Random Rants

Dirty Laundry

The cleaning lady better get here pronto. I wouldn't be surprised if my Smoky Mountain of clothes grows limbs and run away any moment now.






































Burberry

Oh. My. God. I fucking love the these looks from the latest Burberry Prorsum men's line. If you really have a heart, please send your donations my way so we can both go to heaven.





































































The silhouette. The color palette. The textures. My God. I soooo love. Ugh. I can't stand it. It's fucking outstanding. This is the kind of garb I wanna be wearing on my dying day.

Photos courtesy of Bryanboy.com

> PLAY

Songs that are currently on my playlist:

Speakerphone by Kyllie Minogue - I like it because of it's futuristic appeal. It's not exactly danceable but it gives me some sort of adrenaline rush.
Amazing by Seal - I'm not really familiar with this guy's music except for that song he recorded for the soundtrack of one of the Batman movies. Nonetheless, I may have to watch out for him more because this song speaks for itself.
Piece of Me, Break the Ice, and Kiss You All Over by Britney Spears - Admit it, she's your guilty pleasure too. This poor thing's album may not be as bad at all. I mean, at least it doesn't suck that much.
Buzzin' by Shwayze - It's fresh, it's urban, it's good.
Let Me Think About It by Fedde Le Grand with Ida Corr - Hello?! It's my current Friendsdter theme song. It's not exactly new but it's a well-loved club anthem and I can tell why.
Feedback by Janet Jackson - This is the shiz! I fucking love this song. I totally wanna dance to this track in a club or even on the stage because it's so damn hot, it got me cursing. And yes, Janet's back with a new album.
Sound of Freedom by Bob Sinclaire - Yes, Love Generation isn't the only great song from Bob. This feel good song brings in the good vibes. I'm not sure if it's new but I love it anyway.
Superstar by Lupe Fiasco - It's very smooth and unique. Satisfies your RnB craving.
Bed by J-Holiday - Same thing, smooth, soothing RnB with a modern flair.
Pocket Full of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingfeild - This woman has her own thing going on and I love her for that. The song is simply uplifting and quite, I dunno, bittersweet I guess.
Bittersweet by Kanye West - Speaking of bittersweet, this track off Kanye's latest super hit album, Graduation, is a nice theme about love's complications.

Other songs you should download/buy:
Umbrella (Acoustic Version) by Rihanna
Love is Free by Sheryl Crow
New Soul by Yael Naim
Shaky It To The Ground - Rye Rye
Outwork feat. Mr. Gee
Hold It, Don't Drop It by Jennifer Lopez

That's all for now. Somebody needs to take bath and get a haircut soon. Ugh.

Buh-bye.

No to Boredom

I should never be bored. If other people drunk-dial or drunk-text, I have a bad case of bored-dial or bored-text. It’s like when I have nothing good to sink my teeth on, the next thing I do is grab my 3 year-old phone and call/text these particular “contacts” of mine. I would either ask them if we can chat on the phone or even meet up. And since these instances often occur between 12 – 3 AM, I end up wasting my time contacting these worthless twats to no avail.

I know, I know, it’s my problem which is why I have to stop giving in to this urge. But how do I stop acting like a needy kid with ADHD during these ungodly hours? Well, I guess my insomnia is another thing to blame but I’m saving that topic for another entry. I think it’s mainly because of my constant need to communicate. I always like to talk. And since my good ol’ friends are not exactly available at all times, I resort to these strangers whose last names I do not even know. Thank goodness I haven’t encountered psychos yet. Oh wait. I have. But it was just a bunch of threats over the phone from this creep. Ugh. That asshole.

Anyway, it sucks having these degrading bouts with boredom each time I’m alone in my room having no better thing to do but surf the net and look for those unsaved / unfamiliar numbers in my inbox and call logs then bother other people with my messages and/or calls.

Now, if only I have someone I can consistently talk to every night. *wink*

Hahahahahah... I kid.

But yeah, I need/want a love life.

Oh No

Ohmigod. Here it is again. I feel a panic attack coming on. Gawd.

I've been up for the last 16 hours, I just got from the PLDT office to once again complain about their crappy, crappy billing service and I just got this email, and I am just so fucking worried right now about my funds and the stuff that I have to attend to and I just don't know where to fucking start.

I've been quite perky and positive this past couple of days but I feel the dark clouds are now rapidly engulfing my internal sunshine. I'm fucked.

Suck. It. In. Bitch.

