rainy days mondays always get me down

monday is heading down the drain and the rest of the week will probably end up in the toilet too. I came to work in a very warla mode. it's raining outside. it's cold and wet. i'm hungry, cold and wet. i have to wear slippers and it feels like my uterus is being twisted every few minutes or so. damn. i hate being girl at days like these. but the amazing aloha treat by jc perked me up a bit (*woot*woot*). thanks jc you're a life saver.

i can't really stomach another bad news but it seems that nearly everyone in my family is working towards winding up with one form of cancer or another. now i have to add the sun to my list of worries. bawal na maging nog-nog. say goodbye to my dream of being a beach bum. i now have to make sure i invest in sunblock. the upside is this type of cancer is slow growing but still it's still starts with a C. so sh*t (x8).

they said the road to hell is paved with good intentions. i filed for leave a couple of weeks ago hoping to get some quality time with my friends (read: picking my way through the collection of dvd movies at the gay brother house) before my hiatus but now it looks like i'm going to end up using those days biting my nails. some sense of humor you have God. You make it difficult to really really like You.

i arrived at the office feeling grumpy and ready to make war with any one dumb and stupid enough to get into my path. but it looks like kek is already on the warpath. sh*t. naunahan ako. which makes me wonder if nakakahawa na yun and now gays have it too? hmmm... nireregla ka ba kek?




"There is nothing worse than aggressive stupidity."
-John Wolfgang Goethe

GOU LE!!!!!!!! GOU LE!!!!!!!! GOU LE!!!!!!!! GOU LE!!!!!!!! GOU LE!!!!!!!!

Aaaarrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"My pessimism extends to the point of even suspecting the sincerity of the pessimists."

- Jean Rostand

i got tagged

recently by pia and i think i remember another tag a long long time ago by jade. never got around to it until now so here it is. i am tagging my blogger friends especially the sunday conspiracy group. =_)




THE RULES
- each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about themselves.
- bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their ten things and post these rules.
- at the end of your blog, you need to choose ten people to get tagged and list their names.
- don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.




HERE GOES...


0. i am a stone addict (180/218) . i ♥ thestone (intro: amy winehouse with rehab).
1. i have a foot fetish. (so imagine my grief when i stubbed my toe and the lower half of my toenail ugh... died. if stairs were a living, breathing thing, it would be screaming bloody murder or it wouldn't because i would have killed it by then).
2. a few days from now i'll be able to say, "i used to work for a webhosting company." (haha!) i will be officially unemployed in a few days. yes, i'm gonna be a bum! goodbye sunday conspiracy,
3. i ♥ black. i wear a lot of black. half of my wardrobe is black. i hate red.
4. i have an illusion i'm 5'3" but my cousin likes to point out i'm 5'1" (liar, inggitero!)
5. i'm an aries and i use it to explain why i "charge now and think later." (double pun intended).
6. i like to eat... a lot. just ask my frequent eating companions jade, jamie, gwen, and zai.
7. i studied mandarin for years but i'm still terrible at it.
8. i ♥ michael phelps and david beckham (although i can't swim or play football).
9. i am a compulsive book buyer. i spent more than 15 grand on books on one year alone (blechhh!) on the upside (?) hello powercard plus.
10. i like to tease pia until she gets pikon (hahaha! special mention at filler na din).




I TAG:
1. jade
2. love
3. gwen
4. eva
5. kek
6. popin
7. joewhatnow
8. jayvee
9. jc
10. jamie





Procrastination isn't the problem, it's the solution. So procrastinate now, don't put it off.
- Ellen Degeneres

Herculean is OUT, Phelpsian is IN

did i mention that my two favorite sports both start with an S? swimming and soccer. and i don't even play any of them. haha! i can float on my back but once i start flapping my arms i start to sink so i guess that doesn't count. anyway if the photos doesn't encourage you to be a swimmer or a follower of the sport then it's time to start realigning your priorities!

the phelps phenomenon

the stars surely aligned themselves for michael phelps who now have his 8 golds. one word comes to mind, this guy is phenomenal. hmmm... 8 is really the lucky number for this Olympics. 08082008.

