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Trent is ridonkulous, sick and awesome! Though the seats we were in where too far to feel the gravity of the band’s breathtaking talent.
We have to leave early because Akee needs to be in the office at exactly 12mn. We missed the best part of the show where the band played their best hits. Nonetheless, I enjoyed the show.
The extremely appalling news about Fedor Emelianenko’s decision not to join the industry’s leading organization, UFC, has dissapointed a lot of Mixed Martial Arts fans all over the world. The six foot russian, who is considered as the best fighter in the world, signed a contract with an up and coming organization called Strikeforce. Le sigh. The dream of most MMA freaks to witness the fight between that dreadful looking monster, Brock Lesnar and the mighty russian has vanished into thin air.
But don’t fret my heterosexual male peeps, we have a lot of fights in store in the future that will headline our beer sessions every weekend. Like this Sunday, August 09 at 10 AM. UFC 101 Declaration that will feature fights of Lightweight Champion, BJ Penn and Middleweight title holder, Anderson Silva against the super awesome Forrest Griffin.
It is going to be one a one gnarly event not to be missed.
Now that I have mastered the use of ellipses through my semi-regular facebook and twitter updates and the reading every friend’s status, leaving totally irrelevant comments and pissing off everytime the wi-fi signal gets disconnected. I will now turn my attention to this blog which has been neglected for months.
I will no longer tell the tale of the past events that occured in my routinary, unimaginative life. There’s not much to tell, really.
The focus will be on some of my plans for the next couple of months before 2009 come to a close.
First, I need to finish the short course that I am currently taking together with Buboy and Lan. Though it will be way too impossible to complete the course this year (18 months to finish the entire module of the course) not unless we decided to bail and transfer to another institute that offer that same course that could be finished in a span of 3 months but requires a lot of cash, something that I don’t have. Well, I still have a month to think and decide. I suddenly feel the need to whore for cash. hehe!
The past seven months has been a struggle for my weight. Yeah, I know. I’m tired of this same effin’ issue being told in this blog. I really don’t know what is happening. But I have decided once again that it is time to hit the treadmill and lift those rusty dumbells. I also promised to reward myself something If I will loose at least 20 pounds in two weeks. Wish me luck peeps.
I’m planning to do a lot of major renovations around the house. Shelves will be installed, fixtures need to be replaced, Walls need to be painted. Need to purchase new curtains and frames for my fake modigliani paintings to make it look more authentic, hehe! These changes will occur gradually as I will be the one financing all of this. I promised that I will not seek any help from anyone including family members unless they will voluntarily do so.
I will give this blog an update at least once a week to give the lowdown of my life and if these plans have transpired.
The last one alone is giving me all sorts of headache but I’ll try my hardest to accomplish every single thing I wrote here.
Listening to: The Used- Paralyzed
***This was written last monday. I forgot to publish it because i was drunk the night before.
Before I get this shit up and running again, let me start with a very lame meme taken from Akee’s blog. I just woke up from a 2 1/2 hours of sleep and the pill that I have popped up hasn’t taken its marvelous effect yet.
1. Can you cook?
Yes. I’m quite good at it actually. (brag much) But I have already given up the dream to become an awesome world famous chef. due to the lack of monetary means to go to an expensive culinary school.
2. What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator?
Probably call out all the names of the saints I know to save me. I don’t want to die inside an elevator especially in the building where our office is located.
3. What talent do you wish you had?
I wish I could play the harp.
4. Favorite place?
Any place that serves cheap ice cold brewskies.
5. Favorite vegetable?
Anything that is sauteed in butter or olive oil.
6. What was the last book you read?
Nathaniel Hawthorne’s The House of The Seven Gables. Currently reading Mitch Albom’s One More Day. (Yeah, I’m soo gay, I read Mitch Albom’s Tearjerkers.)
7. Any tattoos and/or piercings?
I was about to get a tramp stamp last month as a birthday gift to myself but I chickened out at the last minute. Yeah I’m a total wus who has a huge va-jay-jay.
8. Worst habit?
Binge eating. Hehe!
I realized that blogging is way too cool than facebook or twitter. So, I would like to welcome myself back to the blogosphere. Yay!
The mere existence of this blog relies only to the precious minutes of idle time I usually get from my previous task of issuing shipping labels. Last month was a complete mayhem so I wasn’t able to update anything on this blog. But now that I have a new task and a new team not to mention the awesome schedule of 7am-4pm. Yes people. I am normal again. I have more time to do illegal stuff at work such as overbreaks, sleeping during work hours, endless chatting with friends from different parts of the world, surfing non-work related sites and of course, blogging.
I’ll talk about my life which is bordering on tragic a bit later but in the mean time I would like to inform you about the coolest show on asian cable television, which is being hosted by this really, really awesome british bald guy, escapologist extraordinaire, Jonathan Goodwin. Love his show. I even follow him on twitter. Uh-huh, I do that kind of shit now. I twitter everyday and you have to as well so we could call each other pathetic individuals.
One Way Out airs during Wednesday at 9pm on Discovery Channel.
Listening to: The Fray’s new album.
Two of my molars have been finally extracted yesterday after a whole month of rescheduling and finding the right moment to do this procedure. And now I am drugged with all the antibiotics and pain killers I am taking that will last for a week.
The worst part of this experience are the post-op instructions the heavily accessorised but very pleasant dentist (she almost convinced me into getting a set of braces) after the painless surgery (thanks to the anesthesia, I guess). Here are some of them;
::. I can never spit for 24 hours. This is just too gross. My gums were profusely bleeding at that time so you could imagine all the blood I had swallowed because she strictly ordered never to spit at any cost.
