Parachute

I won't tell anybody that you turn the world around

I won't tell anybody that your voice is my favorite sound

Say your worth before you regret it!

Sabi ng mga friends ko sakin, when you do job interviews, the interviewees would really try to squeeze out the amount of salary you want. I wonder if this scenario would happen:

Interviewer: How much do you think we should pay you?
Me: Sir, I went to your company because I think I would grow here and my skills would be maximized. So whatever you think my services are worth, I'll be contented with that.
Interviewer: C'mon, just give us a rough estimate.
Me: I insist, Sir. Just give me a pay that's enough of the services I've shown.

*Salary day comes*


*Boss hands in the salary*



Me: THIS IS ALL I'M WORTH???!!! *throws a fit* *punches boss to the stomach* *wildly finds the interviewer* *b*tch slaps the interviewer*


Lol.


I just woke up. Originally, I am planning to boycott work today. But sad face, I still had things to do today. Sometimes, I wish text messages aren't invented. Like, I wouldn't receive my work tasks today. Pwahahaha.

Anyways, I had a strange dream again. I was buying a plane ticket going to US for P60. Hahaha. How cheap. Then, the strangest thing is, the guy I'm buying from is a Korean. I even saw his writing! Dang, that's not a dream. My psychology teacher said we can't read in dreams. Well I saw Korean characters, I can't read it because I don't know Hangul. But the letters, they were so vivid. It was written in green ink on a white piece of paper.

Oh wells.

"Online Love"

So I'm going to get online bashes for posting this on Facebook, so this would probably be a safer place to post. The last time that I post his video on FB, it was soooo chaotic. Not going back to that place anymore.

Sooo... This guy is asking whether online love is possible?

My answer. Yes. Because I'm so in love with you right now.

Kidding. :)

For someone like me who sometimes believe that love can be surreal, it's quite hard to imagine if online love is indeed true. But as a line in Beastly goes, "Can you imagine a love like that?" Yes, it's imaginable, it does exist, but I wonder how stable this kind of love is.

First of all, this love is based on sugar, spice, and everything nice. People fall in love with people online because they show all their bright sides. I mean, you wouldn't post a picture of you in which you think you're ugly, right? You won't even dare say things that would cause people to hate you. So when we go online, we tend to use masks--masks of our greater selves.

I know that in my recent post, I said that people should be less cynical. That's true, but sometimes we can't really give our full trust to people we barely know. Like a year ago, a friend told me that they have this homework in class wherein they are required to try out a relationship online. Who knows, someone who seems nice to you might just be using you as a hamster or house rat or whatever mouse people use for experimentation.

Then, we never really know how these people are like offline. Yesterday, my younger cousin, Reign, asked me to define what being offline in Facebook was. Well, basically, being offline is living your real life away from anything on the internet. I told her that definition, but I guess she still hasn't gotten to that level yet. So anyways, I've always wondered if people were just making their lives sound more exciting when they go online. When I read my blog posts, they seem really dull and lifeless. I'm really wondering if my life is actually duller and more lifeless than how I write it. 

Well, the good side of having an online love affair, as I read it, is that you have good expectations of each other. You think that the one you're talking with at the far side of the world is who he really is in real life. And then, it's more convenient than having to meet real people, because basically your dates will be virtual! No need to spend a lot of moolah, energy, but yeah, time is what you invest most.

As for me, I'm not into this kind of thing. In real life, I am very awkward and uninteresting. I don't want to make false hopes to people who think I am cool and special and all that. Well of course, our Pao here is an exemption. Haha. I joke, I joke. :))

Inside

It's funny how my thoughts revolved around you all day.
It's funny how I imagined your reaction to what I'm going to say.
It's funny how I practiced saying those lines in my head just to get the reaction I wanted.
It's funny how I imagined myself smiling because of that.


But it's sad that it was just inside my head.

I guess fairy tales aren't really for girls like me.

</3

IP addresses

Alright, the topic for tonight are IP addresses. Ok, the least techie person to talk about this is me. I don't know anything about computers, so I'll basically rely on internet sources like I usually do.

Let's start with defining what IP addresses are.

According to Wikipedia, "An Internet Protocol address (IP address) is a numerical label assigned to each device (e.g., computer, printer) participating in a computer network that uses the Internet Protocol for communication.^[1] An IP address serves two principal functions: host or network interfaceidentification and location addressing. Its role has been characterized as follows: "A name indicates what we seek. An address indicates where it is. A route indicates how to get there."


Okay, that's still too technical for me to understand. But all I know is, every network has a unique IP address. Like in my household, everyone who will connect to our network will have the same IP address.


Oh gosh. Why do I even bothered.


It all boils down to this: we should all be less cynical and believe in the sincerity of one. Technology makes mistakes too. People can have the same IP address. You say it's impossible. Well I tell you what Nike said, 'Impossible is nothing."


