Shameful Blast From The Past

First off, a little shout-out to Arse Scenic! Porn Princess here wrote her first Inquirer article and it came out yesterday! Ya know, I never mentioned this to anyone but back in college, I dreamed of one day contributing to the Young Blood section of that particular daily so seeing Tin's recent achievement really inspired this lowly writer to up the A especially at this crucial point of my professional life. Naks. No, really, I'm actually planning on starting big for the year ahead.

Thanks to the fact that there's a chance that our company will be laying off some people (myself included) because of the whole recession extravaganza that's been ripping the economic world a new asshole, I've done a lot of thinking. And no, it's not because I'm paranoid.

Of course, this is mainly due to the fact that I'm partly frustrated at the way the management are "handling" this issue and partly unnerved at the prospect of celebrating the holidays without a job (a thing that has never happened to me before). However, a small part of me is happy because this is a great opportunity to think of all the possibilities and step up, something that I wasn't able to do because of my hasty exit from Iweb.

But enough about that. I'm actually here because I wanna share something high-larious. So, I was rummaging through my closet and guess what I found! My long lost diary, college edition. See, I kept three diaries in this life time. The first one chronicled my elementary/HS life (the diary however, was destroyed when a flood drowned my home town back in 2004-ish) a college edition diary and a yuppie edition diary.

Excited that I was, I decided to read the whole thing, sure that the college me was not really different from the yuppie me. Well lo and behold, I was scandalized with its content and I wanted to burn the damn thing right away (which I didn't). I sure as hell didn't know I was a shameless flirt back in college. I wrote a freakin' transcript of my conversation with a guy I was crushing on. If writing a three page transcript of my conversation with my crush isn't weird enough, the convo was also generously peppered with godawful one-liners from yours truly. Susmeh, nakakahiyaaaaaaa!!! I read and and I was like, what?!

To give you a quick glimpse: Billy, is obviously the guy I had a crush on. He's the part-owner of the Momo's (a small restaurant) back in Dapitan.

Billy: Ah diba CEU ka? Babalik ako sa CEU sa 15. Kukunin ko kasi ang diploma ko.

College Tina: Ah talaga? Sige, antayin kita sa North gate, 14 pa lang magtatayo na ako ng tent! Pag nakakita ka ng tent, sakin yun, weheheheh!


ZOMG. It was so awful and I was so bad at it. I wanted to hop on a time machine, go back to the exact moment where Billy and I was talking and smack College Tina on the face with a fucking keyboard.

It's funny really, because reading my diary made me realize two things, one, I'm bad at flirting, two, I'm even wose at stalking.

Oh, the shame! Oh, the shame! Oh, the shame!

Christmas Bombshell Makes Belts Go Tighter

So Monday lazily went by but not without dropping a bombshell that left a hugeass crater on my Christmas List. Turns out, our client pulled out his account from the company and in the meantime, we are considerably unemployed.

SHOCK!

My tower of money flashed before my very eyes as Rhae gave me the lowdown on this shit. You can imagine how heartbroken I was. I dunno which is the worst part, the fact that we are suddenly unemployed, the fact that I'm hearing that we are suddenly unemployed on a MONDAY or the fact that I'm hearing we are suddenly unemployed on a MONDAY, when DECEMBER is looming beyond the horizon!

Why am I so worried, you asked? Am I not used to go "floating" down the abyss until I fade into obscurity, you asked? It's because unlike Iweb, if we go floating, we don't get paid. At all. That's right, here in Sin Cubicle City, floating is equivalent to getting the proverbial ax, minus the will-blacklist-yo-shit-up part.

Thing was, I have so many plans that included loads of hard-earned moolah for the days ahead and make no mistake, I'm talking about something long-term here

*DOUBLE SHOCK!*

Say hello to my friend...

So. Impatience won me over and I went out and bought the damn thing just to get the hysteria out of my system. Well worth the 20 pesos fare I shelled out to haul my ass to the nearest Nokia center for this mobile. This thing has a bar code scanner and a VPN. A freakin' VPN!!!

Anyhow, I'm still getting acquainted with my new toy and so far it's great. Sad to say that because of my limited knowledge in techie stuff, I might not be able to really maximize the use of this phone. BUT, itchokey kokey. It takes nice pics, hihihihi!

Things To Look Forward To (Among Other Things)

* Love letter from Tina: Matagal akong di nag-blog. You may want to sit down when you read this uboawesomeubo freakin' long post*

I've been itching to buy a new mobile phone already. Seriously. It's like, it's the only thing I could think of, I'm afraid it's bordering on obsession already. Funny thing is, I'm itching to buy a mobile phone when I hardly use one. How fucked up is that? Well despite numerous set-backs, I still have to wait it out until the end of this month to buy my beloved E71. Meeeeh. I get impatient sometimes but ish kul. Something to look forward to! (I actually broke my phone as I was typing this. Dammit!)

Another thing to look forward to is my sexy baby bro's incoming field trip here on the metro! That means after the field trip, I'm gonna pick him up and he'll have a mini-vacation with his spinster sisters! AwesoooOOOooome!

Anyways, Christmas is drawing near and I couldn't be more excited! I'm always in my best mood during the Ber months and though I couldn't say I'm at the highest point of my life right now, I'm still excitedly waiting for the days ahead. I'm actually considering on buying my gifts already. Some might think I'm a wee bit too early but personally I think I'm a little late on my schedule. Why, when I was in college I used to buy Christmas gifts on September, that's how much of an eager beaver I am!

I'm already budgeting my moolah because I'm hell bent on giving my nieces and nephews awesome loot! Seriously, I'm gonna outdo myself this time! I'm exh-teeeeeeeeeed!

But all is not well. I'm not looking forward on going home during the holidays because it's always a nightmare to go home! Every freakin' year, me and my sister are greeted with this kind of eyesore:

Oh, the humanity!

It's Undas, Bitch.

If you must know, these pics were taken on Undas 2008. I spent two mind-numbing hours wading through the waves upon waves of humanity and then standing in an impossibly long line till I lost feelings on my legs all thanks to Five Star Bus Line's remarkably retarded crowd management skills. It gets worse every year, I swear. But itchokey kokey. At least I got home fine and spent Undas stuffing my face till I passed out.

Oh! Also, the son of my land lady bought a dog. It's a cute Lab. Her name's Ana Paula or Anapola, I'm not really sure if I spelled either name correctly but that's how her name sounds like.Anyways, I've never seen a baby Lab before. Our own lab, Gabi, who died of stupid circumstances (I'm not being mean, he really did die of something really, really stupid. Broke my heart into millions of pieces but it didn't change the fact that it was... stoopid) was already two years old when we got him so naturally I got excited when I saw this tiny pup! She's so cute!!!! I fed her bibingka and mocha cookies yesterday and was charmed at the way she couldn't chew her food yet!

I plan to buy her a rubber ball if it's okay with the owner. I can almost imagine it now. Me and Anapols, laughing and running around on a hill, playing catch, eating Oishi Mocha biscuits and generally being stupid together!

Weird Funk at The Beach

Last week was pure hell. My boss made me do this writing gig that dried my freakin' brains out. Worse, I was forced to stay on the office well over office hours. And the worst part was my bosses bugging us about it even when we were miles away from the city. Obviously these incidents didn't help the weird funk I've been feeling all week. It was complicated and well, hellish.

I had my reservations about pushing through my plans to head to the beach. Truth be told, I couldn't be psyched up about the trip at all. I was in the mood to for it, I guess.

Head Hoiyts

Indeed, Mondays has its own surprise. I was idly talking to one of my co-worker/friend about this guy I used to know when suddenly, I saw the light. Actually, it was more like pulsing shreds of lightning floating on my vision. Seeing that, I knew that I need to go home... and fast.

Though I was in the middle of everything that day i.e. working, smoking and fucken chatting with my office mates fuck it, I got better things to worry about. Sensitivity to light, sound and smell, impaired vision, numb limbs, nausea and a headache, so profoundly painful, it feels like the back of your head is being mercilessly poked by a dull, rusty sword.

