OMG?! Is this my fault? Is my mentioning of him several times in my blog the reason why he's suddenly here?!? Did I inadvertently will this to happen (you know, like the secret)
jeez... if this is my fault, then I'm sooooo sorry. (As usual, I firmly believe that everything that's happening in this world is because of me... :) )
If by any chance that this is not because of me, then I have one word to the person who should bear responsibility for this: "why?"
Here are sample chats I've had these past few days:
random friend: kamusta na? kelan ka uuwi?
me: nasa pinas ako ngayon.
random friend: ah?! talaga?! bakit di ka nagsasabi? anong okasyon? kelan ka
manlilibre? :)
me: na stroke kase dad ko.
I just realized that my previous entry was a bit of a downer...
(ending it with Rick Astley and all... )
So I'd like to leave today's entry on a high note...
We FINALLY found a nice flat! After several sleepless nights,"strait times", annoying agents, viewing sessions, bloody debates, and shameless haggling, we finally found a really good flat. A bit expensive, but I think it's well worth the price. It's partially furnished, so that means I'd have to buy some furniture for my room.
I'm kind of excited because I get to "design" my own room... I'm thinking of going for Japanese/minimalist style... in short, I'm cheap so I won't be buying that much stuff. Just a mattress (all because I need it), and probably a small table (oh, screw it, I'll just stack phone directories together, that should have the same effect) Then maybe I'll add a mug in one corner of the room. Just because it's the only "decorative" thing I have. It's kinda like prison... not that I've been there! (atleast not YET... :) )
... 13 words for the entire month of May?!?! sad, indeed.
I have done great injustice to this month. My deepest apologies May. I'll make it up to you next year! (let's see if I'll remember this one!?)
I've just been sooooooo busy lately. The issues I get seems endless... (OMG! when will this product run-out of issues?!?). Plus we've been flat-hunting, since our contract with our current flat is about to expire. We decided not to renew since our landlord decided to be McGreedy and increased our rent by 400 f*^&ng dollars!!! Uncle, that's crazy lah!?!
I can't even go to the gym anymore. (not that I miss Rick Astley...)
**sigh**
The other day, I made a call to our MIS team to activate one of the network ports we'll be using for one of our test machines. I gave my name, which I pronounced as "nina" (no enye).
who you callin' odd 'ya bitch!
... singers, that is.
I didn't even realize this until I was reviewing my playlist in this blog a while ago. None of the singers in my playlist are male!?!
Just to clarify, I'm not sexist! This was not done on purpose. It's not my fault women are better singers than men! (oopss... sexist slip there, sorry... hehehe...)
And in the spirit of coming clean, I confess: I love techno (ok, you may start casting your stones now). But just the slow type where the singer is like somewhat broken-hearted and stoned... don't judge me, it's very nice to listen to!
There! now it's out of my chest, I can sleep better now.
image stolen from courtesy of duckjokes.blogspot.com
my obnoxious potato friends hanging-out on our couch on movie night...
There was a big fight on whether we should watch spiderman or starwars. And given that these are my friends, of course, they were very violent about it. I literally have to keep them from mashing each other. Not that I care, I just don't want to be the one to clean the mess afterwards!
After much debate, we ended up watching Transformers. Too bad my other potato friend, Optimash Prime, couldn't join us. He would have enjoyed that. But then again, it would have annoyed us since he likes making those stupid sounds when he "transforms" (we all seem to have this one retarded friend that does that, don't we?). And by transform, I mean removing his eyes, nose, and ears, then "rolls-out"... creepy bastard!
In case you're wondering, we had pop corn. I decided eating potato chips just felt wrong... (see, I can be sensitive too, you know! So I ate the chips when they left! :) )
I assume none of you have been living under a rock these past few years, so I'll spare everyone from describing what they're wearing. But if by any chance you really have been living under a rock, do write in, I'd love to know if you need a new housemate (rockmate?), as I need to hide away from these potatoes for a while... They're beginning to get on my nerves, that, and the fact that they have bad gas.
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10 minutes after writing the above blog entry:
OMG... I seriously need a new hobby...