Ktnxbye.

Science and Faith

You won't find faith or hope down a telescope,

You won't heart and soul in the stars.

Back to workkk.

Last night was awful. I couldn't get myself to sleep. I was wide awake the whole time until it was maybe two to three in the morning. I am really tempted to take a nap now, but it probably won't be much of a good idea since I have to wear myself out again tonight just to put myself to sleep.

I still have this awful cold. Wish it would go away. I still don't feel my best today. Sad face.

Oh, 5pm, please come quick.

Can't sleep.

Maybe I do have insomnia.

Not.

Gosh, I can't sleep. I've tried everything on my list, I still can't put myself to sleep. I practically spent my whole day sleeping, so I can't put my eyes to rest. I thought I was worn out after watching Jung Yong Hwa and SeoHyun's (whatever their name spells like) song on youtube. Apparently, they just gave me a headache.

I played games--I even reached the 50th level on Text Twist. I listened to America's Top 40 Hits on the Radio. I tried messaging my friends. None of it worked.

So I turned on my PC but I can't open my Facebook or do anything special but write in this blog. I still don't feel the lullaby singing me to sleep.

Oh my gosh. What to do, what to do, what to do. >.<

When I was a kid, my father said the reason why I can't sleep soundly is because I never pray at night. I actually pray at night. I did too, tonight. But why can't I sleep?

My gulay. Taking the day off just to sleep wasn't a very bright idea after all.

Help me sleeeeeeeeeeeeeep. Y.Y

Dying heart

I never imagined lasting a day without coffee. But I did, yesterday. I traded my coffee for choco drinks to see if it has something to do with my apparent "insomnia". But choco drinks didn't do it for me, I still longed for coffee like a chain smoker longed for a stick of cigarette.

Why does coffee taste so good? I'm too tired to look for Google answers, so you have to do it yourself this time. I use the first result as reference, anyways. It won't be too much work. Haha.

A while ago, I received a text message from a friend, unknown that is (having my cellphone replaced a few weeks ago), saying that our hearts die a bit if we are forced to do something we don't like. Every afternoon, I have gotten used to the regular discussions my parents and I have about the career I want to take. Honestly, I don't see myself working in an office eight hours a day. I'm just not that type. But they kept on doing the guilt trip on me if I just wanted my life to be this way. They would go, "Maybe that's what you really wanted, waking up at noon, going to work half day. Is that what you wanted?"

I used the "I don't want a boss" reasoning, since my Mom used it when I asked her why she never tried looking for a job years ago. Well, truth be told, I'm fine with bosses. I just wanted to try that on her if it would work. But it didn't. I felt like I've hurt my Mom when I told her that. I said some really stupid things about her not trying and about her life being different if she tried.

I feel really terrible.

I know she just wanted the best for me. But you know sometimes, I just like trying to get on my parents' nerves for the fun of it. Turns out it's not fun at all times.

Sorry Ma. I just don't want my heart to die. </3

For You.

Hey.

I know it's been long since I talked with you.

I never had the courage to.

It may appear to you like I'm avoiding you,

or running away from you.

It could be true.

I am ashamed to face you.

I don't remember the last time I sang a love song to you.

Or the last time I sincerely committed myself again to you.

I know I'm wrong and You are always right,

but I can't seem to make myself face the truth.

I'm just to embarrassed to admit that.

I know you know how much I've been letting myself

Make these crappy excuses just not to see you.

Or talk to you.

How much pride have I built?

It's too high I can't even pass through it.

I'm sorry.

I was doubtful, and proud, and everything in between.

But I was not any better without you.

You're still my life.

And my love.

For all time.

Allergy attack, asthma, and insomnia. I could die right now.

Today, I missed going to church. I suffered an allergy attack last night. I was sneezing non-stop, I didn't had the chance to sleep long.

My aunt said there's a chance I'll get asthma in the future. My mom didn't have asthma as a kid, but in turn, she had it during her early to late thirties. Oh nooooes. I don't want to have asthma. >.<

So I researched for the symptoms of asthma. Here they are:

• Severe wheezing when breathing both in and out [/] 
• Coughing with asthma that won't stop
• Very rapid breathing
• Chest pain or pressure [/]
• Tightened neck and chest muscles, called retractions [/]
• Difficulty talking
• Feelings of anxiety or panic [/]
• Pale, sweaty face
• Blue lips or fingernails
• Or worsening symptoms despite use of your medications

I got four out of ten, so basically that's not a majority. Hopefully this is not it. My mom recommended that I get a medical check-up, I probably would. I'm a huge fan of the saying, "Prevention is better than cure."

Some people say I have insomnia, but I really beg to differ. I can sleep as fast as a bullet and as long as oil during winter time--even if I drink 5 cups of caffeine. So that's really out of the question.

