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[13 Jul 2004|05:45pm] |
Hello everyone,
Just wanted to say thanks for giving me such a fantastic friends list, I loved reading your journals. However this LJ isn't going the way I wanted, nor am I happy with the occurences that cross over into LJ land. Still haven't decided on just locking up or deleting ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) mischief10, but this is my official last entry on this LJ.
Have a great life, all of you.
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| Thanks everyone |
[30 Jun 2004|10:10am] |
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Moving on, starting over, and all that. It's been fun!
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| Make a thing or two.... |
[23 Jun 2004|03:05pm] |
I missed drawing and making stuff so I tried a bit, but am waaaaay rusty. Siyempre the first thing I thought of drawing was ( him )
I also thought some pretty yarn and my mom's tiny old wooden bangle that fits no one could use an overhaul and made ( this )
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| Breaking the language barrier |
[22 Jun 2004|04:25pm] |
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Every other person coughing - flu season na! |
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Lots of people seem to be getting into talking to their Pinoy officemates in Filipino... or at least the people I work with or used to work with. Some favorite lines, usually in instant messenger:
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Lina : Wittman! What did you do?
Wittman : palpak!
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Francois : Galing pare, I am gwapo. Hehe.
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In a serious meeting yet, for an issue we were fixing!
Vatsatvas: Kamusta ka na? Gutom ka na ano?
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Laurent: Kain na tayo.
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In my old team two companies ago our crowning glory was a 6'2" blonde and blue-eyed guy leaning over this tiny woman on Ayala Avenue to say "Manang, pabili ng squidballs."
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| Why I oughta go home early... |
[14 Jun 2004|09:00pm] |
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The starting bars of some Glay song to end the match... |
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... caught the tail end of the France-England match (replay). Too bad for the people who left the game early, as England's 1-0 becomes a crushing France 2-1 on a free kick and a penalty from Zidane. Shee-it, pure beauty on that man's kicks talaga. W00t!!
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| the_sandstigs |
[07 Jun 2004|02:23pm] |
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... even though it's late I hope you had a grand old time! Happy 24th Edward!
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| Puss all over |
[03 Jun 2004|03:18pm] |
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which puss is which? |
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There are about five people with exactly the same Puss icon I was using, and some other friends with variants, so to save myself from going batty trying to figure out which comments are mine I'm putting the fish up.
Besides, the fish reminds me of my last snorkeling stint (wahaha, fish love marshmallows - scientifically proven by yours truly - better than Gardenia bread).
Puss still reigns as my journal background and desktop anyway.
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| Fashion police, arrest this man!! |
[03 Jun 2004|10:06am] |
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When you're walking in the business district and you see a guy wearing his long sleeved shirt, tie, slacks, and leather shoes, with a laptop bag slung on one shoulder, you don't do a double take...
... unless he's tucked his shirt into his briefs and the waistband of his pants is three inches lower than the waistband of his briefs!!!
... at this point you shoot him and have his body hidden in some of the thick foliage at the stock exchange.
My eyes, oh my poor eyes. Bakit kailangan pa namin malaman na Carter briefs na puti ang suot mo noh! Baket???
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| As B would say...ineffable |
[23 Mar 2004|02:21pm] |
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One of the new hires on my floor suddenly asked me: "Why do girls wear makeup?".
In fairness to him, that never came up on the exam, interview or essay questions to get a job.
So.... any takers on this question?
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| ARRRRRGH |
[22 Mar 2004|03:25pm] |
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This is so wrong. Poor poor Gollum.
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| I am behind again!! |
[19 Mar 2004|04:01pm] |
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Maroon 5 - She will be loved |
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I have not updated in ages. Nor have I been able to comment on other journals as much as I'd like, cause I only get to read up on them about once a week. Sucks. Work gets in the way of a lot of things.
Anyway...everyone's talking about graduation. Graduations, graduations… I just remember fragments of the ones I’ve had.
At my high school graduation we (that’s eleven of us girls in the barkada) were almost banned from the actual ceremony. Well, between attending the practices and sneaking off to Baguio and Ilocos … very hard decision *snickers*. I still remember the look on my friend Jan’s face when she thought she was gonna drown because of an overturned jetski. She was flailing around for all she was worth while we watched. Then realization dawned on her face and she stood up in the hip deep water and slapped its surface. “Eh, mababaw lang pala eh!” (it’s only shallow water!).
At my college graduation we reached the height of drunken dork-ness by having the whole block (there were only around 30 people in the course) over at someone’s house and proceeding to drink our shots in alphabetical order … with a video cam, no less. I wonder who has a copy of that. It ended the way we usually end our occasions: someone gets too drunk and pukes, rendering everyone else suddenly sober.