I’m sitting in the office right now and I can’t help but contemplate on how fat I’ve become in a span of one month. It’s crazy. Seriously, somebody needs to hit the gym and lay off the extra fucking rice. Right. Well, actually I did go to the gym last night and sweat out a little but I had Mom’s spicy crabs with rice after that so yeah, you get the picture.

Anyway, I really want to stop gaining weight now and convert the fat to muscles or at least just lost maybe 3 pounds? God forbid I go back to my fat kid phase; the inflated cheeks, the humungous waistline and the flabs, oh the horror! Don’t get me wrong though, I have nothing against fat or as Bryanboy puts it, “festively plump” people. In fact, I love them. They’re great and I have a lot of these voluptuous friends. They’re all fun and funny and confident. I, on the other hand don’t think I can handle the “weight” of that. I’m just so used to my thin, manorexic self. Besides, I’m in no condition to update my wardrobe with sizes in Large or even Medium. I’ve always been in the S or even XS category you know.

Slipping into my skinny jeans and semi-fit shirts is quite frustrating nowadays. It’s either my gut is spilling out or the site of bulges everywhere is just so hideous I end up changing into something more flattering. Ugh. It’s fucking hard having to look at the mirror dismayed with the site of yourself muffin-topping out of your pants.

I know there’s no point whining about it since that doesn’t shed off the lbs anyway, especially if you eat like a construction worker out for lunch during each meal. But I just need to vent because it’s been bothering me for weeks now.

A lot of people actually say I’m in good shape and that I should keep it this way but I disagree. Sure, I wanted to gain a little wait but not this much! AND I didn’t want any of that going to my tummy.

I want to have “hit the gym at least 3 times a week” as my new year’s resolution but we all know these resolutions go to the crapper eventually. I’m not really a diet person either so that’s definitely not an option. I eat practically everything edible; the more the chocolate the better, the more the oil the best. Hahahahah…. Yeah, I’m pretty reckless with what I shove down my esophagus.

Oh well, there’s always the Tyra sensibility to make me feel better about myself. I’m fat, SO WHAT?! Say it with me now “Inner beauty, love, family, friendship… Inner beauty… Inner beauty…”

Oh please, who am I kidding.

Ho-ho-ho!

Finally made it home. I'm vacation, yay! Well, actually it's kind of an illegal getaway since I'm calling in sick at work for five straight days but whatev. Ugh.

0kay, before anything else, let me just say that I am stuffed. I swear, stuffed like a goose being force fed to make fois gras. I have been eating like a construction worker out on lunch lately.
I just had Noche Buena with my sister and parents. It's nothing fancy, quite simple actually. Basically, we had spaghetti, 2 kinds of cake (chocolate and choco mocha crunch), brownies flooded with chocolate frosting, grapes and white and red wine. We'll have the ham tomorrow.

We all had a good laugh when Mom got a little tipsy. Me and the parentals downed an entire bottle of White Zinfandel and another red. It's all good, laughing, eating and drinking and stuff. Gotta love the holidays.

No wonder I've been getting FAT lately! And everybody is noticing it. Well, I can't deny it. I'm guilty. Anyone can tell just by looking at my extra-rice lovehandles. Ugh. I fucking hate it. I'm spilling out of my skinny jeans. Somebody needs to get his fat ass back to the friggin' gym.

Anyway, we'll have our second garage sale this Wednesday and I'm spearheading the affair. Last year was great and I'm hoping this year would be better considering my brother and his wife actually sent 95% of the stuff straight from the States. I priced out some of the items today and honestly, there's a lot of great buys there.

I'm still enjoying my vacation. Gawd. It's good to be home. Merry Christmas!

At Least It's Not Drugs

I'm guilty.

I have a sickness, a disorder, a very expensive weakness. Something that has and may put me in more trouble.

I went to the mall today planning to spend around P1,000 for gifts and I ended up spending almost P4,000. Do you still consider that "around" P1,000? I don't. And by the way, the primary purpose was to buy gifts for other people but I spent 30% of the budget on a pair of shoes for me which was completely not in my mental shopping list.

When I was a lot younger, my Aunt, who could alledgedly do palm reading, took a look at the lines of my palms and told me that I will have a lot of money one day but the clincher is since I spend too much, all the money will all go to my fancies in a snap. I now kind of believe her.

I just received my 13th month pay less than a week ago and it's now wiped out. In fact, I spent more than the worth of just my 13th month pay. Waaaaay more.

I am currently trying to brain-wash myelf to think that it's all worth it and that it's all good since I was able to buy gifts for family and friends and for myself.

Gawd.

