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[Monday
August 13 2007
@ 10:04 pm] |
I learned about this a few weeks ago. Hella funny.
( Read more... )
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[Friday
July 13 2007
@ 2:47 pm] |
[Over-all well-being|  like a pig]
[LSS| Big Girls Don't Cry - Fergie]
I am no expert on anything. Vatican does not recognize me as a saint. But let me share with you certain thoughts I came up with as I was thinking about my plain life. Hopefully, I can help out some who were thinking of the same stuff, amuse others who are looking for crap to read, or provide an avenue for grammar nitpicks who want to practice their awesome God-given S-V agreement knowledge.
You will never be her. I used to say that I will never be bothered by how people see me, more so that I will never change for someone even I am fatally in love with him/her/it (“her” was included to make the subject relatable). Now I understand that whenever you claim that, you must back it up with a certain level of maturity.
I am currently in a relationship where there is a lot of excess baggage. I have a lot of qualms with relationships, having suffered the MIA-ing tactics of boys who were not men enough to say it’s over. I am also well-versed with palusot techniques and philandering ways of guys, thanks to indirect learning from friends. My boyfriend, on the other hand, was in a 4-year relationship with a girl he was set to marry, but was not able to because he felt he was not yet ready (the girl left him for another, who in turn she married). He was also in a string of commitments (long-term at that) wherein the other would leave him for, well, another. Suffice to say, we are both traumatized.
It was really a blessing that despite all that we have been through (not to underestimate everyone else’s suffering, but you know what I mean) we gave this relationship a try. But I must admit that I had this nagging feeling before that I have to measure up to what he has become “accustomed” with. Somehow, I have to be like the ex. How else can I sustain a long relationship with this guy who I have come to care genuinely for? Obviously, the girl did something right. If I want to keep him as long as I can, I must emulate her. The thought horrified me. Why am I doing this? Is he worth it to lose myself for? Am I seriously considering changing for someone else?
I realized well enough that change is never a bad thing, but you have to decide which part goes and which part stays. There is always some wiggleroom for anything and change is acceptable as long as you can live with it. I will never be the ex. I might not be the best girlfriend he will have ever, ever, forever, ever, ever. Might not even get the best kiss award (eew, erase that). I will be eons, light years away from what he was used to, but hell, that does not mean he won’t be happy with me. With all my cracks and imperfections, I maybe suitable enough to fit his world.
When you sign up for a relationship, I also realized, you allow yourself to be pushed out of your comfort zone constantly. You commit not only to the person, but you also make a commitment to pay the price of being committed. This includes losing face when you eat your own words, crying when you don’t want to admit you’re hurt and sometimes letting go when you so want to continue to argue. I paid for this relationship to work and I know I will still pay my dues. Not that I am complaining.
Have a good Friday the 13th, y'all.
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[Thursday
July 12 2007
@ 3:54 pm] |
[Over-all well-being|  suffering from MSG-induced dizziness]
[LSS| Shame on You - Andrea Corr]
I am no expert on anything. Vatican does not recognize me as a saint. But let me share with you certain thoughts I came up with as I was thinking about my plain life. Hopefully, I can help out some who were thinking of the same stuff, amuse others who are looking for crap to read, or provide an avenue for grammar nitpicks who want to practice their awesome God-given S-V agreement knowledge.
Seeing the world differently. Lately, just like a Jason Mraz song, I have been running out of time. I am late for everything. I forget to do tasks here and there. And it didn’t help that my boss is out of the country either. There’s no sense of urgency (or time awareness) here at my cubicle. I am slowly but surely succumbing to the mood of the office that induces procrastination. I know that next week, when all the reports are due and project updates are needed, I will curse myself to oblivion.
I always forget how lucky I am to have this job, that is why I think I take things for granted and won’t (won’t, not can’t) give my 100%. I forget that my boss is a demi-god. I forget that people can (can, not will) kill to have this job. I know one or two who would absolutely trade places with me in a heartbeat should I have a nervous breakdown and would not be able to work anymore. I forget the perks, the power. Things have become so normal.
