new year post

its the 31st of december! woooopeeeedoooo! happy new year!

i know i sound too happy. too hyper. too excited.

i know im supposed to be sick because i filed for a sick leave from work.

but miracles happen.

the moment i stepped into the hot pavement of cubao, i was healed.

so even if i have tons of meds with me, i feel like the healthiest.

happy new year to all of us!

~.~

so somebody asked me about my new year’s resolutions. i drew a blank. i don’t usually make new year’s resolutions. i make plans. future plans. for the coming year.

so here’s my Battle Plan for 2006!

1. get a new job. a job il love. a job il keep.

2. get on with the walking-down-the-aisle move. motif: sunshine yellow.

3. start writing seriously again. start submitting articles again. be an active guilder again.

4. finish that children’s book ive been writing for 3 years already.

5. buy more books! read more books!

6. be less bitchy and irritable and moody.

7. cease slacking and slumping and being a certified couch potato.

8. cut the screaming sessions.

9. spend more time with my family.

10. love more. learn more. live more.

there.

that’s like a summary of everything i have planned. but im a very spontaneous person so you just don’t know what’ll happen next. but this is my battle plan and will definitely push through!

anyway, ive got some new year shopping to do! yehey!

happy, happy, happysarah

was simply slacking at work. browsing through some blogs. bored to death. dying with a headache. ears hurting. eyes burning. and ended up with this:

You plan ahead, and are interested in beauty, design, outward appearance, and symmetry.
You are a person who thinks before acting, intelligent and thorough.
You are affectionate, passionate, expressive, and future-oriented.
You are a talkative person, maybe even a busybody!
You enjoy life in your own way and do not depend on the opinions of others

really. hmmm. so even if im slumped half dead at work at 6 in the morning i could still be the happysarah that i am. *wink, wink*

beware of the assuming clipboard lady and other stories

to those asking how am doing.

am i feeling better?

am i still sick?

am i still alive?

here’s my answer:

bitchy today, aren’t we?

not really.

just being factual.

and desperate.

i need a different job.

help.

is there anybody out there who can give me glamorous day job?

il wash your car for a year.

just tear me out of this keyboard.

ack.

~.~

i was running into a 30-min call with a customer with a slow pc and a slow mind. plus a bonus router and additional wireless laptop. im doing fine. call flow is okay. i mean, its not my fault that the cu keeps on forgetting how to click open his browser or that his pc is extremely ancient it goes back to the stone age and that he’s so fussy he insists to try surfing for 10-minutes on his own even after i connect his desktop just so he can make sure his homepage is not a hoax. so a normal below 15-min call goes waaayyyy beyond what i expected but its okay with me…so im sitting here, browsing through my favorite sites while my customer now tries to surf on his wireless laptop…taking his own sweet time…checking emails…offline messages…porn sites…then suddenly this girl with a clipboard whose only job, i assure you, is walk around the floor to end long calls for us agents and ask our customers how we did on the call, how’s the service and all that shit then ends the call with you can always call us back for help, we’re open 24/7 as if they’re gonna be there to answer their ranting and cursing.

so back to the clipboard-lady. she comes up with a knowing look and asks, do you need help?

i wanted to answer back: do i look like an idiot?

but i got hold of my sanity before it could slide down the carpeted floor and just gave her a blank face and a thumbs up. im glad she’s not as slow as my customer so she understood that im an expert in hooking wireless routers and that she can leave me alone to deal with the call.

trivia: the clipboard lady i learned has been promoted prematurely. 1 month on training. 1 month on training taking calls. 1 month taking calls on production. and the next month, tada! she’s promoted! fireworks! raised eyebrows! a lot of whispering on the floor! how’d she manage that? beats me.

no, we’re not envious. definitely not bitter. try taking calls for 7 months. try dealing with stupid, insane, perverted customers who have dsl problems for 7 months. experience resolving one issue to another, from the common to the complicated for 7 months. it makes you feel like a pro. even if you get downtimes (like failing surveys for only-god-knows-what reason), you know that you know what you’re doing.

