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Saturday, June 28, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
In the spirit of Arbor
Yes, it is that time of the year again :D Just going to plug some events here.
June 25 - Arbor Day Launch
7:00 AM
Parade (WMSU to Petit Barracks)
8:00 AM
Program (We are goin' to hug them century-old trees. Yowza!)
June 28 - Coastal Clean-up
8:30 AM
Cawa Cawa
June 29 - To-ree Puh-lanting
8:00 AM
Murok, Pasonanca
Yessireee ;p
June 25 - Arbor Day Launch
7:00 AM
Parade (WMSU to Petit Barracks)
8:00 AM
Program (We are goin' to hug them century-old trees. Yowza!)
June 28 - Coastal Clean-up
8:30 AM
Cawa Cawa
June 29 - To-ree Puh-lanting
8:00 AM
Murok, Pasonanca
Yessireee ;p
Friday, June 20, 2008
Finding Sidney
Found Sidney Sheldon's first book, the Naked Face, in the trash bin yesterday, in between two baby kittens.
It was covered with kitty amniotic fluid and by-products, but a little alcohol did the trick :D
Now, please God, if only I could find Jeffrey Archer's Kane and Abel...
It was covered with kitty amniotic fluid and by-products, but a little alcohol did the trick :D
Now, please God, if only I could find Jeffrey Archer's Kane and Abel...
Thursday, June 12, 2008
It's personal
It's a fact. I've got zero self-confidence, and when I hit the negative, I can whine the pants off anyone.
And this comment does not help:
"Walang kinabukasan ang mga kabataan sa iyo."
'Tis a joke, they say, that I took personally.
Like hell. Yes, I take it personally. This is the pits. Oh, this is personal. This is war. It's not a joke. It's an insult. No future?! Wtf?!
Whatever. I don't care.
And this comment does not help:
"Walang kinabukasan ang mga kabataan sa iyo."
'Tis a joke, they say, that I took personally.
Like hell. Yes, I take it personally. This is the pits. Oh, this is personal. This is war. It's not a joke. It's an insult. No future?! Wtf?!
Whatever. I don't care.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
06.11.08
TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN:
I just realized that I have a big problem with my wardrobe. Today, I was supposed to attend a seminar at a fancy hotel in the city. I didn't get much sleep the night before, but because it was my first seminar in a year, I woke up at the ungodly hour of 7:00 AM. And luckily, I did. I had nothing to wear.
Well, I had clothes and shirts and pants, of course. What I did not have was an appropriate thing to wear. I could not rely on past experiences with seminars to get a measure of what was deemed as appropriate apparel, as I went in jeans and shirts in every single thing that I attended since high school.
The simple task of dressing up became an inner dialogue with the self; decorum, fashion, self-expression, human rights and finally, the mastery of jeans over skirts, of shirts over blouse. By the time I was inside the jeepney, I had in my head a manifesto, that jeans and shirts are equals to blouses and fancy dresses, and that people who wear them must not be viewed as inferior to those who wear signature clothings.
I dreamed of the day, where I could waltz in on a job interview, dressed in my favorite FLCL shirt and sneakers and not in some high-heeled, open-toed sandal that was patterned after a medieval torture device.
I remain.
Whatever would have happened in that seminar, I will not know.
I got canceled, on the very last minute.
And I thank my common sense. I chose my shirt and sneakers over my mother's blouse and sandals.
The gods be praised.
I just realized that I have a big problem with my wardrobe. Today, I was supposed to attend a seminar at a fancy hotel in the city. I didn't get much sleep the night before, but because it was my first seminar in a year, I woke up at the ungodly hour of 7:00 AM. And luckily, I did. I had nothing to wear.
Well, I had clothes and shirts and pants, of course. What I did not have was an appropriate thing to wear. I could not rely on past experiences with seminars to get a measure of what was deemed as appropriate apparel, as I went in jeans and shirts in every single thing that I attended since high school.
The simple task of dressing up became an inner dialogue with the self; decorum, fashion, self-expression, human rights and finally, the mastery of jeans over skirts, of shirts over blouse. By the time I was inside the jeepney, I had in my head a manifesto, that jeans and shirts are equals to blouses and fancy dresses, and that people who wear them must not be viewed as inferior to those who wear signature clothings.
