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Thursday, August 31, 2006 |
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| MULTI - ASKING (and THANKING) |
MY BIRTHDAY WISHLIST: (Nyahahaha)  A. PIXEL SURGEONS: Extreme Manipulation of the Figure in Photography by Martin Dawber. And MAXIMALISM (National Book Store) B. TEEN TITANS Season 2 onwards : (Please I beg you, whoever holds a DVD copy of Teen Titans, I am willing to trade my friends' livers, my doggie's favorite chew toy or ummm my office mate's soul. SWAP or TRADE IN /NEG.) *cackle* C. IDOG (Since my place is unsuitable for a real, live pet, I am in need of a robotic companion. Every evil villain has an evil pet. I have decided to name my future canine BONER. (branded for obvious reasons) D. Canon EOS 30 D : I know it's asking for too much but this is just in hopes that some secret evil society would stumble upon my blog and decide to fund my quest for world deconstruction. E. Sexing the Cherry // Oranges are not the only fruits by Jeneatte Winterson. Any book by David Sedaris F. A DVD Writer/Burner: G. The power to make anyone immensely horny by will.
H. And umm Immortality. Yeah. That's about it. Heheh. *** AND FOR THOSE WHO MADE MY LIFE SWEET. THANK YOU FOR BRIBING MY LOVE.
 A. Butterfly IPOD Speakers from RON (and the perpetual ride home and... et. al)
B. Guess V-Neck Shirt from MYKL (and the big box of goodies). C. Bora Rainbowbrite beltbag from Tata D. Bench fever issue #87  E. UCB BE United Perfume from Ate Peng
F. America's Next Top Model Passes from Kayel Monday was the premiere night of America's Next Top Model Cycle 5 at Glorietta Cinema 3. It was pointless to go. It’s probably going to air out on TV the same week. So all five tickets to the show gone down the drain. Though on second thought it would have been interesting to see what kind of crowd draws to such an event. There is a 95% chance that someone will show up resembling like a fashion road kill. G. Ipod Bulleted IPOD string from Belle (finally) and the Starbucks gift cert. *wuv you* H. Bora bracelets from Kaye
Sick.Sadistic.Shallow. Deconstructing the World before bedtime.
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| The Hills are Alive |
It was one of those gut feel.
The same thing girls get when they are expecting their monthly hemmorhage, or how some animals sense rain is coming, of when you have this weird inclination to break the glass case of a fire extinguisher, and smash a teammate's head against the red tank.
So out of indigestion (gut feel, gets?) I tried filing for a day's worth of leave from work which synch right in with my bestfriend's plan to spend a night in Tagaytay.
Timing could not been more perfect because I was informed just fifteen minutes before her arrival on the condo driveway.
So, I, the wash-and-wear wonder weirdo took three spins, stuff unessential things in my utility belt bag and screamed DARNA!!!
USUAL SUSPECTS: Me / Kaye/ Gianne/Martin / Burgy /Tata / VJ and GI JOE
CAFE LUPE: A Pitcher of Wang Wang, Mexican plate of uknown substances, Rockafeller Clams and a whole lot of singing from a girl whose twang just hooked up a new notch in the English-speaking world. I mean, she's like diabetis, toothache, ulcer, my gramps dead thick toenail, and a wet mucous whipped into a musical frenzy.
We stayed at Tagaytay Hotel thanks to Gianne's power of Bluetooth Connectivity. Funny thing, the whole place displayed an array of bird cages, but no "birds" were to be found. Lunch the next day at Leslies. Pitstops at SM I-don't-know-where. Then Home.
Just the break I need.
ps. Should I be in my usual evil self, I'd be looking for ways to give that silver-painted mime outside Starbucks a scratching spree or umm a hard on. Hehe. That will give him something to anchor on to. heheh
Sick.Sadistic.Shallow. Deconstructing the World before bedtime.
