #____________
BOY SCOUT RANK AND BADGES__________________________________
______
HOME ADDRESS_____________________________________________________
CITY/STATE ____________________________ ZIP______

Do you have parents? ___Yes ___No
Is one male and the other female? ___Yes ___No
If No, explain: _______________________________________________________
___________________________________________________________________

Number of years they have been married _________________________________

If less than your age, explain:
____________________________________________________________________
____________________________________________________________________

ACCESSORIES SECTION:
A. Do you own or have access to a van? __Yes __No
B. A truck with oversized tires? __Yes __No
C. A waterbed? __Yes __No
D. A pickup with a mattress in the back? __Yes __No
E. A tattoo? __Yes __No
F. Do you have an earring, nose ring, __Yes __No
pierced tongue, pierced cheek or a belly button ring?

(IF YOU ANSWERED 'YES' TO ANY OF THE ABOVE, DISCONTINUE APPLICATION AND LEAVE PREMISES IMMEDIATELY. I SUGGEST RUNNING.)

ESSAY SECTION:
In 50 words or less, what does 'LATE' mean to you?
____________________________________________________________________
____________________________________________________________________

In 50 words or less, what does 'DON'T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER' mean to you?
____________________________________________________________________
____________________________________________________________________

In 50 words or less, what does 'ABSTINENCE' mean to you?
____________________________________________________________________
____________________________________________________________________

REFERENCES SECTION:
Church you attend ___________________________________________________
How often you attend ________________________________________________
When would be the best time to interview your:
father? ____________
mother? ___________
pastor? ____________

SHORT-ANSWER SECTION:
Answer by filling in the blank. Please answer freely, all answers are confidential.

A: If I were shot, the last place I would want shot would be:
____________________________________________________________________
B: If I were beaten, the last bone I would want broken is my:
____________________________________________________________________
C: A woman's place is in the:
____________________________________________________________________
D: The one thing I hope this application does not ask me about is:
____________________________________________________________________
E. What do you want to do IF you grow up?
____________________________________________________________________
F. When I meet a girl, the thing I always notice about her first is:
____________________________________________________________________
G. What is the current going rate of a hotel room? __________________________

I SWEAR THAT ALL INFORMATION SUPPLIED ABOVE IS TRUE AND CORRECT TO THE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE UNDER PENALTY OF DEATH, DISMEMBERMENT, NATIVE AMERICAN ANTI TORTURE, CRUCIFIXION, ELECTROCUTION, CHINESE WATER TORTURE, RED HOT POKERS, AND HILLARY CLINTON KISS TORTURE.

__________________________________________________________________
Applicant's Signature (that means sign your name, moron!)

_______________________________ ________________________________
Mother's Signature Father's Signature

_______________________________ ________________________________
Pastor/Priest/ Rabbi State Representative/Congressman

Thank you for your interest, and it had better be genuine and non-sexual. Please allow four to six years for processing.

You will be contacted in writing if you are approved. Please do not try to call or write (since you probably can't, and it would cause you injury). If your application is rejected, you will be notified by two gentlemen wearing white ties carrying violin cases (you might want to watch your back).

burn baby, burn

2008-02-05T08:53:00.000+08:00

As defined:

burn- To inflict harm or hardship on; hurt

As used in an idiom

burn (one's) bridges

To eliminate the possibility of return or retreat.

The burn book as used in the movie MEAN GIRLS has the intention of defaming one's character, cause humiliation and most probably a possible nervous break down. The author's version goes by the saying " BATO, BATO SA LANGIT...ANG TAMAAN AY MAY ANGHIT!" The BURN BOOK a.k.a the BOOK OF FLAME is dedicated to the random diatribes of the author for the burnt bridges of past, present and future perfect.

DISCLAIMER:

1. The author's opinion does not matter. It's just a matter of mind over matter. If you mind then it matters.. weh!

2. The author promises but not guarantees full non-disclosure of the true identities of the BURN VICTIMS.

3. The author promises but not guarantees impartiality. Again, why does my opinion count?

4. The author may or may not use fictional characters. Put your imagination to good use.

Let's begin shall we?

BURN VICTIM NO. 1

Victims number 1 are considered as ONE--well, since you are a couple, counting you as two separate entities would be rude. Our insider said that the two are planning a short summer getaway for two to the island of broken bongs and white sandy shores. Is this an early honeymoon? Could this be the reason why the other half has been dedicating unlimited OT while the better half has been drinking a whole pack of slimming tea and mega starvation?

BURN VICTIM NO. 2

Number 2 puts the H in HYPOCRITE and B in BITTER. I think the you are BITTER off. Yes, Ms. H.B. as in Hypocrite B*****, you're no heaven's little angel. Little Ms. HB said that she knows better and that she puts people in their proper places. Who are you to put people in their proper places? A little manipulative, I think that's what you are. You got all your friends thinking that your intentions are for everyone's welfare. Little miss goody-two-shoes, it's all written in your ass face. You have indeed, turned into a big monster. And you said that those heart breaks only made you what??? Stronger you say? Having a Britney moment there.. Hmmmm...We all think that behind that outer shell caked with pretense, inside is a weeping-heart-broken little person. Yes, it is the root of all evil. It's just about a week or so before V-day, why don't you just get yourself a date! The excessive hormones makes you a hag.

BURN VICTIM NO. 3

Three indeed is a crowd. Three stands for a triumvirate of pathetic weaklings. The saying and I quote " I'll always be here" is number 1 in the top 10 BIGGEST UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE YEAR. And please snap out of your fairytale dreams. Not all stories have happy endings. We cannot stay in the endorphine-induced world. We hurt, get hurt, stay hurt. It happens. Shit always happens. But to get stuck in our comfort zones??? What the hell happened to all the growth hormones? Please move one and grow up.

BURN VICTIM NO. 4

Closets are for clothes, dearie. If the saying BE YOURSELF makes you quiver and hide in your little WARDROBE, then please just acknowledged the fact that we're in the 21st century. Metrosexuality and homosexuality is confusing but accepted. Whether you're a bi or trisexual we don't give a rat's ass. We'll let you be, even if it means you wanting to wear a butterfly costume or sing Mariah's high notes. Spread your wings!

BURN VICTIM NO. 5

Dedicated to the love shittyness that is about to take over this month. Studies showed that the rate of mortality elevates on the 14th. I heard that this little love puppy had a blood/alcohol level of a professional drunk driver during the a socialite's birthday celebration and is still mending his broken aorta for seeing the apple of his eye with her BF that night. Get over it, boyoi! Only Helen of Troy deserves the title of "The face that launched the thousand ships." As. for you, "The face that launched a thousand SHOTS" She is no Helen, dude, pare, chong. We regret seeing your PUNCH-DRUNK-LOVE-SELF because the next time we ask you to tell us the time, you might want to look at your watch. That what watches are for. We hope to see you sober soon.

So here's a toast to the burnt and ashed! A toast for the TOASTED.

LATS OF LAB (LOL),

Promac Toaster 500

43 things.

2008-02-04T22:35:00.000+08:00

Everyone has their list of things to do before they enter the great beyond (wherever that is!) I happen to stumble upon this site called 43 things.

It's main goal probably is to let you come up with at least 43 things that you'd like to accomplish before you kick the bucket. The site let's you set up a time line on when you'd like to meet that certain goal. It keeps you motivated somehow. I don't know the rationale behind the number 43, though.

So starting with my number 43.

43. MEET BRANDON BOYD

How? Buy tickets to the Incubus concert. Ok. Check. Next, how to sneak myself into the backstage. How?? How?? How???

Back to the drawing board for me..

I hate FUN.

2008-02-04T22:22:00.000+08:00

After attending numerous social functions... I've realized....I'm no FUN. If by FUN, you mean PARTYING FUN.

I'm no FUN because:

1. I don't drink 'til I puke my intestines out.

2. I hate hate hate hate TECHNO music.

3. I hate LOUD techno music.

4. I hate loud techno and or house music.

5. I hate wearing heels and dressing up---to look like a woman. Whatever it means.

Society has expectations. I am expected to be FUN--my name speaks for itself. I should be fun, not monotonous, dry and sarcastic. O well, I guess that's how the cookie crumbles.

P.S.

I am arresting myself for redundancy. I shall not use the word fun in the following post.

the sisterhood: recruits

2008-01-24T16:54:00.001+08:00

Expanding for world domination. Presenting, the newbies:

*DOM- D and I met in college just like Ula. But I'm one batch higher. Our paths crossed during this little thing called ELECTION, we were part of the same political party. See, ironic. I really hate politics but politics seem to haunt me. We got dragged into the whole thing by our friends. I used to think that D is this fresh from the boarding school A student. I was actually intimidated not of her height but her seemingly flawless personality. Again, my intuition failed me. Like the others, D is a party animal. She party hard but never fails to put books before boys. Or maybe both. Fact is D is part of the honor roll too. D is also bilingual. She speaks the gay lingo like your average gay friend. Unlike me, D never gets drunk too. So pretty much all of my friends have high alcohol tolerance. Now, I feel like a looser. Anyway, D is my constant chat mate. We didn't have the same classes but we always see each other in the OFFICE or in cyberspace. Out of both coercion and initiative, we're both active in our school organization. We failed to create the leftist party but we pretty much rule (at least, I'd like to think so). We're in the same committee-- we're all about the paperworks. So after school, we go online and discuss org. matters in between our little gossip sessions. Most of my vivid memories of D was in either in the halls of our so called ARRUPE hell or in the org. office. I guess the whole politics thing worked after all. Otherwise, we wouldn't have met. Contrary to popular belief, D is such a love bunny. I dunno why we have this chemistry. Opposites attract I guess.

