Cold water

What a strange day.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm just naturally a bad person, or I'm unbelievably good at pretending that I am enjoying people's company.
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Darn.

I wish I can talk to someone about Sheldon's and Penny's future.

I wish I could laugh about Liz Lemon and her turn as Bijou during lunch breaks.

I wish I could reminisce about the Scooby Gang and Joss Whedon's fantastic work during coffee breaks.

I wish someone is as excited about next year's World Cup as me at the elevator.

God I wish there was someone else who reads Naruto in the building.

Are these things to much to ask?

hell week

You thought you don't have them anymore as soon as you step out of the university, but yeah you still do. In fact it should go longer to hell months, and for most people, they experience hell years.

I'm having one for about a month I think. Today was the second day. I need something else.
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I think Microsoft's efforts in their Live services are unjustly underrated. If you're a solid PC user like me, you won't believe how ridiculously integrated it is to your desktop that it can show your Media Player music as status in Window Live Messenger. You can sync your Hotmail account to you Outlook, too, and back up your files in its Skydrive (at your own risk), even save your Office documents in it like a normal drive.

Most offices don't block it off their networks too. And it looks so efficiently tidy.

frustrations

This is one of those moments, when I wish I could just walk away from all these. When I wish I can just hail a cab to the airport, fly myself to Siam or Berlin, and start a new life - new look, new job, new set of friends, new attitude, a new name even if allowed. 

But that might just lead to another epic failure. I think it would be better if the earth simply opened up and chew me down. My bones would be so crunchy. 

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Bakit? I myself made a rate card. All on my own :-( 

I'm gonna be bitching Fabian

I pity him. Seriously. I can quite empathize with poor fella because you see, I was just like him a few years back, when I still had elitism pumping my core. I felt deep hatred for your types.

I pity him because even at my reformed state, you still fucking annoy me. He's probably making you eat your own brain in his mind.

Just this night

I haven't enjoyed a local movie like One Night Only ever since Chito Roño's Dekada 70 almost a decade ago. Mind you, it's nowhere near as insightful as Naruto nor does it offer the cast a range of emotions that any stray dog couldn't do, but one can find delight in Jose Javier Reyes' witty dialogues (filled with delectable parlorista humor as always), clever attempt for a supposedly "deeper" plot, and Alessandra de Rossi's delightful performance (as always).

And also probably because I can relate so much to it. *winks

I taste like charcoaled okra

"I think he'd taste like a strawberry cupcake."

That's how Megan Fox thinks Zac Efron would taste like. Jeez. These two are gonna be the luckiest people on planet Earth. And the envy of each and every bisexual person who hasn't made up their mind yet. And anyone who has a modicum of horniness.

All they'll probably need to do is call each other.

Z: "Hello, uhm, Megan?"

M:"Hi, Zac?"

Z:"Umm, yeah. I see you think I taste like strawberry cupcake? Wanna know if that's true?"

M:"I wanna bite that."

the 13th ring

This week is not going to be good.  Not at all.

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Big fucking sigh of relief. I finished my first through and through presentation today without any help from any assistant or colleague. I thank the heavens today for B. Gates and Office 2007, which just looks wonderful even when what's in it is a stinking ba

bble of crap and numbers.

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black and white

defying gravity

busy edsa

daybreak

King of chismis

I don't mean that in a derogatory manner. I still just can’t get over Seacrest’s tweets around the time MJ’s death was about to break the news: he was tweeting almost every 2 minutes. I know he was home when he first learned of it, and then it was like reading a novel: how he starts receiving text messages from friends, from their producers at E!, his rushing to the E! studio, he even tweets while being made up to report the breaking news on the cable show.

I wish I also ink a 45 million dollar deal. Chismoso din naman ako a.
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Do you see what I see? And I don't mean she looks a lot like Megan Fox.

Go away

I hate it when it rains while on my way to work. All that effort to wipe and shine my shoes, gone for nothing. And the rain earlier today poured especially bad. I saw quite a number of upturned umbrellas from soaked pedestrians.
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Apart from the almost criminal public transport system, raining while on the road is probably every commuters' worst nightmare. No matter how big your umbrella is, you are left defenseless in the face of fellow commuters shorter than you are, their umbrellas swishing water on your clothes as they pass you by.
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I want my own car.

Haduken!

Things change

This morning I wake up to news that the MJ I've come to know more as a mythological creature (not too different from centaurs and leprechauns) than a real person is finally being laid to rest. I’ve learned about Michael Jackson and danced to his music even before I knew Florante at Laura and Beowulf. It’s amazing how he transcended celebrity to become part of almost universal human consciousness.

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And the next news I read is about Google launching its own OS soon. I’ve long been a fan of all things Google, except maybe for Blogspot and Orkut – which I really, really like if only I knew a single person there. I’ve been a Gmail user since 2001 and it has been my main email address ever since. Today, even my work PC is not spared of my fandom – it’s littered with all sorts of Google Desktop widgets that I imagine are just plain cute to not have. I also belong to the 1.2% people in the world who use Google Chrome as their main browser.

I could not wait for the Chrome OS. I wish they invite me for a beta test.

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And then I check out Blogspot. Things really did change.