I really hate how everything must go to a screeching halt whenever I get migraines but it's something that can't be helped. I don't get migraines often (Thank GOD) but you never forget how painful it is no matter how long its been. So there. I had a hellish time actually. I suffered one of the most painful headache I had in recent memory, the most uncomfortable sleep (even though I took pills to fall asleep) ever and the most awkward vomiting spree all in one day.

Work, Being OLD and Bad Boys

I remember a lady friend of mine saying something about "Mondays having its own surprises" and that just about summed it all up. See, the Weird Dude and I got word that we will be doing a new task that involves more effort than making up shitty video reviews that even a retarded ant can do (which kinda puts Weird Dude in a sorrier light since he uh... is bad at it. Perhaps, he's bad at everything). I'm happy about the changes. Not challenged at the tasks per se, but it was a welcome change still.

Sure, it takes more effort on my part and the posts are a bit tedious to do because it involves researching, something I haven't done since I finished writing my thesis four years ago, but I love it mainly because the old task is getting to me. Frankly, after five months of watching mediocre videos and getting used to writing second-rate (nobody's fault there) short video reviews, I'm just about fucking ready to do anything they ask me just so I can get the hell out of this literary black hole.

Also, it's a good way to improve my writing skills. I know composing posts with nothing but trash-talking in it ain't something I should get used to. I just wish they would give me something... daunting as I get bored easily. Except for the unnecessary quota, everything is great so far. I get to stop saying naughty stuff for a sec and write like I'm a pompous car salesman, it's awesome!

However, I'm hardly challenged.

Although I bore a little hate over my ex-boss, Gringo, I loved the job I used to do for him. Yeah, I did make my friends' lives harder because I kept bitching about how he sucked, how his sites sucked and how the whole world, in general, sucked back then but I guess I just missed the days where I'm always on my toes, y'know? Like, how I would obsess over my write-ups, I had to check my work every three fucking seconds because I couldn't shake the feeling that something was bound to go wrong, going totally apeshit over idiotic rednecks from the forums, multi-tasking and actually being good at it. I miss that.

Sitting in this hell hole, wading though files after files of write-ups about casinos all over Vegas, putting up with people's incompetence, bullshit and sheer stupidity... it's just too taxing. Sometimes I feel like I wanna burn this whole building down to the ground, out of frustrations, I guess.

I got into thinking last night, okay it was mostly me, quizzing myself on what my long term plan was. Being totally sucky at talking about adult stuff, I chose to not answer... myself. Heeheeheee. Also, it just dawned on me that March is just around the corner. I'll be 26 soon.

It's official, I wasted my youth.

Dammit. I distinctively remember reading something on the Peanuts comics about how you should take care of your knees because when you grow old, your knees are the first to go. Wala lang, it just sort of sprang into my mind. Man, I never thought I'd grow old... or up, for that matter. Fucking scares the living daylight outta me.

On an entirely different subject, I've acquired a fondness for the series, Dexter. I just love this series and I couldn't believe it took me a long time before I actually watched the damned DVD I had back home. It was gathering dust bunnies and cobwebs! Basically it's about the story of a serial killer who preys on serial killers. Inner struggles of a mass murderer, blood splatters, dismembered bodies and all that shebang. I'm a wee bit squeamish with the whole blood thing but that's alright. The actor is so my type. Kinda manly in a scary will-fuck-yer-shit-up kinda way.

Heh, maybe I really do have a thing for bad boys.

Under The Weather

I've been sick for the couple of days. I get nauseous in the morning and basically spends the rest of the night throwing up and tossing, turning on my bed. I was worried sick. All I could think about was CANCER AT 25, CANCER AT 25, CANCER AT 25!!! I know, I know. I can't help it. If you've been throwing up stuff with wispy traces of blood in it, you'd think of the same thing.

I dunno which is worse, driving myself to the wall worrying or feeling generally sick. Paranoid fuckwit that I am, I resolved to haul my ass to the hospital and have a little consultation with the doctor as soon as I recover. Yesterday, I was supposed to have my check up but I was still feeling a teensy-bit sick so I decided to do it the day after and just went home to rest.

My landlady saw me coming in and told me that her son is gonna celebrate his birthday and sent word that he wanted to invite us in. Fast-forward 8 PM that evening, I was idly eating my share of Chicken Cordon Bleu at the party and I was approached by the land lady. She asked me why I went home early. I told her that I was having a mysterious ailment and was in no shape to work. Upon hearing this, she motioned for a guy sitting across the room to come near, introduced us to that guy, told him of my troubles and surprise of all surprises, he turns out to be a doctor specializing in Internal Medicine, what are the odds, right?

To make the long story short, I got a free consultation and he listed down a few meds that I needed to take. Initially, I thought it might be Anemia or Low Blood Pressure but turns out it was good ol' Gastritis. So there. I was relieved because not only did that encounter saved me some dough, it also gave me peace of mind as well as saving me the trouble of heading to a hospital, something I'm not looking forward on doing. I'm so freakin' glad I decided to attend that party!

Though I'm far from being completely healed, I've recovered. Some sort of.

"Awesomized"

Weird Dude: This api mashup could not be considered just another idiotic video! Oh my golly! I was awesomized by it! These DJ compilations are a great story surrounding the Super Ultra Ninja with his powerful cookies together with the Soul Taker who happened to have more magical powers than him! Amusing yet friggingly grand VIDEO! Oh, my entrails just got busted!

Tina: You know what I found hilarious in this video mashup? Not the mash up itself but the commenter who came up with the word “Awesomized”

Personally, I was not “awesomized” bu this video mashup because the shittyass plot combined with shittyass animation are hardly awesome by my standards. I will say that what got me “awesomized” is the fact that somebody actually found this mash up awesome enough to actually make up a new word to describe it. Now that, my dear fellow, is what “awesomized” this humble audience enough that not only did yours truly’s entrails blew straight up the goddamn stratosphere, it also made my fucking central nervous system caught fire. “Awesomized” yet?

*Oo, inedit ko. Apparently, I'm not as perfect as I think I am, hihihihihiih*

Paradise, Issues and All That Biz

The new office is much more awesomer that I first thought. It's almost too perfect now! Thing was, they made a new policy and it's just blew my mind away! The new policy states that as long as the tasks are over and done, you can go home. Just. Like. That!

So basically, it doesn't matter if you are to stay for an hour or two just as long as you finish your tasks and then you are free to go! This is the first time that I worked in a company with radical policies such as this and it's pure awesomeness!!! *crocodile tears*

So far I get to go to the office at 9 in the morning and go home at three in the afternoon, a schedule I'm lovin'. Although I can finish my work in an hour or so, I don't think I'm gonna do the 1 hour touch and go thing because I don't want to get used to that kind of schiz (because they might wisen up on us and junk the policy in the near future). So yeah, everything in the workplace rocks!

In other news, I discovered that That Boy got back from his Ex.

Tina... Shock!

World Wide (Economic) Suicide

After going on a little retail therapy yesterday (I was inspired by Neil Gaiman's newly released novel, The Graveyard Book) I took time off to watch the news. Growing up, I was exposed to listening to early morning news shows on the radio and watching late night news programs rather than watching cartoons and entertainment shows so being out of the loop in a while made me a bit curious at how things are going. (I knew there's something seriously rotten in Denmark as soon as I read that Cosmo Girl is over and done because of the economy, heeeheee!)

The word "Worldwide Economic Meltdown" was being tossed around every three nano-seconds and pretty much the only thing that was being talked about on 24 Oras last night. Turns out, The Great Depression II is upon Uncle Sam and that ain't good for everyone else. Being in the biz that solely depends on clients from the U.S. and Europe, I was also understandably worried. You know you're starting to get old when you start worrying about the economy, no? Damn.

So far, OFWs are already feeling the heat. More and more Flips are coming back home as every John Doe started tightening their pompous belt. Ah... the signs of things to come! I was a victim of the economic meltdown when my writing gig folded due to the "poor economy" last September. I was panic-stricken because... I'm a money-grabbing bitch, what can I say? Major Suckage on my part.

There was also a funny little news where the reporter happily quipped that "the Philippine Economy was doing far better than that of the U.S. (insert straight-face here)"

EEEEEEEeeeehhh?! Exactly how much did I miss? Seriously, what the fucking hell is going on? Hearing this felt like I was stuck in a parallel universe.

