Much ado about nothing
Monday, February 27, 2006
(Note: Again, this was written last Saturday.)

Another Saturday night at home.

Yesterday, an incident concerning national security interrupted the routinary, humdrum lives of almost every individual in the country. It was the 20th Anniversary of the world-renowned People Power Revolution, sometimes insolently referred to as EDSA 1. I say insolently as EDSA Dos, and the other EDSA "revolutions" and "People Power" that happened after 1986, left a bad taste in my mouth.

I'll stop right there as this entry is not about my political views.

I mentioned the People Power anniversary because that is the reason why the whole company was allowed to leave work early. Mr. Frost, Nocturnal Sun, and I, together with other officemates aren't that much concerned about politics, stayed in the office, of course. We worked during the first half of the afternoon, then we started our early weekend. We savoured our work-free hours at the comforting environment of 6.5 (roof deck of the low-rise part of our building), with beer in hand.

It was really soothing to hang around with officemates, talk about non-work-related stuff. It was fun, if you ask me.

When the sun had set, most of us went to one of the guy's house. Some of the guys go there regularly to play poker. The rest of us went there just to hang around. We played a couple of video games and some interesting board games.

Apples to Apples and Cranium are board games that are definitely not for kids. No, it's not sexual in any way, pervert.

You get to know more about each other in Apples to Apples, where a green card with an adjective is laid down and the players throw in red cards with things, names, places, and events that you think fits the green card. The winning red card is decided by a player acting a judge, based on his/her personality. The subjectivity of the game, I believe, is what makes it remarkable.

Cranium, on the other hand, is a combination of charades, Pictionary, and Trivial Pursuit. Need I say more?

I had a great time that night because, aside from the fun we had, I got to bond with guys from the company's international department. A couple of them are Indians and are fun to be with. I also got to establish a good connection with my new boss.

Speaking of which, I have transferred to a new department in the company. Yey!

From the Community Management of RF Online, I am now a Web Content Editor of the Creative Department.

I would still be working with my former department as we haven't found somebody to replace me yet. But yes, my transfer is already official.

Anyway, we were supposed to watch a rock concert tonight. Mr. Frost and I have been looking forward to Razorback's show eversince the producer (another officemate) gave us VIP access. However, we weren't able to go because of an emergency.

I was bummed at first, of course. This was supposed to be my first rock concert! And Kevin Roy actually knows me! But there's nothing we can do but skip it.

But instead of moping around the whole damn day, I looked on the bright side of the situation: Mr. Frost and I have more time to spend together.

"But you guys are practically tied to the hip 24 hours every goddamn day! How much more time do you want?!"

As much as I want to discuss our daily routine by the hour, I'm not gonna waste my time - and yours - and energy doing so. The bottomline is: WE CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF EACH OTHER.

Go ahead, die of envy.

Besides, I've mentioned enough specific details about work I don't need to write more specifics. As a rule, I don't write work-related details in my journal. I was probably just too excited about the recent development at work that's why I wasn't able to restrain myself.

Now that I have nothing more sensible thing left in my brain to write about, and have effectively ruined your schedule for the day, it's time for me to leave.

I now suffer the consequences of cotton candy addiction
Thursday, February 23, 2006
That has been my YM status for the past couple of days now.

To cut the long story short, one of my teeth was forcibly extracted last Monday. And man, I don't think anybody can imagine the pain, unless you're somebody who got a tooth FORCIBLY extracted too.

Since Sunday (when my tooth started to hurt) since now, I only had three "real" food for lunch/dinner, and mind you, I tried hard to enjoy those "real" food because the right part of my face is in terrible, terrible pain whenever I open my mouth. I've eaten enough oatmeal and noodle soup to last me a lifetime, thank you very much.

Mr. Frost promised that once I get better and have fully recovered from this pain, I can eat WHATEVER I WANT! Pizza, chocolate cake, Mr. Frost's steak, Wham! burgers, COTTON CANDY! Heheheh.

My stomach is rumbling in anger.


I didn't go to work Monday to have my tooth forcibly extracted (I really have to put emphasis on that, sorry) and I wasn't able to go back to work till Wednesday. Hell, I forced myself to be at work on Wednesday because if I don't, it would probably take me ten years to catch up on my workload.

Speaking of which, it's already past ten in the evening and I'm still at work, doing my blog and taking blog quizzes.

What the hell am I thinking?!?!

I'm this evil?

You Are 62% Evil

You are very evil. And you're too evil to care.
Those who love you probably also fear you. A lot.
How Evil Are You?

Beware when I'm drunk
Okay, I'm supposed to be writing about the consequences I suffer because of cotton candy addiction, but here I am tryig to find out instead what kind of drunk am I.

Quit nagging and just take the quiz yourself.

You're A Crazy Drunk
When you drink, you get wrecked - and it ain't pretty.
What Kind of Drunk Are You?

Your favorite girl sucks.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
(Note: This post was written last Saturday, February 18, 2006. Why I posted this just now will be explained later.)

I suck.

I know what you're thinking. I've been away from my journal too long and this is the welome it gets. Not fair.

But then again, what's fair in this mortal plane?

You work your ass off on something you really love doing, and just when you think you've become so good at it, somebody comes along and makes you feel like an amateur.

I feel that way on two aspects of my life: one is my passion, and the other thing I enjoy so much.

I stop enjoying when I lose too often for comfort. And to think that if you really consider it, I am just a novice in what I take pleasure in. When that happens, like it always does, I become a terrible person to be with. And I hate that. So, to stop being a terrible, as a person and at the thing I enjoy, I don't try and get better; I stop doing it. Pathetic.

I lose faith when I make a mistake at what I love. My self-esteem takes a nose dive and my self-confidence makes a disappearing act. When that happens, I try too hard, get worse, and make more mistakes. Then I become a terrible person to be with. How shameful.

I probably should just quit doing them, but the Goddess won't let me. She dictates that I go ahead and continue trying to get better. And who am I to disobey?

The Goddess dedicates her life to running all of mine. And absolute obedience is the most sensible thing to do in return.

After all, the Goddess isn't called as such for nothing. Maybe, someday, SOMEDAY, the Goddess will finally be able to triumph over our advesaries and take control of this mortal plane.

Okay, back to reality then.