How to Deal

Someone asked me if THAT somebody is texting me because HE seems worried that THAT somebody might be suffering from a major heartbreak. Then I told HIM that I didn’t need any consolement from THAT somebody when I was feeling the pain of THAT somebody’s rejection. HE asked me “why should THAT somebody console you?”. I answered by also asking HIM “Why should I console THAT somebody then?”. Conversation over.

Okay, I am worried, too. I know he needed someone to talk to when he sends me those text messages just to confirm something that is already in the mail. But what can I do? I have no load! I hate texting! [Insert more plausible reasons here]

If you get to read this you fucking insensitive bastard, I hope you do friggin’ realize that it’s hard to be in the position whatsoever of telling you the matters of dealing with something ghastly that you also made me feel. See the irony? I don’t know but I’m feeling Karma though.

My Pet Name is Bullshit

My friends calls me sexy. It’s their way of saying I’m fat as hell but I am their friend simply because I offer them my food when I’m throwing up because of eating excessively.

*Right now, I’m wishing that our company phone has some light indicator when someone calls. I’m too lazy to take out my headphone*

Back to my story. They started calling me sexy when my equally retarded fatherly figure in the office called me as such one day. Remember “Kung ako na lang sana” film by Aga and Sharon. Oh you don’t because apparently I am the only blogger who fancies Sharon Cuneta to the bones. It’s the scene when Aga called Sharon “Sexy” and she replied with “I know”. The pet name kinda sticked and even if I have already transfered employment, my officemates still calls me sexy.

Get Together Yah!

I wrote this shit while suffering from hang-over.

Part I: The Pictorial

Mara and I arranged a get together last friday. I felt sorry for her because I wasn’t able to text her that we will be indeed going out. I have no cellphone load, so really I’m sorry. Before leaving, I’ve had some pictorials:

Part II: The Dinner

After work, Cecil and I went straight to Shangri-la to meet up with her boyfriend, also my previous supervisor. We went to Crocodile Grille and ordered up. James, Onin, Wynn, Tonio, Dexter, Sheila and Ninong Rye came up later. We ate and they all blamed me for eating there and not just in NSG. Oh well we all enjoyed our meal so it doesn’t matter. Also, we played the knot the freaking cherry stalk game and only two of us made it in less than ten minutes.

Part III: The Pre Drink Off

Right after eating, we decided to go out for a drink. Then, they went straight to play counterstrike. Yes they are retards for doing that and also they made me wait for two fucking hours. I love them so I guess it’s forgivable.

Pogi

Pogi. Bakit mo ba ako laging tinitingnan? Hindi naman kita inaano! Higit sa lahat hindi ako interesado sayo.

Pogi. Bakit mo ba ako laging hinahabol? Hindi naman kita inaano! Higit sa lahat hindi naman ako nagpapahabol sa yo.

Pogi. Bakit mo ba ako inaabangan? Hindi naman kita inaano! Higit sa lahat hindi naman ako nagpapaintay sa yo.

Pogi. Bakit mo ba ako gustong kagatin? Hindi naman kita inaano! Higit sa lahat hindi naman kita sinasaktan.

Pogi. Sa uulitin, sisiguraduhin ko na may “Monosodium Glutamate” ang kakainin mo. Para bumula na ang iyong bibig at tigilan mo na ang pinagagagawa mo sa akin. Hindi ka cute. Hindi kita type.

Note: Si pogi ay aso ng kalapitbahay namin na lagi na lang akong napagtritripan. Siguro ay retarded amo niya kaya siya naging retarded. Kaya ko ito naisip ay dahil retarded lang ang nagpapangalan sa kanilang aso ng “POGI”.

Post Mother’s Day Post

Today we talk about mothers, my mother in particular.

My mother was married off to some guy who kissed her during her puberty. She didn’t know she was getting married by then. She just woke up one morning, everybody getting fuss about her looks while she was being asked to wear a white miniskirt. She saw her sister after inside the church and then they were both married on the same day. My mother was 13, my aunt 14.

Until now, I cannot fathom why her mother, my grandmother, could do such thing. I told you that I tend to hate everything I can’t rationalize; I hated my grandmother for that.

How about some EGO BOOSTING TRIP?

On one of my friend’s profile in friendster, I saw a link that will apparently determine your celebrity look alike. At first I was keen to try it but because I’m afraid that the results would show something like Bakekang, Clarissa or some ugly chick that would only depress me and make me want to commit mass murder. But I guess no one’s gonna know that I’m a bakekang look-alike, I tried it yesterday and man it was an ego booster site.

Here’s the result:

Totally Random

I  am in this internet cafe.

Sometimes, it’s nice to pissed off yourself by communing with totally random people because you have been forced to reminisce some stupid moments of your life that still pokes your heart.

So, here’s the good thing about internet cafes; you get to see random things that can make you laugh.

What the hell?

Your Brain is 33% Female, 67% Male

You have a total boy brain Logical and detailed, you tend to look at the facts And while your emotions do sway you sometimes… You never like to get feelings too involved

What Gender Is Your Brain?

Long Entry because I am Lazy

For a graphologist, the spacing on the page reflects the writer’s attitude toward their own world and relationship to things in his or her own space. If the inputted data was correct Arlene has left lots of white space on the all four borders of the paper. Arlene fills up just the center area of the page. If this is true, then Arlene has a particular shyness toward people and a fear of moving too fast in any direction. In some cultures, respecting people, rules, and adhering to protocol are ways of life. The right side of the page represents the future and the left side represents the past. Arlene seems a bit stuck in the middle, afraid to take action. Arlene seems to have a fear of looking bad or of crossing boundries. It will be easy to work with Arlene on a team, because Arlene will usually follow the rules. However, this desire to respect the boundries can often be construed as a lack of confidence and people will walk over Arlene if she is not careful.

 Arlene has a healthy imagination and displays a fair amount of trust. She lets new people into her circle of friends. She uses her imagination to understand new ideas, things, and people.

 

Die Maggot!

We just had a mock interview in the office for ISO Certification. According to our company, this is needed in order for us to gain trust from foreign clients specially in the U.S.

We are already CMMI Level 5 certified, ISO is just the icing on top of the cake. This means that 30% of my working time is dedicated for ensuring that company processes are being followed. The good thing is, I don’t have to guess what I need to do next even if I’m assigned a new responsibility for everything that everyone will do is documented.

ISO, on the other hand, also involves security threats and cleanliness. I have alienated the word cleanliness since I’ve graduated from high school but I have to follow the rules. First task is to clean the drawers. And my drawer contains: