Rejoice, Couch Potahtos!

My fave shows are back!!!

I haven’t seen the first episode of House yet, but the pilot of Heroes and the first two episodes of Prison Break were just awesome!

There’s no point to this post really, except to give me a just-about-reasonable excuse to post this:

You know what else is awesome? FOXTROT.

Logical!

Friend: Me kinakasal na tikbalang.
Me: Huh? Bakit?
Friend: Kasi umuulan tapos umaaraw.
Me: Ano logic dun?
Friend: Ewan ko.
Me (talking to myself): Dapat nga bang me logic dun? Eh hindi naman totoong me tikbalang?


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A few hours later…


Me (talking to myself): Sige, assume lang natin na totoong me tikbalang, at nagpapakasal din sila – well, kelangan nila mag-asawa para dumami di ba? Pero wala pa ding logic na umuulan sabay umaaraw dahil lang kasal nila! Hindi naman yun katulad ng nagbo-bowling si San Pedro kaya umuulan…


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A few more hours later…


Me (still talking to myself): Pero paano magpapakasal ang mga tikbalang eh di ba pare-pareho silang lalaki?

Is It Okay If I Call You Mine?

After months of denial, I officially announce that I have crush on him!

For the time being, let’s call my crush Morgan. It’s actually a very lame codename – but I’m not going to tell why, or you might guess who he is! Well, assuming someone from the office actually reads my blog. So that’s a major clue, he’s an officemate of mine, which is nice because I now have a reason to go to work everyday!

My raison d’ etre for now is so simple it’s pathetic – just to bump into him everyday is a major, major source of happiness. Grabe, parang high school! Only one officemate of mine knew about him and she’s busy plotting schemes for us to get together. But I’m – as another officemate of mine so succinctly put it – potsu (supot na binaligtad. And if you don’t know what supot means, then you haven’t live your life well! *evil grin*). There’s no way I’ll ever go through any of her schemes. I’m sticking with my tried and tested stalking techniques, thank you very much.

For now, I’m content with the fact that he at least knows my name and that he’s really sweet when he greets me!

I’m in lurrrve…

The Little Things

(Got the idea from this book called “Why Do Men Fall Asleep After Sex?” - from the same authors who wrote “Why Do Men Have Nipples?”.)


The little things that make life more enjoyable:


A – American Idol, Amazing Race, Artemis Fowl, AXN
B – basketball, blogging, boys, Baby Blues
C – Caramel Frappucino, calamares, Cheddar and Sour Cream Ruffles, crushes
D – DAYDREAMING, dancing, DVD
E – Elliott Yamin, English Literature, email, Enchanted Kingdom
F – FRIENDS AND FAMILIES, Foxtrot, Friday night outs, foot massage
G – Gary Oldman, Go Fug Yourself, gulaman
H – Harry Potter, HBO, hand sanitizer, hugs
I – Ipod, Internet, instant noodles, Inquirer, ice cream
J – John Grisham, Jeopardy, joyrides, Joshua Jackson
K – kisses, Karate Kid, Krispy Kreme, Kiefer Sutherland
L – lip balms, laziness, last minute shopping
M – Mountain Dew, Mugglenet, mango shake
N – Nintendo DS LIte, nilagang mani, notebooks
O – oversleeping, opinions, old shirts and shorts
P – Post Its, pillows, pizza, Powerbooks, procrastination
Q – quizzes, quick naps
R – rain, Redbox, Rock ‘n Roll
S – Skittles, Sudoku, Stonefree, secrets, sopas, Stephen King
T – Toblerone, text messages, TAMBAY, tuknene
U – UAAP, unrequited love
V – Videoke, volleyball
W – Wikipedia, Warcraft, walking, winding staircases
X – x-bfs/gfs
Y – Youtube, YM, yema
Z - ZZzzzleep

Seven by Seven

Tagged by Bom.

I had a hard time answering this since I sort of did this before (and I have to come up with 102 random things about me!). But here it is.

Instructions: Each player starts with 7 random facts/habits about themselves. People who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their seven things, as well as these rules.

At the end of your blog, you need to choose 7 people to get tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them that they have been tagged and to read your blog!

1. Sometimes, when I don’t like a person, I tend to bluff a lot and act like a stuck up know-it-all (although I think I tend to act like a stuck up know-it-all even with people I like! Right, friends?). I try to come across as smarter than I actually were, just to make the other person look and feel stupid. I am a bitch that way.
2. Most of my daydreams consist of impossible situations wherein I accidentally meet my crush (usually a celebrity crush) and there’s an instant connection between us, either the “opposites attract” kind or the “meeting of the mind” derivative. My daydream self seem to be 1) a better singer; 2) taller, and 3) way cooler than my actual self. Libre naman ang mangarap, di ba?
3. I used to have a dance group in my youth and we call ourselves – I kid you not – Female Attraxion. Well, it could have been worse. We patterned our name after a dance group that time called Male Attraxion (“100% Pure Love”, anyone?). Compare our name to that of a rival dance group who patterned their name after Street Boys. No, they’re not called Street Girls because, unlike us, their group consists of female and male dancers. Their name is – again, I kid you not – Street Children. At least hindi Street Childs.
4. In relation to my fascination over dancing, I fantasized being a member of the Maneuvers, Street Boys, Sex Bomb dancers and Belle Star dancers. My biggest regret is not trying out for the Salinggawi Dance Troupe. I know that I don’t have a real good shot, but just the thought of actually trying out…
5. I have so many “baluktot na katwiran” - refusal to use chopsticks if there is spoon and fork available, refusal to take medicines because it make “wiwi” smell funny, sudden contempt for the color pink because I found out a crush of mine like girls who wear pink (if you’re a person with perfect sense, you would probably grab the chance to be found likable by your crush by wearing pink or at least by pretending to like the color pink). In public I call that being “principled”; in private, it’s being stubborn to the point of stupidity.
6. I don’t like, uh, “imported” fruits. You know – apple, grapes, strawberry, orange. Give me mango and I’m in fruit heaven.
7. I am clumsy. Surely that’s a well established fact by now.

I tagged anybody who reads this blog.

Niiice...

When I ask my friends “What is your first impression of me?”, chances are, they will say that I am suplada at mataray.

The problem is, even after spending time with me, I am still described as such! Okay, so it’s somewhat true, but it’s exacerbated by the fact that I tend to sound more masungit than I intend to and it’s making me feel a bit insecure. Do people think I am unfriendly and unlikable because they think I’m mataray?

Some of my statements would come out wrong, sounding bitchy or snooty or argumentative without meaning to. Is it my voice? My facial expressions? My body language?

Will I ever be described as sweet and malambing? Will there come a time when people would think of the first word to describe me and that word would be “nice”?

Random Nutty Thoughts

• I am not going bald. It’s just stress that I’m having more hair fall than usual (normal?). And my being paranoid about the baldness possibility is only stressing me more! So, I’ll stop being paranoid. I am not going bald. I’m not. For the love of everything good and living, please don’t make me go bald.

• I don’t know how I was able to send 581 text messages in a single billing month. That translates to about 19 text messages per day! And I’m sure my friends would find something wrong with that number.

• I really don’t know why it still surprises people that I like listening to rock music. If I say that I used to like Air Supply and Michael Learns To Rock, will that surprise people more?

• I really, really want to eat barbeque isaw. And fishball. And nilagang mani. And ice scramble. Any food sold on the streets. But the desire to not have typhoid fever again is stronger than my cravings. But still!

• I am not going bald!