August 13: 4 x 200m Freestyle Relay

photos taken from the official website of the 2008 Beijing Olympics

August 17: Men's 4 x 100m

if swimming can give these guys these great booties, they should make it our national sport.

photos taken from the official website of the 2008 Beijing Olympics

i also watch tennis (my greatest frustration this year is not being able to watch the 2008 wimbledon finals between the williams sisters and nadal vs. federer - damn and double damn!), basketball, football and baseball ( but only at gunpoint ). read: the operative word being "watch."

the past week was spent browsing this website, or this website (but sometimes our IT department blocks access to this site, bummer!) and then this website.

china took the gold in artistic gymnastics team event. if you watched the event, they deserved it. the US team made more mistakes than china did. if i were to do any of the splits, twists and contortions these girls did, i will end up in an emergency room. then of course, there's the controversy about a couple of the girls' age on china's team being below the minimum required which is 16. just a thought, it would be such a bummer to have your period and then compete, no? ouch...

photos taken from the official website of the 2008 Beijing Olympics

i've always wondered how synchronized diving is judged. anyway china got the gold for that too. their diving queen, Guo Jingjing, won four world championships (2001, 2003, 2005 and 2007) and she won another diving gold for china for this olympics.

but zai and i are really looking forward to the team event of synchronized swimming. i can't explain our morbid curiosity about this sport since we can't swim. i remember watching the event on tv during the athens olympics, those girls probably have gills hidden somewhere.

i'm still praying for a miracle that someone from pilipinas would take home a medal (i don't care if its a gold, a silver or a bronze) as long as it's genuine mind you. i want to see a number beside this country in the medal tally. please Lord.



Amen




"H2O: two parts Heart and one part Obsession." ~Author Unknown

"Never say never because never is a helluva long time."

mis sentimientos exactamente

conference room:


ed:ilovemyjob,ilovemyjob,ilovemyjob,ilovemyjob,ilovemyjob,ilovemyjob,
ilovemyjob,ilovemyjob,ilovemyjob,ilovemyjob

haze: igetpaidforit, igetpaidforit, igetpaidforit, igetpaidforit, igetpaidforit,
igetpaidforit, igetpaidforit

don: atleast hindi plastic kagaya ng ilovemyjob

me: ---------------------------->

overall mood for today:

one of those days when the Universe reminds you, your'e a girl. feeling VERY cranky today.

danke schön Eva for sharing these, mis sentimientos exactamente.

Some of the worst mistakes of my life have been haircuts. - Jim Morrison

Ang Babaeng Namumuhay Mag-isa

Babae akong namumuhay ng mag-isa
Hiwalay sa awasa
Matandang Dalaga
Kerida
Puta.

Ang aking pag-iisa'y
Batik na ituturing ng aking lipunan
Latay na pabaon ng nakaraan,
Pilat na taglay hanggang sa kasalukuyan.

May pagsusulit na hindi ko nakayanan,
May timbangang nagtakda ng aking pagkukulang,
May pagsusuring kumilatis
Sa pagkatanso ng aking pagkatao.
Lagi'y may panghuhusga sa aking pagiisa.

Ang di nila nakita'y
Akin din naman ang pagpapasya.
Isang maliit na kalayaang
Hinamak ng iba ko pang
Pagkakapiit, pagka-alipin
Sa aking lipunan.

Ang pag-iisa'y di pag talikod
Sa pag-ibig, pagnanasa, o pananagutan
Hindi ito pagsuko
Sa katuparan ng pangarap.
Hindi ito pagtanaw sa buhay ng hubad sa pag-asa.

Paghangad lamang
Na kamay ko ang magpatakbo sa aking orasan
Puso ko at isipan ang sumulat ng aking kasaysayan,
Sarili ko ang humubog sa aking kabuuan.

Hayaan akong mamuhay nang payapa,
Nang hindi ikinakabit sa aking pangalan
Ang mga tawag ng pagkutya:
Puta,
Kerida,
Matandang Dalaga,
Hiwalay sa asawa,
Babae man akong namumuhay nang mag-isa.



by Joi Barrios



i was awed the first time i read this poem. i remember thinking "whoah." i was on my 2nd year in college when i encountered this poem. i think is is the only tagalog poem i can say i really memorized. our Filipino literature prof made us recite this in front of the class one by one. first time i ever cursed aloud with a roomful of people and without getting reprimanded or threatened with a slap.

if you belong to any of the above, here's hoping you find some girl power from joi barrios feisty statement (assuming you can read and understand tagalog).