I dreamed of the day, where I could waltz in on a job interview, dressed in my favorite FLCL shirt and sneakers and not in some high-heeled, open-toed sandal that was patterned after a medieval torture device.
I remain.
Whatever would have happened in that seminar, I will not know.
I got canceled, on the very last minute.
And I thank my common sense. I chose my shirt and sneakers over my mother's blouse and sandals.
The gods be praised.
Thursday, June 05, 2008
One rather really long post
I should have written down my thoughts last week. I had so much dopamine running through my system, my head wanted to explode. Now that the internet is loading, and I have a free moment, I go blank. My head is failing me :s
Firstly, our office have just finished moving, which will explain my week-long absence from the internet (serious withdrawal symptoms :D). Prior to moving, we had to hunt down for boxes, which are now being sold rather than being given away. Yes, the indecency! Anyhow, I wanted to spend my last few days at the office downloading every single anime episode I wanted to watch, but I think it would not have looked too good to the bosses, me sitting on my behind while everybody was working. But then, after I began helping out, it gave out the idea that I was able to do manual labor (cheap at that, since all I asked for was fare money), thus, my final days were committed to lifting and packing boxes. My first week at our new place was also devoted to, surprise, surprise, lifting and UN-packing boxes :p
Still, not everyone can say that they cataloged all office books in just one day without an inventory list. I knew I should have taken library sciences.
Our new office is really homey. In fact, it's so homey, that at exactly 3:00 PM, I get really sleepy. And I get hungry on time. Luckily, my superiors also feed me on time. Oh yeah!
Now, we're quite settled in. The place looks habitable, we've got our PCs and internet connected, we have cubicles and offices, even a TV set :o And, the air conditioner was installed yesterday. I even have two tables, one on the ground floor, the other on the 2nd floor :D Accordingly, running up and down the stairs every so often is a sure-fire way to lose weight.
Post transfer, I did not get to do anything. As I've said, I was busy helping out with search and rescue operations for lost paperworks and hardwares. Another thing that I've been busy with is typing. Typing on the typewriter! We've got loads of legal stuff that we have to finish, so I'm helping out by doing lots of OT and fancy typewriting. Anyhow, I've got hand spasms right now, and one big, blister on my middle finger as proof of my hard work. Still, typewriting is addicting.
Now, if only typewriters can connect to the internet. Imagine the possibilities >:D
I haven't tinkered with Photoshop in a while, but I've got two pictures I want to share. I can't upload anything right now (damn this internet connection) so, here's a link and another link :/
Did and done.
Firstly, our office have just finished moving, which will explain my week-long absence from the internet (serious withdrawal symptoms :D). Prior to moving, we had to hunt down for boxes, which are now being sold rather than being given away. Yes, the indecency! Anyhow, I wanted to spend my last few days at the office downloading every single anime episode I wanted to watch, but I think it would not have looked too good to the bosses, me sitting on my behind while everybody was working. But then, after I began helping out, it gave out the idea that I was able to do manual labor (cheap at that, since all I asked for was fare money), thus, my final days were committed to lifting and packing boxes. My first week at our new place was also devoted to, surprise, surprise, lifting and UN-packing boxes :p
Still, not everyone can say that they cataloged all office books in just one day without an inventory list. I knew I should have taken library sciences.
Our new office is really homey. In fact, it's so homey, that at exactly 3:00 PM, I get really sleepy. And I get hungry on time. Luckily, my superiors also feed me on time. Oh yeah!
Now, we're quite settled in. The place looks habitable, we've got our PCs and internet connected, we have cubicles and offices, even a TV set :o And, the air conditioner was installed yesterday. I even have two tables, one on the ground floor, the other on the 2nd floor :D Accordingly, running up and down the stairs every so often is a sure-fire way to lose weight.
Post transfer, I did not get to do anything. As I've said, I was busy helping out with search and rescue operations for lost paperworks and hardwares. Another thing that I've been busy with is typing. Typing on the typewriter! We've got loads of legal stuff that we have to finish, so I'm helping out by doing lots of OT and fancy typewriting. Anyhow, I've got hand spasms right now, and one big, blister on my middle finger as proof of my hard work. Still, typewriting is addicting.
Now, if only typewriters can connect to the internet. Imagine the possibilities >:D
I haven't tinkered with Photoshop in a while, but I've got two pictures I want to share. I can't upload anything right now (damn this internet connection) so, here's a link and another link :/
Did and done.
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