Friday, November 28, 2003

Constantly gripping and stroking their sticks.
Straddling to aim better at the hole.

I'm talking about billiards, you ninnies.
Get your minds out of the gutter.

Tricia, tell your sister I got her autograph from the yummy Corey Duel. I tried to coach him into spelling her name right. All to no avail. And also, please tell her: "Yes, that really is his penmanship. I couldn't do anything about that either."

Ethel, our Mika came within butt-grabbing distance several times today.
I was able to restrain myself.
Build me a monument.

Thursday, November 27, 2003

Pia, this is your common sense speaking.

You are NEVER going to get him so shut your pie-hole.

One down, two more to go.
Gahd I love my job.

*Sarcastic mode off*

Monday, November 24, 2003

Do-nothing day at the office.

Up to *here* with music videos and artcards.
At least I know how to work the Video Editor now.

Look at how beautiful my country is.
Photo from the amazing Lisa

Saturday, November 22, 2003


I don't like you.

Friday, November 21, 2003

Thoughts for the pissed:

"The next time you get the urge to shut somebody up because they don't see the world exactly the same way you do, take a deep breath, get out your Bill of Rights, and count to the ten amendments."- Dennis Miller

"It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes.
But the half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor."

Or as my goddess would say it:

"Everyone is entitled to her own opinion. No matter how moronic."

Thursday, November 20, 2003

I need help with a project.

Will the following people please call me?
PatSu, Yam, Mina, Ethel, Sunshine, Agnes, RB, Ring, Anna and Vikki?
If I'm being too demanding, I don't care. Once we talk, you'll know the urgency.

Comment in the shoutbox or the comments thingie, or e-mail me and I'll explain.

Wednesday, November 19, 2003

The problem with getting depressed is that it's a downhill slide.

So, people knew that I was in a funk. That's downhill curve number one. I still haven't snapped out of it, and that's ok. Work provides excellent distraction, plus I'm in the middle of 2 projects that will keep me pretty busy. Deadlines are a bitch, but they're goals and hitting a goal makes me feel oh-so-very-grown-up - not to mention virtuous - so I like having them. *Note to self: speak to "Bug" about project.*

But just because you have distractions to keep you busy, it doesn't follow that the world is distracted from hurling more crush-you-alive moments. My disasters come in multiples of three. And the funny thing is, I can't bring myself to talk about it because everyone (without exception) will be thinking: "What? You're still mooning over ____?". That's said with either a very condescending tone or a snicker.

The snickering I can take, because it is hilarious (most disasters are); it's the condescension that's insulting. Parang, people believe that I can't feel anything independent of the intital curve ball. *What's the english equivalent of "parang"? The closest I came was "it's like..."*

And I hope you guys appreciate that it took me an hour to put this all down because I was too afraid of rambling. I'm daunted by my own blog ... how very unlike me. And now that I read through it, I realize I didn't ramble at all, but the entire thing seems lacking. Oh well. So is my life.

Monday, November 17, 2003

She's a blonde.
Did I really expect anything else?
They're all blondes.

Wannabe actress.
Sings too, huh?
I bet he tells the world that she's "...nice, sweet, AMAZING" and that she makes him incredibly happy.
How nice for them

*Sarcastic mode off.*

Friday, November 14, 2003

I'm taking a break from here. Moving to my alternate homes.
A little lot pissed.
You won't miss me anyway.

See you.
Maybe not.

[in my ears] Wake Up - Slapshock

Thursday, November 13, 2003

My guestmap is finally working. Sign it. I command you.

Which is a bad thing, because I've always thought that boredom was a measure of poor IQ. *Yes, I'd like to have my words with a lot of onion rings and Caesar Salad dressing, please.*

I want to blog but I can't find anything to blog about. So let's just go the way of the old standby:

Mary-Sue Generator by kabukikatze
Mary-Sue NameLady Draconis
Mary-Sue Secret IdentityVampire slayer
Mary-Sue Daily IdentitySupermodel-Actress
Super-secret Sue Power!Controls water
Created with quill18's MemeGen!

I put in thursdayschildtoo in the name field. My superpower turned out to be "Turns gay men straight". I want that power.

Hello to you, dear reader? How are things on your side of the pond?

P.S. I'm still waiting for those e-mails, you know.

Wednesday, November 12, 2003

As we're nearing the holidays, and because this year I promise to be the good little Catholic girl I almost never am, I want you guys to know that I will be giving out real Christmas cards this year.

But to do that, I'm going to need your addresses because that's the way the postal system works. E-mail them to me ok? Especially the SS people. Thank you :)

*munches on a Jamaican patty* You want some?

P.S. And the moral of the story is to never let your best friend talk you into entering a writing competition you are bound to lose anyway. Gedemmit.

Tuesday, November 11, 2003

Lorrie, my excellent web guru/tech-goddess/ace-student/athlete-extraordinaire friend did something wonderful for me.

Click here. And please swoon along with me. It works especially well when you're pining after someone whom you're not sure even knows you're alive.

Thank you apo. Lola wuvs you.