So how did D become part of the sisterhood? I guess, it was all part of the big plan. A, Ula and Me know D from college, and K, our long time friend met D way back our Acquaintance party days. And the rest is hysteria....erm.... history..

* AGI (short for AGATHA)- Agi is a bundle of joy and probably the most paranoid person next to me. Gospel music is her biggest pet peeve. Kidding! Agi is anything but religious (no offense, Kuya Jes). But here's a fact, I believe Agi is the neat freak of the bunch. She's very detail oriented too. Agi is also an aspiring entrepreneur. She's an excellent gourmet chef. Agi plans to have her own MARGARITA bar someday.

I met Agi after I moved in with the girls. I remember our first conversation. We were trying to remember the name of the grooming guy in Queer Eye. Agi is our temporary house mate but our constant drinking buddy. I remember our RED LIGHT DISTRICT nights. Agi is also a love bunny. Most of our drinking sessions are dedicated to her. Like most of the girls, Agi is a great dancer. She can prove that hips don't lie. You'd probably have a de ja vu after seeing her bump and grind. Agi and I share the same sentiments about almost anything, even about FITRUM. Agi is one of those people whom you can completely be yourself with. But there are five things you need to know about Agi:

1. She has never ridden a bus-- as in the public bus in the metro.

2. She has the taong-grasa phobia.

3. Her alter ego is Anuschka. Short for ANUS.

4. She's allergic to alcohol.

5. Her sniper margarita is deadly..

So what does it take to be part of the sisterhood? Nope, you don't need to be one of these people..Everyone is unique. I myself am a freak of nature. We respect each others individuality. What matters is not usually in the outside but what's inside.

Ok that was crappy. But seriously, what we value is the friendship that we've made amidst our contrasting attributes. I leave you with, Oscar Wilde's quote:

" A true friend stabs you at the front."

Next meeting, the burn book.

*Real names altered*

a brief history

2008-01-24T16:50:00.000+08:00

Have I ever told you about the history of the sisterhood? The sisterhood was thee invented term of our friend's brother--Aya, from the movie The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants for friends slash barkadings slash chokarans.

The end. [If you're not interested.This is where the post ends].

Kidding. Actually, the sisterhood goes way back in college which is a little over 4 light years ago. Some members of the sisterhood goes way back in high school.

The original "friendsters"--now with it's new found faction, is not called as such. The original barkada with its other "elite" members, are now frolicking with their babyloves or are simply out there pursuing their BIG dreams. The original barkada are those who said that "friendships don't end."

The sisterhood on the otherhand, although dysfuctional at times--are always there to stick it out even when your rainy day becomes the perfect storm.

Meet the sisterhood [ORIGINAL NAMES NOT DISCLOSED].

1. ALEXIS

One of the pioneers also dubbed as Queen B. Alexis' motto is PASSION FOR FASHION. She is a certified shopping guru with a bachelor's degree in Psychology minoring in Flirtology. Although deemed as the Devil wearing VNC, A is a sheep in wolf's clothing. She knows how to have good and or nasty fun and claims that I NEVER GET DRUNKer than YOU.

In high school, Alexis was Ms. Popular slash Ms. Controversy slash Ms. Prom Queen. Although, her social status was highly esteemed, it was not as pristine as the other goody-two-shoes in the batch.

A is known for her astounding charisma. Yes, her power of suggestion is really amazing too. One example--Physics. Being the last period and the most boring subject [in my opinion], A blabs her way into convincing the teach to talk about her marital life. Instead of boring computations on thermodynamics, we calculate whether Ms. Physics teacher can divulge her life story within the entire period. A is also known for initiating mass hysteria because of her extraordinary fashion statements. Going to my high school really means selling your virginity to Jesus. We highly value charity, purity, and simplicity--all of which are in A's checklist except SIMPLICITY. For A, simplicity is next to anonymity. Mother superior was blown-away by her bold colors and her straight forward personality. Overall, A was not the shabby, catholic school girl. She was the show stopper. Good thing is she's not the rebel- I-don't-care-if-I get-expelled-type. Otherwise, we wouldn't be friends, right?

2. KIRSTEN- I used to think that K is one of those skinny bitches that I'd love to obliterate. Being the youngest in the family, K can sometimes act like a spoiled brat. I knew her in my elementary years, as she was always present in almost all activities. I thought she was little Ms. Suck-up with the nuns. K is a child prodigy. During her kindergarten years she was already teaching her moronic classmates how to find x.

K was active in both curricular and extra-curricular. She was in the A section which is why we were not friends in those formative years. I always see her with her other skinny friends walking the corridors and giggling like little hyenas. I never thought, we'd be this tight now.

High school made a difference. Your whole social order gets a overhaul because the A section was abolished. I believe that the nuns finally realize that the A section is a breeding ground for future corrupt politicians and social-climbing socialites. Now that we're one melting pot of red, black and whites--in comes the mingling with the skinny bitches, tomboys, bullies, nerds, juvenile delinquents and social butterflies.

I knew K in my sophomore year. A few things you need to know about her--- she's one brainy social butterfly. She has alot of friends because a. she's friendly [duh?] b. she's active in school activities c. she's one of the top students in class. One conclusion that we can arrive at is that, K is also popular. K is also a good--no... great dancer. Although multi-talented, K isn't very athletic. For K, P.E. is dancing and nothing more. Sports [excluding dance sport] is her kryptonite.Well, if you consider cheerleading as a sport then ok, she's athletic too. K is one of the top cheerleaders of the batch, along with A. One realization, never judge a book by it's cover.

3. URSULA a.k.a. ULA is the vicious vixen. She is the GINGER and SCARY Spice rolled into one. Ula and I met in College. We were blockmates. My first impression of Ula is that she's the kitten among a bunch of tigress. Boy, was I wrong. My intuition really stinks! Known, for her flirty eyes and her vavavoom figure, Ula has a certain way with men. Known for remarkable credits in the carnal arts, Ula is also a show stopper and a head turner. But from what I heard, Ula was a late bloomer. Very much, similar to me except that she wasn't in the same Catholic school I was in. Back in high school, sources said that Ula was the ugly duckling. In college, Ula was known also for her red lipstick, boisterous laughter and her wardrobe malfunction. Compared to others, Ula is very liberated. Details can't be divulge as to how liberated she can be. This blog is for general patronage. Aside from her other extraordinary talents, Ula has a passion for cooking [like K]. Our friendship with Ula is one roller coaster ride. Ula has her share of the spotlight when her printed old high school picture was posted all over the campus. This was her taste of "popularity" from the third person's point of view. Most people, specially those who knew that she's part of our group suspected that it was us who made the character sabotage because of the riff we had with her at that same time. Although, the group is known for making BOLD moves, we're not the SUPER MEAN GIRLS type and she's our friend, no matter what [aaaaw]. Ula, is Ula. I respect her individuality. I respect her grotesque addiction over intimate wear and her passion for wide loopy earrings. I respect her anal personality. I respect her as a friend. Lesson learned, first impressions never last.

4. MOI- Lastly, yours truly. In my elementary and high school years, I hang out with my seatmates (which is anyone and everyone). I'm not that choosy when it comes to friends--well, as long as we pretty much understand each other. Here are a few ironic truths:

1. I am not athletic. I have friends in the basketball varsity. But I'm not a jock.

2. I hate MATH. One of my friends is the President of the MATH club.

3. I hung out with the juvenile delinquents--mostly tomboys. I am boyish--not tomboy.

4. I hated POLITICS. I used to be the class PRESIDENT. Viva la revolucion!

5. I was sort-of anti-social. I was part of the SOCIAL SCIENCE CLUB.

I'm your regular comic relief. Need I say more?

This sisterhood has many fond memories. I'll save those for the next chapter. Amidst, the occasional cat fights, temper tantrums and mild indigestion issues, I've realized how much we've changed since we've met. I've seen how we've grown into these unique individuals. What's amazing is that even if we're really different from each other, we've found our friendship to be the glue that holds us together. And to quote Bamboo, We stand alone together [or something similar].

There you go, kitties. We may not be biological sisters but whatever we have now is something I really thank HIM for. It's one of the best things I have in my life. We may raise most of people's eyebrows but we can always put out our evil grin. I know you love us. You can even hate us but hating us will just put the green in your envious faces. Kill me for bragging. I just love these girls.

And just so you know, we live by the MAFIA RULE:

You hit me. We hit you.

That being said, I end this little history lesson.

Next meeting. The Sisterhood: New Recruits

Bobby dies. Dad mourns.

2008-01-18T22:01:00.000+08:00

Bobby Fischer dies at 64. Who the F is Bobby? Chess grandmaster. Dad's Idol. I don't want to bore you with the details.

Fischer won the championship at the age of 14. He was legendary and a genius. No news yet on the cause of death.

I dedicate this blog space for HIM. (imaginary lighting of a vigil candle)

Bobby, may you rest in peace.

Dad, do you need a tissue?

pretty+ugly= pretty ugly

2008-01-17T12:29:00.000+08:00

Have you ever wondered why your "couple" friends look like each other after being "in a relationship" for quite awhile? No, it's not because of their extreme PDA--- that makes it impossible to distinguish who's who. In the article called " Empathy Causes Facial Similary Between Couples to Increase Overtime" [from an online psych blog] researchers believe that the longer you stay in the relationship the higher the chances of acquiring the same facial features and even other traits of your significant other. [aaawwww, ain't that swell]. It was found out that couples who've been together for at least 25 years shows evident similarities in facial characteristics. Here are some of the reasons they've explained from the psychblog:

1. Diet. If you share your diet with another person it's possible this is the cause. For example if both partners eat a high fat diet, both their faces will tend to look chubby. The authors, however, ruled this out using an additional small study.