so when im in a middle of troubleshooting a complicated customer-have-wireless-equipment-and-multiple-desktops-but-he-is-stupid which i can assure you i can troubleshoot with eyes closed (because ive had the same issue a kadillion times ive memorized the steps), don’t come up to me you clipboard lady who only took calls for 2 months and decided to apply for promotion on the first chance and got lucky(?) to be promoted because hey, you only had 2 months worth of stats while i have 7 months worth spiced with fucked-up surveys.

so just continue your job, prancing around the floor. peeking at our timers. looking for above 15-min calls where you nudge the agent and assume she’s/he’s lost at what she’s/he’s doing and offer help. because you might have been lucky today since i got hold of myself, but you might not be lucky the next time. im bitchy when i want to. and im bitchy when i know my place. so know your place. and that is to walk around the room staring at your clipboard. if that’s how you call productive, then you can drown in it.

ahhhhhh.

that felt good. soooooo good. can’t wait to go home and rant about it again.

anyway, that 30-min call? the customer was so glad he got connected on both his desktop and laptop he could have hugged me if i was beside him.

teehee!

i still want another job, though.

im praying, praying hard for one.

i am not ebenezer scrooge female version

im typing this entry down with approximately 30 minutes of sleep as of december 26, 2005. its december 27, 2005 at 5 in the morning at work. im half crazy, half miserable. again. i love it.

im supposed to be on a sick leave. but decided to act stupid and come to work. besides, il be off on a 3-day weekend for the new year. going down to manila to get a life. hopefully.

well christmas celebration for us is a so-so event. again. this year. i was sick last week. doctor’s diagnosis: Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. surprise, surprise. so i was slaving myself to work. so here’s a result for all that overtimes and headaches and fucked-up mornings. and to top that, i now have Chronic Chondritis topped with something else (i have problems understanding my doctor’s handwriting on my medical certificate). so now, im taking tons of meds and scheduled for an ECG, CBC and all other medical stuff they call Laboratory Exams where they poke out some blood or tissue or whatever from your body so they could have somthing to put under their microsocopes. hail to science and technology!

anyway, we had a simple noche buena. simple because it consisted of me, my mom, my brother, sister and geebee and a bottle of good fruity red wine. i ate till i felt like bursting (which is not new) and drank till i felt like going faint. i was impossible. remember, i was sick that night. but its christmas. i tried my best to be merry. well we still had fun. we (me and geebee) ended up watching a dvd marathon at our apartment afterwards while my brother and sister were stuck with the PS and my mom…well my mom just stayed up with them.

it was boring. i miss the old christmases. with grand family reunions. lots and lots of crisp bills they throw around at you. noisy little brats running around screaming christmas carols. it was different then.

i feel old.

i miss my dad. so much. he wasn’t able to come home. work had him tied up. i miss him on christmas day.

anyway, me and geebee were still able to wake up at 6 am to attend the 7 am christmas day mass at the Baguio Cathedral. Contrary to popular belief, there were only a few people who attended the morning mass. we were seated near the front, so the layman scrambled up to us to take the wine and host to the altar during offertory. we were both overwhelmed. its an amazing experience. its christmas day. december 25. and we were to offer the wine and host on the christmas day mass. together. we both wished geebee’s dad was there to take our picture. its worth a picture.

but all in all, even if i sound really miserable, i still enjoyed this christmas. promise.

sick on xmas eve

its christmas eve. im here at the office. at 10:16pm. not to work as previously promised. but to file my sick leave. was slumping at home since last weds. its already saturday. i can’t understand what my doctor has written on my med cert. all i know is im sick. on a christmas eve. nothing beats this christmas.

im sick.

i miss my dad.

its freezing out here.

argh.

oh well, have a very merry christmas everybody!

to those who insist im fat

i love this banner. 

need i say more?

kare-kare + custard cake + watermelon slices don’t go together

i had a painful saturday night. no we didn’t lash at each other. i had a stomachache. the worst. it was so painful that i can’t lie down straight. or get up. or take in anything for that matter. except a couple of hyperacidity pills. ugh.

saturday has been named offical pigfest day for me and geebee a couple of months ago. that’s when we got lucky and had our day offs at the same day. so we’d go out and eat. and eat. and eat. and eat some more. remember the 18-inch pizza binge that had me woozy for 2 days? you get the picture.