I'm frivolous. I'm a shopping outlaw. I'm consumerism personified. I feel guilty but... it's so... so... good.

Random Rants

Okay, once again, I've been too caught up with a lot of stuff lately I didn't get enought time to document every detail here.

Inside WOW Cafe at the Ninoy Aquino International Airport - I swear I'm not emo.

But anyway, let's review the past weeks shall we?

First, our pet fish died. He's an arwana (is that how you spell it?) fish and he's over 5 years old so I guess if he didn't die because he hasn't been eating, he died of old age. Or maybe both? I dunno. The damn fish has been pulling a Nicole Richie for 2 months. For now, he's out of the aquarium and into freezer until we figure out what to do. You can't really flush a 2-foot fish down the toilet can you?

I am soooooo ecstatic about going home. Thanks to my great brother, I now have roundtrip tickets for a 9-day trip back to my hometown, Roxas City and an overnight stop-over in Iloilo City where I studied college. I am so loving it. I hope nothing fucks this up no and I hope I'm not jinxing it because I desperately need a break. Ugh.

I have a new housemate. Well, actually, housemates. But I don't want to talk about that. Whatev.

Ohmigod, can you believe it's already December? Santa's breath is in the air y'all. And I haven't done my christmas shopping yet. Jeez, I better get my hands on that thirteenth month pay at work so I can get into the christmas shopping frenzy pronto! Gawd, listen to me. Poverty sucks.

I'm still considering quitting work but not until next year (I think). I need to find a great new job first that will let me spoil myself and give me free shit all the time. Summit Publications are you reading this?

I've been up for 18 hours and I look like a hot mess. It's time for another facial. Gawd, I hate my skin. And oh, by the way, I think I gained wait slash got fat. My gut is disgusting. You see, I've been staying at my Aunt's place lately and I guess they've been taking care of me really well.

'Til next time.

Plumbing 101

OMG I'm a plumber! One of these crazy days, don't be surprised if you see my number written on scrap plywood nailed on a post or hung on a wall.

Time to say bye-bye!

Okay, everything started over a week ago when the faucet in the bathroom started to leak. If I were home and something like that happens, I'd simply tell Papa about it and he would have it fixed that same day, or I wouldn't even have to tell him about it at all, he's quite meticulous about those things.

But I'm not really at home am I? So, not knowing how to get it fixed, I called this building's admin. Apparently, the association fee doesn't cover plumbing services unless it's in common areas. Whatever.

One of the security guards gave me this guy's number and I called him up immediately. I expected to shell out about P200-350 for a simple plumbing service. But no, this guy basically said that since he does a lot of plumbing for residents of the building, he'll charge P600 "only". I was like, "Are you fucking kidding me? Since when did plumbers get as expensive as doctors? Jeezes, that's like a good scarf and some socks or a nice shirt or a pair sunnies." But of course I didn't really say that out loud. Anyway, I told him I'll just call him again once I've decided. He actually got quite disappointed saying he came all the way from Sampaloc (I'm in Malate), which, to be honest, I don't know where is. So I just gave him P40 for gas since he drives a motorcycle and he scrammed.

New Faucet (at the left): "Move over old bitch."

When I told my parents about this, they were quite appaulled as well and my dad told me to just try fixing it myself.

"Well hello there!"

Stuff under the lavatory

All done in 5 minutes!

And that's exactly what I did this morning. That plumber guy told me the faucet itself is broken so it needs to be replaced. So I had my water supply turned off last night and took out the broken faucet. This morning after work, busted faucet in tow used as a sample, I went to the hardware store and bought a new one. It cost me P400. I'm not sure if it's too much but it's definitely better than paying an additional P600 just to have someone twist and turn some stuff under the lavatory. So yeah, to cut it short, I did it and it's working perfectly now.

Voila!

What do you think?!!! Gawd, I'm so proud! Ma, Pa, are you reading this?!

The L Word (No I'm Not Talking About Carpet Munchers)

Okay, how hard is it to get some real lovin' around here? I mean, seriously, I think I've been very patient all this time. But still, nothing, zero, nada. The sex is not coming very easy either. I'm not sure if it's me who doesn't have the time or who has hang-ups I'm not certain. One thing's for sure though, sex is so much easier to get than romance. Talk about stating the obvious. I've had a couple of humpin' over the year and pretty much zero romantic relationship. But I think I'm through with that. Sex is fantastic but as much as possible, I'd like something more than just a libido-based experience.

What's worse is that I'm wanting the damn relationship thing so badly. Two years ago I would be barfing at the sight of anything mushy and romantic and shit, but now, I can't help but long for that tingly sensation that used to creep me out. What is wrong with me?!