2. Environment. It could be that it's because couples live together in the same area. This means that environmental factors such as sunshine and so on affect the skin in similar ways. The authors rule this one out as well because all their married couples came from the same part of the US Midwest and were matched on a number of other socioeconomic variables.

3. Predisposition. This is the idea that people are more likely to choose partners who will grow to look like them. E.g. depressed people are attracted to each other, so end up looking depressed. The authors give this one a maybe, although it is not their favourite option.

4. Empathy. This is the theory the authors like - and so do I. People grow to look similar because they are empathising with each other and so copying each other's facial expressions. Over time because of all the empathising they are doing, their faces come to look more similar. For example, if one partner often smiles in a particular way, the other is likely to copy it - so creating similar patterns of wrinkles and furrows on the face.

So next time, you hear someone say "Para kayong pinagbiyak na bunga. " Try to imagine hearing it 25 years later and decide whether it's a compliment or the otherwise.

I believe this is not limited to the not-so platonic relationships, it happens to be true to you and your longtime friends. Right, Prinz?

This might also explain why I'm beginning to think that I'll forever look like my father. They used to say that in the near future I might look like my mom--which is a compliment. But since she's gone... Me and my dad will definitely look like 2 peas in a pod. *QUE HORROR*

Dad, I know that a huge chunk of my brain came from you but please don't let your genes take over my face too.

science can be sappy

2008-01-14T12:27:00.001+08:00

detour

2008-01-14T03:56:00.000+08:00

there's a better way towards self-discovery. Right here.

Okay. Back to our regular programming.

TOP 5: Pick of the Week

2008-01-09T12:49:00.000+08:00

As I've mentioned, I've been hooked in watching t.v. series whether they be downloaded or bought from our trusty dbdbdb vendors. As we wait for the writer's strike to end, suck your eyeballs on my recommended feats other than LOST of course:

5. HEROES - Who doesn't love superheroes? It's X-MEN meets Justice League. There's so many to choose from. Who has heard of Cyrokinetic powers? Just watch because most probably you're the only one who hasn't.

4. HOUSE M.D. - Now on it's 4th Season, find out who will make the "Cut"? Will the fellows survive House's unorthodox tests? Who is Thirteen? Will House finally get it on with CUDDY.Keep your fingers crossed.

3. WEEDS- If you're in your pre-pubescent years, this one is for you. But if you're way pass this stage, then this is definitely for you!! Who wouldn't get hooked on SEX, DRUGS and ROCK n' ROLL. This is your ticket to the DOPE world of getting HIGH!!

2. HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER-Find out how TED MOSBY met her wife. The story unfolds as Ted tells his two kids in retrospect how to find the right girl. Relationships and break-ups, it's a rollercoaster ride that you don't want to get off.

1. GOSSIP GIRL- Who is "thee" Gossip Girl? No one knows but it doesn't matter. What matters is what she knows and what's on her blog. Get hooked on the latest happenings of Upper Eastside socialites' battle for supremacy. Find out who's dizzing who. It's CRUEL INTENTIONS minus the G2G action ( so far). Get punch drunk love on NATE's hypnotic eyes, CHUCK's perverted exploits and DAN'S witty charm. Are you like B or S?

xoxo

ANG TAKDANG PANAHON

2008-01-08T15:59:00.000+08:00

My heart was pounding. It was like having a heart attack. I think the walls are closing in on me. My name was called. I entered the well-lit room. I swallowed hard but my saliva was as hard as a golf ball. It was stuck in my throat. I felt like I was about to choke. I was asked to be seated. I coughed a little. It was cold. Or was it just me? I was as stiff as a board.

Then a voice called out " Kumusta ka, Joyce"

"Ok naman po...Kuya!"

"Alam mo ba kung bakit kita ipinatawag?"

"May slight hint po. I think this is the "takdang panahon" that you were saying.", I replied trying hard not to sound sarcastic.

"Ipinatawag kita dahil gusto kong malaman ang iyong saloobin tungkol sa isa mo housemate na si ______. Napagusapan natin noon na magpapataw tayo ng palugit at panibagong mga house rules. Ano sa tingin mo ang naging epekto matapos na ipataw ang mga pagbabagong ito?

"Well, honestly, Kuya.. Wala naman masyadong pinagbago. I think.. Tigers don't change their stripes overnight....Opinion ko lang po ito.

"Ano sa tingin mo ang nararapat nating gawin?"

I took a deep breath. It was intense. I can feel the tension...

"Joyce, ano sa tingin mo ang mas nakakabubuti sa lahat?"

"Uhhm..Mag-yoga na lang po tayong lahat para ma-relax tayo...Umm. joke lang po. Sa tingin ko po, Kuya....mas nakabubuti po kung kayo po magdecide kasi bahay nyo po ito....."

"Gusto ko malaman ang iyong opinion, Joyce."

"K-U-Y-A!!!!!!!! Pressure!!!! "

**To be continued**

january syndrome and the year that was 2007

2008-01-08T15:56:00.000+08:00

New year’s always a shocker for me. Not only because of the loud firecrackers hurled in the streets but because disaster always strikes in January—at least in my experience.

I’m not sure if I’m ready to tell you the story about its history. Let’s save that for later. My new year starts with a bolt of lightning and buckets of rain. The heavy down pour started New Year’s eve which is a major party pooper. I was stuck at home doing my mega series marathon.

I know. I’m a loser. No firecrackers for me. I can’t even be trigger happy because I don’t own a gun—or a toy gun. But I jumped three times at the strike of midnight hoping that I’d be able to give my growth hormones a jolt. But I guess, at this point it’s already hopeless.

Moving on, new year’s eve prompted me to make another major decision. No, it’s not giving up my virginity or whatever. Let’s save that for later. But as I was saying, I was given a job offer which is quite competitive. Package-wise it’s better. Workload-wise—well, I wouldn’t be able to tell yet. Major problem is that it’s quite far from where I am living. It’ll surely be a new work environment.

Maybe this is what I’ve been praying for. Maybe not.

hey are expecting a feedback by January 2^nd. I’d be basing my decision on practicality. At this point, I am now the sole chore-whore of the family. So that’s my number one in my to do list. Get a new job!

I think new year’s resolutions are overrated. I stopped promising myself that I’ll go on hunger strike because I never do it anyway. So now, if I want to do it, I just do it.

I haven’t told you about the holidays yet. Well, here are some of the highlights and thoughts:

Spending Christmas in Antipolo is the best. It’s the closest thing to home.
Family portraits are nostalgic.
Step away from the ice tea [Code name for: VEER AWAY FROM TEMPTATION may it be lechon, alcohol or hot single men (if you’re taken) ]
Looks can be deceiving. My dad won an “iPod” at their Alumni homecoming. Yey, right? It turned out to be a MOCK-POD. Mp3 player in iPod clothing. Tsk tsk. Good news is he gave to me anyway.
I’m almost done with my boring series marathon. I recommend that you single people out there watch HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER.
FALL OUT GIRL strikes back.
I’m miserable when I’m on vacation. I’ll even be more miserable after vacation has ended.
One housemate down. We’re now recruiting. SINGLE WHITE FEMALE (not the movie).
I haven’t thanked the givers of the gifts yet. So again, I’d like to thank everyone who gave me one.
I still haven’t quenched my techno lust.

I can’t remember much about 2007. It was all a blur to me. I remembered being 23 and miserable. I may have lost some friends but I kept the ones who are truly out to stick it even if we have no umbrella.

Best of luck to you dear blogwhores and readers! Until next!

about the hair

2007-12-21T22:22:00.000+08:00

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

2007-12-19T12:37:00.000+08:00

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

2007-12-15T22:09:00.000+08:00

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

2007-12-15T22:04:00.000+08:00

"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

2007-12-08T01:25:00.000+08:00

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…

Lessons learned from Hiring and Firing

2007-11-28T16:13:00.000+08:00

Hiring peak: January
There are no resignations for the month of December.
Everybody lies.
Typing speed is in WPM (Word per minute) not KPH (Kilometers per hour).
Always bring handkerchief during interviews.
A sweaty palm is a major turn off.
Gargle before you leave the house or keep a mint in handy
Lie, deceive, conceal and do whatever it takes to get them to sign the damn contract.
Answer questions as logical as possible e.g. Q: How do you want to be called? A: Yes, ma’am.
Never bad mouth your previous employer. Payback is a bitch.

separation anxiety?

2007-11-28T05:30:00.000+08:00

I woke up around 4:25 a.m…..on a weekday..which is very unlikely because I usually wake up at 7:00 a.m. I realized, my very best friend and housemate already left for Singapore for a short getaway.

I tried to sleep.. twisting and turning in my bed. And I can't seem to get Mr. Sandman to comeback. Amidst the cold and cozy weather which usually makes me curl in bed and just lie there like a vegetable, I remain vacant--staring at the ceiling.Realizing that my efforts to reach R.E.M are useless, I switched on the computer and decided to do what I usually do….Stumble upon whatever things. Thanks to Nante for sharing this site. Now I can blog interesting things–much less than my average-day rants, probably.. O well..