so last saturday was no different from the other saturdays that we had. we had a moment of argument because i wanted to have my haircut at SM David’s and he’s insisting that since we’re at Session Road already why don’t i have it at the David’s shop located at Session. no. he insisted. no. he tried cajoling me into it. i told him to leave me alone. he blurted out something. i haven’t had sleep since 10 pm the previous night and im not in the mood for any lashing of words. so i walked away from him as if i don’t know him. i climbed towards SM not caring whether he’s following me or not. by the time i was finished having my bag checked, he came up to me with a very serious face. i continue to ignore him. i went straight to David’s. he still followed me like a stray dog. he sat on the receprion area while i speak with my hairstylist. it took an hour to cut off my hair and blow dry it. i was soooo tempted to have it shortened just to piss him off more but i had second thoughts. after the haircut, i swept past him, breezed outside and started thinking where to go next when geebee draped a shoulder around me. okay. im hungry. maybe we could have a conversion over lunch. so lunch we went.

2 cups of rice each, a steaming and creamy pot of beef kare-kare, a helping of chicken kebab and ice cream for dessert.

we always make peace over good food. so while scoffing our faces with the yummy, yummy goodies, we made peace with each other. that’s what food always does to us. isn’t that amazing?

and after approximately 1 hour, i felt a queasy feeling on my stomach. not the i-need-to-go-to-the-CR-hand-me-diatabs kind of feeling. its hyperacidity. too much food. i haven’t had anything for breakfast. i was extremely hungry before i had that heavy HEAVY lunch. so in short, nabigla ang tyan ko so because of that nagrebelde sya.

nagrerebeldeng tyan.

duh.

but the show must go on. we were at SM anyway so why not finish whatever business we have planned earlier to do there?

i was in pain while looking for the perfect audio converter. i was in pain while choosing a dvd. i was in pain while we go through the grocery zigzagging among the aisles careful not to bump anyone. i was in pain while waiting in line to have our stuff bagged. i was in pain inside the taxi on the way home.

geebee whipped pork sigsig, 500 grams of pure sisig, and i was in pain just looking at it being cooked to perfectness.

i had 2 spoonfulls and gave up.

i was in pain.

i wanted to gobble up half the pan. its sisig, who wouldn’t?

pain.

by sunday i was a little bit relieved so i went easy on anything greasy. but by nighttime, over a dvdv marathon (Balto I, II and III) we scoffed down an oval shaped, leche flan look-alike custard cake. one whole custard cake. ack. and after movie #2, i grabbed a plateful of ice-cold watermelon slices. gawd. no wonder ive been having indigestion issues. im such a pig. i can’t help it. who doesn’t love to eat?

                                                              ~.~

so its confirmed. on or before March. he verified himself while we were lunching at Gerry’s Grill while sitting on SM’s veranda overlooking baguio’s piney trees while im freezing from the cold gust of wind that continue envelope us. it wasn’t romantic or anything. just enlightening. its finally confirmed. on or before March. good grief.

                                                              ~.~

ive just suddenly realized how personal my blog has become. day-to-day activities. adventures and misadventures. laughter and tears. rants and raves. you count it. i dunno why. maybe because i found a refuge. sure, i keep a journal but i rarely write on it now. its because of the work. i spent almost all of my waking hours infront of a PC with the glories of internet surfing to accompany me. so no woder i can’t help but blog. its a new culture. and im part of it.

chopsuey thoughts

im in a total slump right now. its that time of the month. no, definitely not the im-having-cramps-go-to-hell thingy. its the im-so-fuckin-tired-of-this-job scene again. its my regular monthly burn-out. and im embracing it. and im thinking of going AWOL. im just plain fed up. my brain’s freezing again. im off to being the Grouchiest Agent of the Year. *guffaws*

                                                                 ~.~

its a week before christmas. a week! funny why im reacting this way. there won’t be any its-christmas-lets-all-get-drunk-and-parteee moments for me. im coming to work on christmas eve. very exciting. haha. wats new. ive become a work slave. crazy. crazy. CRAZEEE. well, at least im not gonna be alone. i have my fellow crazies with me who either are really scheduled to come to work or are simply coming in because of the huge HUGE double pay. well so much for christmas spirits.

jingel bells, jingle bells, jingle all the wayyyyyyy…….awaaayyyy…far, far awaaaayyy…

don’t get me wrong. im not turning into a female version of ebenezer scrooge. this is just plain work. im being professional. that’s why im ditching the yuletide tingly feeling for a ranty 9-hour hell in front of my office PC on a freezing cold christmas eve. can’t wait. ugh.