I dreamt about him. That means we're never going to be couple. Esh.

On a lighter note, HunnyBunny's new CD comes out today. I will be rushing to Tower Records later to get myself a copy. Woot! Will also be getting my copy of Eating the Cheshire Cat from Jasper later.

I'm having two good days in a row! It's so unbelievable! OH!

Monday, November 10, 2003

Today could just turn out to be the one day out of the rest of my mortal life where everything's peachy. Yep, you heard me right: peachy.

Woke up with a song in my head. I was singing to it in my dream but the second I opened my eyes, it was gone. I didn't want to ask my sister about it again, lest the Great Phone Number Mystery repeats itself. The melody is still swimming around in my head, so now I feel like Ally McBeal: with a soundtrack all my own.

Speaking of my sister, her team lost in the AXN Challenge. Turns out she got heatstroke, fainted on her bike, fell, lost consciousness for a few seconds and woke up with her right side covered in bruises and scrapes. She's ok now, but my mother's nerves still aren't. My father is still in blissful ignorance about the entire thing - what he doesn't know will keep him happy.

I confirmed this morning that HunnyBunny will be nowhere near oxygen-sharing distance in the near future. You thought I'd be gutted didn't you? Nah-ah. I LOVE the fact the he won't be coming over.

*I got that from Yam.*

Two new crushes, both from watching TV yesterday. Stuart Townsend and James Caviezel. I see a trend. Agnes, can you see it too?

Friday, November 07, 2003

It may not be good for your body, but it does wonders for you soul. J. Zafra

French fries, onion rings, hamburgers, pizza, fried chicken, sisig, lechon kawali, I could go on and on and on.

I'm meeting Kim and Meryl at the mall later so we can watch Matrix: Resolved (hehe) and I can gorge on fries.

Life doesn't get any better than this.

Oh and Maksim has heyuge feet, about as long as my forearm. And no, I don't even want to go *there*.

[in my ears] The Girl All The Bad Guys Want - Bowling For Soup

Thursday, November 06, 2003

Have you guys heard of the Porn Star Name Generator? It's like this: you take the name of your first pet (or favorite pet, whatever) for your first name, and the street where you grew up in as your last name. Oh play along, Humourless One, you know you want to know.

My porn star name is: Mouse Pajo.

Which proves - beyond reasonable doubt - that I have NO future in porn.

[in my ears] No Such Thing - John Mayer

Wednesday, November 05, 2003

This is the soundtrack to the movie of my life:

opening credits: Walkin' On Broken Glass - Annie Lennox
waking-up scene: Bitter - Jill Sobule
average-day scene: Ladyfingers - Luscious Jackson
best-friend scene: Soul Sound - Sugababes
first-date scene: Out Of My League - Stephen Speaks
falling-in-love scene: Hopelessly Addicted - The Corrs
love scene: Show Me Heaven - Tina Arena
fight-with-friend scene: Shapeshifter - Josie and the Pussycats
break up scene: I Quit - Hepburn, You Make Me Sick - Pink, Sexed Up - Robbie Williams
get-back-together scene: You're Still You - Josh Groban
'life's okay' scene: Lucky Me - Bachelor Girl, Love Grows Where My Rosemary Grows - Edison Lighthouse
heartbreak scene: I Love You - Sarah MacLachlan, Simple Like The Truth - Darius Danesh
mental-breakdown scene: Flight of the Bumblebee - Rimsky-Korssakoff
World: Rome Wasn't Built In A Day - Morcheeba
driving scene: Even Flow - Pearl Jam
lesson-learning scene: Me - Paula Cole, Real - Plumb
party scene: Block Rockin' Beats - Chemical Brothers, Addicted To Bass - Puretone
happy dance scene: Spinning Around - Kylie Minogue
regret scene: My Stupid Mouth - John Mayer
long-night-alone scene: Save Tonight - Eagle Eye Cherry
death scene: Once In A Lifetime - Craig David
closing credits: Never Forget - Take That

Can someone have a really big crush on me? Please? Because it's been ages.....

Hello Random Collisons. *hugs* I missed you.

Wheee!! Maksim is coming tomorrow!!!!

[in my ears] You And I Both - Jason Mraz

Tuesday, November 04, 2003

My sister is participating in this year's AXN Challenge. Her team (Ateneo Outdoors) won first runner-up the last time the Adventure Race was held in Manila (2001, I think). They were the youngest team there and was also the fastest out of everyone but didn't win because of techincal crap.


We'll be picking up her bike later - a bicycle whose frame alone costs more than Php 70k. All I know is, this year she'd better win.

My sister is captain of the women's varsity track team of UP.

My brother was part of his high school's soccer team.

It sucks to be the only non-athletic sibling. But when it comes to marathon sleeping - I'm your girl.

[in my ears] Hopelessly Addicted - The Corrs

Monday, November 03, 2003

To quote Cha: Punyeta naman o.

Happy Birthday, Elliot.
I'm sorry I'm a day late.

[in my ears] Misfit - Amy Studt