My quest for personal growth has been lackluster because of my inability to get over the feeling that everything’s “mundane”. I have been, so far, dealing with things with less gusto, expecting that they will all be here tomorrow. I have forgotten to make an effort, just like I forget to share lunch or dinner with my family, tell my lola that I love her, text my friends once in a while and express how much I miss my boyfriend. Because I have looked at my world with such bare perception, I lost the thrill.
Disasters are claimed to be God-given events, blessings in disguise if you will. I understand now that it sometimes pays to be shocked once in a while. If you have become so used to it, you settle and let yourself go. You don’t mind the little things that make something worth doing, or the quirks that make someone special. You forget the first time you had so much fun doing an activity or the time you felt so ecstatic when you first encountered that person.
I guess losing once in a while equips one to win a lot more in the end.
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[Sunday
April 15 2007
@ 10:59 pm] |
I lost my goddamn phone. Yup, the sexy Motoming. The 5-month old phone. My birthday phone. I lost it. It was in my mom's bag which was stolen right under our noses this morning. On a Sunday, AFTER CHURCH.
I hate people.
In the meantime, you can contact me through this number: 09052542102. Edit. Save. Call in your condolences.
I love my number before. Now I'm going to cry.
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| Of coffee and questions |
[Sunday
November 19 2006
@ 7:26 am] |
[Over-all well-being|  That OC feeling (you know what I mean)]
[LSS| Forever Young - The Youth Group]
Oh yeah. This still exists.
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The typical one-liners:
Is it so wrong to want a Macbook?
The Ms. Chinatown pageant will be held at our office's auditorium. Huh. I don't know how I feel about that.
Why do I like Jim (The Office) so much?! He's so shaggy!
I need a vacation. A big one.
I miss dancing.
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I am in awe of you. Just pure curiosity and amazement.
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Can anyone recommend feel-good songs? I think I have too much rock in me. Or maybe it's just an overdose of Starbucks that's making me dead inside. Damn planner.
I have half a mind to complain to Starbucks, by the way. They freaking phased out my drink!!! Fuck. I was pouting yesterday when I found out. If I had known last Friday that that was the last Mocha Valencia that I will for the rest of my life, I would have drank the place dry.
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Finally, a tinge of hope. I told my boss I want to go to New York and get that "expat level of thinking"... you know, that capability to ask the proper questions, think outside the box, stump the right people. :) And ever so coolly, he turned our supposedly reconnection/evaluation meeting of my past performance as a step-by-step guide into getting into a business school in the US. He gave me a lot of tips in getting applications and aceing interviews, plus first-hand info on companies that will pay for my education once I graduated (I should look into getting jobs in those companies in the future, he said). He also gave me full access to all his books, business papers and research work when he was taking his MBA. He'll help me find the best school and financial assistance for foreigners. Not only that, since I told him I want to go to Investments or Operations, he'll tailor-fit my exposure in Plans and dwell more on product development, finance and other quantitative assignments; things that I did not dare to understand back when I was still studying Psyc.
It's good to finally have a step toward a dream. It's great to have a boss who's into real mentoring. But now I'm thinking more and more about it, I ask myself the same question he asked me: why do I want to go to business school? Should I really pursue MBA now?
This might be the most important question I need to answer in my whole life. It's not something that I could quit once I realize somewhere along the line that it's not for me. I can't afford to waste time, money and effort on something that can potentially let me into deep but is not really what I wanted.
The thought of me being in business school excites and scares me at the same time. It's different and new, but I'm not exactly sure if I have the competency to take it on. I would not dare to fail, of course, but what if I DO fail? This can possibly make or break me: graduating from it would mean victory, enhanced self-image, better connections, a ton of knowledge, precursor of success in pretty much whatever I do afterwards. Failing MBA would mean, well, failure, depression and depreciated self-worth. Am I really ready for that?
And what about Psyc? Am I just going to forget it? Taking a different path now seems stupid; I mean, I will have to take additional courses so that I will be equipped for MBA. By doing that, I seems that I have wasted by 3 years in college taking a liberal course! I should have taken Economics or Finance in the first place!
*sigh*
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By the way, I have not yet fully gauged how my boss feels about my job performance. We never got into it; we just talked about me getting to a US school and my future. So I don't have any idea if I suck. Tsss...
