restless brain. restless hands. idle spirit

Yes. sometimes, i wish that i am an octopus. 

I just got off from work. I thought I will be able to write a decent blog, watch tv or at least take a long and decent bath but I was wronged.  Because we are driven by a slave driver.. we’ve driven ourselves pass our bedtime and SANITY.

Who cares about night diff., OT pay, HAZARD pay..bleah bleah bleah bleah.

I need an 8 hour off from filtering, sorting, merging, vlookup-ing bleah bleah bleah

For me to fully function as a human adult I need to  hibernate for 8 hours…

Otherwise, I’ll come up with a pathetic entry like this.

I hate to keep a blog dormant but… o well,  I get paid to be a chorewhore…

I will blog if and when i survive the weekend summer outing… which I have no intention of joining but was coerced beyond my will and therefore, obligated and undeniably liable for any mishaps that might occur in the event that i withdraw my participation…

 insert mental relapse a.k.a. NOSEBLEED!!!!!!! 

a scarlet letter

Dear Blog,

I’m sorry. I have to admit I am cheating on you. I’ve been promiscuous lately. I’m distracted.  I can’t help it. I was deceived. I was promised of heaven on earth. I got my fix. I’ve been seeing other sites.

You know you’re not the first and the second. But nevertheless, I decided to be with you. Why? Maybe because you’re more manageable and you easily yield to my whims. I can dress you up or dress you down, without hearing any bitching and whining. 

And you made me more sociable, besides the ocassional social dysfuction. I thank you for understanding that mental retardation can be genetic. I love you Blog. You know I can’t resist you. Even if I come home in the wee hours of the morning. I yearn for you. I hear you calling me even in my half-awake state…even if I am drowned in excel and 201 files. I constantly think of you.

But for now, I have to take the easy way out to get my fix. I am not abandoning you. I can never to that you, especially you. LJ dumped me.  WP is quite out of my league and FS is such a gigalo.

I didn’t mean to hurt you. Sad to say,  I’ve fallen.  I didn’t mean to twit and become this…this…tumblr.

Please forgive me. 

Love,

J 

S.O.S. : Survey On a Saturday

Killing time and diverting hunger pangs. I’m posting derivatives, c/o REM. REM, hope you don’t mind…

SE7EN

Seven things that scare you:

1. Snakes! Anything that slithers, scaly, cold-blooded.period.
2. Crowded places. I’m slightly agoraphobic.
3. Sometimes, sunlight scares me.
4. Loosing my loved ones
5. Narrow grassy path walks.
6. Pimples! Acne-outbreak. Hormonal imbalances and the like.
7. Loosing Sanity.

Seven things you like the most:

1. Being Alone. It lets me think and reflect and pray…or blog!

2. BOOKS!!! I love reading in as much as I love writing.

3. Writing, doodling, scribbling…whatever I can do whenever I get a hold of a pen and paper

4. Intellectually-stimulating conversations. Something that can ignite the neurons and perhaps the other parts of the body..Go figure! Matanda ka na.

5. Chocolates.Dahil anak ako ng Tatay ko. Nothing spells D-I-A-B-E-T-E-S, like an ooozylicious dose of sugar.

6. MOVIES..that either make you bawl like a baby, laugh like you’re being tickled to death, think like you’ve never thought before or scream like your hair is on fire. I like good movies, odd movies, scary movies, B movies, indie movies.

7. ART <3 POETRY and MUSIC… Lyrics are poetry. Without music they’re just poems. Coming from a lineage of artists, I eat and breathe music. Got it from, me pops. I don’t sing well, so I’m better off listening to them.

Seven important things in your room:

[I used to have my own room… ]

1. My bookshelf

2. My notebooks - I also collect notebooks.

3. My ring collection. My preeeeeccciioooooouusss….

4. PANDORA’S BOX.My box of whatever things. I keep this box full of my life’s random things like: greeting cards from friends, old letters from friends, candy wrappers. Yep, I hoard. Therefore, I am.

5. Il Pirata collection- Yes, I am ashamed. I cannot afford the original (as of the moment). DVDs: HOUSE M.D., LOST, HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER and the like.

6. CD’s of my favorite bands. Yup, at least they’re not pirated.

7. My Fluffy Pillow- whom I now call—-Brandon. Ahihihihi.

Seven random facts about you:

1. I talk in my sleep–sometimes. At least, I don’t sleepwalk.
2. I get the feeling of DEJA VU most of the time. Does it mean….I’ve been reincarnated?? hahaha
3. I still want to have my own band. No one is hearing my pleas. No one.
4. I ‘d like to get a massage from Rodrigo–a male latino with a thick accent and well-sculpted body.
5. I ‘d like to get published someday. Any takers?
6. I want a therapist. I’d like to experience hypnosis at some point.
7. In my past life, I am an Egyptian Queen. I rule over the Nile . I only wear dark, black, thick eyeliner, fabulous jewelry and body paint. Plus, I am anorexic thin.

Seven things you can’t do:

1. Math.
2. Cook or Break dance
3. Play the guitar like my father
4. Aggressive to the point that I intimidate people.
5. Let my big toe reach my nose.
6. be really really perky. OKAY!
7. stop writing

Seven things you can do:

1. be funny even without uttering a single word. Thanks, Dad.
2. Speak with a funny accent
3. Play chess
4. Write poetry.
5. groove…o yes…I….can!
6. sleep until 12 hours
7. type 48-52 words per minute, give or take.