However, just to be sure, here are the symptoms of insomnia:

•    Inability to focus
•    Frequent headaches
•    Most of the time you feel irritated,
•    You sleep much better when you are in other places.
•    It usually takes you several hours before you could  fall asleep.
•    Disturbed sleep – you wake up after few hours of sleep.
•    You are not refreshed after sleep.
•    You cannot return to sleep once you wake up in the middle of the night.
•    You can sleep only after you take sleeping pills.

Well, I got none. I am a very focused and determined person. When I put my mind on doing something, I do it will all my best efforts and knowledge. I've never had headaches eversince I finished my thesis. I feel irritated sometimes, but only when I see things I dislike. I can only sleep well on my bed. The moment my back touches the bed, my system shuts down. I wake up 8 to 10 hours after my eyes close. I feel refreshed after sleeping. I do not wake up in the middle of the night or in the middle of my sleep. I haven't tried taking sleeping pills ever.

I know my own self, this is just an allergy attack. Could be because of dust mites on my dusty room or the shrimp tempura I ate last night. I'm healthy as a cow! At least, I want to believe that.

So to the "doctors" in my life, I don't have any illnesses at the moment. Thanks.

You are almost perfect.

These days I haven't been using Mozilla Firefox primarily for its crashing issues. I hate how it would go unresponsive, then the Java would die on you, then it would recommend you to make a report on the crash. So I turned my back on it and transferred to Google Chrome.

Generally Google Chrome is okay. I don't have major complaints on it, except that it turns the screen all white the first few seconds that I open it.

Then here goes the catch. Tonight, I've been wanting to watch a movie via video streaming. I've waited for a while to fully buffer it. Then, being the accident prone me, I accidentally close the browser. And do you know what's bad, Google Chrome didn't even confirm if I was really closing it down.

 It should have warned me but it didn't!

So I searched the internet for possible solutions regarding this matter. Guess what? There are no solutions. Google Chrome is made this way and therefore, I must live with it.

I read a thread concerning this issue and read a very funny remark. It says, Google Chrome are for people who are matured enough not to close their browser on their own. Pwahahaha. Kks. I'm not matured enough for this.

Gaano ka kaganda?

Please don't leave quite yet.

You know that feeling--everywhere you look at only reminds you of that person you hold dear in your heart. Those sentiments, those memories. You wanted to treasure them yet you want to let them go. These beautiful little things can also bring pain and confusion. These little things that only the two of you know.

Then you come to a point in which waiting becomes too painful to bear. You just decided to give up and let go. It just couldn't work.

Goodbye was the best word to say. Things became too complicated. 

But no matter how hard things have become, you always find yourself back to the arms of the one who made hard things worth it.


I love you Ezra. <3

Don't leave just yet. Hahahahaha.

PLEASE.

Forcing laughter, faking smiles

Same old, tired, lonely place

Walls of insincerity

Shifting eyes and vacancy

Alarm clock, do your job!

The funniest thing happened to me this morning.

I woke up at 8am today. I was pretty much awake that I thought about getting myself out of bed. But then, I told myself it's too early still and the sound of the rain was very much tempting. So I set my alarm again at 9AM and slept.

Inside my mind, or maybe inside my dream, I was kind of worried that my alarm wasn't alarming like it was supposed to. When I look at my phone, it's already 12:03pm! Hahahahaha. I don't know why it didn't alarm, maybe I was making images inside my head, it wasn't really 8am when I woke up earlier. My 9:00AM alarm was still on. I was also hesitant if it was indeed 12:03 already, so I reconfirmed that with my brother, who luckily didn't have school today.

My gossssshhh. I promised my boss I won't be late for work today, that I will finish what I'm supposed to do.

Oh man, I hate working on weekends. >.<

So maybe I should stop my half-day working hours. lol

Gotta take a bath. Brrrr. It's coooold.

I hate FRIED CHICKEN!!!

It has become my habit to oversleep in the morning that leads me to go to work at 11am. So yeah, I am more or less two hours late for my work. So in turn, I don't have lunch breaks anymore, well primarily because I eat brunch at home and I'm still full by lunch time.

So when I get home, I am very very very hungry. At 5pm, dinner is not yet served. So I take a nap. However, it is not a very good idea. The old Filipino saying, "Magbiro ka na sa lasing, wag lang sa bagong gising" is very true. I'm such in a bad mood now.

Mama told me that we're going to have Chicken Adobo tonight. I wouldn't mind not having adobo tonight had she not told me. I have this thing for setting my mind in doing something. I've already set my mind that I'm gonna eat adobo tonight so I am really really depressed at the moment.

I'm very hungry but I really don't feel like eating fried chicken tonight. Mama also cooked noodles with squash, but I faced off season vegetables all day I felt like I ate them my whole life.

Gosh I'm so petty! >:(((((

Best instant coffee!!!

I found the best thing ever in my work place.

Ta-dah~!