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Is it safe to say that I love math now?
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Something I wrote a few ages ago:
One of the many signs of being a grown-up is the capability to decide. In our younger years, such a simple task seems to spell a whole lot more. As youngsters, we don't have a say on what dress to wear or what shoes to use. We cannot dictate what we like for breakfast or what time to poo-poo (admit it, we all had to do it at a designated time). The parents ask (or more accurately command), we execute. That has been the way until we earned our freedom through having our first teen birthday.
This powerful function of an adult unfortunately wears out. The novelty becomes lackluster when you start being confused with all the decisions you have to make as time progresses. Suddenly, you are not as eager to pick out the clothes you wear (bahala na kung magmukhang basura) or when you go potty (kahit saan datnan!). It is not as fun as it used to be. It can be burdensome even.
Decision-making has lost its charm for me, at least in the real world. While I may cringe at the thought that tomorrow I may have to decide where to eat lunch again (a call that I readily pass on to others), in the corporate world, I would not mind having a say about a thing or two. In this world, I feel like a toddler again... so weak and pretty much gullible. The "parents" ask (or more accurately command), I execute. I feel that this is the way it is going to be until I have my "first teen birthday".
Maybe I should take control of this situation by taking a dump anywhere.
Hmmm, cyclic.
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Vote for the YouTube guys for Time's Person of the Year (their crime of selling out is the lesser evil compared to those of the other nominees). Or you can go for Nancy Pelosi if you're ultra-liberal. Any woman who says "no one can mess with me" and can actually instill fear is quite remarkable.
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| Disparity |
[Sunday
August 27 2006
@ 8:55 pm] |
[Over-all well-being|  confused and a bit maligned]
[LSS| I Write Sins Not Tragedies - Panic! At the Disco]
I have said it once and I will say it again: people disappoint. I'm saying this in the kindest way possible and with all the understanding I can muster.
I have always thought that I have a pretty good understanding of people, but I guess that's another big fat lie. While a person can be caring, patient and make you believe that he's the meekest, most respectable human being to walk on the face of the earth, to others he can be the most conniving and most condescending prodigy of the devil. I recognize that you can be a different person with a certain group or maybe given certain circumstances, but to have such a disparity that it becomes totally unimaginable thinking that you're describing the same person is just too much.
And I am typing sentences that are way too long.
This is insane. It's breaking down all my schemas.
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[Sunday
July 16 2006
@ 5:48 pm] |
[Over-all well-being|  in fucking gadget lust]
[LSS| Back to School - Deftones]
I hate you to bits. But I freaking love you just the same!
Qosmio or Mac? QOSMIO or MAC? Or should it be Dell? Fujitsu perhaps? But Fujitsu's even more expensive than THE Mac!
Fuck.
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Last Friday was... different. For the first time, I have seen my boss angry. It kind of scared me, but not really SCARED-get-me-out-of-this-room-he's-mutating! kind of scared. It was just I'm not used to see him like that.
For a moment, I realized that he is human. Ha.
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Despite my mini-celebrations (Dalumpines, 2006) in the workplace, e.g. reports going smoothly, projects being signed-off weeks before expected dates, I feel I am still not complete. I should be happy (and I am, in all honesty) but I feel I could be happiER.
I guess I really miss being a psychologist.
When I was still studying Psyc, I had the time of my life because I know that I am not bad in what I do. In fact, I daresay that I am a good psychologist. I can totally feel that I am learning and achieving something before. I always feel my worth when I am talking to patients, analyzing cases, making recommendations. It may not be apparent to the rest of the world, but I feel I matter. In my own realm, I matter. That made the whole experience richer and more fulfilling, even if I was the only one on the know.
I guess I should be happy that I am given this chance to go this far in a field that I have no background whatsoever. After all, the company took a big risk on hiring me from the get-go. I'm happy to live this part and to learn the ropes, but I came to the realization that no matter how long I stay with a corporate institution, I will never be the best because THIS IS NOT WHAT I DO. And part of my happiness, I owe in my knowing that I can be the best.
I'm contemplating if I should even push through with my MBA next year. Somehow, signing up for a course not related to Psychology or medicine makes a part of me feel cheated.