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so im getting pretty excited about one thing. first, bob ong’s fifth book is out: Stainless Longganisa which will surely rock my ass once i grab a copy and start leafing through it. bob ong is one cool and demented guy. he rocks my world!

2nd, im excited for new year. that is because i will be going down to manila to celebrate it with geebee and his family. but its like this. 20% excited of celebrating it there and 80% excited of burning my loot! wahahahaha! ive been dying to spend for myself but ultimate resistance is gripping me. my secret: there’s a lot more choices to choose from the shops in manila than here in baguio. so there goes! well besides from that dvd player and tons of cd’s we splurged on last week, eveything is plain scrimping. but come new year, everything will be spankin’ new! wahooo! now that’s something i look forward to.

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now i know ive been a good girl. ive worked for almost 10 hours a day for 6 days a week for the past 7 months. ive driven myself to madness so i can earn my own loot and not ask from daddy like i was a 6 year old kid who can’t even afford to buy a lollipop. ive been totally patient, well maybe there are instances when i simply throw my brain for a moment so i can curse and rant at how life is so fucked up but i always admit my bitchiness at the end and say sorry to geebee the day after i lash at him like he’s the source of my misery. i also took care, taking care and will continue to look after my mom who is at the moment going through some extreme medication because of her heart failure. ive tried my best to be there for my brother and sister (read: doing internet research for their assignments!). ive tweaked a number of friendster lay-outs for friends and office mates because they’re either too lazy to learn the ropes or are simply stuck on how to get the correct html code so that their background would be flickery and glittery like mine. ive cooked meals that are so damn good (according to the only person who scoffs them all up: geebee) which has proven that ive ramped up on my wifey skills. and even if ive gone eccentric doing my job, i still find time for my family and friends even if its a simple offline message, tag message or email.

i want to believe ive been more nice than naughty this year. so dear santa, ive just posted my wishlist last time and it has pictures to go with it so i hope you get the hint. *wink, wink*

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i dunno if i was hearing it right last night or im simply hallucinating. but geebee said somehing about getting married on or before March next year. am i hearing it right??!! so there’s a definite date already??!! really??!! seriously??!! i dunno…i was woozy from lack of sleep when he mentioned that. i can’t even remember why and how that statement got into the picture. all i know is that im in a twisted heap of pillows, bedsheet, comforter and more pillows with a heavy feeling of stress and the light headed and nauseous feeling of sleeping barely 2 hours when he uttered those words. today’s our off. will be on rampage for another day of pigfest so will have time to corner him and straighten things out…basta by March kasal na tayo…waaahhh! did he really say that?

my i-want-them-cuz-its-christmas wishlist

we can all feel it. christmas. and whether we admit it or not, besides from the tingling and warm feeling of family get-togethers and breezy simbang gabi nights we all look forward to, there is the gift-giving part that adds up to the excitement that this yuletide season brings in every year.

and with that comes in a long list of i-want-this-and-that-for-christmas. for me, i decided to post the pictures and hope that my friends, relatives, loved ones, lovers (haha!), ex-lovers (wahaha!) would read about it and feel generous (rich) enough to give me any of the items on my ambitious wishlist.

here you go!

books. yeah im a bookworm. deal with it. teehee.

gadgets. we all have an inner geek lurking inside us. weeeee.

footwear. flip flops is the new manolo blahniks. lacoste = 21st century sneaks.

glasses. a decent pair. doesn’t have to be brand named. daddy, are you reading this?

tanong ko lang

minsan talaga ang buhay parang pelikula. parang tagalog pocketbook na pinaparentahan ng P10 sa 3 tatlong araw. parang mahabang sulat kay ate charo. parang makabagbag damdaming drama sa radyo. parang panaginip.

bakit kung minsan may mga pangyayari sa buhay na bigla na lang umeeksena? bakit kung kelan akala mo alam mo na ang gusto mo, sigurado ka na sa nararamdaman mo, planado na ang buhay mo ay bigla ka na lang natitisod, nadadapa at nawawalan ng ala-ala?