Sayang

2007-11-23T23:50:00.001+08:00

Sayang
Artist: Rivermaya
Album: Bagong Liwanag

LYRICS

Ang dami kong nadidinig na katanungan
Bakit daw? Anong nangyari?
Ang sagot ko, ewan ko hindi ko talaga alam
At ang sabi, eh paano naman kami?

Ako ay napatigil at nag-isip
Ano ang sasabihin ko sa iyo?
Alam kong kailangan na malaman mo
Kailangan at may karapatan ka na malaman

Ito ba ay paalam na?
Ito ba ay paalam na?
Ito ba ay paalam na?
Ito ba ay paalam na?

Nagbuntong hininga
Parang ‘di na makakilos
‘di naman katapusan ng mundo
Pero ‘di naman masisisi ang nararamdaman ng puso ko

Ganito lang talaga ako
Abangan ang susunod na kabanata
Ang pagsubok na ito
Sa tulong mo ay kakayanin ko

[Chorus]
Ito ba ay paalam na kaibigan?
Ito ba ay paalam na kapatid?
Ito ba ay paalam na kapamilya?
Ito ba ay paalam na kapuso?
Ito ba ay paalam na sinta?

Bakit naman ako aalis?
Pinamana ko na sa inyo ang aking puso
Hindi naman ako aalis
‘Di ko ata kakayanin iwan ka

Huwag ka ng umiyak
Sayang ang luha

-o0o-

Friendships do end. Maybe not be for the best but for the better.

almost famous

2007-11-23T23:05:00.000+08:00

Exerpt from WHY MY FRIENDS ARE ASTIG (source:friendster blog circa 2005)

5. becasue opposites do attract. needless to say, we clique the very first time we met.. like when u snap ur fingers..bahm! poof! plok! plus we are unique.. (not to brag..but yeah, we are..) …………

1.WE MADE IT TO FHM, BABY..CHECK OUT THE AUGUST ISSUE, SISSIES..IT MAY NOT BE THE COVER BUT HEY, WE HAD THE CHANCE HAVE OUR PRETTY FACES PRINTED IN GLOSSY PAPER..HAHA

Who says we'll stop there? It's yesterday's news but Princess–my dear friend has a commercial. Wait a commercial that airs even on PRIME TIME, nationwide. She's on the new smart (loadstar-bonus load) commercial. I haven't checked youtube yet but the last time I did, it wasn't there yet. I'd like to share it. Why am I making such a big fuss? For one thing, that's what friends do. They brag about their friend's achievements of course. So yeah, I think we should join BARKADA TRIP. It's about time! C'man!

antipatika

2007-11-23T22:21:00.002+08:00

Define antipatika. Am I antipatika? How shallow are we getting here? Makes me wonder when will people learn to embrace sarcasm. In as much as I want to elaborate..I just grew tired to even discuss. Maybe it hasn't sink in yet. Maybe I'm just too tired to even bother to let them expound.. Why am I antipatika to you? Was it my "Do I look like I care?" face? Was it my being tight-lipped at times? Was it because I refuse to give in to your lame jokes? Was it because, I felt like giving you the middle finger was the most liberating thing I've done for the day?

Ok. Maybe I am antipatika. I rest my case.

project: DIGGS

2007-11-23T22:21:00.001+08:00

My dad will be retiring soon from his nutty professor role and will be a full time rockstar. He lives and breathes music. He has been a music icon in Bicol (not to brag but he deserves to be dubbed as such). One night while I was on the phone with him I brought up this topic of making a website–his very own website. I don't plan to make it flashy or anything. I'd just like to make a portfolio of his life—maybe a comprehensive list of his works and gigs. Why am I doing this? For one reason, he's my father and he'll be turning 60 in 2 years time. I want it to be like a gift. I can't afford a plane ticket to Germany or anything. What's the challenge about this project? Well for one thing..I'll be needing creative input on how the site should look like, what the site should include, what would I like to tell the world about this 50-something musician? I'd like it to be special and creative. I need time to plan the whole thing. I'll be needing pictures too. Pictures of him in gigs, his performances. Way back, I'm not as much of a paparazzi like I am now. I need scanned pictures of he's magazine features, write-ups, works and such.

So please if you know my father and if you happen to know others who have snippets of my dad in rockstar-action….send me a message, comment or whatever. I'd really really appreciate it.

For now..I envoke the power of creativity!!!!

techno lust

2007-11-23T22:12:00.000+08:00

I borrowed my dad's digital camera the last time I came home. It wasn't the slick, high- tech-type.It was simply a hand-me down, scratched up tool for capturing life's moments. He told me to buy the USB cable so I could upload the pictures. When I got back from Manila, I happen to use it..once. I wasn't able to use it again because the charger had gone haywire. Now, I can't open the damn thing. It's just frustrating why all of a sudden, when it was handed down to me by my father—it has broken down. Did my dad put some hex?

Just when I thought I could practice my not-so creative shots on others and be the group's official shutter bug…Again, it has failed me. I've been wanting—no scratch that..make it dying to get a hold of a digital camera. My savings which was supposedly intended for that was ambushed. So now, I am starting from scratch.

For the meantime, I am contemplating on buying a new charger or rechargeable batteries, because the problem may lie therein or I might as well ditch the old camera and double-time on saving for a new one.

I've been wanting to get a laptop too. *sigh*

Just some of my wishlist for the coming season of merry making which I call–MELON COLLIE and the INFINITE SADNESS. Christmas. Just like the SPICE GIRLS, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want..but will you give it to me?

Not really. Techno lust. I just can't get no….satisfaction!

[originally posted here.]

surreal!

2007-11-17T11:03:00.000+08:00

WARNING: Post may contain uber sappiness. Get a barf bag if you must or stop reading from hereon.

Surreal!I'm switching to fangirl-mode for a while. Last night, we went to EASTWOOD for the launch party of the up and coming artist MIGUEL ESCUETA. Yes, thee MIGUEL ESCUETA that brought us FALLING AWAY and ISIPIN (insert fangirl giggle). I basically like his music because...well, it's not purely sappy ballad music. He's a good song writer plus he composes he's own music. Although, I haven't bought his album yet (which is now included in my to-do list, by the way), I still watch out for new videos. So last night, aside from his own songs, he also covered coldplay, and the killers. I love his rendition of MR. BRIGHTSIDE! It simply brought the house down. What makes MIGUEL ESCUETA different from other artists? I know it's a cliche but I think he keeps it real. He makes music for the love of it. He owns the stage the moment he steps on it. He plays and sings his heart out! Thee end....not!

So what's so surreal about last night?? (Insert music)

"It started out with a kiss,how did it end up like this?"

After the show, we went backstage to congratulate him [with Raph and Raph's friends leading the way, of course ]. Up close and personal with Miguel....surreal! We greet him.He thanked us for coming...and each of us girls got a quick beso.. (here o, in my right cheek..right here). SURREAL!

It just a KISS from the rockstar to a bunch of groupies. I know it sounds shallow and all but yes, I'm keeping my fangirl-mode on.. I "feel" him. This is a dream come true for him (I guess). I'm not talking about the kiss..It's about seeing that people appreciate his music, sing along with the songs he wrote, tag along in his gigs. It's about making fansites or fandoms out of him which makes it all SURREAL. It's all about living and breathing music. Like what my dad used to say "Life without music is a mistake". So to all the rockstar wannabes here's what Miguel has to say :"It's about the ride. If ya ain't enjoying the ride, then it ain't worth the time." (I dunno if it's really him who says it. I just saw it in his multiply site.)

Which now brings me to my finale, watch out for:

and soon:

We're gonna rock it! Loud and proud. If not in our dreams...in yours...Hahaha...Surreal!!

The longest day

2007-11-02T02:37:00.000+08:00

For me to fully function, I need at least 8 hours of sleep. Anything lesser than that can cause mood disorders or sometimes can leave me in a vegitative state. The longest day started at 7:00 am of October 26 and it ended at October 28 at roughly 2:00 am. I was really really exhausted after that day ended to the point that my feet felt numb and I think I was really half-awake by the time that we all got home. FirsT off, let me break it down to you:

FRIDAY NIGHT

After a grueling 8-hour day in the office, I went home and rest for awhile. We were expecting a friend's visit so we also prepped the room and settled at around 8:00 p.m. We had dinner and I was also doing some last minute preparations for the geek fest that I was about to attend to. In between the stress for the con and excitement of a friend's visit, I packed everything that I needed for the next day. At round 10 or 11 p.m. We welcomed our friend who came all the way from Cebu, Deejay. We had some booze, talked and laughed at each other's misery business.

SATURDAY MORNING

We were still having a round of drinks. At around, 2:00 a.m., while I was already quite tired and sleepy, I received "thee call". Ingress is already starting for the convention at Glorietta's ground zero. If you heard about the BOMBING or IMPLOSION, you might think that I am nuts for still going but yes. I did--because 1.) I had to 2.) being the main representative of the group I am so compelled to be there, 3.) By majority vote, the group decided to join regardless of the consequences. Whether or not, we'll still see the light, the whole team was prepped to face the unforseen fate. There might still be another explosion but hell cares.

So there, I arrived safely at ground zero and we started with the ingress. In between the cutting, pasting, designing, the whole group listened to RENT and MOULIN ROUGE's soundtrack. I was almost this close to singing along except that I haven't really watched RENT and I didn't memorize lyrics to all the MOULIN ROUGE songs. Everyone was being festive and excited about the whole con. I was really tired and tipsy. I didn't have the energy to do a musical performance.