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Suddenly, I have become the girl with no talent.
I used to draw, but I stopped because I don't know what else to draw. The last sketch I did was of Fil. My last painting was of a lily set on a black background for my baby sister's project. That, in its glorious miserable state, is now mounted on the living room wall.
I used to sing. Yes, I did sing before. I was a choir member when I was in elementary. Now I can't sing for obvious baritone reasons.
I used to dance and perform onstage. I did the whole performing arts thing when I was in highschool. I remember my own Highschool Musical. I am the local Sharpay Evans of SMA. Woopah! Anyway, that's all in the past. I can't deliver a line now with a straight face. Or without cussing.
I used to be in sports, would you believe? I played badminton, volleyball and basketball. I even tried swimming. I almost got into the volleyball varsity team but I ditched the try-outs for a COCC training.
I guess I used to be a lot of things. That's rich.
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Great. More gadgets! Moving on...
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[Monday
July 3 2006
@ 8:54 pm] |
[Over-all well-being|  ARGH!]
[LSS| Long Distance Call - Phoenix]
I am irritated beyond my wits.
Call me insecure, but who wouldn't feel slightly annoyed when someone does things that supposed to be part of your job description?
Hate. Hate.
( Meme )
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[Thursday
June 29 2006
@ 9:10 pm] |
[Over-all well-being|  badly needs a massage]
[LSS| Chemistry - Teddy Geiger]
I have lost all interest in boys. My mojo has been malfunctioning lately. Hate it.
I have never been boy-crazy or anything of the sort my whole life. But this phase, this is ultra-scary. It’s like having your leg fall asleep, but you still have more feeling on the sleeping leg than anything else.
So what propelled this drastic turn of events? Actually, I don’t know. I just married my job, that’s all.
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Ask me to name one lesson I would never, ever forget from my CTDD programs and I would say "managing expectations" after I give you a quizzical look for asking such odd and highly specific query.
But yes, that’s the only thing I can remember. In fact, that’s the sole lesson I know I can directly apply to life. I thought I was good at it.
I was dead wrong.
Just last week, I got a rude awakening from no less than my college friends. And because they are fellow Psyc majors, I was not able to wiggle my way out. The only option was to cry and accept defeat, which was what I did inevitably. In fairness to them, I was really at fault. But I thought I got so good in maintaining everyone in my life that I got blind-sided and thrashed around by my own actions. Assuming made it all the more painful.
But tell me, where is that critical point in any relationship that concerned parties are allowed to expect? What is that transitional point? How does it come about?
I never imagined that having friends can induce stress.
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Have I told you that we already have a new set of Mappers in our midst? For all those who are not updated (or demented), MAP is my management program in Philamlife, the training program where I came from.
I’m sure these new Mappers are brilliant and all, but they are just too… happy. I can’t stand it. Angela and I would drop by the room once in a while, and we are greeted by these peachy, high-pitched voices saying "Good morning Ma’am!"
WTF?! MA’AM? You guys are even older than me! I am just freaking 21!
Just the other day, we went to HR to mingle and we are taken aback by the Happy Squad greetings. One even said, "Good morning beauties!"
WAAAAAAH! There’s something wrong with you if you are THAT happy. And all the time too! They are always smiling, whenever you pass by them in the hallways, in the cafeteria, even in the loo! ALWAYS SMILING. Gah. It burns.
Too. Much. Happy. People. In. The. MAP. Room. Must. Disinfect.
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Two-cents on everything:
I feel I’m getting fat. I am eating again. Wahaha! The lack of any physical activity is biting my ass. I don’t want to go back to the gym though. I won’t have any time and that will be a waste of moolah. Maybe I should take my too hyped up drums lessons. You know, to tone the arms.
Someone should pet Gloria, or just simply talk to her... you know, to know what’s up with her and her excuses to solicit attention. She’s going way over her head...
...though I am highly offended that that Italian president (or was it PM?) made her wait for 30 minutes because he was watching the World Cup. I don’t care for Gloria per se, but she technically represents the Filipino people. What he has done was unprofessional to say the least. It’s downright disrespectful and unfounded.
If Harry gets killed in book 7, I can live with that.