::. I can never do any strenuous activities such as jogging, working out and lifting any heavy stuff for 48 hours. I wish she instructed me to do this for a week so I will have a valid excuse not to work out.
::. Do not eat anything hot, seafood and spicy. Well I couldn’t eat anything at this point. My gums are still swollen and it is pretty darn difficult for me to chew anything.
::. I am not allowed to sneeze or cough.
I Swear right after I paid an amount I never expected to pay at all for that freaking surgery (apparently, our crappy company health insurance does not cover severe dental procedures) that I will never going to have any of my remaining teeth ever be removed again.
The only thing I enjoyed about this whole experiece is I can eat as many ice cream as i could for 3 days (my dentist explained the reason why I should) as long as I would brush my teeth and gargle some of those awful mouthwash.
My normal life will soon come to an end.
It has been a good couple of months and now my stay in the most convineint shift in the business outsourcing world will be over. The sad truth about being a slave for an american company, you cannot get a normal schedule and a normal life permanently.
Part of me is delighted to have my old schedule back because I get to see all the obnoxious people I love to hate and throw my wicked stare and my indirect derogatory remarks that only Lan and Akee will know via YM. Part of me will be miss a lot of things working in the day shift. The rush hour which I still can’t believe I have managed to survive, waking up at 6;30 with a vicious headache because of all the beer consumed the night before, the creative kewl geeks from tthe fourth floor of the newly renovated yet still rotten in my opinion Jaka building, taking my lunch break at the actual hour where normal people usually take their lunch, primetime television programs and of course the regular 8 hours of sleep. Haay! I’m not quite sure if I really want to have my old life back just yet.
From Agnes. I couldn’t agree with you more. It is more suitable to talk about this over some belgian waffles and fraps or two cases of Red Horse Beer…I am finding a reason to get drunk these days. Heeh!
The rules :
1.) Put the logo in your blog
2. ) Write five things you are passionate about apart from blogging
3. ) Tag 5 people on your lists and let them know you tagged them.
I can only think one thing that I am truly passionate about and that is to get out of this country work mah ass off until I get enough moollah to buy me an Island where I could shelter all my future male “friends” and do “passionate” things to them.
Bwahahaha!
Aside from a nagging toothache, break-ups are one of the shittiest and toughest thing to endure in life. Just ask my BBW-BFF, Mikee who recently called it quits with her boo of 14 years a couple of weeks ago. Though she is handling it pretty well, there are the occasionial torturous days of loneliness and anxiety that I’m sure most of you homo sapiens have experienced before. As much as I wanted to give my comfort in her time of misery 24/7, It simply cannot happen due to the sad fact that I am also currently experiencing a lot of insurmountable pain (details would be revealed soon). So I agreed to become her living diary. I receive daily updates of her life and her almost dispairing situation and the immediate remedy that she desperately needs to get out of it.
But it is not all melancholic messages. There are days when she sends these crazy texts on how she wants her life to be or what she aspires to become. Like this message i received last February 10 at 3:18 am.
U Knw wat? I wnt 2hev a gud career n a gazillion businesses, own a big rental placen a nice cozy restaurant. I wna hev
a nice haws wd a pool so i cn hev a gr8 tym wid my own fmly. court 4my boys 2pctis in so they cn b a jock wen they grow up,
big garden so sat my gurls cn run around screaming, a nice outdoor grill 4my husband so he cn make d perfect bbq N a gazebo 4me in d middle of d garden so dat i cn hev d perfect view 2watch ol of them. My kids r goin 2b in the best skul, lern a sport n art, they wil be cultured, god-fearing n they wil hev a gud hart, sharp mind, zest pasion 4lyf. Myt b wishful thinking bt it cn hapen coz gud thngs happen 2gud ppl. So im goin 2pray thrice as hard so dat i dnt hev 2wish no more. B4 i breathe d last breath of my lyf, i wil b everythng dat i cn b n my name wil resound 2ppl around me n wil b inspired 2liv d lyf n dream i hev lived. Its no over til i say lyf s ovr. Faith n hope wil c me thru.
I wil b a blessng n touch ppl’s lyf, i will make a vital contribution 2ds society n wil make a change, i may not knw wat i am 2 do now bt i wil figure it out n find my purpose n lyf. I wil b hapi may it b acompanied wid d ups n downs, stl i wil 4evermore remain hapi. I wil hev a lhasa, apso, yorkie, syberian husky, running freely in my bkyard. Hel! Il even win d lotery! Ds s abwt dreaming aint it?! M dreaming big! God wil get me dat lotery money! God Lord, iv gone from dreamer 2 insane n jst seconds. C how sumstngs wrong wd me? I an iratic lunatic! Evn my precious dog, sebastian tinks m insane, he luks at me dfrently frm tym 2tym. God!
I nid 2 get away 4awyl. Collect my mind, fgure out wat my hart wnts n find d soul/spirit iv 1ns had. Coz how d hel cn i start reaching my dreams if my mind dsnt hev d dtrmination n persitence 2go 4it. hw cn i do dat if my hart lacks d pasion 4 me 2stick it out, n how cn i appreciate these thngs if my spirit had flown away frm me, if i hev no soul 2giv it wud maek me nothng. M a mesd up-lost-unemployed-confused-TMTH drama queen n broke ass bitch. Gr8! Wat mor cn i b?
Though I seldom text back to these messages, She knows that I have read them and completely understands how horrible her situation is. She asked me once if i get irritated by these messages, I said, “hell no! It is actually very entertaining.” I promised to publish this one day and become her biographer if she made it really big as a plus size model and assured her that this will be over soon and she is going gain back the fab life she once had.
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