oooops!

and then again, i left my phone in a mall's foodcourt, but made sure that i brought the near-empty waterbottle with me. okey, anyone who wanna poke me, fall in line please. 

one thing made me realized, though. there are superheroes roaming around the world disguised as normal human being wearing street clothes. so, a big thanks to the cute guy who gave my phone to the mall's customer service. i'm not sure how cute you are, but, your honesty makes up for it! so, in my brain, you're one of those nerd guys who wears leotards with cape and has his initial printed on his chest.. i'm already in-love with you.. so, here's a noisy, wet tsuk-pak-boom kiss especially delivered for you.

awkward moment 2

it's almost 8 in the evening.

you're riding in an elevator with someone. then at some point of the ride, your eyes meet. you learned that he is the guy you met in the pantry hours ago. of course, you are the kind of person who smile at everything that moves. so, you flash him your not-so pearly white teeth. then he starts a conversation. gracious that you are, you answered at every question that he throws at you. then the elevator dings, you're in the ground floor already. silence came. you two walk out from the lift then out from the building. you need a 400-meter sprint for you to get a ride. and of course, so is he. 

then you two walk side by side on the pavement. then it's awkward not to talk anymore. so, you ask about work and the school he was into. later, you think the talk is getting lame already. but you're too courteous to end it, and of course, so is he.

and then it's time for you to separate ways. then you wanted to say "bye ____ ", but you don't even know his name. so you just give him a wave. it doesn't even count as one, because you just merely raised your hand. you're glad that that awkwardness is over, and you think, "of course, so is he".

die-ting

i'm having this trial and error diet thing since i notice that my 2nd-grade-crush's waistline is as big as my.... thigh! so, i draw imaginary monsters on bread so as not to look them appetizing. then i skip breakfasts to my mother's horror. but the moment the admiration fades awy, monsters turns to fairies. and kids love fairies!!!and then there comes the revenge, i munch everything that resembles food.

i am one of those crazy chic where 'diet always starts tomorrow'. believe me, cakes and ice creams have little mouths on them that says "come, taste me, taste me". they teased me, and obedient that i am, so i obliged. and by the way, taste and teased sounded the same in my toungue, i'm that bad in pronunciation.

foods that i love to hate:

rice. how can rice be so tempting? they don't even utilize much of my taste buds. i am pinoy, so, to not eat rice a meal is like having no meal at all.

chocolates. does anyone on earth does not love that ungodly thing. coz i'm having an affair with that sinful son of a b*tch. and that's my longest relationship by far. the person who had invented that must have think of me. i have all this vision when i was a kid that i'm gonna marry in a chocolate factory.. chocolate-flavored host (bread used in the service of Mass), chocolate-flavored wine, bouquet of chocolate flowers. confettis made up of chocolates thrown up in the air. nothing in the reception but chocolates (wiping drool). and i'm still hopeful that there comes a day, chocolate would be calorie free. then, i'd swipe all the chocolates in the world and then some. and when it happens, i'll spend the rest of my days eating chocolates!!

confections. i think i was brought into the world sucking a lollipop. is it mom? sweets is my bestfriend. we get along really well. we're inseparable.

junkfoods. salty, deep fry junks that comes in any form. french fries, potato chips, burgers, i luv 'em all.

fatty meat versus vegetables. i am carnivorous in every inch of my body. i can't imagine being a vegan and only eat tasteless grasses. i mean veggies. i eat vegetables, and that's because, when i was a kid, my mother has her own share of ploy, saying that it's good for the skin and they make me smart, and so on, and so forth. so everytime i eat it, it feels like adding points to my IQ. never comes a meal that i eat vegetables because i want to eat it and not i need to eat it.

[to PETA] i love animals, i really do. and it makes me sad to eat them, but hear me out. God has a reason that he puts me on top of food chain - to eat everything below me and that includes animals [and sausages and hams and everything that is fatty]. and to not do my duty on the food chain would destroy the circle of life. hihihihihihi.. yeah! i make reasons to not feel guilty. hey, at least i didn't use fur. i used animals for survival and not for fun!

oh, dear lord, why do you make vegetables taste like vegetables.

owwwkie!

i think she likes me :D

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i don't understand that much, but i'm touched.
i don't know her but she's such a sweet little girl.
i randomly add her in facebook (which i rarely do when i don't know the person) thinking she's my friend's sister coz they share the same surname.

into the words

When boredom eats me 

and ideas dripping off of my head,

when stress and fatigue is sipping through my nerves

and I want to escape from work and in reality as overall

All I need is a channel to release this tension that's lurking inside of me

It is when I find the best way to kill weariness using the best weapon there is

And so I write

And though, it may not as good as that of Austen's

and may not as skilled as that of Poe's

And most of the time,

it is as senseless as the graffiti on the berlin wall,

but bear with me

coz I just need an escape

And I find solace in the goddamn words that spilled out of my nous

It offers tranquility beyond any man on the moon

And so I write

Web Page

-- click me --

levels of idiocy

february 28

i'm having a bad day from lining up at the bank, minus the fact that i'm 300 bucks poorer for paying the affidavit of lost and the ATM replacement fee. and yeah, for the wasted time too. 

so to speak, i'm applying for ATM card replacement for the one i had lost (see previous post). i think i'm very good at this already, i could memorize the application form.

i got so much time to kill. so, rather than to mentally mock all the people inside the bank (which i always do) of the tiny flaws that they have (either a fashion victim, smudgy make-ups, irritable manners, etc), i decided to be a good girl and just sit like a grade shool student. i occupied my mind of my lost wallet, and try to comprehend why this thing always happen to me.

leaving things somewhere on earth becomes a hobby already. pakset(word!).

i manage to demonstrate stupidity on so many levels. i should be getting a guinness record for this.

so for recaps:

• i brought hankies with me and none of them returned home. that's why i stay away from that rectangular sheets of cloth anymore. tissue paper is a lot better.
• i lost books during grade/high school that sets my mother's enrage.
• i lost IDs. so, whoever invented slings for IDs, i praise your name. though, that wont help sometimes :(
• i left umbrellas the moment it disentangled from my hands.
• i left homeworks and assignments at home and redo the whole thing in school :(
• i left bag on school canteens. seriously, who does that? normal people don't do that! how on earth could someone left her bag? i better seek psychological help :(
• i always forgot where i put my phone.
• i left purse on restos and fastfoods. one time, i had a late lunch date with my friend and colleague, danica ann tago, in jollibee, IT park (near our working place). i have with me this knitted red and golden purse that hasn't hit by soap from the day it was purchased.  it's loaded with 400 worth of bills and coins. it's been with me for two years surprisingly and haven't washed since on (mama told me that money is dirty, so i wonder, how much germs are camping from that purse already). anyways, that was around 1:00pm. so, eat. blah-blah-blah. eat. done. then we went back to the office leaving the poor coin purse ladened with germs behind. i haven't remember the poor thing 'til it's 7:00pm and home time. i don't have even a peso with me for fare. to make the story short, i recovered my germy purse back. from then on, i love the jollibee crew even more :D
• i already lost 3 ATM cards and 2 credit cards and countless of wallets/purses and money.

and i could go on with the list....

so, mother, did you forget to tell me that i had a twin when i was born, and that is stupidity? forgive me for the choice of word, but when you're stuck in a line and bored, you could be harsh and abrasive even to your favorite person, and that for me is myself.

i wonder, if i had detachable body parts then i don't have anything left for me, they are all gone.

so back to the bank. the moment i am in front of the teller, i could not help but to notice her chafed face that says "you again?!". so, i give her my best response - a shrugged shoulder.