It's like drugs isn't it? It's addictive and it brings out a totally different side of you. Jezez, I think I want my cycism back now.

Positive Thinking

Wow. It's November.

Let's see, what updates do I have to tell? Well, as usual, I've been homesick, thinking of when and how I'm going to quit my job, how I'm going to sustain my relatively excessive spending/lifestyle with the budget that I have and I've been just genereally depressed in the past weeks. What can I say, life is perfect. I am on top of the world bathing in glorious bliss.

Ok, fuck it. I should be thankful with what I have. RIGHT????? I mean, really I can honestly say that I'm blessed with a lot of great things that other people can only dream of. But I really should work on being more positive. Although, perky positive people with sunshine-y attitude often make me want to vomit my own esophagus, I must admit that I'm a little jealous. I can only wish I can always look on the bright side at all times.

This morning, just as I was starting to condition myself to be more optimistic and cheery, I checkedd my my mailbox. I got a letter from a good friend along with the phone bill. I swear to god I want to sue PLDT right now.

I applied for DSL which came with a year of free NDD calls. I already confirmed this with an agent over the phone. He told me that my free NDD service has been noted/activated in the system already. But my phone bill reveals another story. And this is the second consecutive time that this has happened by the way. Jeez...

Let's see. How does Mr. Sunshine react about that? Oh I'm sure the lovely folks at PLDT just overlooked that teeny weeny detail of my subscription. Oh yeah, I'm sure they did after I already paid a visit to their middle-of-nowhere office to raise this issue and spoke and confirmed this particular "perk" over the phone twice. I guess I'm just overreacting then and I'm fairly certain everything is going to be perfectly fine soon and they may even throw in some great compensation for this simple misunderstanding. I mean, it's not really important that the amount reflected on the bill is obscene and I'm not getting my money's worth. Oh, what do I know right? I guess it'll be really fun to go back to that very interesting office of theirs at the corner of boring and ghastly while I enhale Manila's infamous lung-loving air. No hassle at all. Oh, the thought of it just makes me giddy with unmistakable excitement.

See, this 'positive thinking' thing is really working. I'm surely getting the hang of it.

:) :) :) :) :)

Anyway, speaking of looking at the bright side, let me rant about random mundane things I usually foolishly enjoy. Today (or maybe a few hours ago) is November 1, which is All Saints' Day for catholics and Halloween for most parts of the world. If I were home, I would have been camping out at the cemetery bonding with the dead. But since I'm away from home, I decided to just go to the mall and look around while people go out of town either to visit loved ones who passed away or to have a little holiday R and R or both.

I went to Rockwell Powerplant Mall, which is becoming one of my favorite places here in Manila. I just bought a gift for a cousin, some stuff at the supermarket and had my caffeine fix at The Coffee Bean. As much as I wanted to be at home and spend time with family, dead or alive, that was the best thing I could do to fill the void of homsickness. :( It's cool though. I kind of enjoy dating myself, all the more when I have the moolah to shell out. :)

Tomorrow, I'm planning to go to this other relatively new mall, Trinoma, with my cousin just to check it out and so I don't rot here in the condo entertaining stupid thoughts. I haven't been there yet and I've been wanting to pay a visit. I heard it's a nice place. The name is kinda ugly though. What do you think? I mean... Yeah, I'm sure it's a great place and the name is very interesting.

Adult Stuff

Ok, being 21 is kind of confusing. It's like, you're not a teenager anymore but not an adult ADULT either.

I've been really thinking hard and long lately about quitting work. It's very hard having to force yourself to do something you don't really want every single working day. I want to get another job but I'm just not sure what I'll be after this.

I'm also bothered by the fact that some people are so inconsiderate. It's like they'll make certain decisions and at the nick of time, suddenly pull back. It's very frustrating. I don't even wanna talk further about this stupid bitch because she's just not worth it. I hope she gets out of my face soon. I am soooo tired of having to deal with her.

So anywaaaaay... The other day I got a text message, well actually 2 from an unfamiliar number. The first one was like "Hi," and the other one "Hi James. This is _____. How are you?" I had somebody in mind but I had to confirm so I replied, "____ who?" Then almost immediately I got a response containing this person's complete name. I almost had a heart attack.

It's really amazing how some people rise from the dead just like that as if nothing had happened. It's fucking appauling. I played it cool though the entire time though. Until of course I couln't take it anymore and finally asked what he's up to. Well, turns out he wants to say sorry. This is the same person who crushed my heart on christmas day last year. It sucks coz I'm so freakin' vulnerable right now. Do I smell an encore? Ugh.

