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| and thus she resurfaces for air... |
[29 Nov 2008|08:09pm] |
I've almost forgotten this journal existed...then again, I really doubt anyone really reads it anymore, so it really just exists as a space where I can get thoughts out of my head, yeah?
It's probably too early for an end-of-year 2008 post. Haha. But 2008 has been a fantastic year, in so many ways. I've fulfilled some portion of my desires to travel, even if it's just domestic :P I haven't seen the inside of the airport this much like...ever. I could have even been in Davao today. Ha ha ha. For like, 7 hours. Which I chose to pass on. Maybe next time?
Being in love is hard. Haha. Sometimes you can't help but be worried that you can't be that great person that your partner deserves. (Or doesn't. Haha.) Haven't had this much on-and-off moments of heartache in like...ever. 2006 doesn't count, thank you. Yes, I shall stop being cryptic now.
Holidays will be bittersweet for me this year...I have an incredibly long vacation without having the need to file for vacation leave, but still, someone will be sorely missed. I also miss a lot of old friends...yes folks, it's the season where I start to miss college again.
Will be back in Admu on the 4th for an event, but sadly, I htink just about everyone I know is gone??? Hmmmmmmm.
I miss friends. I miss writing. I miss drawing. I miss the current love of my life. I miss staying up till 2 am doing nothing and everything. I miss being able to randomly find people to be with and drag out for coffee at different times of the day. There are many things to miss.
Do we spend most of our lives missing what we don't have?
On the plus side. I'm finding good things to appreciate at my workplace. Yes, I'm still there.
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[31 Aug 2008|07:01pm] |
Back from Davao. Why do I always end up going there on a June and August? Last year's trips were also in June and August.
Booty: Lots of pomelo, and two bags of BluGre coffee. W00t!
Also: Still not a fan of the Waterfront.
And: Getting bashed on by gay stand up comedians is fun, esp accompanied by two glasses of vodka tonic. Mmmmmmm.
Also part2: If I hear "MoA-AD" one more time, I will explode.
Also part3: To whoever stole the office laptop bag, you FAIL AT LIFE.
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[13 Aug 2008|07:50am] |
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Watching Marimar Redux Jezebel (almost) every night just for fun, and mostly to induce brain explosions and other explosions of laughter after a hard day's worth of work. The acting is morbidly bad, but I keep watching anyway just out of sheer morbid curiosity, albeit I do flip frequently in between. Hah.
a) While Marianne Rivera is indeed quite prittih, I'm actually getting bored of seeing her everywhere.
b) On that note, she's not that great an actress, btw. I think Angel Locsin acts better.
c) That tape-sticker thing on her face supposed to pass for a horrendous disfigurement / scar is really...just a sticker. It looks like a sticker, and no way in hell does it even remotely resemble any physical disfigurement at all. It looks more like a tattoo job gone horribly wrong, or like she fell asleep and some kid decides to superglue his latest art project on her face. Hmmm. (It also shows on tv that it is, quite obviously, a sticker.)
d) Also on that note: despite bad sticker on face, she's not really as "panget" (ugly) as people in the show shriek quite often.
e) Last night's scene where the kid got run over by a car had me doubling in laughter. Like. Really. DOubling in laughter AND screaming WTF WTF WTF over and over again. My dear writers + producers + actors: if someone is run over, chances are, they've broken bones or fractured bones, and obviously the last thing you want is the person attempting to touch your face with the side that was hit by the car. Uhmmm. Yeah. Btw, your wound is on the wrong side, not to mention Marimar Jezebel Isabelle Marianne shouldn't even be flopping you around like a ragdoll after being hit. Hmmmm.
f) PS, that scene was like a cardboard cut out from a bad death scene, complete with the "....speech speech...faint faint...speech...faint..."
g) I think I'll stop now. :|
h) PS, what happened to the storyline that Dingdong Dantes had to marry Bianca King because his father claimed he staked his entire fortune on that marriage (i.e. if you don't marry chick, ur broke)? So she's in some coma (plot device #222) in a hospital, and DD decides to run off and marry Marianne Rivera's fake enemy who-is-stealing-her-face-huh?.
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I am also finallg back to reading. Or should I say, Reading? Have picked up Jasper Fforde recently, and finished The Big Over Easy while in HK, and have picked up the next book, The Fourth Bear. Brilliant shit. Jack Sprat / eats no fat / had a wife / ate no lean / platter clean? I've actually forgotten the story of Goldilocks now, which I am about to look up in the next five seconds. Nursery Crime Division = ftw.
Everyone keeps telling me to pick up his Thursday Next series instead, as they say it's infinitely better? Have picked up The Well of Lost Plots first as apparently it crosses over to the Jack Spratt series for starters. Hmmmmmm.
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PPPS: DARK KNIGHT = WIN!