Instead of making-up for lost sleep, here I am doing some "experiments" with adding a playlist in blogger...
So far I've managed to put the damn player here, but I have yet to resize it. What really ate a lot of time was looking for the songs I'd like to include. Unfortunately, not all of the songs I like are available, I've only managed to add 10. Hopefully, I'll be able to add some more later.
I know this should probably count as "piracy"... but in my defense, I have original copies of these songs... (yes, I can be such a self-righteous, i-dont-do-illegal-stuff-even-though-everybody-else-does-it asshole sometimes. Oh, how I hate those kind of people!!!... but as usual, I still love myself)
anyway, welcome to my (partial)playlist...
No, I have no intentions of being a full-pledged "taong grasa" and neither is this an attempt to "blend well" with the "crowd". I just don't want to take a shower anymore after my workout in the gym.
It's not because of un-towelled(if this is even a word?!) women. It's because of Rick Astley. No, he did not magically appear in the locker room of the gym (now that's just way too creepy...)
The reason is his annoying 80's hit "together forever" that's haunting the gym halls at almost exactly the same time as my routine shower time. And shower time is the only time I don't have my earphones on! Is that bad timing or what?!?! And this tragedy happens almost daily at almost the same time!!!
I actually tried hitting the showers late, so I don't have to suffer ricky-boy's wrath. But then, yet another annoying song is booming out of the speakers... "I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky... I should be so lucky in love..."
(yes, I intentionally put a snippet of the lyrics, hoping that anyone reading this will be subconsciously singing it and be equally annoyed. Misery loves company)
And because I am pure evil:
too bad there isn't a roderick paulate version on youtube... that would have been diabolical! :)
I'm not exactly a Manny Pacquiao fan. Hell, I'm not even sure how to spell his name correctly?! And let's just not discuss his attempt at public office, that's just hitting below the belt (pun intended)
I mean, he's just like any other athlete, so I don't get all the hoopla he's getting from knocking people out... that's his job!
I am equally puzzled at how mesmerized a great majority of us are with his fights.
According to news reports, no crime is committed in the entire country while he's boxing!?! Wow, if that's the case, maybe he should fight every second of his life! Then maybe, I just might be a really good fan! :)
But then, something totally changed my mind. While watching ESPN, I was in awe...
It was a Nike commercial with Maria Sharapova, Roger Federer, Kobe Bryant, and 2 other dudes who shall remain nameless to me, since I don't give a rat's ass who they are... and what-the... is that Manny??? What-the... it's him!!!
I don't know about you, but anyone who shares a TV spot with Maria Sharapova, has my absolute admiration... (Yes, I AM THIS SHALLOW, and if you are looking for substance in this post, you are in for a great disappointment. :) )
C'mon, it's Maria freakin' Sharapova, people... As one reporter so accurately puts it "She's as hot as Anna Kournikova, only she can actually play tennis!"
Here's the Nike commercial:
Oh, what was I talking about...yeah, Manny...
So to you Manny-boy, keep on punching people... (and while you're at it, consider changing your surname to something a little easier to spell... :) )
BBC's promo cum April fool's joke:
Personally, it would have been great if they used pigs instead of penguins. (no offense meant to penguin enthusiasts)
I'd just like to see the people who said "I'd [insert action here], when pigs fly!", keep their end of the bargain... :)
But I think BBC thought it would be a little too far-fetched to actually fool people. Pigs, afterall, don't have wings. But then again, we'll never now. As my friend once told me... "Never underestimate the power of human stupidity..."
So fly Happy Feet, fly!!!
I just read a very interesting online news article from BBC UK.
If you're too lazy to click the link to read the full story, here's the short-and-sweet:
Italy's highest court has ruled that it is not illegal for a woman to lie to a police investigation if the reason is to cover-up her adulterous affair.
Huwaaaaat??? Yes, my jaw dropped as well. I thought it was an April fool's joke, but apparently, it wasn't.
Side note: BBC's April fools joke is a footage of flying penguins... Somehow, they thought it's easier to fool people with flying fat-so birds... but that's for another post. :)
Now, going back to adulterous bitches...
