The Undertaker!

Come to think of it, I might as well dress like the Undertaker. Graveyard here I come.

Next month, I shall be assigned in the night shift. Hmm…okay lang. My crush is also assigned in the night shift…Aha! Another reason why I should be inspired at work. What’s good about being in the night shift? Besides the night differential and hazard pay… I get to experience less traffic jams and sun exposure. It’s also an opportunity for me to veer away from the whole commuting population of the Phillipines (so jologs!) yet the higher risk of:

getting mugged
getting less VITAMIN D
having no social life
having an acne outbreak!
becoming a vampire

As pre-cautionary measures, I shall:

1. Bring a peppermint spray and if worse comes to worst a butterfly knife (BALISONG) Yatta!!!
2. Apply Tanning lotion to keep a normal-looking skin color.
3. Take good care of SKIN. Don’t be a taong grasa. Wash face before going to bed.
4. Apply necessary skin care products to control the revolting acne.
5. Drink juice instead of blood.
6. No OTs on WEEKENDS– to revive your dying SOCIAL LIFE.

Care to add?

Pressure? No Shit.

No. I don’t feel any PRESSURE right now.

Everyone in the office should start wearing a shirt with this line written on it. I mean everyone. It’s not just the numerous paperwork, the  individual projects you have to meet at the end of each quarter, the endless deadlines and requests you have to attend to.. it’s the unexpected situations—crisis management bleah bleah bleah. 

Shit does happen every now and then. And like soldiers thrown infront of the thin red line, we face every battle head on. 

And sometimes, we get shot–wounded. And every time we get shot—we have to recuperate otherwise known as redeeming oneself.

So yes, maybe we should just suck it in. Either way win or loose at least you didn’t dodge the bullet. Your scars–scary and ugly as they may seem will leave a mark– a lesson for all your stupid mistakes and a reminder that you are HUMAN. You make mistakes;even if you, among all people should  have known better.

There are times wherein you have to reboot, restart or refresh.  There is a room for errors, a space dedicated to your boo-boos a.k.a your personal recycle bin.

So ask me again if I feel any pressure… I might bite your head off. But for now, let’s call it quits.

3 little kittens

who lost their mittens….

Not! This blog is not about a nursery rhyme.

I, the angsty blogger returns with a capital V–for Vendetta.  I never expected that I can easily recover from my mentally contipated state. But here were are, fishing out juicy details about a friend’s catfight with her high school "friends".

I intend to include this in my third installation of the BURN BOOK. But o well, I guess, the creative juices are overflowing and so I must spill it before I get constipated again! But where to start….

A few months back a friend (itago na lang nating sa alias na K) had a falling out with her high school friends. They were 8 in a group.   And like the trojan war… Eris the goddess of Discord hoisted the red flag up high!!!!

The first bomb exploded in their friendster group. The battle of words and the exchange of sarcastic banters was commenced by K and D.A. a.k.a the perpertrator. There was no face to face confrontation.  There was World War III in cyberspace.  

The falling out continued. So my friend, vented out all the repressed anger in her i.ph blog and even posted it in her fs blog. That was last december 2007 or january. So last season!

After all have been said and done, she thought that the friendship was really over. The damage was done. And she moved on.

Friday. She received  the first message from the fall outs and then another last saturday. After 48 years here’s what said.

The 3 little kittens of discord. Is there another apocalyse bound to happen? Noooo. OOOOops, aren’t you all a little to late to react after all the havoc that has happened? And it seems that you’re reaction steered away from the main issue. It wasn’t about that single incident. It’s about your insensitivity. It’s about keeping your little mouths shut when you’re opinions could have made a difference. It was you’re eutopic idea of friendship. Friendship is not about the petty cover ups, it’s not about your little tea parties and turning one’s back to a friend who has been ostracized and act as if nothing happened. Not all friendships are about happily ever afters and freaking sleep overs.

And now you still have the guts to lash out. Are you all stupid? The retaliation that you have all made….is pathetic. Pathetic to the point that you all made me laugh. And as the saying goes:

Aanhin mo pa ang damo kung patay na ang kabayo.

You all think that it’s her loss and that she has balooned into the  big bad wolf. But look at all of you…

Are you happy of what you all still are?? Spinless little kittens who lost their mittens. You tell her to grow up.  But look who’s talking.. 

I get it that you have been hurt by her words and that maybe it was a little off but it was her true emotions. That was what she felt after all of you have turned a blind eye. Do you all know how it feels to be betrayed? To be abandoned? 

No, because you act and think as one.  So save all your whining because the thing is.. nothing has changed but the fact that you all are still as immature and as pathetic as ever. And I know that this may sound as "high school" as ever but hey, when did blogging became a crime?

Aren’t we all entitled of our own opinions. Besides, there was no namedropping. Do you all think that the whole cybersociety know that it was you who she was talking about? Vain much? Bleah!

So save all the drama because to tell you all honestly, we’ve grown tired to even care. Panis na ang balita. Let us all  Goozfrava ourselves and move on. Run along now little kitties…we’ve all got lives to live.

You all got served– and it served you all right.  

mental constipation

And out of the ashes….the phonenix rises!

I’ve been contemplating on what to write about for the past few days.

I’ve been trying to stumble on current events..apparently I am apathetic when it comes to politics and anything remotely connected to this topic.

I was browsing on gossip blogs and the like.. Ok, eveybody’s taking about the sad fate of Brian Gorrell. So I am linking his blog for your sake. As an advocate of the anti-social climbing society of the philippines ( ok, I made that up), I pity him.  I don’t know if this is a publicity stunt. Everyone wants a piece of that limelight. Like what Ms. Spears said–you want a piece of me chever!

Blogging is powerful especially when your blog has a lot of lurkers and avid readers. And yet, here we are powertripping.

I’m finding it hard to…blog. I’d like to rant about my exhausting trip to subic. But there are just some things better left unblogged. Too many stressful memories.

I realized that I usually blog out of my emotional outbursts, hypergraphic moments and other times out of sheer boredom. And as of now, I am not in the state of mental excitation. Nevertheless,  I intend to write again. Special thanks to my blog whores. You know who you all are.

Long live, my vampire blog. Achtung! Achtung! 

a blogger’s downfall.

should i delete my blog? hmmm..

 Reasons why I should:

1. Nothing  detrimental to the cybersociety will happen if this piece of s*** is deleted.

2. The author’s posts can be too whimsical and thus is subject to ridicule by the high and mighty pseudo writers slash posers.

3. The author has no time maintaining the blog. A dormant blog is a dead blog.

4.  The author’s passion for writing has been temporarily replaced by EXCELing. Therefore, she has been classified, sorted and filtered in the WRITER’s block section.

5. The author’s posts no longer defines her. 

Reasons why I shouldn’t:

Fill in the blanks….