Still Dead as a Doornail

MJ is still dead and quite frankly I still can't get over the fact that he's gone. Hay. The media is abuzz with crazy speculations regarding his death.

Some says his body was ridden with bruises, scratches and track marks, that he was so into prescription pills he weigh only around 112 lbs. when he died and that he got several broken ribs due to the "botched-up" CPR his personal physician did to revive him (he tried reviving MJ on his bed and not on the floor, hence, the broken ribs).

Also they said that he is completely bald except for a thatch of peach fuzz.

And just now, I tuned in on FoxNews (Yeah, yeah I know but it's the only decent US-based news station we had) and TMZ reports that as it turns out, his sons and daughter are not really biologically his.

WOW.

Heavy stuff.

I know it's supposedly natural for folks to come up with colorful stories like these since it's a high-profile case but the hype is bordering on ridiculous.The guy is dead, let him rest in peace with whatever's left of his dignity.

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Kris is doing great. She now has a part-time job, organizing books! Isn't that cute? At least that lessens my anxiety over her situation in Italy.

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I got word that I'm up for the final interview with this other company I applied to. I'm not really looking forward to that because frankly, their office is a dump. Yeah I know I'm such a stuck-up snob but I tell you, it's true. That place is ancient.

It appears that it's a toss up between Lavish Channel and Homebased Work. Ghaaaaad.

Weekend Round-Up

I just watched an old Rico Yan starrer titled, Got 2 Believe. I know it might sound like I’m making up an excuse for watching an overly-cheesy film but the thing was, there‘s nothing good on TV. I almost forgot how cute Rico Yan was until I checked out this film. Claudine was at the peak of her career... that much I can tell from her ginormous rack. There were some ngilo-moments but overall, it’s a cute movie. Not something I’d pay to watch but something I’d watch if it’s for free.

I wish Rico didn’t die.

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I got several messages from this guy I used to be in-like with. I made the mistake of accidentally disabling the stealth setting of my IM, something I can’t figure out. So there. He’s been persistently trying to reach me all year long but I always ignored him. I was that pissed. I’m still pissed but at this point I don’t care as much about the issue as before. He sent out like, 8 messages in rapid succession.

Yesterday was different though. I was actually tempted to respond. I wanted to ask him if he’s okay. And maybe wring a confession out of him, herher. I must admit I miss talking to him. I mean, one of the reasons why I liked him was because he’s so smart. He also has this quirky sense of humour which is so cute. He has a way of making you feel like you’re the only person in the room and you have his undivided attention. He’s so dorky and yet he’s such a badass without meaning to be.

We could’ve conquered the world, him and I.

Despite that, I still chose to ignore him. He’s the devil.

I could block him from sending me messages but I don’t have the heart to do that. His last message read “Please respond to any of my messages if you have the time, take care”

Ay. So cute. I heard he’s leaving for the US. Oh, well.

In spite of everything, I wish him happiness. I wish he wishes the same thing for me and that God would hear his prayer for my own personal happiness loud enough that He’d finally relent and introduce me to my Prince Charming already. Because waiting for the right one to come along stinks donkey balls.

*****

Speaking of waiting, I think that’s what I’m meant to do in this life. To wait. For everything. Wait for a fucking phone call, wait for the right guy, wait for my damn steak, wait for a stupid cab ride, wait for the check. Endless fucking waiting. I’m a... wait-er.

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Michael Jackson died and quite frankly I’m in shock. You know, I’m the kind of person who rarely cares for other person’s welfare other than my own but I was genuinely saddened by MJ’s demise.

Haaay... peace to the King.

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I used to hate posting shit on forums. I hated it. I think my hate for forum posting stemmed out from my SSN days. But now, I actually enjoy talking to people on the forums. It’s kinda fun especially if they talk about things that has nothing to do with porn.