Come 9:00 a.m., the RED BULL has worn off. My stomach was growling like a hungry lion. The booth was now.. a booth. Me and my team mate went to doze off at one of the organizer's pad. He invited us in--how gracious of him. The place wasn't that far. It was a short drive to oblivion. I haven't been in that area. It was near the MAGALLANES MRT station. We had like a 1 hour power nap which was more like a 45 minute one. I was hoping that I could still go home for a quick shower but there was no time. I dozed off and when I woke up. I had a splitting headache...We returned to the venue by 12 noon. Still hungry, I was able to go to the nearest fast food chain at around 1:00 p.m. When I got my order, it seemed surreal. I can't believe I was seeing FOOD right in front of my eyes. I stayed at the venue until 4:00 p.m. I said I have to leave by 6:30. But I was really spaced out. When I looked at my watch I thought it was already 6:53 p.m. Instead, it was 16:53---meaning 4:53 p.m.

The lack of sleep has finally taken its toll. By 5:30 p.m. I got home, feeling a bit guilty because I wasn't able to finish all with the welcoming ceremonies to our dear guest. They were at the nearby resto and they asked me to stop by but my legs felt like two enormous logs. I was having a hard time dragging them to the 21st floor. Instead, I begged off and asked them if they could just bring my dinner home. I missed the shopping spree. But anyway, I ain't got the moolah yet. So that's fine.

SATURDAY NIGHT

I literally plunged into the bed the moment I got home. Then it was darkness. Around 8:00 p.m. I woke up, feeling a bit feverish. I almost want to beg off for the party, but I can't because it's just a once in a lifetime chance that we'd be able to catch up again with this fresh-from-Cebu friend plus we'll be meeting a possible new recruit for our "hotties take over the city' project. So there, at around 10:30 p.m. or so.. Our final guest has arrived--KAT. We immediately headed to CUISINE. There's nothing much going because of the LIQUOR ban for the upcoming election. After a drink we headed to EMBASSY...It was our first time. Like all first times, there's always something unexpected bound to happen. FREAK SHOW in the HOUSE. There was this foreigner who came up--not just a foreigner but a bald 50-something guy who as Deejay said "shook his bon bon" in front of us. We panicked and we run towards the nearest exit....No, not really. Maybe Ariane did. The rest just turned around and dance facing the wall. God! It was the weirdest experience so far. We partied the night away, maybe stole others' glances. Ok, I sound like I'm bragging but I roll with these pretty..or shall I say HOT women. I can't help if men in the side would like a piece of that sweet sexy thing. But NO, NO, NO. It was purely a girls' night out.

SUNDAY MORNING

My toes were throbbing by the end of the day. I never got used to wearing heels. I was out like a light the moment my head hit the pillow. I wasn't able to do a small talk with the housemates and our guest. It was 2:00 when we got home. Theee longest day of my life. And probably theee longest post so far...

I wish there's more than 24 hours in a day. O well.

mas complicated pa sa facebook

2007-10-04T12:50:00.000+08:00

Shockining doodle! Kinausap ako ng VP and ni Bossa---sana wag ko daw igoodbye ang pagsasamahan namin (as if?!). May "development plan" daw sila sa "akin" kasi may "potential" daw ako. Anong potential kaya ito "potential kinethic energy" ? Although, hindi ko pa nasabi ng gusto ko silang iwan sa pansitan...gusto kong umalis dahil lahat na yata ng toxic na bagay ay napagdaanan ko na dito except mamura and all. Napagbintangan na rin akong mangkukulam. wtf. Well, sa tingin normal lang ito. Subalit gusto kong umalis dahil hindi ako masaya. Nagspeech din si ma'am na "you, ___ and ____ are the right people to make a difference and to promote a change not only for our team but for the rest of the company. Walang iwanan.Kaya natin to." Aba mas malala pa ata to sa marriage vow na 'for richer or for poorer'!?! Namumulitika lang nga ba si ma'am? Ewan ko nga ba kung bakit nila ako naisip na kausapin. Sana noon pa. Feeling ko tuloy desperate lang sila kaya niya yun ginawa.Sabi naman ni VP ,"Don't feel frustrated, don't be a quitter. We're going to do something about this". Deep inside, gusto kung sumigaw na hindi ako quitter. I just don't see myself going to wherever direction they're taking me. May mga doubts ako kumbaga. Gusto ko ng pagbabago ngunit hindi sa paraan na gusto nila. Siguro suwail lang talaga ako.Kaya eto...decisions..decisions.. Natapos ang usapan sa mga sinabi ni VP na.."Don't worry, we'll KILL the monsters." At that point, napagbuntong hininga ako sabay sabi "**** mo!". In less obscene terms..."yeah, right!"

One thing for sure,mas complicated nga talaga ang decision-making kaysa sa facebook..

New Worlds 5: The 5th Philippine Science Fiction and Fantasy Convention

2007-09-25T12:05:00.000+08:00

New Worlds 5: The Fifth Philippine Science Fiction and Fantasy Convention is happening on October 27, 2007, at the Glorietta Activity Center!

Step through the stargate or through the wardrobe in costume or in Muggle clothing! Bring your lightsabers and phasers, your amulets and cutlasses and wooden stakes, or even the One Ring and your chakram! Scoot over in a 1976 Chevy Impala or park your Viper nearby! Watch the Activity Center transform into a hub of science fiction and fantasy for Daleks and the Losties and heroes, where vampires and mecha converge over dice and boardgames!

Entrance is free and open to the public. New Worlds 5 is presented to you by the New Worlds Alliance. Spread the word of sci-fi and fantasy! Be a geek and be proud!

Stay tuned to newworlds.ph for news and updates.

CALLING ALL CONVICTS!

2007-09-22T00:41:00.000+08:00

Click to join prisonbreakphilippines

P.S.

If LOST..FIND YOURSELF..

Click to join lost_in_the_philippines

P.S.S.

I'm a geeeeek! sue me. : )

party of one

2007-09-19T12:39:00.000+08:00

Trust me. It has perks.

If you're one of the 95 million Americans who stubbornly refuse to join in wedded bliss, the commemorative holiday you've been feverishly anticipating is finally here. That's right, spouse-less slackers, it's National Unmarried And Single Americans Week! Possessors of a marriage license, get thee to the sleepy bedroom 'burbs. This week is NOT for you!

-quote from Yahoo news

We have our very own holiday..but maybe we should have our own Phil chapter.. You don't believe me? Well, I can't post the link.. So just check yahoo news

cabby dialogues vol 2

2007-09-19T12:10:00.000+08:00

Traffic. Rain. Fire. Traffic. I got up late. I was thinking twice whether I'll go to work or call in sick. It's pouring really hard. I was exhausted from last night's condo clean up. But I still got up thinking that maybe I'll get fired if I bail out of the interviews that I've scheduled. So there, because of the traffic jam along edsa (the building beside mazda greenhills got caught on fire), i arrived 40 minutes late. The ride going to the office wasn't bad at all. Most of the time, cab drivers are like bawling babies during traffic jams. They cuss and curse whenever they have to stop. You just can't shut them up. This cab driver won't shut up about his lessons on 'how to avoid traffic jam'. He blabbed about the routes we should take to get to the office ASAP. But in the end, we took the original route that I take every single day of my life. His plan to take the alternate route got messed up because the 'alternate route' was not accessible itself. Needless to say, he does know the metro better than I do. Who am I to argue? No matter what happens you can't be a wise ass to taxi drivers merely because the moment you step into the cab, you've entered their dominion. Of course, you pay them with whatever is due but yes, let them do their job. You can do your part by writing or memorizing the plate number just in case he goes commando and treatens to blow your brains out. The cabby, even if he's such a know-it-all did his part. I arrived in the office...late yet safe. He was courteous enough to pull over near the shed and best of all, he didn't go commando.

lessons learned from drinking

2007-09-17T12:02:00.000+08:00

I don't usually drink liquor or alcohol. As I've mentioned my tolerance to alcoholic beverages can be compared to my proficiency in calculus. Yep, I'm a loser. But drinking, whether you're alone at the end of the bar or with your girlfriends has never brought any solution to problems. If in case you're wondering if it will make your world a better place or lighten your burden..I guarantee it won't. It would left you lying in bed all day [if you are like me] but at least you were able to loosen up and sing shala la in the videoke with so much confidence.

Alcohol will not make you feel any better.But neither does MILO or COWHEAD. Drinking when done in moderation can help you widen your social circle because when you're tipsy and feeling at ease with the crowd in the bar..anyone can approach you and ask "can we dance?" and gladly you would say yes. Here are some reasons why:

1. It's too dark inside the bar. You're too tipsy to tell if he's gay or not but seems like the filipino version of BRAD PITT[so what the heck?!]

2. You don't really care anymore, you've been single since birth. You wouldn't get pregnant by merely rubbing your elblows with him.

3. Dancing is a subtle excuse not to order drinks. You don't want to be wasted and you're running low on cash. If you're too busy trying to get your grove on..the waiter wouldn't bug you for the nth time if you'd like another round.