This is the next best thing to my brother's instant coffee. Haha. Oh, how I love coffee when it rains. And sleeping too~!

But I'm stuck at work right at this moment. I hope I finish my task before 3pm so I can take a nappy!

Yeah. Slacker for life. >:D

Why BFs cheat on their GFs

Recently, there are questions that instantly pop into my mind. Tonight, before going to bed, I wanna know the why boyfriends cheat. Tonight, one of my Japanese students said that it is more common for women to cheat on men in their country. However, since I am Filipino and a woman, I think men are more of a cheater than we women are. Ok, don't be mad. That's just my opinion.

Alright. I found the answer here: http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/sex/9-reasons-people-cheat-430729

It says:

So, are cheaters born cheaters, or do certain situations cause people to cheat? Probably a little bit of both. Here are some situations that make people cheat:

1. Bored

2. Dependence.

3. Confusion

4. Because They Let You

5. Nurturing

6. Revenge

7. Confirmation of Attractiveness

8. The Thrill

9. They Don't Consider It Cheating, Even Though You Might

End quote. 

If I were to be cheated on, I'd let that person go as easy as ice slipping through my hands. Why? I don't like clinging on to people who don't reciprocate the same feelings I have. For me, if someone cheats on you for whatever reason, it means he is not contented with what he has right now. Setting him free is the only solution.

What about people who are on the verge of cheating? I'd say, settle your issues first then go for the person you're eyeing. You won't have those feelings if you are truly in love with the person you're with.

Well, honestly, don't take it from me. I always run away when things get complicated. If you're the I'm-gonna-fight-for-my-love-no-matter-what kind, I'd say go for it. I'll always be your support, although in the much blurry background. :)

Flying to where you are.

I have the weirdest dream last night. It felt real. Wow.

Last night, I dreamed I was inside an airplane flying somewhere to the other side of the world.

How I wish it's true. :)




Sana tonight my plane has landed na. :)))

Why people resign from work

Instead of writing about how to write the perfect resume, or ace an interview, I'm going to write today about why people resign from work. This is important because I'm sure you don't want to have a job that would make you quit in just a few weeks' time.

To tell you honestly, I don't really know where my life is heading at. My parents are reminding me that the health insurance that my father pays for will be forfeited on my 21st birthday. I only get sick once a year, but when I do, I need to stay in the hospital for a week. That's why health insurance is very much important to me.

With my current job now, I only work part-time so I don't really have such benefits. I only have my salary and that's all. In three month's time, I need to find a job that would cover for such services.

Well, anyways, here are possible reasons why people resign:

1. Location
The travel time from your house to your workplace is very much important. But most people do not really give much attention to it. I see some people resigning from work to get another job that offers a bigger salary but the travel time is longer. So the amount of money they pay for travel will compensate for the additional money they get. Not a wise decision.

In my case, my workplace is just a few blocks away from home. Sometimes, I even work at home. This is not my issue.

2. Career growth

3. Salary

4. Workplace friends



I don't feel like writing anymore. If you want to read more, go to: http://www.resigning.net/why-people-resign/

lol

On being "cool"

I just hate it when people act mean just to appear cool.

When i was younger, I used to think that being mean is being cool. American teen movies are to blame. Bullying others and the cheerleader effect, they kind of got into me. But now that I'm all grown up, I realized that being all mean is really pointless.

Not using swear words doesn't mean you are "weak". I don't understand how some people can't complete a sentence with the F word or the S word, or whatever word. Okay, so it does add to the intensity of what one is saying, but still, I don't see the whole point why you had to say "Yeah, I am f-ng eating breakfast" or "I am f-ing going" or whatever.

I find it understandable for younger people to act us such. I mean, we all go through that stage. We wanted to fit in. But if you are 20++, I don't see the point. Grow up and act your age. 

You can say I'm a goody two shoes. Well, yeah. But as you grow older, you'll come to realize that you'll gain more if you start acting as such.

Ktnxbye.

IMY

Truth be told, I am not lazy.

I can admit to myself that I am lazy. Actually, if you ask me to make Bruno Mars' Lazy Song my anthem, I would no hesitantly do. But somehow, if someone else say that I am, it kind of hurts big time.

The quote "The truth hurts" wasn't meant for nothing, I guess.

But looking back at my life, I wasn't that much of a lazy bum. So okay, I hate household chores. I believe that making the bed is just a waste of time since you'll mess it again at night. I don't study before an exam because it's meant to measure what you've learned. I go for the most convenient choice. And the list goes on and on.

But I tell you, I'm not a lazy bum.

I am an independent person to the point of workaholicism, if there's even such a word. 

At 18, I earned my own money. I didn't ask my parents for money on the things I want to buy like phones, clothes, shoes, etc. I paid for our monthly internet fee without my parents asking. I shared some of the blessings I receive to the people who needed it.