I know I'll sound like a Goddamned prick and I should be happy that after decades and decades and decades of economic instability, Good ol' Flip country is finally getting a break but unfortunately, that failed to make me feel better simply because that's total bullshit.

You know Financial Doomsday is just around the corner the day that the word "Good Economy" is used along with "Philippines" in one sentence. Not to be a wet blanket but with a track record such as ours, I very much doubt that we'd ever make any impact on the worldwide economy so I find it hilariously ambitious of us to have the gall to compare our economic standing with that of the U.S.

I could almost feel Japan laughing their kimono-clad asses off with that bit of trivia.

Not content with spewing illusions of grandeur, there was another news I saw where it blatantly reports that we owe our great economic performance to the fact that "Mahilig kasing mangutang ang mga Pinoy."

You read it right folks.

They said that "Dahil sa likas na mahilig mangutang ang mga Pilipino, naging positibo ang resulta sa ating ekonomiya ng ganong mentalidad"

I almost choked out my own kidneys when I heard all of these... retarded remarks. One would think that astoundingly stoopid brain farts such as this would never hit national TV but you'd be surprised. With batshit crazy crackheads at our disposal it's no wonder we're still stuck in this massive cloud of retarded economic haze. I'm fine with being an optimist but I draw the line at being delusional.

We always do this, no? Thinking we're better than everyone else just because we got a little break from the sorrounding bullshit that seems to be pestering other countries. Why do we always feel the compusion to smoke up our own asses? As if that's gonna change things. Ika nga, anlakas ng ating fighting spirit. Kaso wala sa lugar, mga putangina nyong bobo!!!

Thankfully, a certain dismayed analyst shot down this ridiculous claim to oblivion by saying:

"Wag naman tayung mag-isip ng paurong. Walang kinalaman ang hilig ng Pinoy na mangutang sa lakas ng ekonomiya natin."

There is yet hope. But still, what the fuck?

Time To Get A Grip

It is not a surprise that I struggled long and hard with my temper. I keep my temper in check the moment I wake up until the time I close my eyes at night. I find it difficult to articulate what is exactly wrong with me. This anger. The feeling of wading through oceans and oceans of conflicting emotions every god-forsaken day really took its toll on me.

It's why I feel that it was unfortunate that I'm born a girl as it made me all the more prone to outbursts. I am resigned to the fact that I am beyond understanding. That I will be forever a puzzle, even to me. A friend once told me that I shouldn't pick fights with my friends knowing that there's so few of them, I could not possibly afford to lose one. I feel the same way though I couldn't do anything much because of my failure to control my temper. I can't seem to let it go and I almost always end up lashing out at the wrong people. It has become a cycle, a sick, sick, tiring and sad cycle. I can feel that when people talk to me, it's like they're walking on a Goddamned land mine. It's one of those moments when I feel really sorry for being this person.

I was thunder-struck with a realization a few days ago. Personally, it's hard to apologize. I've been doing it recently and it's certainly no picnic. More so if you sincerely feel like you didn't do anything wrong in the first place and yet, you apologize for whatever reason. Recent events however, got me springing into action. I guess it took me this much time to think things over and actually start doing something about the problem. It's humbling but it's great, like a damn cloud just lifted.

Anger Management, Making Amends and Conspiracy Theories

I’ve been thinking about some sordid things lately. I always abhor the idea of being in a large group and maybe that's because I stand witness at how a seemingly petty misunderstanding could turn ugly. Saw that in HS and saw it in College. That's why as a rule, I only keep a small circle of friends. But when I think of it now, smaller circles of friends also have their glitches. Oh well, we all aren't born perfect.

I did something pretty assholic seven months ago. I knew I stand to lose a close, if not the closest, friend I have. Unfortunately, my mind was so warped with anger that I pretty much wasn't thinking straight.

This is the part where I start eating my words. I know myself well enough to say that I tend to be unforgiving of people's fault while overlooking my own shortcomings. It’s a fault and I don’t intend to make any excuses for it. It's good to know that I did came around long enough to forgive when it's due and also to be forgiven as well.

Recent events led me me to a very eye-opening realization. I felt that I needed to do something right for a change and that's exactly what I did. I started the conversation with a sentence that goes something like “I had a sudden realization”and ended up making amends. I feel good.

Firstly, that that was one of the worst seven months of my life. Not only because I shunned the Ex-Bestfriend but also the impact of it led to a string of other disasters. When I think about it now, maybe I was just acting out because the shit keep pilling up.

Secondly, that I expect too much from people. That demanding the same courtesy from people, no matter how much you deserve it, is not something that most people do.

Thirdly and this was the easiest to figure out, re-connecting with old friends are just awesome! Being in a friendless state pretty much opened up my eyes to this kind of shit and it's great.

For a minute there, I was in a very strange place. The sadder part is that no one really asked me if I'm alright. Granted, I looked as if I'm taking things in stride. Truth of the matter is that, I was lying when I said I was okay, I should’ve just let it all out in the first place. I should've seen that as a sign, that's I may be hanging out with the wrong crowd because emotionally, I was a mess and nobody bothered to stop and ask me how I have been holding up.

Now before you go and think to yourself, “Why do you need to be asked if you’re okay? Are you this self-centered? Do you think the whole universe would stop revolving the minute you start feeling shitty?” Lemme explain.

I have this weird idea about friendship that I live by. When I ask a friend how is s/he is doing, I really wanna know. Am I making sense? I don’t ask this just to break the ice as most people I know do all the time. I want that person to tell me exactly what’s bothering him/her because I’m curious. I’m curious because I care. So naturally, I was expecting that they'd do the same thing for me. Buuuut again, this is the part where the whole not-expecting-anything-from-people lesson would come in.

Last night, as I was coming in terms of my anger over everything I had a clear vision of how I see myself. Like a perfect apple, bright and red. But when you cut it in half, it's rotten. This self-hate thing is something I have yet to cope up with but I think I'm making progress.

Things has been looking up lately though the past weeks has been quite a shitty ride. A shitty ride that involves people and their silly, silly conspiracy. BUT. I think from this point on, I I can now hate lesser people and actually be totally cool with people no matter how much or how often they go behind my back and conspire. Fuck them, as long as I got a few trusted friends I can really count on. That's one of the greatest feeling ever.

Insightful Linguist, I Are.

I was so bored that I did what any person would do, I checked out how my I.Q. was faring from my seemingly unending inactivity. Surprisingly enough, my I.Q. level fared better than my back which ached like crazy by the time I finished the test.

Actually, I took two I.Q. tests and surprises of all surprises, generated almost the same score. That would've been awesome except I didn't really took the second quiz seriously. I was too tired doing Math and figuring out who's taller than Frank or Suzie that I just did the old Eenie-Minnie-Mo on the last ten questionnaires.

I would've took a screen cap for this bit but for some weird reason, my Photoshop couldn't copy the damn page. So now I had to copy paste the whole thing.

How to Lose Friends and Alienate People, Tina- Style

Things have been a little rough lately. I think the string of bad news got triggered by a little argument between me and that Boy last month. It's been bad news ever since and it's leaving me a bit frustrated about people in general. Dealing with people sure is difficult and if you happen to be the kind of person who's got a volatile temper, it's even worse. I remember an old office mate telling me something about his hate for people and at this point I share the same sentiment.

Speaking of which, the Ex-Best friend texted me this morning with a lovely quote that goes something like this:

"Do you know what's the mark of people worth keeping for the rest of your life? It's when you become impossible to deal with and yet they stay by your side"

Just when I thought it's impossible to be sweet and sardonic at the same time, she says something like this at 6 in the fucking morning. I wanted to respond and say something witty like, "You're the one to talk" or simply a heartfelt "Fuck You" but I knew the message hit closer to home. And that's it's six in the fucking morning.

Needless to say I ignored her and the message.

Crezi for Gadgets!