For me, going to bars will be contant reminder that:

1. I am already of legal age, drinking is sooooo..allowed
2. I need to wear what most women wear---a nice top and hot shoes and
3. Quote from Coyote Ugly (movie) " Always LOOK available but never BE available" [I dunno the exact lines]

I never liked going to bars, mainly because the music is too loud---house music that it. I have never learned how to appreciate it. But it does puts you in the mood and perhaps it helps you unleash the dancing queen in you. I go to bars for the sake of my friends, yes.. They always drag me there. I say drag because, among the five of us, I believe that I am the most KJ (KILL JOY) person when it comes to night outs. We've been bar hopping for 3 or maybe 4 consecutive fridays now. One of the reasons is because a friend of mine ended her long time relationship[actually, we're not yet sure if she has totally closed her doors to the guy]. Let's just say they're on the "cool off" stage. Whatever the hell that means. And because of such tragedy, one of our little ways to comfort her was to take her to some of the must-go's here in the metro. It does help you unwind.... if you are with the best girlfriends in the world. That's why I can't find a way to bail out on them. I'll miss all the fun.

wtf happened to my blog

2007-09-15T04:10:00.000+08:00

I'm fine with how it looked like before. I don't care if it's plain and boring.. I' m just tired of making it look cute and colorful because truth of the matter is I am anything but colorful. I am monotonous in fact. Call me color blind even. I only see black and white.The last time I check it was still same old plain-jane blog.. But when I got back.. it was ruined.. as is it looked like this.And I can't seem to put my shoutbox back in place... grR! This has gone haywire and needs reformatting...very much like my life.. haaaay.... This must be a sign. I need to start from scratch! :(

HOPE---and it ain't the cigarette

2007-09-14T10:26:00.000+08:00

Sometimes quitting is the answer. It’s a just a matter of moving on to the next stage. Picking up the pieces where you left yourself rotting and then starting from scratch. Quitting is not a sign of defeat or waving the white flag to surrender. It’s just a matter of perspective. Quitting is a new beginning. And as Billy Corgan said,” The end is the beginning of the end.”

We’re all stuck in this cycle. We win some, we loose some. We rejoice for victory and cry over our lost battles. In the end, a collection of scars leaves us each memory, each learning. Scars are always good. But not on the face though. After all has been said and done, I always count on one thing and that is HOPE.

P.S. I am this close to becoming an optimist.

our deepest fear

2007-09-12T14:44:00.000+08:00

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."

~Timo Cruz from the movie Coach Carter

My deepest fear.. snakes! But for the meantime, I'm sinking in my own quick sand. I guess the dilemma is how to get out of it in one piece.

I can't help you...I'm bleeding.

2007-09-08T19:15:00.000+08:00

Last September 4,I was browsing the internet when I saw the yahoo news headline---Russian mayor bans phrase "I don't know". Nope, it's not that he expects his staff to be a walking encyclopedia or freaking genius, he just wants to take things in a different level--in terms of work attitude that is. He expects his people take action, to be more proactive. Other banned expressions include:

1. What can we do?
2. It's not my job.
3. It's impossible.
4. I'm having lunch
5. I was away/sick/on vacation.

Officials who disobey the ban while in the mayor's office "will near the moment of their departure," the statement said.

Providing the mayor with wrong or incomplete information, or being late in reporting important information will be considered an attempt to undermine his work, it said.

-quote from Yahoo News-

I guess there's no more room for procrastination or any form of slacking off for them. Boo! Why can't people in the office be like the Russians?? Why can't we be more customer-oriented? I guess we only show how proactive we are when we get something out of it--I am not generalizing but maybe most of us extrinsically motivated. I know I do sometimes. We grew up being spoon fed. I guess old habits, die hard and we're just too stubborn to get involved in other people's 'misery' business.

age of confusion

2007-09-08T18:38:00.000+08:00

I think there’s a phase in your life when you’ll feel that things are falling apart and that the world is spinning out of control. I guess they used to call that puberty. Is there a possibility that puberty reoccurs once in a blue moon?

running amok: UAAP WTF Moment # 1

2007-09-05T16:21:00.000+08:00

I watched the UAAP game last week. Ateneo bagged their third (?) straight wins, beating the falcons in bloody pulp. As usual, the crowd hooted for their respective teams. I thought it was just another wild and out game until we’ve reached the remaining 2 quarters of the game. The falcons were already trailing by some10 or 11 points, the crowd was getting rowdier than ever, especially a number of fanatics in the front row seats. They were mouthing insults to the ateneo fans. I have trouble trying to read their lips but I could careless. I mean, whatever man. Do as you please, it wouldn’t change the scoreboard. But then out of a sudden, this gayish falcon fan stood up, picked the mop (yes! As in the one that the janitor uses to scrub the floor) and pointed it to the ateneo crowd, mouthing cuss, perhaps. Actually, I really couldn’t tell what he was trying to say because we were seated in the upper box while he’s in the front row of the lower box. The behavior, in my own perception is a pathetic cry of mockery. Wow! These people are really taking these things seriously. Is this still school spirit? To make the scenario worse, an alumnus from the eagles’ crowd walked over to the falcon side. To my disgust, he seemed like he was utterly provoked by such behavior. He started pointing his finger at the gay fan, picked the mop and faced the falcon crowd. He started blabbing and blabbing. I couldn’t understand what he was saying but it was evident that he was steaming mad—like a bull of his cage. Has he gone boinkers? What was he thinking? Was he out of his ‘calming pills’? Did he drink way too much lipovitan? Was he one of those you-mess-with-my-team-I’ll-kill-you type of fan? Why would you loose your temper and composure because of such hooting? I just don’t get the point. I can be a die-hard fan. I would cuss and scream my lungs out if the referee’s calls are questionable. I get pissed off at trash talking players. But to unleash apocalypse for the crowd’s unruly and uncalled for behavior? Heck no. Luckily, my medulla is still sitting on its rightful place. Lest we’re still using smoke signals to communicate, we should leave out the primitive behavior to the primates, shall we? Call this my UAAP WTF Moment #1.

p.s.

masarap nga bang maging ATENISTA?

“Win or Loose it’s the school we choose.”

Allow me to roll my eyes.

Misplaced

2007-09-04T20:26:00.000+08:00

August-- the busiest month yet. I’ve been here and there but I still feel misplaced. Where am I going exactly? First, there has been this sudden nagging from my aunt to go out of the country. I received a text one Saturday morning. She asked me if I already have a passport because she was informed that there are promotional fares going to Singapore . We can visit our cousin in October (since there will be a semestral break—her daughter and my other cousins can come too). Me, her daughter, plus two other cousins ‘MIGHT’ travel alone, on semi-vacation mode with no adult supervision whatsoever. She is insisting that for once in my life I could experience life outside Phil and well, probably.. get lost in south east Asia just for the heck of it. I get her point and actually, I would like to go. But I’m considering that all of these travel plans might just as what my other cousin said “drawing”. With less than a month to save money, the possibility of dropping dead in the middle of nowhere because we’re broke may not be far from reality. If we really need to push through with this, tickets should be booked already, our schedules should be finalized, I should be worrying what to bring and whatnot and perhaps beg my dad to possibly loan me the money I will need to finance my spur-of-the-moment trip. Good thing for my cousins is that they have their travel passes already. I, being the non-nomadic, stay-at-home kid that I am is rushing with all these paper work. Hence taking leaves of absences and all those shit.. What a loser? At 23, I should have conquered SE Asia already. Well, anyway, there will always be a first time. And take note the absences I took, they’re all LWOP, leave without pay. How in the world can I save? I’m thinking on not taking a cab going to work but the risk of getting late and possibly waking up early in the morning convinced me to concur. Besides, if I were to choose between commuting 3 times and worrying whether the cab driver is an ex-con, I would choose the latter. At least with this, I can still work on my paranoia rather than jumping from one PUB to another and ending up looking like a hag. What if I try to join deal or no deal or maybe buy those shampoo sachets with hidden prizes, or try playing the lottery? There are a lot of possible solutions, if only these possibilities become reality. There is no way I can get that enough money, in such a short span of time. I’m still having reservations, just in case by hook or by crook, I am able to get my finances ready. What happens when I get back? It is a bit early to cash in my VLs. I mean by October, I will be able to take advantage of my vacation leaves, hence, the more nagging I get from my aunt. If this trip will take place, I’d get another year-worth of back lags. I’ve been struggling to finish all these unfinished business in the office. I can see those aging lines and the urgency to down more lipovitan and other “stress-busting drugs”. The usual caffeine has left me feeling drowsy and narcoleptic so scratch that. Leaving the office is like entering a different dimension. When you get back, you’ll feel like a stranger. Plus, I also have some extra responsibilities that need to be dealt with immediately. I've been really preoccupied lately and I missed engagements and gatherings and wait, Nina's first gig ever.. Dammit! Seriously, I need a clone or better yet hand me Sparrow's compass

23's a lucky number

2007-08-18T17:11:00.000+08:00

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

2007-08-10T09:28:00.000+08:00

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

2007-08-04T09:03:00.000+08:00

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.

i can't think of a title for this..

2007-08-04T08:56:00.000+08:00

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?

who's yo daddy?

2007-07-28T12:29:00.000+08:00

I know it's a little too late for a father's day post. But anyway, I miss my dad. My dad-the rockstar, the 5th Pillar, the nutty professor, the dad that doesn't really acts like one. I grew up looking up to my dad--the classic example of a Daddy's girl. I guess that's me. It's hard being away from home. I miss the times when I get to hangout with my him. Usually, we go out and watch movies then after that we go to bookstores looking for cheap but good reads. We love book shopping more than anything else in the world. My dad's pretty lay back. We find fun in the simplest things in life. Some of which are--- laughing at his own jokes, debates on some of his weird philosophies in life, creating our own theme songs, watching SCENT OF THE WOMAN over and over again. Even if it's the nth time already. His a big fan of AL PACINO. Our favorite is the scene where Col. Slade [Al Pacino] delivers his ultimate speech, defending Charlie Simms[Chris O'Donnell] in the entire student body. You see, my dad recorded the speech and he asked me to transcribe it. Nifty isn't it. Then every time we watch the rerun, we get say the speech[with feelings], like we memorized it. It's crazy but it's really fun.