I find the Tyra Banks show helpful but preachy. I don’t know if that even remotely sums up what I feel about the show. All I know is that I cringe when Tyra says, "Sisterhood hug!"
Cars, no matter how expensive their maintenance are, will always appeal to me. And shiny coins.
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Plugging: Buy Business World tomorrow. You’ll see.
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[Monday
June 5 2006
@ 5:23 am] |
[Over-all well-being| Surprised like whoa]
[LSS| How to be Dead - Snow Patrol]
For the longest time, I cannot use my phone's camera. When I went to Nokia this morning, I was informed that the technician disapproved my request for repair because of my phone's motherboard. It has been corroded and would require replacement. And the replacement will cost me 80% of the phone's cost... like I bought a new unit.
So I decided to drown my sorrows in a Frosty. But when I accessed my camera, I got this:
Suddenly my phone is working again. Happiness in a jar!
My brother said that maybe my phone just want to be touched and opened so that he'll work properly again. Damn, and I thought I'm the one who's really a sucker for human contact.
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[Monday
May 29 2006
@ 2:26 am] |
[Over-all well-being|  Yo!]
[LSS| Do what you have to do - Sarah McLachlan]
I don't understand. I don't understand you AT ALL.
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[Thursday
May 18 2006
@ 10:59 pm] |
I confess, I messed up
dropping "I'm sorry" like you're still around
And I know you dressed up
"Hey kid, you'll never live this down"
And you're just the girl all the boys want to dance with
And I'm just the boy who's had too many chances
I'm sleeping on your folk's porch again, dreaming
She said, she said, she said, "Why don't you just drop dead?"
I don't blame you for being you
But you can't blame me for hating it
So say, what are you waiting for?
Kiss her, kiss her
I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late
Write me off, give up on me
Cause darling, what did you expect
I'm just off a lost cause
a long shot, don't even take this bet
You can make all the moves, you can aim all the spotlights
Get all the sighs and the moans just right
I'm sleeping on your folk's porch again, dreaming
She said, she said, she said, "Why don't you just drop dead?"
I don't blame you for being you
But you can't blame me for hating it
So say, what are you waiting for?
Kiss her, kiss her
I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late
You said you'd keep me honest
But I won't call you on it
I don't blame you for being you
But you can't blame me for hating it
So say, what are you waiting for?
Kiss her, kiss her
I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late
One of the many reasons why I love FOB.
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[Tuesday
May 16 2006
@ 5:09 am] |
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Can't effin sleep. Must take a leave.
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[Saturday
May 6 2006
@ 2:19 pm] |
[Over-all well-being|  Feeling The Fear]
[LSS| Camera One - Josh Joplin]
Guys appear in your life when 1.) you vowed not to be in a committed relationship again, 2.) you're currently in a relationship with someone / exploring a possibility of a relationship with someone, and 3.) you are simply just not yet ready.
It's like they have a homing device or something. The only trouble with their radar is that it doesn't recognize the concept of proper timing. By the time that you got yourself out of the love rut, they have sniffed out another female form and have gone elsewhere.
Boys.
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| The Unbearable Lightness of Being |
[Saturday
May 6 2006
@ 12:37 am] |
[Over-all well-being|  HUWAZZAT?!]
[LSS| More - Andy Williams]
What are the chances of an officemate (let's name him "Emman") and your former professor (let's name this one "Homer") forming a band and be actually related to each other?
Apparently, it's not as slim as I thought.
Fuckerage. The world is indeed shrinking.
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[Wednesday
May 3 2006
@ 7:59 pm] |
[Over-all well-being|  THERE YOU HAVE IT]
[LSS| Layla - Eric Clapton]
Turning points. There will be a point in your life where you will be forced to decide between two extremes. Both choices will unravel and their outcomes will be so evident as night is to day. The circumstances will be so volatile that, had you chosen the one over the other, your life will never be the same again… a counterclaim to the concept of fate, that all roads lead to one destination.
My turning point was when I chose a school for college. What is your turning point?
Me in PBB. Joining PBB has been a running joke with us MAPpers. But recently, I am seriously considering it. Never mind if I am branded jologs; I want to try just for the knack of it.