Pinching pennies, that's what I've been doing in the past months mainly because 1) I wanna fatten up the bank account for future endeavor and 2) I wanna prepare myself this coming Christmas season so that I could hand out the best gifts I could... screw this, who am I kidding? I'm saving monies because before the year is over I will be getting me this baby:

Behold, my next mobile phone

Rockin' The Shores and such...

I'm pretty stoked. Good things have been finding their way to me. First off, I'll be heading to Boracay for a much-needed vacation! The great thing about this is that I don't have to spend a dime! Well, almost. But that's not the point. The point is that I need to re-charge and the timing for this trip is purrr-fect!

All hail, Paradise!

Screeching To A Halt.

I've been burning brain cells last week thinking what gadget I should buy next, a digi-cam or a new mobile phone? At first I was all set on buying this Nokia music phone but my sister suggested I go for Wi-fi ready phones like o2, Blackberry or an iPhone.

"To bai or not to bai, that is the question"

Luckily, another friend assured me that if ever I decided to settle for an iPhone then her boyf would gladly place an order in the States for me. But what about my digi-cam? Thing is, if I choose to buy an iPhone then my monies won't be enough for me to buy a digi-cam. I mean iPhone's a camera phone too but with only 2 megapixel, it's a little underwhelming.

I don't know if I've just being sucked into the whole iPhone hype that's been storming the metro with the impeding arrival of the iPhone 3G mobile phone. Three days and counting, folks. Ghad, my life, so hard!

Anyhoots. That Boy told my friend he just broke up with his girlfriend of two years.

Shocking.

College Buds

Last Saturday, I met up with my college buds. Some of them I haven't seen for more than four years. Well, some were not able to make it save for Fly Boi, Ria and this gay dude. So yes, Fly Boi is back but it might be for the last time. He's Dubai-bound and is planning to get married soon. I'm happy for him simply because I saw how much he changed for this person.

I realized something while I was hanging out with them. One, it's true what they say about friendship, we picked up right where we left off even after all those years that we lost touch. Quite incredible, really. Second, I may have been too hard on Fly Boi. I respect him now and I'm glad I got to hang out with him before he leaves the Philippines. Third, I am sorry that I lost touch with them at all. Especially Ria. Krisna, Princess, Ria and I used to be so tight and seeing how we all drifted apart after we graduated made me a bit sad about how things turned out. But it's cool now since we began hanging out again.

I think Ria got a bit frustrated with me because I couldn't remember this person or that person, but it was fun trying to jog each other's memory of long-forgotten college people.Too bad I forgot to take pictures, dammit. But it was nice, just drinking beer, reminiscing old antics and sharing new tidbits about everyone's going-ons. I haven't had one of those in a long time. Re-connection is awesome, yo!

The night ended with Fly Boi taking each one us home and promising that he'd make us proud in Dubai.

Fly Boi Retarns!

Fly Boi: Eto, may joke ako. Anung tawag dito (points at the facial hair below his lower lip)
Tina: Errr... ano?
Fly Boi: Tsaka.
Tina: Eh?
Fly Boi: Bigote, Tsaka, Goatee.
Tina: Naks, yan yung tipong joke na kala ko namatay na nung circa 1990 pa ah. May C.R. ba sa loob?
Fly Boi: Bakit, nasusuka ka na ba sa mga jokes ko?

Paninindigan ni Hannah

Hannah: Nag-comment ang friend ni Lauren sa blog ko! (copy pastes the comment)
Tina: Sagutin mo.
Hannah: Hay nako. Ayaw kong patulan ang katangahan nila.
Tina: (reads the copy pasted comment) Tanga ba sha? Haller, obvious bang peke yung blog?! Ako sasagot. Teka.
Hannah: Sige! Ako din!

... toink!

"Hanging Out"

So. Yeah, we hung-out and I was pleasantly surprised that I had a good time. See, I know I said he does not "move" me and I'm not saying that he moved me a lot that night. Wait, that totally came out wrong, hahahaha! What I mean is simply this, he's not as boring as I first thought.

Oh...

Meh: Boy Meets Girl

Boy: Hey...if it's okay with you, wanna hang out with me this Monday?
Girl: Are you asking me out?
Boy: To answer your question... I guess... kinda.
Girl: You have a girlfriend.
Boy: That's why I said to "hang out".
Girl: Hmm... well, this is awkward.

Retarn Op Da Kambak: It's Ulcer, bitches!

The Ulcer returned witha vengeance. I was dead to the world at one in the morning when it struck me wide awake. The last time I had a very painful attack was four years ago when I was still slaving away at ABS-CBN. It's weird that for a person who loved nothing more than to stuff her face off, I acquired this kind of illness. It's ironic when you come to think about it.

Twitching in pain, I took three antacids that did nothing to ease the pain, my sister forced me to drink Nai Cha (Milk Tea) to neutralize the acids and when that didn't work, my sister was kind enough to rush me to the nearest hospital because she got tired of hearing me bawl like a bitch at the dead of the night.

The doctors confirmed what I already know. I got chided for dieting, not eating breakfast, drinking coffee and smoking. The worst thing was they wanted me to quit drinking coffee. I would've understood perfectly had they tried making reasonable suggestions instead. Like, oh, I don't know, quit smoking but nooo it had to be the coffee. Naturally, I can't do that. I'm not exactly thrilled at the prospect of spending the rest of my life in a mingraine-like haze, thankyouverymuch. At the very least, I forced myself to eat half a hash brown and one hopia this morning for breakfast.

I also discovered the magic of Hot Compress. It was awesome, really. I never really believed in the whole Hot Compress thing until that night when I put the compress on my stomach and the pain melted away. I gotta buy me some of those.

Also, I'm stuck popping pills to "heal" my innards and such.

Always The Third Wheel

Recently I've been nursing a crush on this guy, let's call him uh... Sketchy Guy. Anyways, as luck would have it, I just found out that he is in fact, totally in-like with a friend. Dammit. It's always the case with me. Either they're taken or infatuated with someone else, it's so fucking ridiculous, really. I always end up as the third damn wheel.

Am I the only one in this planet who's always falling prey into this kind of seriously fucked up situation? It's totally unfair. Uuugggh. I think my friend was right all along, I'm going straight ahead to what looks like a long, winding road towards spinsterhood. OMFG. It's like, I have the word "Loser" stamped on my damn forehead or something.

Sometimes it makes me think what could have happened has I not made the mistake of letting the chance to be with Lyssander pass me by. Things would've been different, I'm guessing. Hay, regrets.

"The worst loneliness is not to be comfortable with yourself."
- Mark Twain

Beyond Bored

I don't know what the hell is up with me lately. It seems that my boredom is getting worse and worse every fucking day. I'm thinking maybe this is one of those PMS-ing moment but I doubt it. I sort of know it has something do with my general dissatisfaction with how things are going but as usual, I have no clue on how to go fix the problem. I tried several times to put into writing what's been bothering me exactly but the mind and the laziness clashed. It's only now that I did some actual writing and did not quit halfway through another uninspiring post or did the whole re-posting-from-Multiply-blog shit.

Everyday is the same damn routine, it's sickening. Go to the office, check e-mail, read blog, "do work stuff", do other stuff, get bored, re-read blogs, get bored, try to write a post, get bored halfway through, try to lighten up, get bored, eat, get bored. I tell you, my life is one massive cloud brimming with nothing but boredom.

I knew it was just a matter of time before my mood would hyper speed down the shitter when a friend told me people from the office feels uncomfortable talking to me. You see, unlike the whole sunshine-y front I used back in Porno Land, here in Porn Wonderland I hardly ever utter a word to my fellow porn practitioners. In return, they make an effort not to fuck around with me.

Hogging The Mic

We went out for a nice stroll on the mall and ended up stuffing our faces with greasy food, ice cream and pretty much hogged one of the karaoke room in the amusement center. It was fun, actually. I had a blazing Air Hockey match with Paeng that left his hands sore (literally) while I got a bruised hip. Our age didn't show through one bit!

Weirdude Begins

There's this guy in the office who always gets picked on, his name is Weirdude. He is this really, really weird guy who smells funky and who acts like he's a fucking retard. Mind you, people here in Porn Wonderland do not make a habit of alienating a person unless there's a reason behind it, in this case, Weirdude made a pass on some guy way before we got employed. Did I mention he's queer? Anyways, the moment he made a pass to this guy was the moment he kissed his peace and solitude good-bye.