I also remember when I was really young, he used to bring me to work. I get to sit in some his classes. Of course, he teaches an all-boy school, I get to be the only girl in the room. I didn't really see the advantage of that until now. Daaaammnnn! I was teeny-weeny then. I also remember watching his gigs when I was in the high school, his students used to call him "Slash" after Guns and Roses' lead guitarist. Whenever there's a school program he's usually invited to play a solo piece--like a guitar instrumental. He's a natural born performer. So there, whenever there's a gig he asks me to watch him play. I, being the wanna-be groupie bring my friends along to watch. Right then and there, I knew that maybe someday I could do that. Hahaha. But anyways, it's cool seeing him on stage but sometimes it could get a bit embarrassing because knowing him, he always makes silly ad libs and weird antics. I guess his living his "rockstah" image.. Yeah, my mom's really supportive. She's the number one groupie.All his life, he made music as his career. He became our little city's music icon. He was even featured in our school's magazine[BILOG]. Woohoo! The downside of being his daughter-- well besides the fact that almost everyone I know makes lame jokes about me being an exact replica of my dad, people expect you to be as good as he is when it's comes to playing the guitar. I'm not a prodigy but I know how to strum a chord here and there. And I guess being the lay back dad that he is, he's more like a big brother. He's not the typical master sergeant-dad who barks orders and gives you a piece of his mind. He's not the disciplinarian. He's more of a democratic slash authoritative parent. I know what will happen if I break his rules. I don't get grounded. I get a sermon from hell. It'll be like an ultimatum--like a one time big, big time. It's like opening Pandora's box. It's terrifying to see him loose his temper. He seldom gets angry but when he does it's like apocalypse. I guess that's where I get my passive-aggressive behavior. My dad's pretty lenient and you'll easy get his trust--which is both an advantage and a disadvantage to me. The thing is he may be the ideal dad but he's the one I got and I thank God for giving me such an eccentric and wacky one. I may not want to be called Diggs, the female version but I still want to follow his footsteps, to be a music icon...or not! haha.

hangover

2007-07-21T19:23:00.000+08:00

what's a hangover like? I think I'm having one right now..and it's not from a drinking spree. A few weeks passed by since I watched Transformers yet I'm having a last line syndrome. At some point, whenever I get a chance to say it.. I instaneously say.. "Autobots, let's roll!" or sing TRANSFORMERS, more that meets the eye...AUTOBOTS are watching over you..." Yes, it's stuck in my head like a broken record. Even in my dreams, I woke awhile ago panting..I heard engine noise...Hoping Shia and Bumblebee is 21 floors down waiting..playing baby come back. And yes, it's pathetic. Damn you, Salazar!!! rarr..

Hooray!

2007-07-21T01:33:00.001+08:00

Your Vocabulary Score: A

Congratulations on your multifarious vocabulary!
You must be quite an erudite person.

How's Your Vocabulary?

Palmistry 101

2007-07-20T23:55:00.000+08:00

What Your Hands Say About You

You are logical, analytical, and rational. You have good verbal skills.

Flexible and broad minded, you can fit in to any situation. There's no telling where your life will take you.

Practical and down to earth, you're a doer not a dreamer. You rather get something done than think about it all day.

Your emotions tend to be nervous and potent. Your energy - both positive and negative - deeply impacts your life.

What Do Your Hands Say About You?

Amen.

2007-07-20T20:19:00.000+08:00

You're Totally Sarcastic

You sarcastic? Never! You're as sweet as a baby bunny.Seriously, though, you have a sharp tongue - and you aren't afraid to use it.And if people are too wimpy to deal with your attitutde, then too bad. So sad.

How Sarcastic Are You?

Bad ass is my middlename. Deal with it. haha

What English Speaking Country Are You?

2007-07-20T17:34:00.000+08:00

You Belong in the UK

Blimey!A little proper, a little saucy.You're so witty and charming...No one notices your curry breath

What English Speaking Country Are You?

Rome!

2007-07-20T17:04:00.000+08:00

You Belong in Rome

You're a big city soul with a small town heartWhich is why you're attracted to the romance of RomeStrolling down picture perfect streets, cappuccino in handAnd gorgeous Italian people - could life get any better?

What City Do You Belong In?

another reason why i blog

2007-07-09T08:30:00.000+08:00

to spam you, you people.. you hardworking people, you..

DOES YOUR NAME FIT YOU?

J: Makes people laugh= being the butt of most jokes..actually

O: Has one of the best personalities ever= more like having one or more personalities

Y: Loved by everyone= hhmmmm.. you love me? you really love me???

C: Really easy to fall in love with= LOL.THIS IS PATHETIC..

E: easy to fall in love with= Why does it sound cheap to me?

My comments on this, why does my name always mean cheesy, mushy, furball.

A: Gorgeous
B: Loves people
C: Really easy to fall in love with
D: Is great in bed
E: easy to fall in love with
F: People wild and crazy adore you
G: Never let people tell you what to do
H: Freakin' beautiful eyes
I: Loves to laugh
J: Makes people laugh
K: Really silly
L: BEST SMILE
M: Makes dating fun
N: can kick ur butt
O: Has one of the best personalities
ever
P: Popular with all types of people
Q: A hypocrite
R: Good bf/gf
S: Lives life for fun
T: Great kisser
U: Gets blamed for everything
V: Not judgmental
W: Very broad minded
X: Never let people tell you what to do
Y: Loved by everyone
Z: Lives life for fun

did you know that...

2007-07-06T13:00:00.000+08:00

later!

I'm a man stuck in a woman's body

2007-06-30T09:09:00.000+08:00

Thirty-eight secrets about yourself.
[be honest no matter what.]

[one] what is your hair color?
- DARK BROWN?

[two] where was your default picture
taken?
- somewhere in greenbelt

[three] what’s your middle name(s)?
- GUINTO. [GOLD] haha

[four] your current relationship
status?
- SINGLE

[five] does your crush like you back?
-I don’t know. but why bother?
[six] what is your current mood?
-relax

[seven] what color underwear are you
wearing?
- baby blue? boo!!!

[eight] what makes you happy?
- hmmm. surfing the net all day.. holidays.. movie marathons..

[ten] if you could go back in time and
change something, what?
-a lot of things..specially on jan.6 2001

[eleven] if you must be an animal for
one day, what would you be?
-i wanna be a polar bear! or a CAT

[twelve] ever had a near death
experience?
- hmm. out of body maybe

[thirteen] something you do a lot?
- eat.

[fourteen] what’s the name of the song
stuck in your head right now?
- what i’ve done by linkin park
[fifteen] who did you copy and paste
this from?
- from ice

[sixteen] name someone with the same
birthday as you?
- Dingdong Dantes (bleah!), Ate Maja

[seventeen] when was the last time you
cried?
- a few weeks ago

[nineteen] if you could have one super
power what would it be?
- HIRO NAKAMURA!

[twenty] what’s the first thing you
notice about the opposite sex?
-eyes

[twenty-one] what do you usually order
from starbucks?
- white choco mocha frapp

[twenty-two] what’s your biggest
secret?
- i’m a MAN stuck in a woman’s body!

[twenty-three] favorite color?
- BLACK

[twenty-four] when was the last time
you lied?
- a while ago. ooops..

[twenty-five] do you still watch kiddy
movies or tv shows?
- not much.. but I still watch cartoons and stuff like that

[twenty-six] what are you eating or
drinking at the moment?
- i just finished my choco sundae

[twenty-seven] do you speak any other
language?
- ENGLISH, SPANISH, BICOL, TAGALOG and a bit of GERMAN

[twenty-eight] what’s your favorite
smell?
-the smell of fresh laundry..

[twenty-nine] if you could describe
your life in one word what would it be?
-NOSTALGIC. haha
[thirty] when was the last time you
gave/received a hug?
- whoa.. i can’t remember..

[thirty-one] have you ever been kissed
in the rain?
-boo!
[thirty-two] what are you thinking
about right now?
- a lot of things..mostly of SLEEP

[thirty-three] what should you be
doing?
-watching tv
[thirty-four] what was the last thing
that made you upset/angry?
-people’s conceited behavior.. specially in the office

[thirty-six] do you like working in
the yard?
-n-o.

[thirty-seven] if you could have any
last name in the world, what would you
want?
- MY own

[thirty-eight] do you act differently
around your crush?
- maybe a bit..

– where’s nine, eighteen, thirty-
five?

i dunno. i just copied this..

Orange is the new black

2007-06-24T02:53:00.000+08:00

Your Birth Month is August

Ambitious and strong, you find it easy to be successful.
You are brave and stubborn. No one's going to set your limits!

Your soul reflects: Strength, character, and devotion

Your gemstone: Peridot

Your flower: Poppy

Your colors: Orange, red, and light green

What Does Your Birth Month Mean?

c-h-o-c-o-h-o-l-i-c

2007-06-24T02:50:00.001+08:00

You Are a Chocolate Cake

Fun, comforting, and friendly.
You are a true classic, and while you're not super cutting edge, you're high quality.
People love your company - and have even been known to get addicted to you.

What Kind of Cake Are You?

I think. Therefore, I explore.

2007-06-24T02:48:00.001+08:00

Your Dominant Thinking Style: Exploring

You thrive on the unknown and unpredictable. Novelty is your middle name.
You are a challenger. You tend to challenge common assumptions and beliefs.

An expert inventor and problem solver, you approach everything from new angles.
You show people how to question their models of the world.

What's Your Thinking Style?

What's with Orange?