I have been tutoring Japanese students for two years already. And mind you, my cancellation rate for my classes is just 3.3%. That's very low, k? Sometimes I feel lazy doing this job, but I still do it because I know my responsibilities.

I also take lay-out designing jobs. I design tarpaulins, sometimes for free. But regardless of the pay, I still work hard. I don't like having my customers dissatisfied. When I was a student, I stayed up all night and came late for my classes just to make sure that when I present my output to the people who requested for my services, they would give me their smiles. And that by far is the best pay I ever received, alongside the thank you's and the sincere compliments they give.

The day after graduation, I started to work in my uncle's office. I do research, content-writing, lay-out designing, photography and facilitating in seminars sometimes. When we have to conduct seminars and trainings in a far away area, I wake up realllllyyyyy early because I know that's what I'm paid to do. If you know me personally, you should know that waking up in the morning is my biggest struggle. And when I go home after all these day's work, I still do my tutoring.

I can take any jobs, actually (as long as they are related to visual design and such). I'll do it to the best I can as long as I am properly motivated. I am hardworking and I never stop until I finished what I started. But some people can't see that. 

So I can continue being a bum in your eyes. 

But I can assure you, sometimes the truth is well hidden. (But not anymore since I already wrote this.)

Much Awaited PLL Season 2 First Ep

Alrighty. I waited for Pretty Little Liar's Season 2 since season 1's finale. Did I get satisfied? Was the wait worth it?

I'm starting to think that A is everywhere. In my head, I am creating a plot like, what if these girls were just imagining things...like there wasn't an A in the first place. What if it's all in their heads? Realistically, just one person can't see and do all those things at the same time. And text you at the right time.

I'd like A to fail just even once. He/She/Shim is still a human, too, right? I'm always left hanging on. By the time that I felt like they have a strong lead, suddenly they're at the wrong track again. Why. Why, world of drama?

I lied when I told you that this is Ep's 1 best part (see FB):

Actually, this is the best part:

"Most of my life, I have felt alone even when I was with people. That was until I met you." -Caleb Rivers

Caleb, you're not allowed to do that. You're not allowed to go knocking on the door of my heart, I might just let you in. Lol. Kidding.

Man, Hannah is so lucky. I've always wanted to tame a lion. But maybe I'm not that type. I'm the kind of girl who'll grow old taking care of kitties instead of kids.

Maaaaaan. The future looks dark. Haha!

Anyways, I can't wait for next week. Episode 2 come up quick!

Happy Fathers' Day! :)

One of the things I took after my parents was my kakuriputan. So yeah, it's an important day--but I'm a believer that what matters most is the quality of time you have with the people you're with and not the amount of money you spent.

Same goes with my mom, I guess. Haha. Whenever I think about it, I laugh inside my head. Hahahaha. Three days ago, she collected money from me and my brother so that we can buy my father a gift. So we gave her the amount she told us. When I arrived home after work, I saw my dad fitting the two pair of pants my mom bought as a gift. So it's no surprise anymore. The only surprise was, the amount for the two pair of pants were equal to the sum of the amount we gave her. Funny, she never gave any contribution. Hahah.

I personally wrapped that! That's my famous curly top gift wrap. Lol. So, we gave Papa this gift today, although he already tried it days ago. Guess it's just for formality.

Dinner were again on me and my brah. Mama said she didn't have money anymore blah blah blah. So before leaving for dinner tonight, we searched in the internet anywhere we can save the most money.

Then, we saw this:

Sounds reasonable, eh? For 599, the meal is good for four and you get a planner. Great deal for a kuripot like me. Funny thing was, I kept on reminding the cashier about the planner but she kept on ignoring me. But no, I won't leave this establishment without getting the most of my money.

Apparently, the planner wasn't a planner. It was just a notebook. Maybe that's the reason why I got ignored 253783 times.

Anyways, aside from my kakuriputan, my deep eyebags, and the big teethy smile I got from you, my dear Papa, thank you so much for all the things you have done for me all these years. I am so blessed to have you as my father. You were the right dad for me and Toto. I love you and may I have salary increase in the soonest time possible so we can eat better meals next time! Hahahah. :)

Happy Father's day! :)

The downfall of my online ego

I know it's wrong to bash on the net but I own this blog, so I guess that gives me all the rights to write anything I want.

So first things first, I am actually a fragile person. I easily get broken just with simple words. I know that's very childish of me, but I'm working on it and just now, I'm not yet perfecting it.

Alright, now let me give you a backgrounder. I like watching Korean drama series. Most of the people I know aren't the proudest people when it comes to these Koreans. But in my case, I don't really care. I'm not a die-hard fan who'll cry in the night when my favorite Kpop band breaks up.

Anyways, two months ago, I decided to watch Secret Garden on YouTube. It's been months since my friend, Abie, recommended this drama. (Oops. She's a closeted Kdrama fan. Hahaha. Kidding.) Episode 3 was missing so I decided to look for another video hosting site for Korean dramas. Thanks to Google, it lead me to this amazing site.