Hence, the question: Kung nasa sa iyo ang desisyon, anong role ang gusto mong i-assume ko? I’ll take the best answer and give you a cookie. OK, plus milk and a kiss.
Low EQ, super low EQ. The brightest people have the lowest EQ. Look at Aldred.
LOMA fear. Fuckerage. I have two LOMA tests to take next week. I have two books to read. There are tons of reviewers to study. I am nowhere near finishing.
I blame all of this to the lack of motivation and pressure. I feel that I have already proven myself worthy of being a MAPper when I aced the first two exams (thus the no pressure vibe). Add the fact that I might not graduate anytime soon from the program (thus the lack of motivation, amongst other things).
How do you push someone to work? Argh. I’m a Psyc major! I should know how the answer the voices in my head!
Hit me with a letter, yo! The long overdue Chain Letter, pun not intended.
1. Valerie- the second name of the person who gave me this letter. I didn’t care for her when I first met her, even got annoyed with her at some point because she’s so clique-ish with her best bud * wink wink *. Despite the rough start, she became one of the few people whose funeral I wouldn’t fake crying in. Woohoo!
2. Vindictive- the trait I got after experiencing the hellish highschool I had. For some reason, I thought it was just a phase. But just recently, things happened that propelled me to move forward and rediscover the inner bitch. That further translated to the sudden urge to buy 48 Laws of Power and make it my Bible.
3. V for Vendetta- Haven’t watched it, but I like the concept of giving a face to an idea (represented by V). You cannot kill an idea, and there lies its power. I want to be an Idea.
4. Vicarious- According to the much-reliable MS Word thesaurus, it means explicit, shocking and sensational. That’s pretty much the description of the people to us MAPpers when we wore our Britney Spears get-up during the first week of employment.
5. Vegetables- the food group I (am forced to and) came to enjoy these past few months since I want to lose weight. I guess I owe it to them leafy things for the ego-boost.
6. ”Vincent”- the Josh Groban rendition of this song is superb. This was my Valium.
7. Viviparous- Live birth. ’Yun lang.
8. Venti- the only size for my Mocha Valencia.
9. Volume- Anything that has volume should only turned up. Huh?!
10. Venice- if money is not an option, I’ll gladly live there. I don’t care about family and friends. I just want to be there. Hee.
Putting things in perspective. I saw a video today. It was a video of my friend and her “significant other”, her parang sila pero hindi guy. They were just hanging around, saying inaudible things and mainly fooling around. Nothing special really, but you could totally feel that they are happy and having the time of their lives just by being together.
I cried after.
The reality that I cannot really love has been, well, all too real now. I cannot, for the life of me, imagine that I’ll be as radiant as my friend was in the video. I can be happy, yes, but because of other things I find amusing or entertaining. Not because of love.
I used to tell myself that when the time comes, I’ll learn to open up and accept a love that will be for me, no questions asked. There will be someone out there who’ll break my barriers and “save me” from all the nightmares of my own thoughts. I thought that my capability to romanticize events will spell redemption in the long run. I’ll be able to hype up every little thing and I won’t be as hard to please. But now I’m starting to think that maybe this is all there is to it. I have been so brainwashed that there’s no real love, that that mentality eventually became truth. Life has been, and will always be, a composition of disappointment, unrequited love and relationships gone wrong.
I’m not sad or anything with this realization. I just saying. I guess I don’t feel anything at all. I see no videos in my future.
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| Dear ABS CBN |
[Monday
May 1 2006
@ 8:26 pm] |
[Over-all well-being|  crazy]
[LSS| Spaceboy - Splender]
Sabihin na nating kamalian ang pagpasok n'yo kay Aldred sa PBB. Pero kailangan ba talagang palitan siya ng ambisyosong lalaking pa-showbiz na ang vital claim lang sa buhay ay nagkaroon na siya ng 25 girls, with taekwondo on the side?
Bakit hindi kaya kayo magpasok ng screaming faggot sa loob? 'Kala ko ba dapat marepresent lahat ng demographics ng kabataang Pinoy?! Ang superficial.
Isang malaking Talent Center ampness.