I have nothing against this guy, in fact, I am the only person in the office who does not make fun of him. As much as these people have reasons to single out this guy, I pity him. I guess you could say, I used to know what he feels back in grade school when I was being bullied by two girls. Fucking cunts. I swear to God, if I ever saw any of those two bitches again, I will make them remember me.

But I digress. So yes, I pity him because personally, to me he strikes me as the kind of guy who looks for love in all the wrong places. He wears the same clothes for a couple of days without cleaning 'em, he smells like the bat cave a damp cave full of bat shit, he never flushes the toilet and he spends most of his time frequenting gay porn sites and gay forums.

So what bone do I have to pick with this dude? The fact that he'd rather flirt with random dudes than to actually spend his time in the office working. Granted, I myself have the habit to surf the net every now and then. However, I make sure all my work and my raket are done before I do anything else. It's a matter of setting your priorities straight.

Anna-grams, Caricature and Such

Boy, am I bored or what. For the lack of better things to do.. I'm re-posting my recent blog post over at my Multiply Blog.

Oowkaaaaay.... First off, NOPE, the first picture is not Zorayda, it is in fact, a caricature of me. Yeah, well, fuck you too. The ijot who made this caricature must've mistaken me for a horse which honestly, does nothing to make me feel better, pweh. And now that I mentioned it, what is up with that teeth? And the hair is all wrong!!! However, the major boobage, I find to be uncannily like my own boobies, BWAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAH!!!

Weirdness

As much as I hate it when friends from Friendster seems to have the knack for posting their personal messages through the comment section instead of sending it as a discreet mail I sort of feel bad for this dude. Every time I get to read his drivel (which wasn't often because I'm fucken busy, haller.) I get the feeling that he's thisclose on offing himself. Seriously. I remember reading another one of his posts on the bulletin a few months ago, expressing his frustration over being fired. I'm not really bothered by this at all but does he have to post it on the damn bulletin? Can't he just create a blog or something?

I remember him to be as someone who's not much of a talker, someone who's always alone and apparently he has not change a bit. Addressed to no one in particular, it seems he wanted to share some good news to EVERYFUCKINGONE on his Friendster list by posting what looked like an excerpt from his personal journal on the bulletin board. Well, I'm happy he's happy I'm pretty sure he deserves all  good things that comes his way I jut find this behavior strange, that's all.

And just for the heck of it, here's another one:

Meh. I feel bad for him just the same.

Memories in Stills

I was busy reading the Sunday newspaper when I saw one of those glossy magazines that came free with the daily. The magazine was a brochure from Sony. Since I was already thinking about getting me a new digi-cam after my I busted my freakishly shitty but downright expensive Canon Ixus back in March, I checked out the brochure and unwittingly fell irrevocably in-lurve

Got Me Name written all over it

It's green, it's cute, it's perfect! But aside from being awesome on the outside, this baby's got a shitload of kickass features cleverly hidden inside its sleek aluminum green shell. Boasting a 8 .1 megapixels resolution and 4 GB of internal memory, the Sony Cubershot T2 also has: 2.7 inches LCD display, Carl Zeiss lens, Image Stabilizer for sharper pictures, Smile shutter and face detection feature and my personal favorite, Paint feature!

Sweet! Can't wait t get one very soon!

Office Snooze Fest

This pic was taken by Paeng yesterday because I asked him to. These guys' deafening snores made me do it. It's a fucking gem offa pic, that's fer sure!

As you can see, the wonderland that my cute ass works for is so full of sleepy heads and yes, sa mga nagtatanong, they were NOT pretending to sleep, my melted ear wax can vouch for this.It's actually pretty rare for me to be surrounded by bellowing snore-fest to be honest that's why I couldn't resist immortalizing this hilariously rare occurence.

Come to think of it, I can't remember a time when I myself took a nice, long snooze in the office. Oh, well, may mga tamang oras ang lahat ng bagay.

A Shitty Day of Epic Proportion

Woke up with a headache, the kind that rams your consciousness awake and where every sound sounds like fingernails scratching a black board. This day is shaping up to be one fucking shitty day. Also, I was late for an hour trying to scour my village for a drug store that is open at 6 in the fucking morning. Nothing worse than a walking around the muddy streets of Stella Mariz, Pasig in a barely awake stupor with a throbbing head at 6 in the fucking morning, lemme tell you that.

Jeeezzuzzz H. Chriiiiitsss!!! DUH PEEEEYYN!!!

I also had to force myself to eat some tasteless wafers before hitting Tylenol and Ponstan. I don't do breakfast for a long time now so my appetite in the morning is always next to nil.

I supposed I should be getting used to having these kinds of illness. I've been dealing with headaches for as long as I can remember. To ignore the pain in my head, I made a mental list of the kinds of headaches I suffered for the past ten years.

With Mouth Wide Open

I've been trying my damnedest to start dieting but the days that followed the weekend only made matters worse! Food! Food! Food!

Stuuuuffeeeettt!!!!

My Personal Culture Appreciation Program

I do recall that I've mentioned toying with the idea of signing myself up for a boxing or martial arts class. Lately, I've been giving serious thoughts about taking up Muay Thai. I know a friend who teaches this sort of Thai Boxing and I want to hire him as a personal coach. Thing is, rumor has it that he's a gold medalist or something which means hiring him might be a little too expensive, hmft. So now I'm thinking of ways to get him at a bargain price, which is easier said than done. I don't know if he's interested on a one-on-one kind of setting but I sure as hell would try to convince him as soon as I made up my mind about taking this class seriously.

I find it weird that I am suddenly interested to learn the basics on how to properly kick asses. Op kors, I know to learn these kinds of schiz, one must have a sincere intention to discipline oneself and I know having the desire to beat up someone ain't really the best intention in the world that's why I need to think things over really, really hard before I can take this new interest seriously.

Moving on,  I've been watching one Jap telenovelas after another another as part of my uh... personal culture appreciation program. Yeah, because I'm hardcore like that. After finishing up a fifth serving of Jap series, I began to notice a pattern. Indeed, I did. All Japanese telenovelas will not be complete without:

One of Those Retarded Moments

Tina: Manong wala naman pong English translation tong DVD na binigay nyo.

Manong: Okay sige, check natin.

(fed the DVD to the player and waited)

Manong: Hmmm... oo nga no. Sige palitan natin (fiddles with the remote, pushed "Chinese 2" on the Subtitle Translation function and magically, the chinese subtitles turned to english) Ay, ma'am sa chinese 2 po ang pindutin nyo! (Shows me how it's done)

Tina: Ahh... so meron pala. Sige po okay na.

Manong: Si ma'am talaga ibabalik nyo meron naman palang english translation! Hahaha!

Tina: (Napikon sabay napa-mewang) Eh Hello, manong. Sa tingin mo, pano ko malalaman na ang "Chinese 2" pala eh ibig sabihin "English" translation?! Di ba?!

Manong: Ahehehe... oo nga po sabi ko nga.

Tina: (deep inside) Taena tong gagong to ah ako pa pinag-mukhang di marunong magbasa.

Waki The Musical

Yes, I've been busy.

Drunken Kingdom

We got invited by the Drunken Masters for a little pick-me-up at their urban castle. My colleagues and I decided to drop by but we planned not to stay long. At first, Methink it would be such a fucken drag making small talk with my bosses and I wasn't prepared for it. However, my colleagues who are big on alcohol, were persuaded to hangout, not for an extra hour or two, but a whopping 8 hours, doing nothing but either slur their words or shouting their heads off in my general direction... or both. You could say it would've been funner had I got myself drunk as well but being the resident killjoy, I've got my job all cut-out.

And now the highlights of the night...

Movies and Playing with Words

I keep toying with the idea of signing myself up for a boxing/martial arts training camp, is that normal? Got to see lots of movies, Kung-Fu Panda, The Incredible Hulk and this:

Yes, it's in Spanish. Bite me.

