coffee break

after my out-of-the-body-experience post, i’m glad to say that i am fully operational, though my left knee still jerks from time to time and my upper left lip twitches, am back.

let me hate myself a little more since i will not be able to do my to-do list. i got back from istanbul by first week of august. did my usual routine, or tried to at least. a month later, after a long day at the office, i got home and saw a pile of letters all form metrobank. as it seems they have increased my credit limit (1 mail), congratulating me for acquiring 25,000++ rewards points (1 mail), my pin for my visa card so i can withdraw money from the atm (1 mail) and the dreaded monthy statement. i know i have been a little extravagant to myself and to friends (admit it!) this month. i love to pamper myself after a very tiring day or a very long journey. i did more than my usual shopping… like 100k shopping to be exact. spend less my ass! to my  defense, all is not in luxury. i bought a flat 19″ wide screen monitor for my laptop. am being kind to my eyes (health!) and it emits less radiation and heat (environment friendly!). and i did shop for my nephews and nieces.

[someone might kill me]… i might go back to istanbul. if all hell breaks loose, the whole team will go back there. and i will lead them to the pits of hell. my manager, argued that in any case not the whole team, which made me . then pointed out that i will still be part of the team that will deliver the product onshore, . so if the manila delivery team won’t meet the criteria on the first milestone, my ass is off to shawarma land. [am feeling irish's wrath...] am bargaining though that we’ll come back christmas time and be back right after. and christmas time starts at december 14, 2 days before irish’s grand-event-of-the-millenia-all-star-cast wedding. have i told you it’s for until february next year?

friend-who-don’t-want-to-be-named will be leaving earlier that expected. my gimik buddy for the last 2 years will be leaving for the swiss canal. well if i am to leave for istanbul again, i might drop by to the swiss alps and ski my way back to constantinople via the frozen black sea. never been to switzerland… i wonder if the snow there is whiter than the snow in alaska.

richard is in korea eating kimchi. hopefully he’ll bring me an autographed picture of martin. hay….

schizo who is with a new company now is, like me, bored as hell with work. don’t get us wrong, we are stump to our necks with work. but we’re bored doing it. it so happen that we are getting tired doing the same old thing. he wanted to quit but is like me, up-to our waist in debt. freaking plastics! and he’s crediting me for introducing him to beautiful things… is that bad?

everyone’s out of the country or leaving…

why do i keep on waiting, hoping for you when all things equate that i’ll be on the losing end? why does it feels good when everything tells me it’s a disaster? why does though you have hurt me more than i can bear, i can’t seem to shake you off my system? why does it hurt when it suppose to feel good?

by february 11, 2006, the evil will shutdown our old proxy to give way to a “smarter” proxy. meaning no more blogging. no more forums. no more internet fun. we can’t even download technical documentation because the URL has the word “download” in it.

biatch!

i am a self-centered bitch, indeed i am. all i do is talk about myself in this humble blog i keep. i’m really not that self-centered, i’m just taking the loving-yourself-more paradigm into a new level. hopefully it would wear off so i can talk about more relevant topics like the erradicating poverty, feeding the hungry, caring for hurricane katrina victims and my mission in life… world peace.

i have the most unussual mother-son bonding experience… i bought a do it yourself hair dye kit. it’s not one of those trying hard color like auburn or ash or strawberry blonde color. i like my hair black, it’s just this gray hairs that’s annoying me. when i was having my over due hair do-over, i saw gray hairs sticking out like it was a sore thumb. so i decided to color my hair “natural black” as the box of l’oreal hair dye would call it. with mom watching rome in hbo and more that enough hair dye, i applied hair dye on my mom’s thinning scalp. being naive on these things, she was squeeling about not wanting any. i hushed her by making funny hand gestures (i was wearing gloves with fita biscuits in my mouth). so it’s me, my mom and rome waiting for 30 minutes (as instructed by the leaflet) before we wash off.

nausog na po! january na po! salamat po!