So while I was watching Secret Garden, I noticed this little chatbox on the right side of the screen. There were people talking about BigBang that my interest grew in joining the convo. Since then, I enjoyed talking to the people who also had the same interests as mine.

Days, weeks, months passed. Everyone's nice, except for the random guys who like saying swear words. I wonder why they were there when they really don't have a care in the world with Kdramas.

The people I met there were mostly fun and funny at the same time. Then I met this guy today. He demanded me to state my name, age, etc. I ignored him at first cause in the back of my head he doesn't have nothing on me to make demands. Then after a while, he asked me again, so I replied to his question.

Then after a while, he told me to change my pic so he can see clearly whether I am pretty or not. So I told him I'm not pretty, end of discussion. Then he asked me again where I'm from and I said from the Philippines.

Then, here's where he got me mad. Right after I said I'm from the Philippines, he told me I AM NOT HIS TYPE.

WTH. YOU ARE NOT MY TYPE EITHER.

And to tell you honestly, you don't really have any right to sort people into "YOUR TYPE" and "NOT YOUR TYPE" when you actually have a dog as your picture.

I don't understand how people can act cool and make you feel inferior when it's the internet after all. So okay, words are empty and null. You can tell us how great you are, but WTH, why are you stuck all day in front of the internet when you can live your cool life.

These pictures describe well what I want to say:

So please, do me a favor and stop acting like your the greatest person on earth--no one's buying it.




My gosh. My online ego is crushed to pieces. >.<

What I complain about

Today, I wanna talk about complaining.

People complain all the time. I could say I am one of those people who complains a lot. But you wouldn't hear me say anything, unless I feel really at ease with you. Normally, I would appear like I would cope up with the given situation, but in my head, I've run through all the complaints a person could have in an entire lifetime. Yeah, that's how dangerous my head is.

When I come home, I would rant non-stop about how my day was. My parents would feel really bad for me--but they didn't know I actually exaggerated my story just a bit. Ha. Sorry Mum and Pops.

I was interested to see what's the most people complain about. I googled it, but I returned zero results. But I would really want to know top complaints people have.

So maybe I'll just put the top things I mostly complain about:

1.) The tricycle drivers in my community

If there's a prize for the most annoying trike drivers in the Phils, they would definitely win it. My barangay is the nearest baranggay from the paradahan. So when I say that I want a trike ride going there, they would instantly give you a frown cause it means lesser payment for them. Other times, they would make you wait for a long time. They don't believe in the motto, "First com, first serve." In contrast, they think this way, "Higher pay, first serve."

2.) People who think they are better than everyone else.

Enough said.

3.) Eating the same thing for at least 3 consecutive days.

My mother is the funniest mother alive. See, when she knew we liked the dish she prepared for us, she will do that same dish week long. Often times, we complain a lot when that happens. But she still does that most of the time.

4.) Generation gap

Back to my mom, so she's new to social networking sites, right? And recently, I took a photo of my two cousins that she wanted so bad to join in the Mossimo facebook competition. She asked her friends to like those photos, but her friends (being the same age as her and suffering from this gen gap) liked the wall post and not the link. Everyday, shw would ask me and my brother why the likes didn't show in the Mossimo page. Everytime we try to explain it, she just wouldn't get it.

Then, there's this event that I recently took a photo of. The participants were bugging me to upload the photos, which I can't because they are owned by the company. My brain cells are popping constantly whenever I receive messages from them. What I did was I sorted the photos that they appeared in and sent to their respective emails. There's this person, who is maybe in her late 40s or so, who is still bugging me about the photos when I already sent them many many days ago. She said she can't find the download link. I'd swear I wanna die at that time.

5.) People who treats me as if they hired me

At least ask nicely. Thanks.






So, there are 7259438083 more things I complain about but I have to go back to work. I was bored with what I was writing so decided to write a blog. But this blog bores me now. Lols.

Back to workkkkkk~

First ever UP shirt!

Yesterday, I ran an errand for my boss. Walking the streets of grove was really nostalgic. I was wearing only a white shirt and brown shorts, I blended in too easily. I felt like a student again!

While waiting for the 100-pages prints, I store-hopped and finally convinced myself to buy a UP shirt. For the four years I stayed in the university, it hadn't occurred to me oven once to buy a shirt. Oh maybe it occurred to me. I just didn't pursue the idea for some reason.

Ta-dah~!

Happy--I finally felt I belonged.

Oh gosh. This shirt reminds me so much of my last days in the univ. I wanna be a student again!

Di bale. Mukha pa rin namang estudyante. Hahaha. Lols, define messy hair. >:)

How do you know if you deserve something?