Yesterday, Rhae and I went to the movies to watch Get Smart a film re-make of a 60's Espionage spoof series with the same title, created by Mel Brooks. The movie was top-billed by Steve Carell and Anne Hathaway as Maxwell Smart and Agent 99, respectively. I've been waiting for two months to see this film and it was worth the wait. It's funny, Carell was awesome, Hathaway was surprisingly good (I just don't see her as a spy and all, sue me) and the special effects was awesome! I lurve it zooo phaken much!!! Go see! Go see! Go see! Now, back to my uninteresting life...

Rain and The City

So I bumped into the Ex-Bestfriend a couple of days ago. She looked good though, she got thinner and she's wearing a brand new pair of green chucks which I approve. You can bet that I'm having mixed feeling about our brief meeting. However, I've been indulging way too much into this whole mess and I resolve not to be totally miserable about it. Maybe if I don't think about it too much, it'll go away on its own. HAH! I didn't like how Rhae giggled while I was talking to the Ex-Bestfriend. It got to me more than the fact that I actually saw my ex-bestfriend. I know she meant to be funny about it but that was not a good time to laugh about the situation. I'll just let it go.

Read My Mind by The Killers

This song was introduced to me by someone I used to know and got addicted to it mainly because it reminded me of someone. Written by Brandon Flowers, there used to be something in this song that haunts me and came a time when I would listen to this song and nothing else. Although some things have changed, I'm still in-like with this song and Brandon is still a hot little fox, haha!

On a totally different note, I actually dreamed of listening to the song "Good Thing" by Reel Big Fish, last night. Yeah, figure that out.

Doble-Cara Moment

For me, June started out with a bang so loud, my ears are still ringing up to now. My plight to Moni-dom has officially started and so far, I'm getting my ass kicked around. I'm currently juggling three jobs that requires patience. I'm not what you'd call a patient person and I fantasized about suddenly screaming my head off while I start to whack my monitor using my keyboard just to let it all out more times than I care to count.

If it wasn't for my sheer will and determination to swim in a Olympic-sized pool filled with monies and bright, shiny objects, I'd rather go fishing or maybe go home and watch some cute Korean Telenovellas so I can distract myself from watching my mediocre life pass me by.

Sometimes I wish my life is as action-packed as reel life, y'know? Ever since I bought this cheapass DVD player, I began acting like the ultimate hermit. Like I said, as soon as I hit the keyboard, I juggle three gigs then go straight home, unlike before where I would beg Paeng, Rhae and Peter to hang-out with me after shift. Having had a recent falling-out with the Ex-Bestfriend made things worse. It fanned my growing hatred for people in general, confirmed my suspicions that relationships romantic or otherwise, are just disappointments waiting to happen and as much as I try to shake off these thoughts but it just won't go away.

Despite the anger, I still wanna forgive her and hang-out with her and be BFF again. Being friendless sucks so bad sometimes I wanna smack my own mug for turning out to be this horribly spiteful person. I have no idea exactly when I started hating myself but sometimes I find that I do. More than the usual, in fact. I get up in the morning and I can't help mocking myself. No friends, no life and no fucking direction. Too proud to be sorry and too damn stubborn to take the Ex-Bestfriend back and with only take-outs and useless DVDs to keep me company. How lame is that?

The no friends part is my fault. I seem to have mastered the art of disappearing on my old friends, ignoring their presence until they get tired of asking me how am I doing. The thing is, loneliness is second nature to me that I'm not really depressed about the whole thing which is weird. Some would say I'm in denial but I dunno. I'm having trouble putting things to words so I'll break it down...

Tina 1: I'm sad that I'm friendless, I recognize my mistakes and feel that I should've tried my best to keep my temper and pride in control so things wouldn't be as shitty as this.

Tina 2: Dude I'm so not at fault at this. She deserves to be deserted because she is a worthless piece of shit. Oh, remember the time she ditched you for her other friends? You went home ALONE at 3 in the morning when she promised you she'd crash at your place because it's not safe to go home alone at 3 in the fucking morning. Did she cared enough about your safety? Of course not! She was too busy getting piss drunk! Boohoo, get over it.

Tina 1: But if memory serves me right, I actually dedicated at least three posts about her which means that this is a very important issue to me. Why harp on and on about someone if you don't care about 'em, right?

Tina 2: It's because I hate her. She never tried hard enough. Not then and obviously not now. She is a lousy best friend who can't even get her shit together. Her mother knew about it and now, you do too. What I need is closure.

Tina 1: This is a great time in your life to make better friends. You know even your other friends hates you, right?

Tina 2: Also, Can I just say, stop saying I have no friends, of course I have friends. They just don't care and so do I.

Tina 1: I'm not happy but I'm not too sad about it either. I'm "okay" with it. I guess you could say, I've become too jaded for my own good. But I hate hating this person because I don't enjoy hating anyone. It's bothersome and pointless.

Tina 2: So I'll leave it at that.

Beachin' Good Time

Checking out the chicks

Doing the robot dance Boat Version

Food, Friends, Crocs and Burning Bridges

It was Peter's 27th birthday and most of my bitches were present. The food was great, we stuffed ourselves with pizza, pasta, beer and more pizza!

That Boy

Recently, I had a very revealing talk with someone from Porno Land. He's been having some problems with his girl friend and for reason unknown to me, he told me every gritty detail about it even though I told him that its okay if he won't tell me about it in the first place. Honestly, its not that I'm respecting his privacy or shit like that but more like, I just don't give a shit. Apparently he thinks I do give a shit which is weird and funny.

Of Koreans, Porno Land and The Ex-Bestfriend

Well, I survived two weeks here in my new company and things are surprisingly great. Not that I expected it to suck or anything. I get to finish work in two hours and spend the rest of my shift watching Coffee Prince, hahaha! My God, I got totally sucked into this Koreanovella, its fantastic!

Though I'd rather not waste bandwidth talking about the plot, I will do this instead:

Behold the heavenly body known as Gong Yoo. My God... I just can't stop the tears T_T

Humor Blogger For May 2008

Badoodles, if you're reading this I wanna say thank you :D See, you just made my day.

Well my defunct blogsite over at BlogSpot just scored the title Humor Blogger for May 2008. Wow, Who fucken knew? Tenk U beri meyni! This made me forget even for a little while how much Worpress sucks because I couldn't embed videos as a post. Why this happens, I've got no fucking clue.

Douchebagerry at its finest: Bill O'Reilly

This is just priceless! Watch Bill throw a tantrum like a goddamned five year old!

Say Cheese!

Virtual Rehab

Despite lingering doubts and conflicting emotions, I left Porno Land as scheduled. Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm not regretting anything at this point, what I'm saying was it has been fun. I was expecting my last day to be somewhat uneventful but for some weird reason (maybe saying Good-Bye ain't really my strongest suit) it wasn't.

The Big Man was parading around Porno Land with a white girl who turns out to be the new Queen of Sales, she's actually pretty nice to me. Except the Big Man pointed out to white girl that I'm about to sever my connections with the smut factory. I was a bit taken aback by that incident though I didn't think much about it after.

I celebrated my last day by handing out pizza slices for the Edule folks as well as from office friends, which made me a little sad but that's what Good-Byes are all about anyway. After I handed out the grub, me and Tin went out for a little smoke. Turns out, Porno Land people prepared a little program to welcome white girl into the hood and I was curious enough to observe the festivities.

Big Mistake.

The host (which is a friend of mine) and I locked orbs and next thing I knew, he was announcing to the Porno Folks that "Somebody is bound to leave us soon, give it up for Tina!" Naturally, out of dismay, I cowered in the corner. I guess I wanted a more subtle exit but apparently, it was too much to ask, haha!

After the whole shebang, I went out to meet the Band of Bitches and they wolfed down what was left of the pizza while I dreamed of the simple country life.

You see, I was raring to take a little break and head out North before I work my fingers to the bone once again. I imposed a no internet unless it's a matter of life and death and monies policy and I've never been more excited.

Robert is Iron Man

I suck at movie revs and I don't plan to start now but I just wanna say: Iron Man blew me the fuck away.

