On being away

February 16, 2009

I know that it has been a while since I have updated this site. Truth be told, WordPress has been blocked in the office for a not-so-valid reason (well actually, the reason why it was blocked is that WordPress is a “forum” site, which I completely disagree).

Well, I know for a fact that some of the employees (count me in) resort to blogging when boredom is getting in the hair. You can’t help it. We can’t be playing Pinball and Spider Solitaire all the time.

On second note, some of us don’t do our tasks anymore (again, that counts me in). But wouldn’t it be nice not to block WordPress, so we can bloghop and get new ideas from other bloggers? I mean, the field is writing. Wouldn’t the blogosphere be a great help?

I don’t want to whine, but yes, the current project’s not doing us any good. Two of my colleagues have resigned because of being burned out. Somehow, I also want to express here that I, too, don’t have any drive to do the job anymore. To think, those two are our front runners. They are the cream of the crop (read: they are paid the highest). Darn! But I digress.

The thought of it is just excruciatingly exhausting.

And oh, the internet at home’s not back yet since I haven’t paid the 3-month bill plus the reconnection fee yet. How convenient! Hehe

So, I’m telling y’all that I might be away for a while. And I will surely miss you.

P.S. baka di muna ako makavisit sa ibang sites. One hour lang ako sa cafe eh. hehehe. 😆



August 22, 2008

Nothing scares the hell out of me than leaving my cellular phone at home. I was in a hurry for work. Besides the fact that I needed it to contact some people, it is still “unli.” I just got the confirmation that I could use my Globe Unlimited Text around 5 in the morning. Yes, I was still up by that time. And the fact that I can’t use it from 9 in the morning until 6 in the evening just makes me wanna cry. I know I’m overreacting. But it’s just a waste of money. How can I live up to my motto “Lugiin ang Globe sa UNLITXT?” Okay, I usually send around 1000 text messages in a day (Globe-to-Globe), and that only costs me 20 pesos. But I can’t also go back home and risk my 100 pesos for being late for work. Argghh!

Worse, my mom’s in the house. The phone doesn’t have security lock. The tendency is, she will be reading all my messages – from inbox to sent items to drafts to outbox to archives to all other folders. And oh, that includes call registers. Before, she read my 500 plus messages. All of those are the private ones. Geez, I am such a klutz! Why do I keep messages anyway? I have to learn my lesson that not all the time my phone’s with me. Now, I’m down on my knees, praying that the phone would turn off on its own. Lucky me, it has a PIN code. But I just recharged it and there will be no way that it will be turned off. Now, I’m dead, frightened out of my own wit. I’m calling all the gods and goddesses, including Dyosa, to help me. Please, spare my life.

Oh, I have to get back to work, else, I’d be deader than ever.

Where have I been? It’s been quite a very long time since I haven’t visited this site. Hmmm. Let’s just say, I was very busy with my job. Yeah. Was. And oh, am. There has been a lot of things that happened to me. I was busy doing stuffs and organizing some pseudo-outings and phony reunions, whatsoever. But I digress.

Well, have you ever tried like drinking the whole night and stopping only when you feel the heat of the sun on your skin? I have. And, I only took a nap for about an hour.  After that, I went home. Drunk, yes. Sleepy, of course. Unfortunately, some passengers just can’t understand why hygeine is important. Argghh. There was this guy who I believe was drunk as well who smelled like reek. Geez, you don’t want to pong  that sweaty armpit.

So, when I got home, I took an-hour shower. In the shower I use a water activated gel cleanser, then a honey almond body scrub, and on the face an exfoliating gel scrub. Then I apply an herb-mint facial mask which I leave on for 10 minutes while I prepare the rest of my routine. I always use an after shave lotion with little or no alcohol, because alcohol dries your face out and makes you look older. Then moisturizer, then an anti-aging eye balm followed by a final moisturizing protective lotion. Nah, I’m not the serial psycho killer Patrick Bateman in American Psycho (2000).

I just love shower. It makes me sober. With only an hour sleep, I headed for school for a Mother’s-day celebration. Well, we love our chairperson. She made us bigheaded. She defended us during our university days.  She allowed us to play Defense of the Ancient (DotA) in our computer laboratory. On top of that, she topped the Licensure Examination for Teachers (LET). Who doesn’t love that? We are just too proud. Uh, am I telling a story here? Probably. So much for that.

After school, some officemates decided to hit the bottle of vodka. Hmmm, sounds like I’m gonna be drunk again. Drunk plus drunk equals sober. Sounds great, huh? So, after four shots, I guess, I decided to go home. I just can’t imagine myself being so drunk I’d crawl on the bathroom floor. And so, that was it.

So, what am I trying to convey here? Okay, what I’m trying to say is that I was busy. I am busy. And, I will be busy. And, I don’t have much time for writing.

Okay. I have to be back reading ‘The Magic Fan.’

Days of The Dead Living

April 18, 2008

I am a walking zombie, a dead meat. The difference is that a zombie is a dead person brought to life. Me? I am a living person brought to death. But, we look the same – someone who had been to hell and was sent back to earth to feed on human flesh.

I haven’t had sleep for the past 24 hours. And the last time I had a spoonful of rice was yesterday’s lunch. Oh, isn’t that great? Just an ordinary wakeful nights and hungry days. Sometimes I just want to be a vampire, so I don’t feel guilty of not being able to sleep at night. So it won’t be sinful, staring at clocks and waiting for it to slap me that it’s already 4 or 5 o’clock in the morning.

That’s why I hate seeing friends. I just can’t refuse their alluring invitations to play DotA, or Silkroad Online. I just can’t turn down their offers to compete and have fun in mIRC’s trivia channels. And I just can’t say no when they ask to level up our Friendster accounts.

Now, I’m doomed. Something’s running inside my stomach, and I feel like  puking my innards. I feel like I’m drunk without even licking a drop of alcoholic drink. I felt dizzy, and the world just can’t stop turning. The cup of coffee I had this morning just can’t stop my eyelids from closing. So, if any of you could teach me the art of sleeping with eyes open, then we should start the session. Now! Or do you know the best stimulant besides coffee, dark chocolates, or coke, because they aren’t just as effective as caffeine?

By the way, it’s good to be back after two weeks.


March 14, 2008

I am rushed off my feet now. So, I’m indisposed.