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Entries for August, 2004August 1, 2004
Power Trip
Posted at 08:11 AM
After the tedious training for VIP, Email & Fax (guess who's the trainer and yeah, Universal Agent na ang lola mo  ), we all went to Greenbelt to celebrate our regularization. Gwen, my little doppelganger went to visit and joined us for dinner at My Little Kitchen in Greenbelt 3. If you guys are ever craving for the sharp taste of wasabi, try their crazy ginger chicken. I guarantee it'll please any palate. After that, we all went for coffee at Seattle's Best. Yum! I love their White Chocolate Mocha. While the others decided to continue their merriment in Malate, Liz and I decided to retire and head home. My Endymion came to get me after an engagement of his own with his beer buddies from Philosoc. Liz took a few snaps during that wonderful dinner. Indulge.     Accenture Mr. Finicky and I went to Ayala the following day to ask about the call he received early this month. I know I promised not to babble about this but I'm just so excited for Mr. F. They confirmed the job offer that night. I'm really happy for him. Application in that company is such a grueling process. I'm glad it's over.  Ring! Ring! Went to Greenhills. Bought a new phone. nuff said. ========================================= Here's something I got from 1 of my yahoo groups. Enjoy! Be Good...Or Else When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know. I was sitting at my desk then I remembered a phone call I had forgotten to make. I found the number and dialled it. A man answered, saying, "Hello." I politely said, "This is Andrew. Could I please speak with Robin Carter?" Suddenly, the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. I tracked down Robin's correct number and called her. By mistake, earlier I had transposed the last two digits of her phone number. After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again. When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled, "You're an asshole!" and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'asshole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an asshole!" It always cheered me up. When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic 'asshole' calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from the telephone Company. I'm just calling to see if you're familiar with the Caller ID program?" He yelled, "NO!" and slammed the phone down. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an asshole!" One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I had been waiting for the spot. The idiot ignored me. Then, I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his car window. ...so, I wrote down his number. A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole, (I had his number on speed dial), I thought I had better call the BMW asshole, too. I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?" "Yes, it is." "Can you tell me where I can see it?" "Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house, and the car's parked right out in front." "What's your name?" I asked. "My name is Don Hansen," he said. "When's a good time to catch you, Don?" "I'm home every evening after five." "Listen, Don, can I tell you something?" "Yes?" "Don, you're an asshole." Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had a problem, I had two assholes to call. But after several months of calling them, it wasn't as enjoyable as it used to be. So, I came up with an idea. I called Asshole #1. "Hello." "You're an asshole!" (But I didn't hang up.) "Are you still there?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "Stop calling me," he screamed. "Make me!," I said. "Who are you?" he asked. "My name is Don Hansen." "Yeah? Where do you live?" "Asshole, I live at 1802 West 34th Street, a yellow house, with my black Beamer parked in front." He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start your prayers." I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, asshole." Then I called Asshole #2. "Hello?" he said. "Hello, asshole," I said. He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are?" "You'll what?" I said. "I'll kick your ass," he exclaimed. I answered, "Well, asshole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now." Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 1802 West 34th Street, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 13 News about the gang war going down on West 34th Street. I quickly got into my car and headed over to 34th street. There I saw two assholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six squad cars, a police helicopter, and news crew. NOW, I feel better... ... and they say, I'm such a good influence. 
August 5, 2004
Shit Bid
Posted at 07:46 AM
 Goodbye my golden Apollo. Nine moons from now, I may not see your pretty face. I will be in rendezvous with the silver goddess. Artermis shall take my hand, that I may hunt with her during wee hours of the night.
I'm in the middle priority of our shift bid. Tsk! I've only been tardy thrice and made a single unpaid time off and yet, I'm still on 29th priority. There are 59 agents on our team, by the way. Argh! The only good schedules with Saturday or Sunday restdays left are graveyard shifts! There goes my beauty sleep! At least I get to choose from having a 3-day weekend to 2-day weekend. Haaay! Bwiset na shit bid yan!
As if that's not enough, anak ng tokwa yang VIP queue na yan! Argh! I got a 20-minute call yesterday, dahil lang sa sobrang dami nyang pinapagawa. Di naman sya marunong mag-English!  Pa-irate2x effect ka pa dyan! "I've never been rushed by Tech Support before." That's because you're a mortal idiot, ass! Jologers Buti na lang at malapit ang kastilyo ni prinsipe. Nakapagkita pa kami sa Glorietta. Nakita ko pala si Heart Evangelista sa A Different Bookstore kahapon while I was waiting for Endymion. At take note, sa Poetry section pa siya naka-tambay. Hmmm. Ma-ilagay nga ito sa tigbak. Nakita ko rin pala si Marvin Agustin sa Tokyo Tokyo, SM North nung kumain kami. Feelingero ito! Ewan ko ba, pero si Chona lang ata ang makaka-appreciate sa kanila. Sigh! Chona, how I wish I had your innocence.