Gawd, I'm sooooooooooooooooo homesick. I just wanna run away and go to Boracay and just take a well needed break.

Independence

It's been a while, I know. Gawd, a million things have transpired over the last feew weeks. I mean, my sister dearest visited already, I'm broke once again, and then just a couple of days ago I got regularized at work, and stuff.

Okay, let's start with my sister's visit. I heart my sister. I missed her so mucho mucho. Seriously, which is exactly why I have been planning to treat her out and shop with her way ahead before she got here. And that's exactly what we did. First, we got some back issues of V Magazines first. --V is very rare here. You're lucky if you can get an issue released on the same year you're currently living. -- Then we grabbed coffee at this deli that I love, and went to Rockwell.

Gawd, it was so hard to get a cab that time. I was sweating like shit when we finally got a ride. Ugh. I am sooo not loving the cab drivers here, seriously. But that's an ntirely different story.

Anyway, we bought some stuff at Rockwell like pasalubong, clothes and all, and went to Mall of Asia. Exhausted and hungry (we went out the night before that and slept at 5 AM), we decided to eat first at this restaurant called Bed Scene. It's a pretty cozy place except I hated the blaring music. Gawd, I believe the whole concept of the place is a lounge-y and comfortable dining experience, so why would you play bad ass hip-hop music at 7 PM? WTF?! Deal breaker. Anyway, I loved the part when we were eating and suddenly we noticed this amazing fireworks display with matching backgroound music outside. I've heard of it before it really is truly beautiful. Have I mentioned I love fireworks?

Back to the dinner, the food is unexciting, the conversation is heart warming and I insisted to pay the bill. That was a very special time because sister and I really got to bond and open up to each other. In fact, I almost freakin' cried. Gawd. Sissy much?

After fiesta, she and I headed back to the shops for more shopping and that's when I overspent as usual. She bought me a shirt by the way. So yeah, like the story as old as time, I'm broke again. Well, this time, it's really worse, like scraping-the-bottom-of-the-barrell broke. Yup, zero savings.

Do not even get me started with the bills. Oh god, you have no idea how hard my heart beats everytime I check my mailbox.

So anyway, when she left last week, I wanted to go home with her so badly. Yes, ok, I cried in the cab on my way back to my place from the airport.

Now if only I can have the same time with my other two siblings... Oh well, I love'em all, and I sooo miss Mama and Papa. It's crazy. And it doesn't help that christmas is around the corner, and there's a great chance I won't be able to come home for the holiday. Forget ho-ho-ho, more like huhuhuhu...

Speaking of work, I'm about to finish my contract in the end of the month. I already got regularized by the way. It's nothing exciting to be honest. The only things I'm thrilled about are
the PTOs and the raise. :) I'm seriously considering getting a new job, hopefully by next year if I don't get fired before 2007 ends. My office buddies are cool though

Ugh. Enough about work. It's making me vomit sick. Blah!

I just really wanna take a break. Like go home, see my family and friends again and relax. Ok, maybe not exactly relax because there's probably going to be a lot of partying but I just want to recharge, replenish and maybe even re-evaluate some things.

This is another case of the verbal diarrhea. 'Til next time.

Dante's Inferno

Here's one of my funniest chat sessions with a good friend over YM. Let's call the bitch Rix. I almost peed my pants a couple of times.

RIX: hey, if u got time... check out Google, then take the Dante Inferno test. the result will let u know which part of hell you will go to when u die.
ME: ok.

RIX: it's fun.. know what.. there was this question: do u plan/ have you ever had sex before marriage? and this: have you ever performed oral sex?
RIX: my mom shood me away when she answered! hahaha
ME: hahahahah
RIX: hhhhmmm.... now i know where i inherited my "naughty librarian" aura...
RIX: hahaha

(a couple of minutes later...)