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I attended a PTA meeting for my little brother. I was late as usual but that didn’t stop me from bagging the VP post. I’m not interested with these kinds of shit but I was too shy and too flabbergasted to say anything because it was the mom of Waki’s best friend who nominated me. Hrmmm.

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I wish I’m a ninja or a Samurai master. Actually, I wish I was born Japanese, living it up in Tokyo. Being in a third-world country really sucksass.

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I’m thinking about buying a netbook, preferably an HP mini, sometime soon. If I’m gonna take that home-based gig, I need something smaller and much, much more portable lappy than this one.

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Please God, make that Aussie dude call me. Because I don’t wanna go homebased but if I have to, I will.

Still Hunting

I’m a bit tired of waiting and I fear that if I don’t score a job by next week, I might take another shot at the Porn gig that a friend of mine offered last week.  I really, really hate the idea of going back doing the same old shit (especially since its home based) when I swore I’d stay away but at this point I’m tired and poor. Mama needs a new digicam, books, shoes and a few lappy accessories. My sister, who knows fair well how greedy I am, told me to disregard the fact that I’ll get the fattest pay check ever in my career and told me to just wait it out a bit. Porn isn’t that bad, I think.

Fuck, what am I saying?!

You know the last of your resolve is about to slip away the minute you start rationalizing the worst of ‘em.

There are actually a lot of things at stake if I ever decide to take that job. One would be the end of my already-stricken social life. Doing home based work means I’m bound to stay here in this shitty town and I don’t think I’m ready to watch my life drift away. Then there’s the fact that working from home would surely aggravate my anti-social tendencies, making it difficult for me to work or socialize with other people if ever I decided to haul my ass yet again to the bright city lights. Lastly, being here for a long time will make it difficult for me to leave. Taena. Things are so complicated. But I need monies. Like NOW. I want to roll in dough and burn ‘em by buying anything I could get my grubby hands on.

I wish the guy from Lavish channel would hire me already.

I had a phone interview yesterday all the way from Sydney. The guy is looking for a copywriter and I was lucky enough to be short-listed. The job sounds quite interesting. Plus, if given the opportunity, I’ll be working for a lifestyle channel which is some sort of a dream of mine. I’m not keeping my hopes up though. If there’s one thing I learned from this experience it’s that there’s always someone better. Someone cheaper. Someone younger. Someone less prone to inexplicable outbursts.

Naturally, I’ve developed a thick skin when it comes to rejection.

But months and months of searching for that one, almost-perfect company and ending up with countless dead-ends, it’s taking longer than I expected. I know I shouldn’t be too picky but I’d be damned if I go through another Enfra-situation any time soon.

I don’t think I can wait for long. I’ll try to wait it out as long as I could. Hopefully by next week something would come up.

On a less sordid affair, in my valiant attempt to keep fatness at bay, I decided to cut my rice intake completely off. It was... painful. A really hard decision to make. But I got inspired with Pakwan’s story and dicided that this potbelly has got to do. No rice. Again. Naturally.

I’ve also developed an ab exercise that is pure torture. Well actually, it ain’t really something I personally came up with, heheh but Pakwan gave me a few pointers. Obviously he’s on to me. So far there’s little result but then again, it’s only been a week. I think if I keep this up until December (which is impossible), coupled with my limited carb intake, I just might be beach-ready by February, muahahahah! The life of a vain person is such a sorrowful one.

I’m watching CSI: Miami again. Man, the CSI head honcho is still driving me bonkers. He has these chosen moments where he says one retarded one-liner, a spilt-second show of quiet intensity on-screen and then walks out of the scene like it’s nobody’s business. Dude, you’re solving a murder, stop acting like prissy bitch. It’s a wonder how Hugh Laurie manages to do the exact same thing without looking like a total douchebag. And that’s something since Dr. House is the perfect example of all-encompassing apathetic assholeness.

Degraded

Interviewer: Don't you feel a bit degraded because you're a woman and you're working for the porn industry?

Tina: Well, no because first, I'm not the one on the video. There's no reason for me to be ashamed of what I do. Second, we're all professionals regardless of sex. And third, it's just work.