25 Years in the Making

I've been meaning to write shitload of brain farts but lately, neither time nor energy permits me to do so that's why most of the good stuff I wanted to write down are gone from memory. Now, I've always wanted to write about the things I learned in my 25 years here on Mother Earth. I was supposed to post something about it on my birthday in my old blog but I decided against it since these things takes a lot of time.I know I'm not in any position to take the Holier-Than-Thou route but I figured, hell, I've been here long enough, I'm pretty sure there were some things I learned along the way, right? Roooyt.

So here we go...

Lapse of Judgement

Initially, when I hatched the plan to stop posting retarded contents on my old blog and start afresh with a new one, I resolved that this blog site would be everything my old one wasn't. For one thing, I was dismayed to find myself writing for an audience (which admittedly, was my fault.), I was surprised when I found out folks from Porno Land began reading my blog on a daily basis and I came to a point where I was abstaining to write anything when I'm depressed because I don't want to reveal too much of myself (which I do most of the time when I'm depressed) for public consumption. That in turn, defeats the purpose of my blog in the first place.

My old blog has become what in layman's term would be called a "damned circus" and I hated it.

In an effort to control the people who can read my blog, I went on and bought a new domain, kept it as a secret even with my friends. It was a hard decision because I loved my old site like an old friend and I wouldn't say I'm funny but I do love to laugh often and I still got lots of retarded banters in can but I felt that I should put a stop on all of these mainly because I'm tired of it all.

But I came to find out that keeping this site a secret proved to be a hell lot more difficult that I anticipated. Who knew.

For starters, In my excitement, I blurted out the domain name of this blog to three of my friends. Though I don't mind if they found out about my new site, I still wanted to keep this one as personal as possible because 1) I planned to inject a lot of honesty on this blog and I want to keep it pure 2) obviously, this will serve as the place where prospective clients can check out my other work and most includes sensitive issues like boobs and the likes. Something others might not be comfortable reading about and 3) I'm tired of being somebody else's monkey and 4) I hate having to explain myself

Trouble started with what I first thought to be a minor mistake, track backs. Somebody from the office noticed a new track back on his blog site's comment section that leads to this site instead of my old site. How that happened, I have no clue as I'm mostly oblivious of such things. Of course, I was both dismayed and mortified when he told me about it. The funny part was that this site was barely a week old when he discovered its existence. Thank God he was cool enough not to let the cat out of the bag to which I'm very much grateful.

But the trouble doesn't end there.

As most of my friends know, my old site was in the running for a certain contest. I was flattered, of course as I never expected my site to be nominated at all. But the thing was, the old comments I posted created another batch of track backs and the guy who instigated the whole contest not only found out about this site, he also asked me on the comment section about it and posted my new site's name for everyone to read! Imagine my dismay and mortification when I saw my supposedly "secret playground" spelled out in plain sight. Meh.

So why am I writing all of these shit in the first place? I'm writing all of this shit because now that I am aware that I've been found out and it's out of my hands, lemme just say that regrettably, this isn't and will never be The Mundane Side of The Road. Sure, I'd still post funny stuff because I do love posting retarded shit in the first place and I do it every chance I get but the similarity ends there. Sorry.

So yeah, bite me.

Chowdown in China Town

Good Food + Good Friends + Music = Bliss.

End of An Era

There are a number of things I should have written about and last Sunday I was supposed to do just that but I didn't know where to start. In the end, I ditched the idea altogether. Now that things ain't so shitty anymore, I decided that yeah, I'll try to piece together the damn week that it was and let things be. Such a lovely idea.Maybe I should take my own advice.

I'm finally over my depression over leaving Porno Land. I have come to live with the fact that yes, it was fun while it lasted, yes, I'll miss the Golden Days and yes, I'll miss the damn pool but sometimes we tend to cling to what little is left of the happier days, hoping that things will be better in the coming days and realize that no, it won't. At this point I feel that I'm way past my usefulness to the company and it's time to move on. I leave with happy memories, that's what's important.

The Sound Of Love

Now here's one category my old blog never had, something about Love and all of its fabulousness. Usually I fight the urge to write anything about love because I don't enjoy writing things in which I have no fucking clue. However, I figured this might be the right place and the right time to do it. So here it goes...

A Chapter Closes

As another chapter of my life is slowly coming to a close, I reflected on all the good things that came to pass. As I looked back, I realized most of those experiences has been good and that I'm lucky. Friends and laughter, what more can a girl ask for?

... two weeks and counting. Already I miss everyone.

A Hasty Exit

I'm sitting here in an obscure net shop wearing the rattiest set of garb known to man. Since I'm too sick to report to work today, I was stuck at home broiling in our heated room which bored me shitless so I dragged my ass out here, bought some drugs and felt a little contemplative. I'm high on paracetamol, by the way.

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Catching Up

I had a surprising weekend. Surprising because I thought I had the whole day all planned out. My sole gameplan was to just drag my ass to the salon to get a trim, surf the net then sleep the day away. Next thing you know, I got my old college galpal, Dewey, asking me if I want to join her for some Go-karting action. Of course, being the lazy fuck that I am, I said Hell fucken no.

At the same time, tattooed-guy, who's got more issues than the Rolling Stones magazine and the Rolling Stones band put together, texted me and asked me if I'm free for coffee. As much as I want to "chat" with him over coffee and play the 27/7 on-call amateur shrink (not!), I politely declined. These days, I'd rather be skinned alive, then dousing myself with gasoline, set myself on fire while jumping off to a cliff and be greeted by the sea of Calamansi juice below, that see him. I'm so over the dramz.

The ex-best friend also texted me and asked me if I'm in the mood to hang-out with her. I chose not to respond. Seems like everyone wants to "catch up" these days.

Instead, I suggested to Dewey that we do something a little less strenuous, catch up over lunch and coffee, perhaps? Good-natured girl that she is, she said yes.

Two hours later, we're reminiscing about our dreary college lives and the events that came in-between. Back in the day, Dewey was one of the prettiest girls on the campus while I, on the other hand, was known as the anti-social bitch from Geekville. Naturally, she was surprised to find out I wasn't the insecure spectacled-fatass she used to know and got greeted by an embittered bony-assed twit instead. She seemed genuinely happy for me though.

It's funny now that as we caught up with each other's shit, I realized we have so much in common. More than I'd like to admit. See, for some weird reason, I disliked hanging-out with her even in college. And fast-forward 4 years later, I'm still a little hesitant to do so. Don't get me wrong, she is really, really nice, to a fault. I just can't stand her Pollyanna ways, even by my standards, it's suffocating. It's like I have to verbalize everything to her and explain the most inane things. Mind you, I don't mean that I can't stand her, in fact, I like her and I did have a nice time hanging-out with her. All I'm saying is she's great, in small doses.

Also, I do have a dim memory of her back in college when she invited me for an overnight stay at her dorm. I thought what she meant was we're gonna have a fun slumber party. Instead she made me join her do her project for the next day and was left making hideous cut-outs of shit at two in the fucking morning. I found it rude but hey, it's her casa. Needless to say, I got a little wary of her and I politely declined the "slumber party" offers that came afterwards.

By the end of the night, I accompanied her on a tattoo shop to get herself henna-ed. While the Henna Guy was quietly working on her design and I sat down in the cramped room, idly browsing through a magazine, she blurted out that I have, in fact, just got inked, to the Henna Guy. Upon learning this, the Henna Guy, understandably, wants to see my tat. Next thing you know, I got a total stranger pawing at my tiger... wait, that came out wrong. Umm... against my will but confined to my strategically-masked politeness, I showed my bare back to this guy. Deep inside I wanna strangle Dewey.

He was impressed, of course, because not many girls would choose a rather masculine design such as the one I got.

After our little meeting, she kept making plans. Plans that require 7 hour-long drive away from the city. Plans that would require vacation leaves and good money. Plans that includes target-shooting, go-karts and trekking. I tried explaining that as much as I want to be spontaneous, I couldn't just go and do things on the fly. I didn't bother telling her that I'm not interested shooting things and breaking things or that talking to her for more than half a day might put me in a coma. God, I'm so mean.

She was a little disappointed but still hopeful. Man, I don't remember her to be the adventrous type but then again, it's been 2 years the last time I saw her.