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[27 Jul 2008|04:31pm] |
Dear mother,
Kindly stop meddling in the business that is my life, and furthermore, please stop talking to me like I'm a stupid 6 year old ignorant about things, and please, I know how to play my own game. While you may think you know better, please take into consideration that the times have changed, and one must bend with time, and not everyone thinks as you do anymore and/or are stuck with ideas dating from the Dark Ages. Also: Please stop looking through my things that are clearly none of your business.
Thank you.
End of public service announcement.
Not much love,
T.
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[22 Jul 2008|09:47pm] |
Dear people at the Metro Rail Transit System:
You guys know that the numbers of commuters have more than tripled in the past couple of weeks.
The least you can do is to keep up your efficiency level, you nitwit dickwads.
No love,
Tchan
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| I iz immensely boredz |
[02 Jul 2008|08:08am] |
I pulled a nerve the other day, which resulted to me being almost unable to move my neck to the left. Luckily, with a few phone calls to certain familial members and my chiropractor, I'm almost better. I think I semi-pulled something again this morning. :| (I never learn?)
This morning, on the drive to work, there was this dark green Urvan driving in front of us. Peering closely at the base of his trunk, you can see that the van's owner attached stuff that looks like fake fingers. Arranged in such a way as how a pair of hands might look should they ever get stuck underneath the door to the trunk. Wtf?
I need some kick-ass planning to do...to all Manila people, is there actually anything better to do in Manila than going to the mall?? :| Need suggestions please. :|
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[18 Jun 2008|12:18am] |
Back from Davao.
I ran into the weirdest people, I swear. From RMT at the Davao airport upon arrival (wtf #1), to Tobi at the hotel (wtf #2), to EJ at the Davao airport going BACK (wtf?!). Hmmm. Oh well.
Blugre coffee / cafe is fantastic. Manila is sorely missing this cafe, along with this marvelous invention of Durian coffee. Mmmmmmmm.
Paradise Island, btw, is quite nice, however, have a gnawing sense of being milked for every bit of my money, which somehow detracted from the experience. Oh well.
Eden Nature Park is quite pretty.
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[07 May 2008|07:38am] |
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So. Out with ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) heavenlysign's friends for his birthday. And yes, graphic design books are the grand equivalent of pr0n, before you start reminding me in your not-so-subtle way.
It turns out I took way too many photos again. Maybe around 40 in that short two hours? And yes, 1/2 of the pictures are of Betty, 1/3 goes to Remy, and the rest to the rest of us + group shots + random food shots.
I'm less angsty and vitriolic this morning, at least. Of course, it could well be because it's 7am and the office is still relatively quiet, not to mention that I'm half falling asleep in front of my computer. Why the heck am I here again at 7ish when the office opens at 9?!
Oh right. Makati morning rush hour avoidance.
I actually had something productive to say this morning, except now it's completely out of my head.
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[30 Jan 2008|09:24am] |
I think I'm alive? And 23. Haha. How horrible! Not really.
Quite bored shitless at work, currently. Thought I would be the only one in today, as my officemates have seemed to take turns getting sick the past three days or so. Today, another 7am text saying xxx won't be coming in, which only leads me to speculate that the other one might not come in and I'd be all by myself. Oh, yippeyayey?
...that was an hour ago, thankfully, now we're two.
So I'm right back where I started: lost, uncertain, no idea what to do. I don't know if I should weather it here, or to look for greener pastures, and the corporate life still refuses to call out to my brain...so maybe I will do the rounds of the NGOs one more time...? D: I seriously need a non-brain-degenerating post, really, and do more stuff with my so-called life. Hah.
At least there are particular bright spots in my life right now. hah hah hah.
Okay, that didn't really make any sense...I'm quite losing the urge to blog.
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[27 Dec 2007|11:53pm] |
Well. Benazir Bhutto is dead. I think our Pakistan office won't be opening for awhile, not to mention our Afghanistan office won't be moving for awhile. :|
Kind of wonder that maybe she should've stayed in exile.
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[27 Dec 2007|09:25pm] |
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I did manage to make that French Onion soup redux, complete with cheese croutes and all--except it went by quite fast that I didn't really have time to take pictures of the finished product. Soup on bowl, topped with french bread with molten cheese on top. Yum.
I also managed to finally make that long sought-after Passion Fruit sorbet--actually, more of a granita, after much trouble of acquiring Passion fruit. Took me almost an hour of lining up at Rustan's Gateway, to think there were less than 5 people in line. Needless to say I was pretty much cranky by the time I was paying, and was in pretty much no mood to be nice when they fucked up. ("Oh no, where's the price tag?" Me: *nastily* That's not the price indicated where I got it, I ain't paying extra.") Not to mention I got into an argument with the LRT guard, who insisted that you can't bring bottles on board, when hello, this is my second time bringing a bottle home. Sigh. Also, mental note to self: Add some water to granita.
