hello mousey, come to trappy

And I am happy today.
Yep, today was the day away.

Meet my mousey.
I requested for one about two days ago, and tadaa.

It suddenly felt like getting really giddy as I had when I got my pens and case at Powerbooks. ghad, cheap thrills.

My boss actually said we should trade,
And I actually said no. Mighty mousey ey?
I just can't help kid him how nice my new mouse is. Haha :)

(whispering) He has an old tattered-ish one.

Skittles

You know when sometimes you simply want to poke your hand in your mouth
because you wake up with a headache and a wuzzy feeling after a (disgracing) two bottles of alcohol?


You know the feeling when you simply want to break down and cry it out
because you know you'd feel better afterwards?


You know when you're tired feeling sorry for yourself and just want to go somewhere
because you would want it to get you lost?


You know the feeling of wanting to run away, escape a bit,
because you would want to know who's there behind, running after you?


You know the feeling when you are feeling bad and want the world not to notice and not mind you, but actually do
because you simply want a hug? No words, no nothing, just that embrace?




Then come friend, I'll share you my Skittles.

butterfly kisses

''Fathers don't want to admit it when their daughters are capable of running their own lives. It means we've become spectators.'' - Daddy of 10 Things I Hate About you

I was near tears when I heard this of the protective daddykins character of the movie I've always wanted to watch. Fine, shed some. Beats me why that earnest on that movie. Nevertheless I'm going to sleep tonight feeling rather happy about the two pictures I've found of him, in my stalking-chari-episode.




I love you, Dad :)
The right photo forever be classic, haa :D

manholes are round.

So why are they round? I found it quite simple, really.
Well, that was what I first thought.
My office mate was further playing with the round thing at the edge of my table, intended for those wires only that it's loose, and waiting for my answer. It almost felt like hey I know the answer to it and boo you, don't.

Hhhmm... so why are manholes round?
I get it that it does not go through with that shape, but the boo-you-don't part of that moment told me that there are about a few boo's I have yet to hear out. Am I dumb or am i dumb?

So anyway, I was actually amazed by the other two answers:
2. Where in the world can you find a square pipe? That's actually said with a duh.
3. It's actually easier to move it around, easy rolling. Imagine lifting that lid off with the stop light as your tick-tock, and you have a square lid. That spells exciting, ey?


Boo? Funny how we think answers are simple but find out there are about a lot of boo-you-don'ts in the equation. Then again, there are about millions more more trivial than manholes being round. Useless knowledge? Nah, wouldn't have been as amused to it. It's like Ate Kit asking me seconds ago "Char, mata pa ka or nimata na ka?"

I want to be cool

Around this time yesterday I was singing my heart and lungs out as I am today... in the office.
Only this time, two of my teammates are no longer around forced to have me tell them that
I will be singing one song, and forced to listen to it.

Yes, I was shouting the lyrics out, as if it would kill me to have it any other way, most part
of it closing my eyes and wiggling my head, as if it were my concert. Ohdiba?

And yes, I'm alone here at the office, and have not started on my task...yet. On the contrary,
I have a soon to be emptied liter of orange juice I bought about an hour ago at the gas station.

Hence, I am alone, with orange juice in my stomach, singing. I wish I knew how to, though,
than just belting out, or better yet shouting some lines. Or probably play the guitar, or better
yet dance?


I was at Outpost last night, and I was actually mesmerized by two characters. Yes, I was in total
awe, enough for me to wish that my next life, I will really be a rock star.

There was this girl who played the piano. I actually knew her from UP, having strut down the cat
walk about a number of times, as I have stolen some pictures of her. I think she's really really
pretty. Not the prettiest, as there easily are other models who have fine faces. But I guess, she's
got this x factor that most scouts are probably in the look out for.

Very same reason that got me glued on her playing the piano. She was sporting a rather short hair,
this time, and she was in this simple purple shirt, blue pants and brown chucks. She was actually
silent, and except for some of the shots directed on her direction that she gave this seemingly shy
smile, it seems she was pretty much just there to do her thing.

Then next, there's my good friend, Cilee, along with her band, the last performers of the night. One,
I was very happy to finally see her perform, as I had actually missed the other performances she
had and simply relished on two of their tracks I have in my playlist, and two, I did not know she was
this person on stage. She used to be our barkada clown, along with Jany, whom we always kid
around with.