What I Really Want to Say:

Interviewer: Don't you feel a bit degraded because you're a woman and you're working for the porn industry?

Tina: Unless I'm stuck in the Dark Ages just like you then yes.

Phone Calls

Had a little get-together with writer friends. It wasn't totally mind-blowingly awesome but it was good seeing everyone. Well, almost everyone. Two left early, another two were not able to make it and of course, there were two lovely girls who were hopelessly late. The bill was also huge.

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I hate waiting for phone calls, which is a pity since it's becoming more and more obvious to me that in the mean time, that's exactly what I'm stuck doing. Waiting for a damn call.

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Joe Christ died yesterday in his sleep. We weren't close but there were several times during my Iweb days where we would talk about life, Womack and stuff between short cig drags. Tin told me she wasn't sorry that he died. Turns out they had a falling out months ago. Although I was, according to Tin, one of the subject of his infamous perv ranting, I was still sorry he's dead. This world is too damn beautiful not to live on it.

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I got another phone call. It was a phone call telling me that I will be receiving another phone call this afternoon. Good God.

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I learned to live with the fact that I'll always be forever loud and obnoxious.

Round-up

I'm zo bored. I wanna go home but I can't because there's this get-together thing this Saturday and they'll hate me forever if I bail out. It's not that I don't wanna go, it's just that I'm too tamad to go. I feel like I'm this fat, lazy cat that does nothing all day except chew on a yarn ball or scratch its butt raw.

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Yesterday I met up with Pakwan who looked especially buff. Dude's been working out, I see. Every gay man that came our way was staring at his pecs, hahahaha! I call him Totoy Bato now instead of Pakwan.

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I started starving myself dieting again. I stayed away from Mang Inasal, Secret Recipe and Holy Cow. But Totoy Bato and I went to Amici and ate like a couple of starved out sailors. Mission failed. Will try again today.

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Got a call from Ermy. He's finalizing my application. I was told to wait until next week for one of his Yankee bosses to talk to me over the phone. Here's to hoping I hope I won't get too nervous and tongue-tied.

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This client that wanted to hire me sent me an email yesterday for a job offer. I think there's something wrong with the way I responded. I didn't mean anything by it, but I was way too honest. Tsk. Hopefully he wasn't too keen on that boo-boo.

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I'm running out of moolah but that didn't stop me from buying three books. I bought Dracula, Little Women and 20, 000 Leagues under the Sea. Yep, another batch of classics. This reminded me of the time I went book-shopping crazy for Jane Austen, herher. Currently, I'm in the middle of finishing Dracula. I was pretty excited about reading the book, herherher. It's so good. I can see why this story spun a thousand spin-offs. I actually read Little Women back in College and again a couple of years ago but I wanna re-read it again. I just love Laurie... sigh.

The (JOB) Hunter

The past couple of weeks were spent doing endless interviews and writing exams and I'm sooo tired of it. One company even made me wait for almost three fucking hours just for an interview. Seriously.

I don't wanna sound like I'm a drama queen but making people wait for more than a couple of hours when clearly they have an appointment set on that particular time is just plain unprofessional and rude. What made matters worse was the bitchy receptionist. She knew I got there in time and was made to wait fo hours without complain and when I finally asked her if she can follow up my interview, she gave a curt "the meeting's over, they'll be be here shortly, there's nothing I can do about it" on the same breath. The last thing I needed to hear is a snarky remark from an airhead receptionist pretending on doing something important (yes, it's pretty obvious she wasn't doing anything worthwhile and I'm not just saying this because I'm pissed). It's like I asked her the most ridiculous question on Earth. I wanted to snap back but I couldn't. I'm just an applicant, after all.

So I just gnashed my teeth in anger silently, waited patiently and still went ahead with the interview but I don't think I'll ever come back. I lost my enthusiasm.