may mga bagay na sadyang hindi sinasadya. o kaya pwede ring alam mo na ang kakalabasan pero nagbubulag-bulagan ka lang. kahit na alam mong pwedeng magbago ang takbo ng buhay mo sa isang iglap ay pinabayaan mong lamunin ka ng nararamdaman mo at kalimutang may nakalaan na dahil lang sa nagpadala ka sa bugso ng damdamin.

napakaraming tanong.

gulong-gulong utak.

malabo.

ano ba talaga?

movie marathons = comatose sundays

ingredients for a perfect weekend:

pig fest at mcdonald’s at 9 in the morning (read: sarsi float + twister fries + double cheeseburger + apple pie).

double espresso machiatto for me and iced chocolate for him right after the pig fest while viewing baguio’s lush mountains plus a bonus of morning fog brushing our hair. heaven.

bargain hunting for vcd’s that are on sale (weee! 100/cd): mighty ducks I, II & III + princess diaries 2 + so close. add 2 dvd steals: the transporter + 7in1 animated movies (balto I, II & III plus polar express, ice age, madagascar and brother bear).

roaming the great supermall for a perfect pair of flip flops (aside form havaianas).

a spontaneous decision to purchase a brand new dvd player (wahat?!). 

going home to a movie marathon that lasted the whole night and left me on a comatose spree for the rest of sunday.

 aaahhhh…that’s the life that im talking about.

                                                            ~.~

i admit, im too darn lazy to continue. normally, id make kwento on every detail that transpired during my dreamy, dreamy weekends. but not today. no. im lazy.

go away.

                                                             ~.~

i know. im quite bitchy/moody/lazy. its because ive been having my ‘ole hyperacidity spasms since sunday. reasons: too much espresso. too much smoking. too much tea. all in all, i had too much of everything i should NOT be taking. good grief. its all my fault. and right now i can feel the pain in my midsection again. i feel nauseous. promise i really won’t give in to a steaming cup of coffee on a foggy, breezy and cool saturday morning anymore.

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i had a weird conversation with one of my regular friends online. really weird. and alarming. very complicated. uh-oh. sometimes complicated can mean something confusing. oopppss.

pretend i didn’t say that!

pop-up massacre

eat your pop-ups! eat your pop-ups!

faint now! faint now!

die now! die now!

relax. these are just one liners that me and my 2 other seatmates has been accustomed to using for the past week.

history behind these insane one-liners?

i had a customer who called in complaining that since the day she got bellsoouth dsl, she’s been bombarded with a kadillion pop-ups. so i told her to get a life and offered to download and install our free pop-up catcher.

so we did.

her pc was slow, and so is she so that took us a good 20 minutes to finish.

we reopened her internet explorer and she screamed out in horror, pop-ups! pop-ups! so i had her download and install good ‘ole google toolbar which i myself use. after that we reboot her ancient pc and had her reopen again her browser.

she went faint, i guess, because according to this dumb-ass she still has pop-ups.

im tired. an 8 minute call is going 30 minutes and effing climbing!!!!

im gonna tear hear apart when i see her walking down session road! (which is, of course, impossible because she’s located in Georgia. good for her).

i asked her if she has anything on her google toolbar saying if it blocked any pop-up. miss stupid said, there’s something that says 5 blocked? how did that happen?

die now please!

mustering enough sincerity in my voice, i informed her that the pop-up advertisements has been blocked. then she goes, but i still have pop-ups!

i made her read the pop-ups and she read them to me one by fuckin’ one.

WinFixer blah blah.

Spyware Scanner blah blah.

Internet Security blah blah.

Firewall blah blah.

oh why did mother earth let these kind of people roam the universe?

all of her pop-ups are not actually the advertisement pop-ups that a pop-up blocker would keep it away because these are warning messages coming from her PC itself.

In short, her ancient PC is messed up like her brain. i told her that and told her to kill herself. just kiddin’.

so at first she wouldn’t believe me.

you bitch!

but i raised my voice and made it as stern and cold as possible. i told her to read between the lines. that im gonna evaporate from where im seated and reappear behind her to strangle her with my headset cable.

no. again, im just wishing out loud. 

i just told her to contact a PC technician to have her PC cleaned. she paused for a good 15 seconds. i was cursing under my breath. she takes my suggestion and hungs up.

im seething with anger by then.