Last night, I was seated on the floor to watch her perform, sometimes singing some lines I knew
of, and was actually amazed of this girl with her fingers comfortably switching different keys of her
electric guitar, often times stepping on those sound equipment I do not of, singing their song as if
everyone was not around, and most part of it, with a disheveled hair in this really comfortable chucks.

And as I sat back at our spot (of which a number of people were jealous of), I was amazed, and as
Prinsesa pointed it out, also referring to after our dive, "Dugay lagi ka maka-get over noh?"

And I wish, I were that cool.
As I told Prinsesa and Journey, they were there as if they had their own world just doing their thing. They
were not out there to showoff they had a great voice, they were there simply because... they were there.

And now I understand why singers close their eyes.



Around this time yesterday I was singing my heart and lungs out as I am today in the office. Now, I'm
considering of getting some chucks, haha. And one last time before I publish this post, with a last
gulp of the orange juice, the office will bear with me sing.
Promise chairs, I will be off to work after this. :)

hello, sunshine

"At the beach, life is different.
Time doesn't move hour to hour but mood to moment.
We live by the currents, plan by the tides and follow the sun."

- Anonymous

"Are you feeling, feeling, feeling like I'm, feeling
Like I'm floating, floating, up above that big blue ocean
Sand beneath our feet, big blue sky above our heads,
No need to keep stressing from our everyday life on our minds
We have got to leave all that behind"

-At the beach, The Avett brothers

a chinese learning japanese

I must be crazy. I decided to take the JLPT exam level 4
(that's Japanese Language Proficiency Test) despite other
people uncertain about it. I actually surveyed from the rest
of my office mates, and all I got earlier was a no.


I approached sensei earlier, as well and asked him if he
thinks 3 months cramming for 300 kanji and 1500 words
would work for me.


His initial reaction was, "Sou desu ne." (He's thinking)
But he said he's happy that I was the first person in line,
and he'll help me out with it.


What was I thinking? It was an impulsive decision,
believing my id, ego or super ego, that it would be a challenge.


I consoled myself that writing the characters is not as hard,
as eleven years of writing in Chinese at least has its merit.


I was sitting at Jeshell's place to discuss of the system, when
sensei messaged her. I asked her to forward it to me, although
I initially wanted to just blog about the last line.

"Daijoobu I think you're the nearest person for passing JLPT.
And examinor is only you and chelito san for Level 4. That's
why I can support you with all my force. Trust me!"

Ouch. And he couldn't even spell my name right.
He has mistaken me for my male office mate. Yes, male.
And to think I'm wearing wedges today!


Watashi wa kanojo desu (I am a girl.) I wish I know how to
say, Yes, and I have boobs, too. But not really.


Seriously though, the message was like a pin-prick,
but then I again, I seriously need a lot of work, where it is
concerned. So I'll continue to be challenged, cross
my fingers tight and see if I'd make it come December.


So anyway, other people followed suit. iduunno why I was
laughing out loud when Peter messaged me:


First Message: ni submit na ka ug form? unsa gamiton? lapis? ballpen?

Second Message: hehe... gi unsa pagpapilit ang picture? stapler or paste



Haay,what was I thinking, right?

honesty is the best policy

I (actually) got dumbstruck when Gayle matter-of-factly announced
she didn't like my entries for the Invitation to Click...
because they were ordinary.


She actually was trying to do that on the previous post, but couldn't.
Thank God?


“Ha? Uhm.. Huh?” Yup, there goes my lame attempt to redeem myself.
But yup, that's Gayle.
No sugar coating as I would have had,
nor a teeny bit of hesitation as Edwin probably would.
Honest to goodness, blunt conviction.
But I re-acquaint myself with that honesty, as it is in the comfortable boundary of friendship.
Regardless if it weren't, I guess that would still be the case.


Yeah sure, Prinsesa and I go along our those petty squabbles of how irritated I am most of the time on how she constructs her sentences on sms,
or laugh how ugly her feet are, but that's just not the matter-of-factly dumb-striking one.
But then again, nor do I want it to be.
Gayle is Gayle.
That's why I miss her a lot of times.
But swear, her honesty still leaves me dumbstruck a lot of times.


Nevertheless, we go on talking about other things, oftentimes catching myself laughing quite loudly or me clapping my hands.
And yeah, I got one sale on that ordinary sunflower and bee post card. Awww?
And I love you, too Gayle! ;P




[images from kan-irag and siargao trips, earlier this year]



Note for the Sunflower and Bee Post Card:

Title: must BEE loving it

Description: Bee to the Sunflower: Hi Honey!






Now, please tell me you have sense of humor.