2007-06-24T02:37:00.001+08:00

You Are an Orange Margarita

At first glance, you are very unique - but deep down you are still quite a traditionalist.
A margarita may be "too fancy" for you, but you'll never turn a free one down.

What Flavor Margarita Are You?

in 1984

2007-06-24T02:28:00.000+08:00

In 1984 (the year you were born)

Ronald Reagan is president of the US

On a Challenger mission, two astronauts become the first humans to fly free of a spacecraft

An Union Carbide insecticide plant in Bhopal, India seeps toxic gas killing over 2,000

Penthouse magazine publishes nude photographs of Miss America Vanessa Williams

The Soviet Union boycotts the Los Angeles Summer Olympics

Richard Stallman starts developing GNU

"Where's the Beef?" commercial campaign for Wendy's airs for the first time

The Apple Macintosh, the first consumer computer to use a computer mouse and GUI interface, is introduced by Apple

Ethiopian famine begins

Mandy Moore and Avril Lavigne are born

Detroit Tigers win the World Series

Los Angeles Raiders win Superbowl XVIII

Edmonton Oilers win the Stanley Cup

Ghost Busters, Beverly Hills Cop, Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, Gremlins, and The Karate Kid are top grossing films

"When Doves Cry" by Prince and the Revolution spends the most time at the top of US charts

Michael Jackson's hair catches fire during the filming of a Pepsi commercial

The Cosby Show, Punky Brewster, and Who's the Boss? premiere

What Happened the Year You Were Born?

Hell Yeah!

2007-06-24T02:24:00.000+08:00

You are Sneakers!

You're an active girl, who's all about function
You dress for the occasion - comfort comes first
Your perfect guy? Someone who can keep up with you.
You'll find him - but you might have to slow down to see him!

What Kind Of Women's Shoe Are You?

Eat this, Willy Wonka!

2007-06-24T02:19:00.000+08:00

You are Dark Chocolate

You live your life with intensity, always going full force.
You push yourself (and others) to the limit... you want more than you can handle.
An extreme person, you challenge and inspire the world!

What Kind of Chocolate Are You?

what is the color of your brain?

2007-06-24T02:15:00.000+08:00

Your Brain is Orange

Of all the brain types, yours is the quickest.
You are usually thinking a mile a minute, and you could be thinking about anything at all.
Your thoughts are often scattered and random - but they're also a lot of fun!

You tend to spend a lot of time thinking about esoteric subjects, the meaning of life, and pop culture.

What Color Is Your Brain?

my wanted poster

2007-06-15T19:12:00.000+08:00

Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com

see you there.

2007-06-15T18:59:00.000+08:00



'Why are you going to hell?' at QuizGalaxy.com

I'd do anything for chocolates. haha. So I guess, I'll be signing Satan's guest book then. Save me a seat, I heard it's pretty crowded down there.

hexed?

2007-06-13T21:31:00.000+08:00

Let it be known to all that I DON'T nor WILL I EVER practice witchcraft.. haha. What an opening. I woke up this morning..and I mean very early in the morning..prepared a breakfast meeting for the EXECOM and MANCOM--yup, the high and the mighty people. SO, there I took the ultimate liberty of sacrificing my own breakfast in their behalf only because I was tasked to do so.. and yes, I still have an ounce of humility in me. I did prepare them a decent meal, taking in consideration their own welfare.. I ordered from a reputable fast food that can deliver as early as 6a.m. Anyhoo, when all was said and done, I still ended up as the bad guy. They all get on with their meals, proceeded with the meeting and adjourned. I thought I did pretty well, securing their needs..But no, I got a call from one of the supervisors informing me that one of the MANCOM got an upset stomach..assuming it was from what I served them. When she got back from the office,she was vomiting and was really pale as a paper. She asked to be admitted to the hospital and all. So, anyway, while she was on her way to the getting medical attention, I heard her subordinates saying stuff like, it was my fault and that maybe I hexed her food! Wtf? Well, for one thing, people don't really like her. She's one of those S.O.S. -Spawn of Satan-type of boss. I personally abhor her attitude and how she deals with other people. She basically treats people like they're dirt. So maybe it just serves her right. You know, Karma this days.. It never crossed my mind that people would actually think of me that way.. I knew that it was just a sick joke. On the other hand...jokes maybe half meant..hahaha.. Bottom line is, wish i did put a hex on her.. But no, I'm too harmless to even do such things..Too bad.

caught in the act..

2007-05-31T21:57:00.000+08:00

Sometimes, stupidity reality comes in different forms and like life, it bites back really hard. I was in the middle of mimicking my boss, when I got caught. He passed by while I was imitating him. Whenever he greets someone he has this mannerism of nodding like a Japanese on crack. At that instant, while I was engrossed at my impersonation...He suddenly appeared from the scenario. I was like... uh oh, I am literally dead meat. My officemates burst into laughter. Just when you thought that that humiliating experience has come to it's end. Think again. It happened twice. The second time was when I was in the middle of ranting over the contracts that his cousin--the Vice President hasn't signed yet. He was supposed to route the signed papers a few decades ago.It's been a while and we're cramming on meeting deadlines.And so as usual, I was raving about how he forgets about things and that it'll probably get back to the office "after 48 years"..when suddenly his Highness appeared. This time, he overheard me say his cousin's name..and he literally eyed me. At that point, I thought that I was going to loose my job..which actually could have made things easier. If I get fired, I would probably be relieved. But no. After a second or so, he got back to his "deep-thinking-mode" and pretended that he didn't hear me. I'm on this "ONE FALSE MOVE" scenario. If I get caught in the act again, I'll probably get thrown off the building. I'm amazed by people's perfect timing. It is as if, I am being mocked by my own miserable rants. Lesson learned, never literally bad-mouth someone, specially it's the freaking VP of the company. Charge this experience to the mishaps of black baligang.

Parting words: "Me and my big mouth..."

how to induce a migraine

2007-05-28T22:05:00.000+08:00

It’s hard to be creative at 1 am. it’s also hard to get up early in the morning specially on mondays. I specially hate mondays. Hell starts on mondays. If you want to be bedridden by the end of the week, think about this. Everyday is MONDAY. But that’s beyond the point, we are talking about how to induce a migraine.

STEP 1

It’s lucrative enough just to browse around and do all the clerical work man has ever thought of. Talk about INFORMATION OVERLOAD.You're fixing the 201 files of the employees and you suddenly noticed something peculiar in the biodata. Under RELIGION, he wrote ATHEIST. It wouldn’t have mattered but when you took a second look. You realized, you’re holding the VICE-PRESIDENT’s file, you numb-skull! No wonder he sucks at running the company. He needs divine intervention, for crying out loud!

STEP 2

Try not to laugh. BE tactful. Again be cautious. Try not to laugh to some of the mind-blowing english your interviewee says. Give them credit for the nose bleeding and anxiety attacks. But by the end of the day, you’re temporal lobe is trobbing as fast as your heart…

STEP 3

Reports. Orders. Reports.Orders. Deadlines,Requests, Meetings. It’s a freaking balancing act.Which is which? Which one comes firsts? Ok. I understand why people quit and the level of attrition rate has sky-rocketed.

STEP 4

Naggers. Gossip Folks. They’re all the same. Don’t let them get to you. But the harder you veer away from them, the closer they’ll get to you. Is this the black plague?

STEP 5

powernap. 15 minute breaks are not considered siesta times.

and you think being employed places you on top of the food chain. think again

yes boss!

2007-05-24T21:17:00.000+08:00

power tripping. haven't trip that before. i think i won't but if worse come to worst.. i might. if the situation calls for it, i might be forced to do so. sometimes, all it takes is confidence. confidence is not letting people own you or treat you like a doormat. the conceited ones over do it. the problem is you're not the boss of me. i'm not the boss of you. there are boundaries that we shouldn't cross. if people are aware of these boundaries, the world would be a better place and most probably there will be a significant difference in the mortality and crime rate. a little suck up loser told me that "if you can't beat them, join them". sometimes, submission are devious ways of the cowards. i'm a leo. a lion. so pardon me, if just the thought of submission makes me choke a bucket of hairball.

i can't bend time and space continum!

2007-05-23T21:49:00.000+08:00

I envy Hiro Nakamura. He has the ability to bend time and space just by mere concentration. He can change outcomes or intervenes in any possible catastrophic events. It's disappointing that sometimes you're given a million things to do in a span of a second.. I don't know if I'm just slow or I just can't really master the art of multitasking. And sometimes out of clumsiness and under estimation, you mess things up. Now a series of unfortunate events follows and all because you missed out on a single detail. And in a few seconds, your day turns into night. So to people who can do a billion things and still manage to blow dry their hair in the morning without burning it, I salute you.

dropping by and dropping out

2007-05-03T20:12:00.000+08:00

catastrophe. the p.c. is corrupted with a gazillion sorts of viruses. mcafee has lost it's purpose and so the internet is also down. first thing's first.we have to find a decent techy guy to fix the ultimate problem. it turns out it's not zpdee's fault now. the only solution is to have the pc reformatted. whatever the hell that means... and so we have to make a back up of the important files we stored in the precious pc but first.... where can i find a decent techy guy to fix the problem. how much will it cost? will i be homeless by next week. who knows?

so, here i am in this nostalgic internet shop where it all started, googling my way into nowhere...trying to find a repair guy.. and for the meantime.. out of frustration i'm dropping by my own personal sanctuary..my blog.. the meter is ticking though, this ain't free.. so what the heck...i got to go..

come to think of it... it rhymes.. : )

Tchuss!