Seven things you plan to do before you die:

1. Learn a foreign language
2. Go to Egypt
3. Watch the Red Hot Chili Peppers LIVE! Watch more concerts.
4. Get Published
5. Be in a Rock Band!!!
6. Kiss…the hand of the Pope
7. Drive like the Drift King.

 Seven things that attract you
to the opposite sex:

1. EYES - because they’re the windows to one’s soul; Nice Feet. Me…foot fetish.

2. A GOOD SENSE OF HUMOR- I don’t need a comedian.

3. A good taste in music- eclectic but not too boy band nor hip hop.

4. Intellectual not geeky. someone whom I can debate about why brandon is hotter than the average male population or why blue is better than green. Shallow graves for shallow people. I ain’t that deep. I don’t speak Bisugo language.

5. ARTsy - someone who’s artistically inclined whether in music, painting, writing etc. A good singing voice is a turn on.

6. Charming Personality-someone’s who’s personable but not very heart rob-ish. I don’t share.

7. Flexibility is the key–to whatever you’re thinking.

Seven things that repulse you
in the opposite sex:

1. Mr. Casanova in the flesh. Need I say more?

2. Bond, James Bond. The suave, Alpha male.

3. The Master of Disguise. thinking and being someone he is not.

4. Mr. Price Charming - I am not a damsel. I am a hag. Be gone!
5. Boy Grasa (Bad Hygiene) I want to be swept of my feet. Yet, I don’t need my breath to be taken along with it.
6. MR. INCREDIBLE - Tactless. Insensitive. Detached. Yes, the average male prototype.
7. JOCK-SYNDROME or the exact opposite Being too logical. Too rational. Maybe it’s a guy thing.

Seven things you say the most:

1. Dammit!
2. Ambot!
3. Shit..
4. Actually,
5. Oh God..
6. O well..
7. Right….

I curse a lot.. so the list can go on…

Seven celebrity crushes: [NOT IN PARTICULAR ORDER]

1. Josh Holloway of LOST

2. Brandon Boyd - Incubus

3. HUGH LAURIE - Dr. Gregory House, M.D.

4. Hugh Jackman
5. Johnny Depp
6. Anthony Keidis - Red Hot Chili Peppers.

7. Penn Badgley - a.k.a. Lonely Boy/ Dan Humphrey [GOSSIP GIRL]

Bonus:

Matthew Settle a.k.a Daddy Humphrey/ Rufus Humphrey

O yes. I am a woman. Eat dirt!

Am i suppose to tag someone? hmmm..

the eavesdropper

Because I have two ears..the left and the right… 

 -o0o-

Guy: Do you have a boyfriend?

Hot Girl: None. How about you?

Guy: *snickers*

Hot Girl: Do you have a girlfriend?

Guy: None. How about you?

Hot Girl: Yup. I have.

Guy: Oh. *sunk into oblivion* 

 -o0o-

(At the elevator) 

Girl: Sabi ko sa Customer (habang nakaMUTE) P**** I** M*, Ma’am ang matagal na tayong magkausap hindi mo pa rin ako maintindihan. Saang planeta ka ba galing? (Nang hindi na naka-MUTE). Ma’am as I was saying, we cannot process that without your credit card information.Don’t you understand??

Guy: T*** I**, baka ma QA nanaman yang call mo, Binggo ka na!

Girl: P*** wala akong pakialam, lilipat na lang ako sa 8th floor. T*** I** nila. Pakshet! 

 -oOo-

Diane C[[sports unlimited]:( WHile on the phone..) What’s his name? The yoga instructor guy??? Can I have his number?? Text it to me ha. Thanks, POPS

-o0o-

Girl1: Huh? As in? He’s f******* her too? Slut!

Girl2: Yeah. That’s so old news–like so last year…

Girl1: As in?? How come hindi ko nalaman agad? Magkateam naman kami?

Girl2: Girl, obviously they don’t want you to know…*snickers*

Girl1: A****** talaga sya. He is so out of my list. Loooooser!

Girl2: Yea. Why did he made it to your list, anyway? *rolls her eyes*

 -o0o-

INCUBUS LIVE IN MANILA: BEYOND SHIRTLESS BRANDON BOYD

Okay. There’s no doubt I’m still in recovering from the love mushiness for Brandon. 

Nevertheless, here’s my attempt for a constructive review of the concert.

The concert started on time. UP Dharma Down set the mood.  Although, I like their songs, I was thinking of other bands to be the front act—like maybe Urbandub??

Here are some of my comments: 

It was bitin–I felt like UDD had more stage time.

They did not play DIG and LOVE HURTS. WHy why why…

I like the sequence of the songs– a little of the old and new.

Most of  the songs that I liked were played. If I’m not mistaken here are the songs they played in the LIGHT GRENADES album: QUICKSAND, A KISS TO SEND US OFF, OIL AND WATER, LIGHT GRENADES and ANNA MOLLY [ Not in particular order]

They were a bit aloof? No–I don’t think this is the right term.They weren’t as receptive as I was expecting. They do encourage crowd participation, though. 

The crowd was still tamed. I was expecting RIOT–like all out, hell breaking loose, mosh pit. Well, for one thing, it was not an open field. That might have did the trick.  

Mike threw his pick, Jose– his drumsticks..I so envy those in the front row.What about Brandon’s shirt??

DJ CHRIS— WE’RE NOT WORTHY!! (10,000 X) 

Brandon’s bongo-playing is SPANKIN’!!!!

There you go…this is as far as I can get. I might go back into elaborating the shirtless brandon experience and the chronicles of the fangirl.  Enough said.