ME: im gonna be on the seventh level
RIX: hahaha! really?
ME: oh well. i loVe it on the top
ME: love love
ME: hahahahah
RIX: ya know, i was "very high" with lust and gluttony...
RIX: ohmigod.. that website knows me! hahaha
ME: im just "high" on those things
ME: it's my violence that's overwhelming
RIX: oh.. well, that makes me a pervert.
ME: hahahahah
ME: i agree
RIX: really??! violence where? in bed?
ME: well at least you're honest
ME: you're an honest pervert
RIX: that, hunny.. is flattering.
ME: violence and wrath actually. and im also gloomy
RIX: oooohhh..
ME: gawd. i hope there's Topman in hell
RIX: me, i got "low", and "very low" with depression and anxiety questions.. i'm not unhappy! im bad in a different area..
RIX: u hope there's topman in hell? why? u wanna be bottom when u reach satan's den? maybe bcoz u were a topman while still living?
ME: well, i'm a bit of a masochist sometimes.
ME: gaga! I mean Topman the shop.
ME: i wanna at least shop while burning
RIX: aysorry.. sorry... see!!!! my being a lusty of a person is getting obvious!
RIX: oh ok.. shop.. did you see the descriptions of each level? read! read! i don't think you can shop in those conditions.

RIX: i forgot my level.. i forgot my level. it's hard to pronounce. i think it starts with M.
ME: well, apparently, my body will be hung in some sort of tree
RIX: hahahaha!
ME: and i will be blasted with scorching sand in the nude!
RIX: im imagining you.. im imagining...
ME: ill also be swimming in boiling blood
RIX: hahaha! this is interestingly hilarious.. im picturing u out in the nude
RIX: ooohhh... stop me.. im picturing u out in the nude..
ME: that's unstoppable
ME: you can't help it
ME: i know
RIX: pls go back to ur body being punished...
ME: centaurs will shoot me with an arrow if i try to escape
ME: and one of them will fall in love with me
RIX: hahaha! this is so Moses Time...
ME: and one of them will fall in love with me
ME: but i turned him down because
RIX: fall in love? are u sure ur reading the txt?
ME: but i turned him down because
ME: he doesn't have a cock
RIX: because..?
ME: he doesn't have a cock
RIX: doesn't have a cock ?! why ? that is capital punshment
ME: oh yeah. centaurs have cocks. no, i turned him down coz
ME: all we'll be doing is doggie
RIX: if he's an angel, then he/she doesn't have a sex organ.. so better pray to be in hell.
RIX: hahaha! doggie... you being the what?
ME: really?
RIX: the dog? arf! arf!
ME: then how the hell do they get in heaven?
RIX: i dont know because maybe they never had sex??!
ME: heaven isn't so heavenly after all
ME: hahahah
RIX: i just read it somewhere that angels cannot be classified to being male or female.. they are divine beings created by God. they are not humans.
ME: oh i see. well, they better offer something else as great as an orgasm or else i'm reserving my own space in hell pronto!
RIX: hahaha!
RIX: well, you have the garden of Eden... filled with fruits and vegetables, and flowers, and animals...
ME: eden can have her garden
ME: thank you very much
ME: i still prefer blowjobs
ME: hahahahahah
RIX: and happiness, and love, and contentmant, and kindness..
ME: right.
RIX: hahaha!
ME: jeez.... and to think
ME: it's my first time in 3 months to go to church today
RIX: and nude people... since you are not "ashamed", you are nude in Eden..
RIX: its like a Nudist beach filled with happy and kind people who dont judge you based on ur bilbil or flabby arms, and huge thighs...
ME: they don't judge because they're not having sex with you
ME: that's why
obsequio_rica: ok.. lets finish this question: If i am in the garden of eden, I would do this:
ME: answer these first: are there cute guys at the garden of eden? is the gardener jesse metcalfe of desperate housewives?
ME: answer these first: are there cute guys at the garden of eden? is the gardener jesse metcalfe of desperate housewives?
RIX: there's no gardener! you're all put there together to enjoy the grass that doesnt need to be mowed, the animals that dont need taming, and the flowers that dont need nurturing.. because everything is perfect.

ME: fine
RIX: hhhmmm... i dont know if you'll see that jesse dude. he may be stuck in purgatory
ME: i think i'm gonna arrange for a pictorial in the nude since everything is P-E-R-F-E-C-T
RIX: hahaha! and where the hell would u get a camera? cameras are so... so.. Earthy
ME: FINE.
RIX: yeah. everything is perfect.. including the luke jickain body that you would magically have..
ME: i'll just pose my ass off and bask in the glory of my perfect, flawless presence instead.
RIX: guess what i'll do when im in heaven..
RIX: hahaha!
ME: what?
ME: uh-oh. what?
ME: i'll request for a lot of mirrors too by the way
RIX: i will ride a lion, a camel (cancel that, camels may ruin my perfect-ness image!) a white unicorn (wtf), or a giraffe while trying to get an apple from a tree...
ME: hahahahahah
ME: what the hell?!!!
ME: you'll scratch your vagina
RIX: remember.. im in the nude! hahaha ooohh...now there goes orgasm while the animal is walking or running! hahaha!
ME: eew.
ME: ticks.
ME: you'll scratch your vagina
RIX: im making my own little hell..! hahaha!
ME: you'll scratch your vagina
ME: you'll scratch your vagina
ME: you'll scratch your vagina
ME: you'll scratch your vagina
ME: you'll scratch your vagina
ME: you like that don't you?!!!!!
ME: ohmigod beastiality
RIX: hahahah!
RIX: im laughing right no - literally
ME: me too. hahahahah

I love that conversation.