I remembered how I complained about a grade I got in one of my subjects in college. It was the first time I did that. I felt like I never deserved the grade I got, with all the effort I made. I don't usually do that. I was never grade-conscious. It's just that I loved that subject too much and I knew I deserved better.

So I paid a visit to my teacher and asked her why I got the grade. She showed me my performance in her class; my raw scores and all. It wasn't as high as I thought it would. She explained that I missed out a lot on the absences that I incurred--though they were excused absences.

Maybe I'm stubborn, but up to this day, I still feel that I deserve a better grade.

How do I know that I deserve better? I just knew I do. And I'm not talking about grades now. I'm talking about life in general. I know I'm not supposed to believe in luck, but I'm pretty luckless in these kinds of things. I often get what I don't deserve.

Or maybe I just think too highly of myself.

I know there are lots of people out there who are underserved and get less than what they should have. Office workers who work overtime without incentives, stuntmen who are unrecognized in Awards ceremonies, etc., etc. But right now, I feel like I am the worst-case scenario.



YOU KNOW I DESERVE MORE THAN THIS.

Define busog.

I wish everyday's Raffy's day! Haha.

Oh, come to think of it, I wouldn't wish for it. I'll grow fatter than I already am. Haha.

Today, I had loads of fun (and loads of calories added as well). I don't have a photo of the festive dinner we had, but I'm pretty sure Raffy will have it in his blog. (rafaeljames.blogspot.com)

Thank you, rafman. You're the man! Happy birthday! XO. :))

TRRNT

I was an hour and a half late for work today. And the primary culprit? The cold rain.

I was having a hard time pulling myself out of bed due to the cold mornings. Oh, how I love it. But I bet my boss doesn't.

So, today, I had my second day of exercising. Haha! I'm happy I lasted for two days, and I'm looking forward to tomorrow. But I'm thinking that I really must change my sleeping pattern. I always end up sleeping at maybe 2 in the morning and I promise myself that I can take just a few hours of sleep. But it never happened! I always end up waking up at 8am. Then tomorrow the video I'm using will take forever to buffer in Youtube.

Thank Heavens, there is torrent. I found a file for the exercise video I'm using and I'm downloading it right now. Yay!

The software really comes in handy. Like I can download a whole series in just a blink of an eye. Actually, not really. But the wait is worth it. Haha. Then, I remember something. Last night, I was really looking forward to watching the season finale of Glee. There's Rachel in the middle of the screen, admiring the beauty of NY. Then, she spoke...


..in French.

I was browsing through the downloaded folder if there's an English sub for Glee. And how pathetic is that--looking for an english subtitle for an American series that is dubbed in French. Yeah, that awkward moment when you finally realize how stupid you really are.


Anyways, I can't wait for the season premiere of Pretty Little Liars! Been waiting for it since the season finale. Woooot. Torrent uploaders, please upload it ASAP. I love youuuuuuu. :)

Don't be brave. Just run.

I think I was seven when I first watched Forrest Gump. I didn't completely understand what it was about. All I know was the female character, Jenny, was suddenly disappearing and reappearing most of the times.

Until today, I find her character very interesting. She's probably one of my most favorite characters of all time. She made Forrest fall head over heels for her just to leave him the next morning. She's a mess, but she still found someone who took her as she was.

Her thoughts were also fascinating. Like the time he made Forrest promise to not be brave and run away. Recently, I've been seeing the bigger picture as to how I've become like this. My personality was molded primarily because of the things I liked and did when I was a kid. Maybe I looked up to Jenny when I was young. Because I was never brave; no instance that I can remember of. I'm always running away.

Sometimes, I think that maybe I shouldn't be attached to a lot of people so that I'll never be hurt when the time they had to go. Or maybe I should leave first before I'll be left behind. Maybe I should stop being a Jenny. The walls I built are already too thick. Running away all the time can also get tiresome.

Maybe it's time to be brave.






Chos. Drama much? :)

Good morning!

So, hi.

This fatty woke up at 8:00 am again, after having to turn off the alarm three times. I decided to go to work at probably 9:30 am, just so I can start this whole exercise routine I found on youtube.

These days our internet connection at home is reallyyyyyyyyyyy slooooooooooow. The reason why I'm still here is because an eight minute video on youtube has not been fully buffered in 5 minutes. Now, I'm thinking about eating first. Oh no. I have to stop these thoughts.

But wait. When doing a work out, should you eat first or eat after?

When I eat beforehand, the food inside my stomach might rumble and I might get a stomachache. On the other hand, if I eat after, then the calories I will hopefully burn will just return. What to do? Maybe I just shouldn't eat at all.

Well honestly, I don't want to be stick thin. I want to get fit. I remember, before being a fatty as I am today, I used to be really thin that my neck grew long like a giraffe. Haha. At least my friends said so. Not a pretty sight, I'm telling you. So I just want to reduce just a few pounds. Just enough for me not to feel my stomach fats piling up when I sit lazily on a chair with my usual bad posture. Hahaha. Wow, my self-esteem went down to a level now.