On a non-culinary related topic, I managed to acquire that Acoustically the Beatles album I've been eyeing for the past two weeks. It's another one of those acoustic Beatles cover albums, easy listening featuring Luca Colombo, Andrea Braido and Giorgio Cordini.
I AM IN LOOOOVE. :D
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| What are the odds? |
[29 Nov 2007|09:07pm] |
I actually work quite near the Manila pen, maybe modestly 4-5 blocks away. If one didn't know what was going on outside the walls of the office, one would never guess there was a coup going on less than a kilometer away.
No, I actually didn't hear any gunshots. Haha.
Commuting was a nightmare, as all the walkable paths to the station were virtually closed, so lots of detouring, long-cutting, and shit-walking had to happen. Imagine my horror when, upon being dropped off at the Rufino skyway, one finds the skyway closed, and upon closer inspection, the underpasses, too. Yag.
Amusingly, I met someone from the French Embassy yesterday, who commented that only after being only 2 months in the Philippines, he's witnessed
a) A shootout (the Pacific Star holdup fiasco), where he was right there at Starbucks
b) Storms
c) Two bombings (the Congress and the Glorietta one, whatever that was)
d) Scandal after scandal in the Government
e) An earthquake
and now...a coup d'etat. What are the odds?
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MOstly I wonder...did Trillanes ever just think that nothing will be solved at the end of the day. I do kind of feel sorry for the Pen.
Also: MY uncle, who is getting married tomorrow, was staying at the Pen. Ha ha ha. And Mr. Schier, our guest at the moment, decided to go to Mandarin around 11:10 am, and got stuck as the coup began around 11:20. What are the odds?
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[30 Oct 2007|11:18pm] |
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Sinking deeper into the endless mudpit that is ___. Shit. Why can't I just be rational when it comes to things that count?
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[20 Oct 2007|01:57pm] |
Well, was at the Asian Institute of Management yesterday when the bomby thing went off. Had no idea. (For those who don't know, AIM is right across Greenbelt 1.) Just got text messages about it. So that was weird. To think I pass Glorietta every afternoon on the way home.
Oh god how am I gonna get home next week now.
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[15 Oct 2007|10:57pm] |
That was a rather shitty weekend. Well, not that bad, but it was exactly what I expected: all work, 0% fun. (Okay, the alcohol last Friday kind of made up for it. I think that will be the last half-shot of Grappa I will ever have in my whole life.) I think I will demand at least an extra day off because not only did I NOT have a holiday last Friday, I also did not have my Saturday. And no overtime pay! Grrrr....
My problem with work is that at some point, it's all become work and I don't even enjoy it anymore, sad to say. I used to be excited, actually, I was excited to go back working there, but right now, I'm having second thoughts...Tough. C'est la vie, je pense.
So I've also been running into weird things at work.
I ran into Ino's father last weekend, who happened to be one of our resource speakers for the conference. So, ha ha, that was kind of funny. Also met a possible "distant" relative somewhere in Quirino...who just happens to be the governor. Lol. He has been dubbed my fake uncle cousin.
I've also run into Girl X, who happens to be the girl who heads the project of Headaches at work, who happens to be this chick that was in my volleyball class back in sophomore year (she was a freshie). So when she walked into the office awhile ago, that was rather weird. Ha ha. And their finance chick used to go to ICA. Uhm. Yeah?
On the way home, I ran into Karlo at the train station, and on the train, I ran into Bea...this is turning out to be a weird day.
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[30 Sep 2007|05:50pm] |
Somehow I'm not particularly crushed.
No, I'm not talking about the game.
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[24 Sep 2007|10:40pm] |
I figured I'd make a short list of pet peeves, just for kicks.
-Salespeople who follow you around the store
-Salespeople who follow you around the store thinking you will steal something!
-Salespeople who follow you around the store AND fix everything you touch within eyeshot.
-NOT being given a menu in a restaurant (while everyone else is given one.)
-SUVs
-SUVs with a wang-wang (siren)
-Politicians who ride SUVs with wang-wangs.
-People who walk like they're walking along Luneta (a park) in the middle of people-rush-hour.
-And...people who stick to you like glue while in line. Really. Can't you give people a little space???
...I figured most of my pet peeves revolved around similar things.
My current fear at work is that I'll be reduced to really just being a glorified intern and/or being reduced to just the chick who does everyone's powerpoint presentations and/or writes reports and takes pictures, while clearly I signed up looking to learn some organizational skills. :|
Still deciding between acquiring a Nikon D40 DLSR or a Canon 400d. :| A Trip to Abenson did not help, clearly.
Also: Lunch out with Evert. What a liebchen!
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