1 hour! 1-hour call! just because of so-called pop-ups! aaaaaaaarggghhhh!

the next time i get a call like that, id tell them to eat their fuckin’ pop-ups, go faint and die!

breathe in. breathe out.

so after that. we’ve been pushing the mute button on our phones and mimic our customers adding those one-liners. it takes out the stress.

*giggles*

im howkey now. its saturday. my off. tomorrow is sunday. also my off.

*big smile*

random rantings

i can’t think of anything worthy to write about for the past 3 days. life is once again as boring as a white bond paper. blank. clean and clear. white as snow. blank. argh. well unless i want to rant about how for the past 3 days we’ve been receiving loads of calls because of an email server outage with our dsl. in short, we’ve been swamped. and is still being swamped. and because of that my life has once again become a horror movie. title: The Revenge of the Customers-Who-Cant-Send-Emails. bleh. too long. so scratch it. how about, My Fucked-Up Life. argh. too angsty. take this: Life Infront of a PC. haha! goddamn.

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obviously, my mind is not functioning properly. either it went on a hiatus again without my permission or it simply ignored to do its work so it just sits there inside my cranium, being the insensitive ****** that it is. blah. blah. blah. blank.

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everybody is raving about how Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire is so so good and so so amazing and so so ang ganda that im tempted to watch it. yikes! my brother is beginning to salute me for my resistance because while everybody else is running to the theatres and fighting their way for premiere tickets last last week, im sitting here in front my PC watching movie trailers for 9 hours. im completely deadma on that harry potter crazie that everybody’s pushing. he can’t believe it. my sister cannot believe it. his friends cannot believe it. my officemates cannot believe it. they better believe it. and i hope they’re not reading this now!

i wish they would change flicks this weekend and remove that last Harry Potter slot that’s still open before i morph and wear a cape and watch the giddy movie that’s derived from a book that’s supposed to have sold a kadillion copies universe-wide.

i want Aeon Flux.

i want Chronicles of Narnia.

I sort of want King Kong.

i dying to watch Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros. i swear id kill if i miss that movie. Magnifico was magnificent. I have the feeling that this movie would be magnificent as well.

i still wish they would remove Harry Potter by saturday. or else, i would have no choice but watch it. if that happens, i think wearing a cape would be a swell idea.

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im thinking of getting myself a new pair of eyeglasses. my eyes hurt all the time. im having headaches a couple of times a day. my vision is blurred sometimes. i can’t see the tv hosts’ faces if i don’t have my glasses on (which sucks…not the idea of wearing glasses but the glasses itself sucks). i started wearing one 4 years ago. lost 2, messed up 1 and currently using one that my dad bought for me because im too tamad to go to an eye doctor for my yearly check-up and buy me a new pair of glasses. that was last august. its already december and the glasses he gave me is ready to retire. maybe because i only use it at home when watching tv or when my eyes hurt so much. well…its just that…i don’t like the design of the frame. my dad chose it for me. i wanted something from Burberry but that is out of the question. my first glasses was a silver framed Lacoste and i lost it. i immediately bought another with the same brand and guess what, lost it again. so the third glasses is a generic one which looked good but after 1 month i accidentally sat on it. stupid. i did not move my ass to get one for over a year because my eyes could still function properly without one. until my dad arrived and insisted on getting me one. his choice. no branded frames. as long as it works. as long as it looks expensive. will do. but now, it sucks and my eyes hurt every 1 minute and i have to have a new one. maybe when i go down manila by new year. im thinking…il get something with a nice frame…something fancy maybe? aahh.. i dunno…but my eyes hurt. and admit it or not, i NEED one. ASAP.

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i had a misdirected call. the customer was asking if he’s calling the hospital. i almost said: no sir, you’re calling hell…*insert evil laugh here. but i did not. i just said no and pressed on the mute button so i can burst out. i laughed for a good 10 seconds after i got back to him to confirm that he’s calling BellSouth Tech Support. he calmly admitted his stupidity and hung up before i could transfer him to 911. haha!

c. little vs. manfred

i watched Chicken Little last saturday. as promised. it was a funny, funny movie. well its actually a funny-cute-funny-dramatic-sort-of-but-still-funny movie. haha!

we watched it amidst screaming little kids. half of them are aware they’re watching an animated movie while half of them how no idea what they’re doing sitting in a huge living room with a huugggeee television in front of them.

but like i said, the movie is an A. Walt Disney outdid itself this time. i mean, with Pixar dominating the animated world for sometime. but…but…Ice Age is still my first love. chicken little maybe awfully cute (so cute i have a screenmate of him shaking his booty on my desktop), but manfred is just so stupid it hurts. weh!