I'M FAT I'M FAT I'M FAT I'M FAT I'M FAT

Try listening to a pop song you'd never be caught listening to over and over and over again.

Annoying, right?

Try putting up with people telling you how fat you became every single day. I tell you, it's even more annoying.

They say better to tell the truth than to conceal it with a lie. But okay, I get it, you don't have to tell me on repeat.

So last night, I convinced myself to devote 30 minutes of my time every morning just to do some simple exercise.  But I woke up at 8 AM, because my stupid phone didn't alarm.

For tonight, I killed my supposedly "cutting-half-of-what-i-can-eat" diet because my mom cooked my favorite dish, caldereta. OMG. I'll never get rid of them fats.

Tomorrow, I'll try again. Hopefully, I can sustain my exercise and diet.

If your reading this and you're one of those people who can't keep their comments to themselves, I KNOW I'M FAT SO GET OVER IT.

Hundred days of portraiture

One of my professors told us in a lecture before that scientists do not really create great and big ideas inside the laboratory. Instead, they come up with big ideas inside coffee shops while having lazy conversations with friends.

But I'm no scientist, so my so called great ideas are built inside jeepneys. :)

I love traveling through this little piece of transpo. It makes me think while the wind brushes through my hair. So, a few days ago, while I was traveling home, I came up with an idea of posting photos of people who inspired me.

So, I created a new blog. Here's the link: hundreddaysofportraiture.blogspot.com

But unlike those 365 projects, I won't really upload everyday. The hundred days might even a lie. Hahaha. But I will really try. I won't promise anything, but I'll really try my best to fulfill these hundred days.

Help me, k? :)

Mean Doe Row

You might have not noticed it, but I was away for two days.

When I was in elementary school and had to take a leave from class for a few days, I feel extra awkward the day I came back. I don't like the attention--people asking you where you've been, what you did, etc., etc. But everytime I come back, not a lot of people noticed that I was not actually there.

It saved me the explanation, and the big talks about experiences, but it also kinda feel sad when nobody really knew you were gone. So growing up, I got used to being distant and awkward all the time. I leave without warning, I come back without notice. And nobody even knew.

Well, I'm not going emo on you today. Hahaha. Gosh, these rainy days are doing me no good!

Anyways, I was away for two days. My boss sent me to Mindoro to do some business thingy. It was an all-work-no-play kind of trip. But it did become memorable for me, since I'm not really used to being alone on such trips. To be honest, I think my boss did the wrong thing sending me there because first, I'm not good in dealing with new people, and two, I'm forgetful with all the things I needed to do.

So the first part of my story is already too tragic. The morning before my trip, I had to take some photos for the book my boss needed to do. I said to myself, "This isn't right, everything's in perfect shape." Boom. Wish granted. When I open my boss' flash drive, my computer reacted way too seriously saying it has 237692 viruses. My instinct said, "Just let it be, it's not like it's gonna cause you your computer." But my other side argued, "No, follow what the anti-virus said, it might delete your most treasured files." So yeah, I followed my heart and cleaned my computer. And yes, all the files in the flash drive went missing.

If I can call 911 and report the missing files, I would. I knew this would happen, but I still followed my foolish heart's decision of keeping my sentiments. Now, this will cost me my job.

So, my next option was to tell my boss exactly what happened. Because I'm such a very lucky person, my cellphone suddenly got broken. Tell me how lucky I am.

So I guess, it was just up to me to fix this mess.

Thankfully, my friend, Khel, was at home. His Fridays are his free days from school. He helped me recover the files. Though it took us quite some time to recover the files and back up them. My mom had to take care of the things I needed to bring because I was gonna be late for our meeting place.

Blah blah blah.

I suddenly got tired of writing.

On my own

I am quite nervous for tomorrow. I'll be traveling with a bunch of strangers, not sure how to go about the two days I'll be away from home. This is all new to me. But I have to go pass through this.

Man, I wish I can fast-forward time.

I miss you, P.

I've never realized how much I missed taking photos until today. Yes, my boss called me late in the afternoon to take some ID photos of his employees, but it still brought me so much joy.

I know I'm not the best photographer around, I don't even know if I will ever be great. The aperture-shutter speed-iso combo became really confusing to me--not that I actually mastered them in the past. But, hey, all I know is that photography makes me happy. :)

Someone told me before that girls like things they can't have. Maybe photography is that something I can't have. My photos always come mis-framed or out of focus or bitin, but I'd like to believe there's still room for improvement.

Gosh. I suddenly miss everyone in CPS. Wish I can go back to the summer of 2010.

:)

Lol. This is actually the first picture I can take credit for in this blog. I took my little cousin's photo today as well. And I don't have the original copy of the pic. :)