i don't believe i have a monopoly on stupidity

but leaving a flat iron semi-on at the risk of burning down the entire house may just tip the scales in my favor.

i was at the end of one of my calls when i realized, i don't remember unplugging the damn thing. so i turned that thought over and over on my mind and went through everything i did before i left the house.

i remember plugging it on, turning the heat to the max. ironed my shirt (at least tried to) then my cellphone rang. my supervisor was calling. new schedules. apparently, i have to choose among the 3: an 11pm sched (sun-mon), 10pm sched or 12am sched (fri-sat). since i am a morning person, the only thing that would matter is the rest day. either way, the scheds are all tae for me. it's a good thing it's already may. i don't know how long i could last. i chose the 11pm - 8am sched since i have a sunday morning class at 9am. how to get there within an hour was a problem i was not able to think about until later. the last thing i remember was my supe telling me that it's nearly 7am and i'm still in the house. (i'm gonna be late, i know).

after that, i grabbed my shirt. removed the lint with a scotch tape because i sit beside zai who is OC about removing lint from black/dark clothes. after that, i grabbed my bag and went out. shit, there goes the iron.

at about a quarter to 9am, for some unknown reason i started to think about the iron. i don't really recall unplugging it. i sent an sms to my sister and my brother to go to the house and check the iron. but my sister is already in qc and my brother is in manila attending his class. bummer. my father is in sta. rosa, laguna. tough luck there.

my 2 siblings were sending me sms like, "you what?!!!" my brother sent me an sms saying "i can't concentrate on my review because *** *** how can you leave the damn thing on. somebody's house there just burned down a couple of days ago!. you have to go back." i thought of going back around lunch but of course by then it might be too late. i remember telling edel that if i burned down the house, i'm never gonna show my face on that place again. and she said, well there's nothing to go back to =) thanks for the comforting thought tita E.

i recall the time when my sister left the electric stove on. when i got home i went to the kitchen and wondered 'why the heck is it hot as hell in here?' then as i checked the stove, it was still on to the max and the coils are glowing fiery red. the house didn't burn down then but it looks like that house may not be so lucky this time. and i'm just the one to do it. ***sigh*** our neighbors will prolly flay me alive.

i had to go home (thanks marcy). on the way there, i passed through the fire station. counted the fiery red fire trucks. three. nothing seems to be amiss. everything's calm. so my place seems to be intact.

then as i stepped down from the jeep and walked to aurora, i heard the 'clang, clang' of the bell. since there was a fire about 5 houses away from our place last week, so the sound sent me into panic. but instead of running. i was literally frozen on my place. it was so damn hot outside but i felt like somebody just doused me with cold cold water. i felt my heart dropped down to my intestines and then felt like throwing it up. as i looked down the street, there was a fiery red truck parked just before the narrow street that leads down to the house i was staying in. and the only thing that went over my mind then was "oh shit, oh shit, oh shit." i wondered whether i should go continue walking or call my dad. what the heck am i gonna tell my dad? and my landlady?! that i left my stupid iron on and burned down the entire house? oh dear...

i looked at all the people gathered on the street and felt everyone looking at me. of course i was right smack in the middle of the street and just staring dumbly at that red truck. i started walking towards it, i never bite my nails but i found myself biting three out of 2. all the way saying "oh shit" like it was some kind of mantra when i should be praying.

as i got nearer, i can smell the stink. it doesn't smell like a burning house. it smells like trash. as i edged closer to the truck. what do you know? a garbage truck. duh. no wonder there are so many people outside. oh shit. so i ran like hell to our street, banged the gates and took the stairs two at a time. when i opened the door, i can smell the burning banana leaves that have now turned to black. i use banana leaves instead of those commercial stuff they sell to make ironing clothes smoother (or whatever) and it smells nice too. not too mention hazardous when you leave the iron on. i unplugged the iron and switched the electricity off of the entire house. i don't remember turning the knob on the iron to a minimum, but it was on turned to the minimum level. i must've done it unconsciously as i answered the phone.so Someone UP there have not forgotten me. it was only past 9am but i feel like turning in and calling it a day. another incident like this and my heart will give out on me.

as i was going down the stairs, i met my landlady who exclaimed her surprise at seeing me. i told her i forgot something so i went back. little did she know...




Life is an unbroken succession of false situations. -

Thornton Wilder