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| posted by LetsGetSoakingWet @ 6:42 PM |
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| Of Lovers and friends (Euw, sounds like a f*cking song line) |
This is IAGO (pronounced like the Parrot in Aladdin). My new addition to my technotoys. Since I have no heart, and people reduce me as a loud, boisterous blabber blonde dumdum, I choose to keep inanimate electronic gadgets to fill in the gaping emptiness of my friendless state. Can you be my friend? I am such an antisocial. ps. I think I'm developing an 9th personality. His name is Sandeep. * * * It's like an all-you-can-eat Buffet in Sarajevo during the mid 90's. Once you cast your heart-details into Blogosphere, it's hard not to attract pestilential flies and gossip scavengers to sniff the shitty details of a certain break-up (which due to a wave of nauseating will power, prompted me to keep the Breaking of the Berlin wall all to myself). So I choose not to lay it out for the picking. I would not want anyone slowing down to gawk at the emotional human wreckage. Of course, I am saving myself from the pity head-tilts and incessant interrogation and skip to the part where I split into half via cellular fission, kick my self in the arse then merge back to my happy, fulfilled, and happy-in-an-evil-kinda-way self. Ahhh. I am restored to my better half. (I wuvy dovey wuv you my crreeamy pufyy wuffy) Narrator: And thus the balance between good and evil has shifted to its proper fulcrum. The day is saved, thanks to the Power Puff Girls. *closing credits with jingle*
Sick.Sadistic.Shallow. Deconstructing the World before bedtime.
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| posted by LetsGetSoakingWet @ 5:59 PM |
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Monday, August 07, 2006 |
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CLEANING
It is one of my most tangibly predictable signs of frustration (seeing that no emotional barometer can ever plot the trend of my mental shiftings) I'm not sick, just umm complicated *smirk*. It's a vivid warning sign to steer clear before being plowed ala Phoenix. I can feel the spiny tips on my predatorial dorsal and pectoral fins emit toxins potent enough to render anyone unconscious within a five mile radius. (Yes I'm an alien bitch, deport me.)
King, my loftmate, is in a state of perpetual anxiety. He has read the signs. Now that we have gone SCIFI, indulge in this High School Science Flashback (minus the vision of a log-legged, prom-shoe-wearing, slave-driving, lab-escapee science professor) : The first Law of thermodynamics states that energy can neither be created nor destroyed. It only takes another form.
So that day I decided to use my emotional timebomb to fuel my scheduled BATHROOM DEFRAGMENTATION-slash-CATHARSIS. And it must have been a whole lot of pent up emotions because I have waged a bacterial war to the microscopic level. There is so much great joy in disinfecting things (or people, in general), the same emotion you get after watching someone sip cola from a bottle with a big fat fly in it, or complimenting someone of a very hideous outfit that is simply to die WITH. I can almost hear them wail in anguish amidst the wisp of muriatic hissss.
AhhhHH, VICTORY IZZZ MINE!!! *triumphant evil laugh stiffled by pink hanky mask*
After everything has been restored to its mint condition, it was time for a long Melon Bubble Bath. Accessories ++ Putomayo Series on IPOD, an inflatable pillow, an E-Book and a bottle of apple juice.
On a totally offset note. SEX IS POWER. MONEY IS POWER. So getting money for sex is just an exchange of POWER. Does the Law of Thermodynamics apply? Just a thought. hehehehe. |
| posted by LetsGetSoakingWet @ 9:17 PM |
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MONDAY July 24, 2006
It's with the rain that started my day. I was wearing soft-soled shoes, it was drizzling fine spray rain.Bright enough to make out the morning Makati street.And I was actualy skipping with "I Got Rythm" playing with my Ipod IAGO (eee-yahh-goow) *.
So nice. I never knew I could be this happy walking my way to work.
SUNDAY July 23, 2006
It's like death.
There are stages.