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 i had a boring  weekend. i did watch a movie and had my dose of SM (we were looking for the perfect teflon pan..ahihihi) but all in all, it was still a ho-hum weekend. i slept. and slept. and slept. and snored. and slept. good way to spend a weekend. so by monday afternoon, after having a 5-hour nap, i don’t feel like coming to work at 8pm. i still feel like…sleeping…ZzzzzZzzzzzzZZZ…

                                                               ~.~

we were having a discussion, me and geebee, the topic: kids. wahat?! well before all hell breaks loose, the topic was rooted from the kadillion kids we had to elbow last saturday when we watched Chicken Little. he blurted that having 5 kids is cool. what the hell is he talking about? 5? 5! 5?! no kidding! and…no way! i want 2 or 3 but 5?! noooo!!!! so its settled. i don’t like 5 and never 5 and he can forget about 5. discussion finished. 5.

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last sunday afternoon after doing my #4 favorite-wifey-thing (#1 is cooking, #2 is doing the laundry using a washing machine of course! and #3 is changing the sheets and pillow covers and curtains…#4 is grocery shopping!), i was sitting inside the jeepney that will take me home when this guy asked if he can borrow the newspaper i was holding. its baguio city’s weekly local newspaper. i handed it to him and as expected, he went straight to the classified ads (read: employment section). after a minute or two, he brought out his cellphone and started copying numbers…so i was thinking…i hope he gets one of the jobs listed…i mean, i have a good-enough-paying job that i hate sometimes and here’s a guy who has to borrow a newspaper from someone he doesn’t know just so he can get a listing of jobs being offered. so you can add that to that and get what i mean. still, i hope he gets a job. yihee, wishful thinking!

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i was browsing for a hyperlink for that Ice Age movie i had included in the previous paragraph when i came upon this search result on google: ICE AGE 2. really now! i can’t wait! can’t wait! i suddenly got so so excited i felt tingling running down my spine. i mean, i was just stressing out that Ice Age is my ultimate favorite animated movie in the whole wide universe and it just suddenly pops up! it has a sequel! and after quite sometime! well Chicken Little does have that toucy-feely yet outrageous-funny ambience with it. and Ice Age has that…times 10! weeeeeeeeeee! can’t wait! can’t wait! (did i just say that? teehee).

good morning! good morning! ack!

im here at work. at 8:30 on a sunny morning. on a saturday. SATURDAY!

im half asleep, half ranting.

geebee:7 na! papasok ka ba?!
me: zZZzzzzZzzz…
geebee: late ka na!
me: ZZzzzZZZz…
geebee: bahala ka na nga sa buhay mo! ang hirap mo talaga gisingin!

CHICKEN LITTLE! *insert dancing here*

im gonna race to the theatres after lunch and watch the goddamn movie. with or without geebee.

it will compensate with my not-so-glorious wake-up call.

and to think that we still have our 2-day off.

so i should be happy. i should be happy-merry-me.

okay il stop now. this is gibberish sh*t already.

im going back to work!

aaaarrgghhh!

*toink*

blahs and all that

this is not a new lay-out. i repeat, NOT a new lay-out.

*scoots away silently…and quickly*

***breaking news! im currently addicted to LIPTON GREEN TEA. and addicted is an understatement. 3-5 bottles a day?! haha! hmmmmmm…i wonder what they put in that drink….hmmmmmm….very, very suspicious….i used to hate the taste of green tea… (ack) and now i crave for it and drink it 3x as much as i drink water…gah.

first december post

im typing this entry as fast as my fingers would allow me…its december 01, 2005 at 11:50 pm philippine time and the only reason why im doing this is because…because…

I CANNOT LET THE 1ST OF DECEMBER 2005 PASS ME BY WITHOUT ME HOLLERING ABOUT IT! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

that’s it…no other posts…no rants…no nothing…wehehe