August 9, 2004
Back To Square One
Posted at 10:12 AM
Death. They say that when you die, the last few moments of your life flash before your eyes. In my case, the adrenalin rush was so high, I did not have time to fathom what the grim's shiny scythe had in store for this lost rose. The petals bled, but beauty was not ruined. There would be other days. And I will make sure, the fight will not end in a draw! I was not able to go to work yesterday due to a sick man's game. This will be the last time I will mention the unworthy incident. Tomorrow it will be inscribed in the air of forgetfullness. Slowly it will ebb, like a forgotten corpse. What is the universal answer? Family, friends, and that special someone. You make everything worthwhile.
August 11, 2004
Weathered
Posted at 05:27 PM
 As I've Matured...
I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in. I've l earned that one good turn gets most of the blankets.
I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just jack asses.
I've learned that whatever hits the fan will not be evenly distributed. I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to others - they are more screwed up than you think.
I've learned that depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.
I've learned that it is not what you wear, it is how you take it off. I've learned that you can keep vomiting long after you think you're finished.
I've learned to not sweat the petty things, and not pet the sweaty things.
I've learned that ex's are like fungus, and keep coming back.
I've learned age is a very high price to pay for maturity.
I've learned that I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy it.
I've learned that we are responsible for what we do, unless we are celebrities.
I've learned that artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.
I've learned that 99% of the time when something isn't working in your house, one of your siblings did it.
I've learned that there is a fine line between genius and insanity.
I've learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon and all the less important ones just never go away. And the real pains in the ass are permanent.
*The bamboo bends but does not break
August 12, 2004
Sylvia
Posted at 10:37 AM
Yesterday while I was breeziing through the web I chanced upon this article on CNN's website. Sigh! Sikat nanaman sa kahihiyan ang Pilipinas! When will the charade end? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- I saw the poster for Gwyneth Paltrow's movie, Sylvia. Is this Sylvia Plath we're taking about? I was not really sure. And so, what did I do? I researched it off the internet, of course. And the result of my sweat and blood... These little trinkets to anticipate for.
Sylvia Plath's True Story
Adventure
Love
Vintage Fashion
Nice Beaches
Gothic Architecture
Another Day Of Higher Learning
I know my doppelganger would love to see this movie. So, how about it, Gwen? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Post thoughts: Everyone is awfully nice when something bad has happened to you.
August 15, 2004
Sleepy Sunday
Posted at 05:14 AM
I almost let Morpheus tug me back to dreamscape this morning. Yeah, it's a Sunday. I'm off to work, again. The only good thing about working on weekends is that the workload is lighter and the stillness that cowers over Ayala when you commute the Metro calms your weary spirit. Mom bought me these beautiful camel mules yesterday. Took pity on me because of my unlucky mishap.  It's a Sunday and I'm thinking about playing basketball with the rest of my officemates later. There was supposedlly a game yesterday but I decided to spend the day with my family and go run amuck with little pans in SM North's 3-day sale. Borrowed a few bucks from my mom and bought belts from Celine. Buy one take one! And take note, their made in Spain. Speaking of Spain, Aunt Flor would be off to Spain later this afternoon. Dad promised to take her to the airport. Pasalubong, Tita ha?! I was scavenging through Dad's ties this morning. Promised Endymion that I'll ask Dad for a few he wasn't using. I didn't really know anything about men and their taste in ties and so, I just grabbed a few and hoped Adonis would be able to lend me a few tips when I see him for work.
August 16, 2004
Another Day Of Higher Learning
Posted at 09:35 AM
Village of Idiots Rico has been bragging about having seen The Village. I'm not jealous. I'm glad I wasn't among those gullible enough to have watched that movie. All my friends who've watched it were plain disappointed with the film's entirety. Corny daw! Oh, well. That's one less movie from my list. I think I'll just wait for Sylvia to show on theaters. ================================================ All Eyes On Athens In case your wondering about Google's logo, this is to celebrate the 2004 Olympics. Hey, did anyone watch the opening events? Sad to say, I missed my favorite part. The part where an athlete runs with a torch to light the fire -- the advent of the Olympic Games. ================================================ Bloggers Night Tin and hundun havebeen planning this meeting since last week. Too bad I wasn't able to join them. I was too sleepy from work yesterday. I wasn't even able to join our basketball team for the meet. Sigh! Maybe next time, if Cronus is generous enpugh. ================================================ The Starfish  An old man was walking along the beach, when he came upon a part of the sand where thousands of starfish had washed ashore. A little further down the beach he saw a young woman, who was picking up the starfish one at a time and tossing them back into the ocean. "Oh you silly girl," he exclaimed. "You can't possibly save all of these starfish. There's too many." The woman smiled and said, "I know. But I can save this one, " and she tossed another into the ocean, "and this one", toss, "and this one..." "I'm tired of life's boring platitudes. I think I'll run amuck with the gods for tonight." ~darkwinter
August 17, 2004
And The River Flows...