Check out this link to know what the hell we are talking about.
http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv

"I will burn in hell for being implusive."

My throat still hurts. Gawd, this has been going on for 8 days now! I swear to god I'm being punished for having sex with strangers. Although there has been some improvements, I can't say I'm really perfectly well now. Oh who am I kidding, I never am.

Anyway, yesterday, I thought I've had enough. I've lost enough time already. I mean, gawd, I've missed three days of work already, a facial and a shopping spree. So I decided to get out of this hole one scorching Friday afternoon to pay the bills, pick up a webcam and maybe look around the mall for "targets". Two hours later, I'm hyperventilating at People R People because of these lovely shoes. They're like half espradilles, half something. I loved them. I was *this close to a very impulsive buy when I realized they're not really all that. Then I went to Topman and I knew right then and there shopping will be the main reason why I'll end up in a curb one day with nothing to eat and only have my wardrobe with me. Thank goodness I managed to restrain myself and only bought this pair of super cool glasses. I love, love 'em.




To make it short, I did buy a webcam although it was way out of my budget plus I bought these shades simply because I thought they look great on me and they came knock knock knockin' on my shallow heart's door.

So, with me back to being broke and clearly realizing that I have sinned, I went straight to the church, which is the first time in months by the way. Yes, I prayed and I prayed for more shopping in the future. I'm kidding. Hahahahah... I clearly had to cleanse my soul so there.

After church, I went to another mall to pay the bills and picked up some groceries. Then I went straight back to the condo and took photos of myself with my new sunnies. It was a productive day.

Urban Domestication

Greetings from the veranda/balcony on the 26th floor. I've beena domesticat for so long now all I do is watch Desperate Housewives on DVD, check my email every 10 minutes, eat, sleep and take drugs. I've said this one and I'm going to say it again, I feel like a walking pharmacy with all the medication I'm taking for my tonsilitis/paryngitis, which by the way is still not healed. And believe me, I'm starting to think I'm going to have a swelling throat for the rest of my fucking life.

Anyway, blogging from the veranda of this building with only my boxers and undershirt on, overlooking a view of the city; how urban ghetto is that? I love it. I wish I was paid to do something like this.

Although I'm enjoying the lounging and eating and napping, I'm feeling kind of useless. This is very unproductive. I mean, how can I stay here doing nothing when there are bills to paid and errands to attend to, not to mention, work to be done at the office?! Well, it's my rest day actually but I already missed two days (or nights) of work and I'm pretty sure the current amount on my next next paycheck is pathetic

omgthisissototallyfuckingawesomeimdyingrightnow

About 2 AM
September 5, 2007

I'm back in the office. I have another 2 hrs of voice rest as prescribed by the company nurse. I feel like I have tacks stuck in my throat right now. I swear to god I'm considering having my tonsils removed. This has been going on for 4 days now and I'm practically a walking pharmacy. The fever is almost gone so I dragged my ass to work eventhough my throat hurts like hell. I've been to the clinic countless times and have visited the emergency room twice because of the same issue but I'm still not well. I am so sick of being sick. Seriously. That's why I've decided to postpone my birthday. I will truly, truly celebrate some other time when I'm well and when I have enough cash at my disposal. I've already missed 22 hours of work and my teammates are starting to treat me like a stranger. First, it was tonsilitis, then tonsilitis with fever, then pharyngitis! WTF?! I want to slit my throat and pull out my tonsils/pharynx/larynx whatever it is that's causing me this much hell. So what's up?

Sick Birthday

Yup, I made it to my 21st birthday. Well, barely. Jusus mother of gawd, I've been sick for 4 straight days now. I was literally hot during my birthday and my throat/tonsils have been killing. I swear to god I want to get theses nasty useless crap taken out of my system. What do you call that operation and how much does that cost again?

Anyway, I celebrated at my Aunt's house and she's been lovely. My cousins were great too. It's just so horrible how I spent my birthday at the emergency room of this crappy hospital near my Aunt's place.