Rude Awakening

Not everything should have any reason, they just happen either we allowed it to happen or in my case, we just wanted to throw all caution to the wind in hopes to live a little.

This is the subject of my reflection, soul-searching, if you will, last Good Friday. The timing was perfect too, as I caught a long break from the daily grind. I guess in some ways, there were a lot of stark

I've come to realize I'm so much different now than I was a few months ago and I'm trying to make sense at this. Suddenly my temper got more volatile than usual, lashing out at my friends, isloating myself from people I know and love, cutting people off from my circle and suddely found myself doing crazy stunts just for the heck of it (of which the first paragraph's theme was borne)

Could it be that I'm having a severe case of what my friends calls a "Quarter life Crisis?" Hmmm... probably but highly unlikely. The most reasonable conclusion I could come up with is that, during the times I took a step back to mull over my issues, I found some of the source of my irritation.

1) I'm surrounded by people I don't even like!

I found myself associating with people who never contributed shit on my life. People who had no qualms to take advantage of our so-called "friendship". I wondered how the hell did I even allow these toxic people in my life to begin with, I got no clue.

So the first solution to my problem is to cut off this people from my list of friends, or at the very least, limit my interactions with them. It's a very hard thing to do since the first person I'm gonna cut off is none other than my best friend of seven years. Recent events I'd rather not divulge made me realize that she wasn't as good as a friend as I thought she was. It's sad, really.

2) The desicion to move out from my lovable BlogSpot account (The Mundane Side of The Road)

Another hard decision for me to make was to stop posting at my BlogSpot account. I tremendously enjoyed posting my shit in there and leaving it tears me apart. I was never the one to give a serious thought on buying my own domain because, I could always get it for free, until now (my friends always suggested I make The BlindRage a dot com site but I always find plenty of reasons to go against that)

What hastened my decision was the fact that I couldn't write things that matters to me the most anymore. However, I'll be the first to admit that the fault is mine. I molded Mundane Side of The Road as the humor blog that it is now and I guess when I'm this depressed, I want to vent -out my frustrations but I can't do it because of the fact that most of my readers are the gossipy lot. I'll be damned if I reveal too much of myself to this kind of crowd that's why I felt Mundane Side has run its due course.

I admit that I still care what other people think of me. A fact we all share but most of you are too afraid to admit. Maybe it's out of vanity or maybe because of my own constant quest for self-improvement but yes, I do care no matter how often I say I don't. I'm a walking contradiction but at least I have the balls to say it.

So yes, I've closed down my old joint in hopes to open a much better, hellalot coherent and hopefully a more honest spot right here.

3) I hunger for change yet is deathly afraid of it.

I've always remarked how 2008 kept kicking my ass and there are a lot of things that changed. Admittedly, I hate changes and I somehow convinced myself that my life would be a better place to live in without all these new going-ons but at the same time, I'm kinda learning to roll in with the punches. However, lemme just state that growing old is a bitch. It is and we all know it.

4) Err... the lump in my lady lump.

The prevalent thing that concerns me the most is the tiny lump on my left boob. I've been telling people that it's probably nothing but I have never been this scared in my life before simply because The Big C is always a possibility. I took the liberty of having it checked and the doctor told me I have nothing to worry about, I'm relieved, course but I'm still determined to make a few lifestyle changes, you know, just in case.

Leaving a Mark

A day before April Fool's Day, I headed to the UP area, accompanied by friends, to get a tattoo. A few days before that, I have friends and family alike, talking me out of it and I must admit that I came close on wussing out... again, which made me glad I was able to summon up the courage to take the inky plunge.

Stone sober, mind you. Personally, the process of getting a tattoo is a very, very painful ordeal and probably not for the faint of heart. Most especially if you chose to not drink a drop of alcohol to dull the pain. It was so bad I was actually trembling... and sweaty. But I did it and I'm glad that now, I have something that sets me apart from the rest of my fellow human beings.

When everything was over and done with, I have friends asking me what's the motivation behind doing what I did or what's the meaning behind the tattoo design I chose to which I would impishly albeit, truthfully quip a simple "Nothing."

Why must there always be a reason behind everything we do? Is it really strange to do things because it makes us happy, no matter what the consequences may be? This is one reason I have yet to learn but I'm getting there, believe me.

For the record, the design has little relevance to the real reason why I got a tattoo. Rather, theimportant thing for me was, the act of getting one. In case you missed it, I did a lot of thinking during the Holy Week and realized that, life, is indeed too short to worry about trivialities.

I needed changes in my life and I needed to remember the day of the rude awakening. A little reminder to live a little.

And so, as they say, the rest is history.

Just Wondering

You know how it is when you think you found yourself the close-to-perfect partner then out of the blue, you meet that one special person who's mere presence takes your breath away?

That by the end of the day, you know you'd find yourself wishing things could've been a little different?

Lamenting that you should've waited a while longer had you known she'd come along. That you don't have to settle for anything less. Find that this is what you've been waiting for, to be with this extraordinary person. You wonder why it took her this long to come along.

You are paying the sins of your youth. She's too good for you and you know it. She wouldn't even look at you and not feel the monsters in your mind. Your demons that you tried to fight.

Wouldn't it be just your luck if she could just take you in her arms, never let go and love you for all you are?

In the end you'll realized that no matter what you do, you know you don't deserve her and she'll never have you.

That's when you slapped yourself awake and thought "Somethings, no matter how perfectly they fit, are just not meant to be"

Crossing The Great Divide

I should've posted this last week but I wasn't able to, sue me :D Anyhoots, after much deliberation, (around two to three minutes, to be exact) I've decided that it's high time for this blogsite to finally cross The Great Divide. From humble beginning comes a humble ending, 8 Months and 134 posts later. Kids, this is my farewell post!

Props to all the guys, gals and gays who kept this joint interesting and who were awesome enough to have kept visiting little ol' me on a regular basis, I thoroughly enjoyed my virtual interactions with you crazy lot! Now, go hound someone else and make me proud!

In Tagalog: Mga hombre, gerlaloo at vaklaaaah, isasara na ang tindahan! Go make gora na mga lolo't lola, sayang ang miles!

I have found my calling and would like to concentrate on things that matters to me the most like picking my nose and perfecting my Nguso Pose :D Gosh, I'll miss you all!

Thank you and good-bye, bitches!

R.E.M's Robert Stipe Makes an Announcement

Might be a little late to post this incredibly hilarious announcement by R.E.M's lead vocalist, Michael Stipe but what the hell, yeah? This video pokes fun at the media's unnecessary frenzy over Stipe coming out of the rainbow-colored pixie closet, and retaliated by making a tongue-in-cheek video announcing his bandmates' sexual orientation as well.

Life is like a rock, It's hard

Benny: Hay hayaan mo na... Life is hard.
Tina: Oo. Hard like your dick, paaare.
Benny: Oo, too much, too owften.

*******

Tina: Haaaay... I'm glad I actually did it! Ili-libre kita ng snow bear!
Tina: Tatlong snow bear, paaare!
Benny: Wow. this is like, the best day ever.
Tina: I know, right?

*******

Tina: Nak nak
Benny: Who's there?
Tina: Papa Dorms
Benny: Papa Dorms Who?
Tina: Papa Dorms preach I'm trouble deep, Papa Dorms preach *gibberish* but I've made up my mind... I'm keeping mah beybeh!!!!
Benny: ....

Porn Is Everywharrr, Indeed (Shamelessly Stolen Pics)

Saw a bunch of funny pictures from a certain smut peddler named Arse in Wankerland. It's so fucking awesome I had no choice but to steal the hilarious pics and share it! You know, this is exactly the kind of sick shit that gets me through the day and this betch delivers, eyefuckenlovets! Enjoy!

See, you guys? I can be nice if I really want to. Gimme a cookie, dumb cunts.

The street right after Fuckem is...

Errr...

Wahahaha!!! Asan yung isang carinderiang...?

Hhmm... yummeh!

*CoughgbiggiesizeitCough*

Naks, anlawak ng market ah.

Update: Problem solved, if you guys want more, check out the rest of ze feeks at Arse's Multiply page

Wahahahaha!!! Happy Weekend, y'all!