A couple of friends sent word that their client is looking for a home-based writer and they had me in mind (bless their souls). I got the client's approval yesterday and they wanna hire me right away. The money is good, actually. Better paying than all of the past companies I worked for including that stupid shithole.

The downside is it's porn. I know, that's where the money is but I'm a bit wary about going back to my roots. I told my sister about it and she confirmed what I've known for quite awhile, that Porn, though it's the easiest way to earn bucks, might not be a good way for one to improve his/her craft. Maybe if I get desperate enough, I might take the job but for now, I still have loads of options.

Luckily, an old friend of mine called me up the other day and he was looking for an SEO writer. He's one of the recruitment suit from a certain company and he told me he'd move heaven and Earth for the client to hire me. Yay. So there, got a couple of leads and if nothing comes up, I might seriously consider doing homebased gigs.

Doing the Hussle

Yesterday was interesting. I hussled out of the house pretty early because I had a thing going on that morning. After that was done, I went back to Ortigas to attend another interview. That one was a bit lackluster. Not because I was the problem but the interviewer was a bit amusing... in a not-s great way.

You know the part of the interview where they ask about your expected salary? I find that question entertaining because I always wait for their reaction. Usually you can gauge the standing of the company just by a certain "look" interviewers give away when you blurt out your expected fee.

So this one gave me that "Yo-You-Must-Be-Pulling-My-Leg" kind of look. Granted, I knew from the state of their office that they don't really pay much but still, seeing her face scrunch up like a sharpay when I answered that question was absolutely priceless.

Also, I found out from a writer friend that we applied on the same company. The funny part was there were shitload of applicants vying for the same position. The funnier part? I just found out they only need one person for the job. SHIT. It's a long shot. It'll take a fucking miracle to even get short-listed. Gaaaaaaaaaah. Oh, well.

I then went to Mega for a nice steak lunch at Holy Cow. My sister warned me that there were text messages going around saying somebody contracted the swine flu from Mega but I think it's jus a smear campaign. Like the bomb threat thing two years ago. Besides, nothing can come in-between me and my awesome Holy Cow steak and Red Mango yogurt combo. NOTHING!

The steak was great but not truly mind-blowing. I ordered the Wellington steak just to see if it fares  better than their blade steak which I had the week before. For doneness, I asked for medium rare but the hot plate cooked the damn steak to well-done. It's a bit of a drag but the beef was still tender despite being thoroughly cooked. There were bits of fat stuck on the Wellington which I love but these days, I need to stop loading on the lard.

The blade steak was much, much leaner which makes it guilt-free. It had the right amount of pinkness and was very juicy. Bottom line, order up the blade steak :D it's fantabulous! The staff noticed I've been eating there more and more so they asked if they could list me down as one of their frequent customers. It's too bad I didn't get any discount out of that but here's to hoping :)

By the way, I swear there's something about the frozen yogurt at RM that's definitely addictive. I got hooked on this shit and even went as far as telling my friends that they go and haul their ass to that place. Usually I kept ordering up yogurt with at least three toppings on it but I later found out that it's best eaten on its own. Creamy, delicate with just a hint of tartness... so fricken yummeh. I try to go to RM as often as I could and it's making me fat, huhuhuhu.

Of Cats, Crazy Weather and Creepyass CSI Dude

My sister wants a cat. I told her I'm having none of that and she got a bit pissed. I dislike cats not because I discriminate, I dislike 'em because I'm hopelessly allergic to cats. Ugh, just the thought of being around one makes my kuyukot shiver.

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I went for the whole nine yards and watched the three CSIs in one night, NY, Miami and the original series. The format of each show stays true to the original right down to the brooding head honcho. If I'm asked to which CSI Head Honcho I don't get the most it'll have to be CSI: Miami's Lieutenant Day Shift Supervisor Horatio Caine, played by David Caruso. What the hell is up with this guy? He's got this this creepy not-quite-raspy voice and the way he lingers around like a fucking vampire on every dark corner of the CSI office is seriously unsettling. Coupled with his lame one-liners (Where's my CSI? If I find out you had something to do with this, this will be your last week alive), his character is bordering on douchetard (douche retard). To top it all off, he is a wanted man in Brazil for killing a couple of men. WTFH? It's too over the top, I think.