I'm not so sure how to react to this news. It's like saying it's ok to lie as long as you're covering up another lie... A really bad case of negation, perhaps?
According to the article, "lying about an affair was permitted because it damages the honor of the person among family and friends."
But here's the kicker:
"It is not yet clear whether the ruling might also apply to men who have secret mistresses. "
Sorry guys... double-standards worked against you on this one. But don't fret, at least you don't have to bleed on a monthly basis... (this is what I tell my brothers every time my parents favor me over everything... :) )
hhmmnn... I wonder if it's also ok to lie to your boss, if it's gonna save your ass ? If yes, then I'm soooo moving to Italy... (for that and the spaghetti!)
I just watched "Music and Lyrics" tonight at HBO. And boy, was it a chick-flick or what?!
Not that I don't enjoy chick-flicks in general. It's good to have a few light-hearted movies once in a while. Thing is, those kind of films suffer from a very formulaic plot that is just lacking in common sense and logic. I mean, at one point you're like teary-eyed, smiling, and saying "awwww.... ", then a few seconds later, your evil mind shouts at you: "Who are you kidding? That never happens in real life!... or maybe it does, but then someone dies in the end..." (Yes, people, Debbie Downer lives inside my head!)
Drew Barrymore was as charming as always playing the vulnerable, and slightly "coo-koo" girl. Hugh Grant looked awful dancing, which I guess was the entire point why they made him dance in the first place. Oh, and the songs were outrageously cheezy! I guess it would appeal to me, if say, I was in high school and still drooling over a crush, while writing a poem under a tree shade. (soooo highschool!)
So basically, it's a so-so film. However, I did have a few laughs with most of Hugh Grant's lines, which again brings me back to reality: "nobody is THAT spontaneously witty!"
it's Easter today!
(and no, that's not the reason I'm feeling "hormonal" today... I'm not that much of a debbie downer!)
Happy Easter dear Christians! Happy egg hunting too!
And remember, easy on the eggs, they are high in cholesterol...
And another thing, when you see this creepy bunny, do me a favor, and kick him in the 'nads...
(for no reason whatsoever, other than the fact that he gives me the creeps...)
"so you want some eggs eh?"
creepy right?!?
I really want to say something right now, but I can't seem to find the right words... Well, I actually know the words, just can't seem to say it...
Three simple words, and for the life of me, I am scared-shit of saying them.
I shouldn't be right?! I mean, I should be proud of it, yet here I am, still being all too weird about it.
sigh... wala lang, I just needed to blog something "dramatic" this month. hehehe... :)
maybe it's all this rain that's been pouring lately, maybe even the hormones, or maybe another case of the crazies...
**sigh**... why am a such a nutcase???
the-things-that-I-don't-intend-to-buy-but-hell!-I-buy-anyway family, that is...
the newest swipe: Wilson Fantom Ace badminton racket
My project group will be playing badminton every wednesday, (or atleast we will try!)If you’ve been reading this blog for quite some time, you know how I feel about women prancing around in towels… In a nutshell, I find it disturbing. (I’m not kidding). Don’t get me started on the many possible reasons… I just do!
Anyway, I applied for a gym membership here, not so long ago, as the current state of my health is equally disturbing. (I feel I’m losing muscle mass and gaining weight at the same time… not a very good combination.)
Going back…Me hitting the gym gives you a pretty good idea what this post is about… the ever scary: “women in towels…” But what I’ve learned today is that, apparently, there are far more scary things in life… Women WITHOUT towels!!!
[blur the screen and insert flashback music…]
I was fixing my stuff in the locker. I was crouching since I chose the lower locker (because I’m a freakin’ midget!) As I closed the door and was about to stand… there IT was...
“Well, hello there, another woman’s hoo-ha, how do you do?”
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Note to self, choose the corner-most locker next time.
I'm alive.
(fortunately and unfortunately, depending on who you ask...)
It's just that these past few days, I'm either busy or too unmotivated to write something here. Actually, until now, I still don't feel like writing.... so I'll stop now...
**yawn**