Posted at 07:41 AM
 Hello... I just thought of you again while I was surfing. If I may ask... why do you, as it seems to me, use the word "ephemeral" with regards to you, your writing, and your website? Is it because of an awareness of mortality? Is it the knowledge that you consider this phase in your life as something easily replaceable, something that eventually will be subsumed by any future interest? You've got a very interesting mind. It has a depth that is potentially immeasurable. What you seem to be doing, though, is tamping down on the very wellspring where substance leaps from...if given free rein. Focused intelligence is a product of hardship, and wisdom is the result of relentless purpose forced through a smelter. At least, that is what I think. I'm probably saying love is best understood by one who has undergone the sharpest pain, true joy best defined by one who has seen the greatest sorrow. But then, I have been mistaken too many times to underestimate a perspective other than my own. Nevertheless, you are -- like I said -- quite interesting, and in another place and time, I'd have been honored to share tea with you (so to speak). I concede that honor to a luckier person, because to search you out now would probably be disastrous. You are a beautiful person, and thus, you are dangerous, and under the circumstances, I might be a danger to you. I hope you understand what I'm saying . Do not doubt what you are, what you can be. It is so easy to become what you work for. It is a far more difficult thing to become what you can be. Am I making sense? Be well, pretty one  Ree
Greetings Ree, I have received your message and I am honored that you have taken time to scribble your thoughts on me, my nonchalant writing and my equally dormant website. To answer your first question, I use the word "ephemeral" because to me, everything is fleeting. Although I have felt eternity in a single moment, it is still just to say that we can never again be more fascinating than what we are in this single drop of time. To contemplate on preserving our form is fatal. Everything is changing. Clouds are blown off by zephyr to form another queer figure in the sky just as we are curved to another conclusion after every choice we decide to make. I do not expect others to understand my way of thinking, nor do I expect them to have the same perspective as I do. My reasoning is much a mystery to me as what others care to fathom. But I appreciate your trying to broaden your understanding on how mortality can be -- we are all unique individuals and we are perfected by our own flaws. Thank you for your kind words. I too feel the same way about you. Indeed, perhaps in another thread of fate, I would have been honored to have had tea with you. But as you have put it; it would have been disaster for us both. I guess I will never find the true North so long as the world is round and it keeps on revolving. Nonetheless, I consider myself blessed to have met an equally beautiful mind through writing. My puzzle box has been restored. My purpose is somewhat more vivid now.
August 18, 2004
Longing
Posted at 01:01 PM
Winter is howling in misery. Her Apollo has abandoned her once again. How many nights shall I stare upon blank skies? No glint of topaz tinted lances to split the obsidian nights. Where are you? She echoes the resonating words with much abandon. No care nor shame for what the last insult might cause her. She buries her feet in the briny floor and tries to loose herself in oblivion. I long to see the sun again.
August 19, 2004
Just One Of Those Days
Posted at 08:39 AM
I am having a good day so far. No sarcastic grin from the 3 sisters, -- fates -- please. Dad drove me to work earlier this morning. I received a commendation from the company and was informed by one of our supervisors that I was receiving great feedbacks for QA's. I'm beginning to love my work; not to mention the compensations. I'm on overtime today.*grins greedily* Yesterday, I rendered OT for 3 hours while waiting for His Java Highness. Saturday, I'm rendering Rest Day Over Time. After that, I will be Ms. Winter Moneybags again. Hehehe!
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.
Taken From When I Am Dead, My Dearest
by Christina Rossetti
August 23, 2004
Anticipation
Posted at 07:43 AM
Lt. Marge is transferring to Cendant while Autumn Star is planning on transferrinig one of these days. Everyone is leaving the nest. Seems like time transcends unnoticed. Prolly coz I'm too caught up in the past. I miss Gwen. This has been a pretty interesting day so far. I met a pretty interesting dame named Gay. Her last name is Pinoy, by the way. Coolness! The office is way crazy! Ang kukulit ng mga tao dito.  I will never leave this pack.*smiles slyly* More to come...
August 30, 2004
Eternity In A Single Moment
Posted at 08:58 AM
 How can you move into the future if your past is present? My mind is still idling between a plank towards confusion and another end towards a more confused state -- distraught. Sigh! If only everything could be made simpler with just a blink of an eye, a mere mention of those few little words, facial spasms that would curve your lips to a smile; then life would be easier to fathom. Sometimes, fate decides to help, despite that sarcastic grin. She gives a little nudge to send you hurtling down the pool of reality. The only problem is if your too numb from emotional abuse, the throbbing mass too calloused to be penetrated by the warmest gesture. Either choice I make, I know that 2 people will be hurt; me being one of them.
August 31, 2004
Falling Into Infinity
Posted at 05:07 AM
Sometimes you ask yourself when is enough? Is the heart such an enduring mass that you just let yourself go thinking that it's a well of infinite possibilities? Please do not misconstrue, dear readers. I know that all of you mean well. A bruised heart takes longer to heal than a bruised ego. A stream may sparkle with the most luminous light but nymphs prefer to bathe when their mind is clear, and the atmosphere is warm. There will be other days for a swim.
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