The day that Friendster fabulously announced that I have reached my Blogspace limit has been a day of shocking gasps, short breaths, recurring panic attacks and incessant attempts/urges to rmation, all releasing my seven personalities to switch like a 1 - 2 - 3 pass card game. Denial is as tangible as a first degree burn. I can't believe it. Just after a year of verbally/socially chlorinating people through the blogosphere gene pool, I am shut down due to my shameless pixel uploads and megabyte-squandering. A conspiracy nonetheless. Almost prophetic, I have started modifying a new template at Blogspot which I decidedly opened last August 2005. Yes, it did require me to learn basic HTML overnight, figuring out symbols and codes. And I am so frigging rooting for my non-existent IQ to start kicking in like Mocha Frap to a hyperactive, manic-depressive kid. My dumbness never fails to amuse me.
(three hours after)
There.
Welcome to the new D.CONSTRUCTION v.1.2
The continuing era of deliberate anaylisis/critique on the nitty grittly details of the mundane world (way past bedtime) |
| posted by LetsGetSoakingWet @ 9:17 PM |
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 I just ended WILL & GRACE.
Sad. Really sad. Like watching the last Episode of Sex and The City.
(pause to reflect on the viewing)
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TRU CALLING.
The first two episodes were tolerable. The rest, nah, I did not even bother finishing the entire season. Total waste of money. She can talk to dead people then come back in time to save them. Sheesh. That girl was way better off in Bring it On. Now she did not deliver. Or was just the whole plot just sucked.
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TEEN TITANS.
I love teen titans. I love teen titans. I love teen titans. I love teen titans. I love teen titans. I love teen titans. I love teen titans. I love teen titans. I love teen titans. I love teen titans.
After watching an Episode on Cartoon Network, I made is a personal resolution to hunt copies of the entire series. After weeks of searching, I stumbled upon a single copy in a rundown basement of Makati Cinema Square.
I was ecstatic, like all of the sudden my attempts to hide traces of stunted adolescence suddenly surfaced like farting underwater. I asked the lady (with over-plucked eyebrows and lipstick the shade of Lips candy) to find me the more and I will buy them all.
Converted the six episodes to Ipod format and watched it beside the poolside.
Ahhhh. Theeez Eeeezz Deeee Life.
*** CLASH OF THE TITANS My first love was Greek Mythology.
That got me hooked up in reading back in grade school. Normally, students get a single library card for an entire school year to borrow out books. I remember so much a couple of us (the other one was Heidee a.k.a Mother brain, known for her intellectual capacity and literally large head caused by her big hair, I love you Heids, did I say you look fab now) had a second card stapled to our first one. So my bag started to resemble like a luggage, for me it was way interesting to spend time than playing P.E. games during Fridays or joining the Drum and Bugle Corps (Bitter Ocampo Mode).
Anyhoo, Clash of the Titans was a rare find. Bought it in a corner of Tower Records in Walter Mart Makati. Classic. Truly Classic.
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Desperate Housewives Season 1 & 2 // Grey’s Anatomy Season 1 & 2
Need I say more, definitely worth watching.
I love Bree Vandecamp. |
| posted by LetsGetSoakingWet @ 9:17 PM |
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OF SNOW, BAHAGS and PREVENTIVE SUSPENSIONS
And so it dawned the day where I felt a prick somewhere in my abdomen where my heart used to be and decided to air out the little frustrations that has been filling up the past few days, by gouging my senses with mind-altering substances – that being booze and greasy food.