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| Quote of the week, from chat |
[19 Feb 2004|03:29pm] |
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STILL Why don't you and I - Santana |
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Sometimes my boyfriend can be very eloquent...
your tampupot = butete
na bansot
Shout out to Billy in the far away land of West Covina! Lol. Here's the quote of the week runner-up:
Me - Parang gusto ko iphotoshop yung mga picture nina Piolo and Claudine
Rose - actually photoshopped na yun eh, kami ni Piolo talaga yun kaso they couldn't afford my talent fee so nilagay mukha ni Claudine.
Wagi!
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| TOTO!! |
[15 Feb 2004|01:33pm] |
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Reliving last night |
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Spent Valentine's evening at the Toto concert... the Aliw theatre's much better than I thought it would be (in spite of the name), pretty big but not nosebleed inducing, though we got dinky seats 4 rows from the back the stage was still close.
The band kicked ass, goes without saying but hey, I just have to gush. Everyone played like they had ten fingers to each hand and extra limbs all around.
Wanted to get up and dance at the stage edge, but B being all poised and dignified (aminin :p) we stayed in our seats. Steve Lukather played right in people's faces, man! We coulda been there! I'm sorry but if Simon Phillips had gotten up I would have left B AND stepped on people to get to him, lol. He was pretty skinny though, Steve said he'd gotten sick last year. Glad to see he made the tour, and his playing was great, the dynamics on everything from rimshots to hitting the splash was as controlled as if he had a volume dial. Even B, who claims he "only went to watch Steve Lukather shred, don't even know most of their songs" went to his feet in the standing ovation the drum solo got.
If I do have any complaints, it would be that the concert was pretty short, and they didn't play Drag Him to The Roof. Oh, and no bass solo! What was that about?
So now I've seen one more drummer on my list of MUST WATCH LIVE :
Dennis Chambers - saw him at the Zildjian clinic... even his double bass sounds like tearing silk
Simon Phillips - very Happy Valentines :)
Dave Weckl
Vinnie Colauita
Carter Beauford
Herman Matthews
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| A pox on all ye laptops |
[10 Feb 2004|03:47pm] |
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Tubthumping by Chumbawamba - oh danny boy, danny boy! |
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There's a poor soul named Danny who works three floors below. His misfortune started when he got assigned a service ticket last February 3. Little did he know what he was getting into.
You see, that service call was for my laptop.
Ah, the laptop. Dell latitude CPi A-series. Pentium 2 MMX 366 Mhz. A whopping 128 MB of RAM. More years of service for P&G than my time in Accenture, P&G and HP combined. Effing cracks on the hinges, keyboard, and a somersaulting escape key (I kid you not, I have a ticket for that too). Peripherals that take it into their head to stop working, or conveniently un-lock themselves from the laptop.
Danny's nightmare begins.
Three days, two service sites (at least they're only two blocks apart), and one makulit customer later, Danny exhaustedly gives Laptop back on 2 pm Friday. I go back to work.
By 530 pm laptop conveniently crashes. The hard drive is dead. Danny bonds with it again over the weekend, probably tearing his hair out while praying to who knows how many gods, engaging in arcane, archaic and absurd rituals and promising his left kidney to whatever powers would breathe life back into Laptop.
Now it's Tuesday and I'm working again. In front of me is an ancient, rickety Compaq armada m300, 192 MB RAM this time and a CD-DVD rom drive (and you thought I wouldn't get ahead in this world!). This has to hold until our new laptops are approved and released by procurement. They were requested last November. I ain't holding my breath.
I think Danny-boy and I are gonna be good friends.
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| Endorphin ruuuush |
[03 Feb 2004|06:12pm] |
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Junkie here. Keep your caffeine, your adrenalin and your morphine. Endorphin’s keeping me up, baby. Finally got the combination right, the only way I can go to the gym regularly is to do it before work. Now happily going around in an endorphin buzz the whole day. It also doesn’t hurt that I actually fit into one of my favorite slacks again… sentimental value: my dad, the perpetual MIA, had them tailored for me back in early high school.
The truth is, I’m more of a motion addict than an actual gym bunny. Give me a soccer field, a court or whatever and I’ll be happy. I also have this mortal fear of a treadmill going crazy and flipping you onto your face so that you lose a coupla front teeth. Haha. But I’ll take what I can get. Keep the endorphins coming!
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| out of context |
[01 Feb 2004|08:38pm] |
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Dammit, Monday again? |
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Dang. Monday tomorrow. Boo-hoo. Just stuffed my face at a birthday party at a friend's house (lunch extended to 7 pm, harhar) only to return to B's house for MORE food because of Aina's birthday cookout. Bit shy to meet all the people though, crashed on the couch instead.
Out of context quotes for the weekend, just goes to show you these guys really ARE related:
Eric: Look, I have a boob!
Brian: I just realized this is a butt.
David: Italians value their balls highly.
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