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| Strangling myself silly |
[Monday
May 1 2006
@ 12:40 pm] |
[Over-all well-being|  INCONVENIENCED]
[LSS| SOS - Rihanna]
PLDT VIBE, YOU FUCKING SUCK!
I have been spending the whole morning downloading LimeWire and PowerDVD only to find out at the last minute, that crucial last 2% stretch, that the connection was lost.
I should really get DSL.
By the way, new addition to my toys. Say "hello" to my baby Toshi, the hand-me-down Toshiba laptop from my dad. he gave in to my whim since I threatened to wreck havoc on my credit card (technically, it's his card. I just have a supplementary one) and buy the Powerbook I have been drooling for. HAHA! Power to the people!
Doesn't mean I won't buy the Powerbook now *wink wink*. Pictures soon. Miggy, the phone, is sick so I can't supply pictures. Oh well, I better find pirated software CD's. I should never attempt to do this again.
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| Of image enhancement and turning points |
[Thursday
April 27 2006
@ 10:06 pm] |
[Over-all well-being|  Tired and fucking lazy]
[LSS| No day but today - RENT cast]
In a month, I will be thrown into uncertainty.
Apparently, I DON'T REALLY KNOW.
Somehow, when I signed that piece of paper, temporarily chaining me to corporate slavery I breathed a sigh of relief. It provided me direction, because before I'm not sure what I want. I was in the throes of pursuing a dream or settling in for what's laid in front of me. In cowardice, I chose the latter.
In a month, I will be thrown into uncertainty.
I knew that it will be a year-long program. I knew (somehow) what was expected of me. I knew what I had to offer when I got in. I daresay I knew who I was when I first entered the company. That was then.
In a month, I will be thrown into uncertainty.
Despite all what has happened, the conflicts, "napagalitan-na-naman-kami-ng-HR" moments, issues about being the worst batch ever raised to infinity, I had a blast. Plus, I would like to think that I gained lifetime friends. The year brought me new-found knowledge about myself, and analysis on how I deal with stress and peers. The things I thought I am an expert in were ironically the subject areas I need immediate help with. The year kicked me in the nuts (if I had nuts), but pushed me to stand. It was indeed the best of times, and the worst of times.
In a month, I will be thrown into uncertainty. Sweet. :)
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[Sunday
April 23 2006
@ 9:56 pm] |
[Over-all well-being|  bohemian!]
[LSS| Le vie Boheme! - RENT cast]
Yey. Pinoy Big Brother Teen Edition. Great. More juvenile angst and issues, because we don't have those enough in Philippine Television.
Rent rocks. I want an Angel action figure.
To sodomy, to anarchy! Emotion, devotion, causing all commotion!
And of course, this won't be an entry without a meme:
Your true color is Red!
Your color is red, the color of racy sportscars, blushing cheeks, and luscious roses. Red symbolizes passion, romance, and love. So, since you're ruled by red, you probably trust your feelings more than your brain and tend to act spontaneously. If you see something you want, you go for it without thinking twice — impulsive is your middle name. You don't wait around for people to make decisions, either; you dive right in. Quite the romantic, you pay close attention to your emotions. In fact, if your heart isn't in what you're doing, you won't be satisfied. Of course, even when you do pour all your energy into the projects you tackle, your impetuous nature means your passions can shift as frequently as the wind. That's why some reds have trouble with commitment. Our advice? Next time you're feeling fickle, think before you act, if possible. You might be surprised at the results. Overall, though, it's great to be red. No one lives life more completely than you do.
What's Your True Color?
Brought to you by Tickle
HOW APT.
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| We live one quote at a time |
[Wednesday
April 19 2006
@ 12:18 am] |
[Over-all well-being| like hell]
[LSS| Eulogy - Tool]
If 13 is an unlucky number, then 12 and 14 are guilty by association. "12, I know I saw you with 13." "No I wasn't, I was with 11. You talk to 14 about that shit." "What do you have to say, 14?" "Me divided by 2 equals 7... alright, I was with 13, shit.
If thirteen's unlucky, then so should the letter B be. Cuz B looks like a scrunched together thirteen.
"Hello. What's your name?"
"BOB"
"Get the fuck away!"
- Mitch Hedberg
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