It called for heavy drinking after work. My friend, Berne, on the other hand, recently have been illegitimately issued a preventive suspension order from work. Tracy and Ron, both exhibiting pre-burn-out symptoms, all felt something must be done. Great. So we all have something to celebrate for. *smug whoopee* We all convened at the nearest, fairly-decent bar at the back of the condo, Carafe, where the buckets are cheap and the food assures you of a reserved bed in the ICU. Eight hours of beer, pizza, prawn crackers and sisig, we started with the usual gossip of colleagues, made-up scenarios of fraud and scamming, to platonically discussing the economic stance of industries in specific, and the country’s impending economic image to the world market, in general. It was directly proportional. An increase in booze definitely awakened dormant feelings of social awareness. From Berne’s Environmental Influence theory, which explains that the lack of snow denies the aetas from wearing more than their bahags to Tracy’s philanthropic postulate on Opportunity where everyone one can be great if they want to. It was platonic alcoholism. Should have I known earlier, I would have turned alcoholic and be the next Edgar Allan Poe. Revelations. Expectations. A shaky elevator ride. The next day I was an apparition in floral pink. Blowdried and scrubbed to hide traces of hang over.
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| posted by LetsGetSoakingWet @ 9:17 PM |
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JOCK UNSTRAPPED
On my way to work for an Overtime (so I can afford the poison that will bring me to my grave), I've decided to reward myself with a Starbucks Mocha Choco Frap. And that's for making myself put on clothes, and ask my brain to tell my corpulent ass to stand up and go to work.
Enter Jurmobin Baddiri.
Jur was the typical soccer jock in high school, worked out, cheated through Geometry class, did catcalls, nasty pranks, had the usual crowd of testosteroned friends, dated my friend, got her, bagged her and ditched her. Though jock as he was, he was one with a brain.
So our conversations back then were summed to one-liners, mono-verbal instructions and nods that seem to suffice the needed communication quota. Owing to the fact that we swam in different circles and that in rules of dating and relating, friends tend to detach from other friends once they have a boyfriend to hang out with, there so much indifference between us. It's like De-Magnetism 101.
After approximately six years since I last saw him, the last five hours has been amazingly comfortable. He wasn't such a bad guy after all. In fact, he even falls under the Scarlet Category of the kind of people that makes people like me come out with a bad complex. In a different lifetime, he might just be someone you can pass off as a really good friend.He still is.I guess the years must have had slapped in some sense in us and generally speaking has made us reset our goals to real time. We talk about how the rest of the class was doing, the fears, the pressure, the major changes, the developed reflexes, the late blooming, the rise and fall of dynastic expectations and it was a very rare glance to who he was.
That was one over time that no amount of money can ever compensate.(aawww.... a happily ever after tale...) *fairy tale mode off* |
| posted by LetsGetSoakingWet @ 9:17 PM |
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This B.yotch is back from Social Siberia!!!
After a couple of weeks of having prolonged unpleasant interruptions of RUT-Infestation, I have finally decided to put up emotional mouse traps to bar me from the sordid repercussions of my so-called imaginary relationship. That way, even before the miserable scenarios start to turn my life Bubonic, I have finally learned to find fulfillment and happiness in empirical things around me (meaning: things that can be observed by the senses) and not assumptions, delusions and theories on love and relationships. Spare me the Sylvia Plath. So for now I am single. I am my evil self again. Ahhhhh, the soothing hiss of verbal flames. *cackle* Anyhoo, I had an interesting day.
On my way out of the Lobby for lunch, my eyesight was rudely abused as I was abruptly stopped by a vision in black. There across the application lounge was Miss P.A. (Public Arinola), an inexplicably trifling being of irritating proportions with a Miriam complex. She was one of those people in College who self-appointed herself as someone who mattered, ball-leggedly sashayed the campus halls as if she holds the solution to world hunger. Wildly deluded herself to be principled and patriotic, her pseudo-intellectual, self-important facial expression was like so dizzying, you can see her profile if you Google the word NAUSEA on the internet. *Nyahahah*
Having seen her queuing the line for an interview made me giddy with the way she bends her so-called principles. Eager to slave off for the evil Corpo ladder, while sacrificing her oh-so-precious plight to save the world from cavities.
I was a woozy mix of bubbly gastric juices and giddy giggles. I have finally shed my human form again and went back to my true self.
I love this day. |
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Name: LetsGetSoakingWet
