memememe

***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!

back from the ashes

I realized that blogging is way too cool than facebook or twitter. So, I would like to welcome myself back to the blogosphere. Yay!

one way out

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.

dentally disturbed

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.

night slut

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.

i’m so passionate i should star in an argentinian telenovela and make love with a hot latino named facundo

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!

I’ll pass this meme to Iya, Akee, Khonz, Mitze and Norben.

living diary

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.

verbal crap

• My goal of getting drunk last weekend has been successfully accomplished  with the help of my hardcore drinking friends and my NBBs (new booze buddy).
• I missed my dental appoinment last monday because…uhmm, yeah, I was drunk. Now, I have to endure another week of intermittent tooth pain.
• I am having a difficulty recognizing the difference between being lazy and tired.
• The hot blonde chick from “Chuck” is really hawt…but Chuck is hawt-er. Yep! Still gay.
• I seriously want to punch someone in the face right now. The annoying and often times foul smelling presence of that old douche is making me and the MILF right beside me really, really agitated.

Listening to: Untouched- The Veronicas

not much of a j-bros fan

Kings of Leon which is composed of three brothers and their absolutely kewl cousin reigns supreme in my ears these days. I go insane every time I hear the song, “Sex on Fire” from their Grammy nominated Album Only By The Night. My very long weekend will start tomorrow and I am planning to practically do nothing except to get drunk this Saturday and Sunday. And on Monday, I’ll have an Extraction.

battle of epic proportions

This is gonna be one helluva fight. Sunday, February 1 at 11 AM.