Because of this friggin' sickness, I had to miss work for two days! Ugh. Honestly, this is just too much. I got my parents worried sick about me at home and my paycheck for this month is stil empty. What a way to welcome 21. I'm soooo sick of being sick, seriously.

P.S.
I didn't even get to eat my chocolate cake as much as I wanted to! And oh, because I brought limited supply of clothes at my Aunt's, I had to wear Von Dutch on my birthday! Yes! Von Dutch in 2007! WTF?!

21

In a matter of four days, I'm officially of legal, as in legal age. I'll be turning 21 and I'm planning to celebrate it with extended family since my sister and parents are in the province and my other sister and brother are noe in California.

I was just talking to a good friend how great it would have been if she was here with me to celebrate my birthday. I want to go out on Friday night and cruise at some club with her and have the DJ greet me once the clock strikes 12. Just pure fun. Hahahah... I love it.

I'm still homsick. And the thought of turning a year older is definitely not helping. Add to that the fact that I'm terribly broke right now. I can't wait til pay day. Oh God, there's just too much negative energy in me these days. I miss the times when all I had to worry about was the next day's exam, and the ouotfit I'll be wearing for the acquaintance party or something. Gawd, I never thought I'd miss college this much. Or maybe I just miss my friends? No, I miss the convenience of home and college.

Anyway, I'm still trying to digest 21. Me? 21? It's funny when I was about 15 or 16 I used to lie about my age when I talk to people online or text random strangers telling them I'm 18 or 19 or 20. When I turned 19 and 20, I'd say I'm 21. Now that I'm actually going to be 21 I wonder what my make-believe age is this time. I never intended to lie, it's just something that comes naturally. But I'm not really embarassed or ashamed of my age. At least not yet.

New age, new haircut. That's all. Will post pictures soon. God bless me.

The Rainy Days

It's raining horses and carabaos here in Manila. Well actually there's a typhoon named Egay. It's sad how it's so destructive and all but I'm kinda enjoying the weather. Especially considering the fact that I'm having my time off from work while all the other working people have to brave the fierce winds, heavy rain and dreadful thigh high flood water just to feed their bank accounts. I'm kidding. Who am I to even say this shit? I'm broke! And for all I know, I might go through the same catastrophy tomorrow when I have to go back to the office.

In fact, I already had a taste of this typhoon's wrath earlier when I went to the supermarket to buy groceries. It's just two blocks away but I had to get a cab on my way back because it was pouring and I had heavy grocery bags with me. Not only that, on my way here to the internet cafe, I had to take the stairs from the 26th friggin' floor because the elevators were busted! I didn't know what was going on until I reached the 9th floor where there was water gushing down the staircase. Apparently, they had to park the elevators at the 10th floor because, I don't know what exactly happened, but obviously the rain made its was into the building. How funny and annoying is that? Thank God I live all the way up there! Hahahah... Well good luck to me on my way back.

Anyway, yes, like I said, I'm broke. One of my housemates left so it's down to two. Only two divisions for the bills which means more money to pay for each of us. I am sooooo doing to die. I hate being poor. It doesn't also help that my birthday is a couple of weeks away. Oh great. I'm poor AND old. Just shoot me in the head already.

I whine a lot. I know.

P.S.
I love Krispy Kremes.

Random Rants

I'm feeling sick. I've been having this unbearable stomchache since early this evening. I already got rid of my breakfast and dinner but it still hurst a bit. I have a feeling it's juat gas. God I hope it's just gas.

Has anyone read Confessions of a Shopaholic by Sophie Kinsella? Well, I just finished reading it. I'm not carzy about it but I somehow related to Rebecca Bloomwood's impulsive tendencies. I was imagining myself mentally rationalizing every unnecessary purchase that I make while leafing through the pages. Plus, I'm also in some sort of financial rut right now. I mean seriously, when's the last time I went shopping anyway? When I bought the chucks? That's not even shopping. I went to the mall after work to buy shoes I was already planning to buy. And that's the only thing I bought.

Anyway, it's been raining mad the last three days. I think it was only today when it didn't pour. Half of the city was marinated in flood water.

I have been feeling homesick lately. Actually I've been thinking of going home once I get a time off from work. Oh God, the comforts of being at home with so much time at your disposal not having to worry about bills, work and other adult stuff. I never thought I would appreciate domestication like this. Not to mention my family, friends and yup, even those people I usually don't want to see. Jeez.

Another thing that has been bugging me for the longest time now is... my long overdue, so old story singlehood. Gawd, when's the last time I said I love you to someone romantically? 1978?!