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The weather is still C-C-c-crazy! One minute it's all bright and sunny, the next, it's like a clusterfuck o' shit comes rushing down from the sky. I'm still frustrated that my crush won't give me the time of the day. Why does he have to be this hot?! Why? Why? WHY?!

Intarnet Surfin'

Just discovered an awesome website! Yey, another site to check out :) I've laways been a sucker for funnyass blogs so yeah, awesome!

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I heard a brilliant joke from Conan last night:

In the year 3000, Facebook, YouTube, and Twitter announced that they will merged to form one giant time-wasting website called: You Twit Face.com!

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I just read that David Carradine died. He was best known as the grand son of the character from the original Kung Fu: The Saga Continues series back in the 90's as well as a role in Kill Bill. Some speculates that he offed himself while others said he was engaged in some kinky sexual act that has gone haywire. So sad.

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I've been pigging out lately and my gut is so huge. Like, 28-inch huge. It's disgusting, I know. I must whip myself back to my old shape, huhuhu. Also I realized that I need to get rid of some useless categories on this blog. Ugh... but that would be so time-consuming and I'm so lesi to do anything at this point.

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Why am I doing the whole "***" thing? Well, to make up for the lack of pictures, I decided that this look is less boring. Harhar.

Tidbits

To you and that person who canceled my ATM card: Y'all can go and fuck yourselves. I'm hoping Satan would shove that money way up your asses, you'd be spewing coins from your schoztrils for all eternity. Don't let me hear from you, man.

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So yesterday was okay. The exam took a lot longer than I expected plus, it was raining cats and dogs. The shoes that my sister gave me made my feet ache. Like, it was on fucking fire. I almost got lost but I found my way fairly quickly. The long lines and the waiting were still ever present. But it was still A-okay. I love Makati, even though it's farther than Ortigas. The city was absolutely pulsating with energy. Everything was so fast-paced, you hafta run to keep up. I love it!

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Just saw the first and second episode of The Tonight Show with Conan O'Brien. Everything was awesome, from the set down t the jokes. I only have one gripe though, what the hell is up with Eddie Vedder's 'do? Where did all the post-grunge hotness go? He looked like a cross between a biker (one that is not aging gracefully) and a toadstool with a bad afro. The performance was good but not mind-blowing. And don't get me started on his outfit. Whatever, I still love Pearl Jam!  It's still great that Conan decided to kick-start the first Tonight episode with a decent band :)

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Jimmy Fallon still stinks at hosting. What is up with him? Hopefully he gets the hang of it soon before the ratings dips any lower. Also, his jokes were so... not good. Some might say it's all about the delivery but... I dunno.

Things are looking up

I'm back here in the metro, unfortunately. It was a nightmare going back, as usual. The traffic, the dreary weather, the crowd and the long lines. Ugh. It's official, the rainy season is upon us. Usually, I love the rain. Last night however, I forgot to bring an umbrella. The thing was, I arrived just as rush hour came rolling in and I had to wait in line for a ride. I waited for 20-30 minutes before I scored a ride and I was just about drenched. I was like a lost muning, wet, hungry and waiting.

But things are looking up, woot! Today is light  years different from last night. I'm all primped up and have a semi-long day ahead of me. I can't get Red Mango out of my mind. I must have another one of their delish creations, herher.

My sister bought me this ridiculously expensive lipstick from Kanebo. Almost two grand for a tiny tube of lipstick, it's too fucking overpriced! To go with it, she loaned me this pair of cheapass patent shoes. It's tan, a color which I hate. But I have to admit it looks good on me.

So there, just about done with my part-time gig and I shall head to Makati. Awesomness awaits!