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: