not exactly radio friendly

i swung by tower records yesterday to purchase me a copy of cambio's album, derby light, and hopefully sample sugarfree's new album, dramachine. as luck would have it, there where no listening stations that carried sugarfree's latest.

a listening station dedicated to the rock genre was unoccupied. being a fan of music, i was naturally curious to what the angst filled *kids* where punishing their ears nowadays. so i propped the headset and settled in for some screeching guitars, fast and furious drumbeats and hoarse vocals. i opted to listen to slipknot's and mudvayne's newest. with the blaring trance music on the background, i had no choice but to listen with the volume way up. besides, i know for a fact that this type of music is best played at the loudest. slipknot first, then mudvayne afterwards.

surprise surprise. they were not half as bad as i'd expected. although most of the time i didn't understand what the singer is screaming about there were some tracks that i had to restrain myself from headbanggin' (sigh, i miss my hair...) and slammin' with the people passing by. after basking in their music for about an hour or so, i felt that my ears were bleeding so i decided to cease my sound trippin'. and for some reason, gusto kong maghanap ng hifhaf.

seriuosly though, i think you're average metal head would have a ball with their albums. personally, i liked mudvayne better than slipknot because they have better rythym and more melodic songs than those masked men. but at the end of the day i wouldn't go out of my way to buy their albums.

unless you give me the money.

non writer's block

ever experienced a day where you have so much things to say, so many bright ideas, but just don't know how to express them? well...

it's just on of 'em days...

one thing though, honesty is so underrated.

bridge of chance

last saturday i've finally gotten the chance to watch the sassy girl vcd that someone left at the TTT machine at timezone which i took. finders keepers, losers weepers! actually i was gonna give it to the guard but accidentally forgot to because i was quite ecstatic that i could still pull off an eight winning streak. (thanks belle! whoever you are...)

well i did like the movie the first time that i watched it. but i even liked it more the second time around.

(i watched the movie here at the office with the media player on skin mode and the volume on mute. although the screen is small and there was no sound, i still enjoyed watching it again knowing already the premise of the story and what's going on every scene. [i still did laugh at gyeon-woo when he did that vomit thingie :j] )

now i can't help but wonder...

saan kaya at kailan kaya ako makakakilala nang babae na kagaya ni sassy girl?

boo boo number two

i made the mistake of unintentionaly disclosing confidential company policy to an agent yesterday. i don't know what happened. next thing i knew i just blurted out the info. like word vomit. i felt crummy afterwards. and as usual i repeated the incident over and over in my mind. i've developed this habit of being hard on myself on the smallest slip ups i make this past few years. and i can't still figure out if that's a good or a bad thing.

and the my life roller coaster spiralled downwards once more...

i remained quite idle for the last remaining work hour yesterday, painfully watching the slow ambling of time. i planned to go home early but on the last minute decided to cheer myself up with a movie. i chose between king arthur and mean girls. guess what i picked...

i just want to say that lindsay lohan jingle bell rocks!

and up we go once more in this merry-go-round life...

the color of raging love

whenever i'm wearing red it seems that people had the same urge to wear shades of red. i don't know if this is the same case to you but considering the red clothes i have which is composed mainly of two, count them two, pieces, a t-shirt and a polo, i can't help but wonder why people decide to wear red too. just this morning on board the fx on the way to work i had i co-passenger wearing red, a sales manager of a mcdonalds branch. (does that count?) and as i was signing my time sheet an in-house agent noticed that a co-worker and i were , guess what, wearing red.

"o terno pa kayo ni jam," she joked.

"magsasayaw kasi kami nyan mamaya..."

i'm not complaining, actually its fun to think that some utterly unimportant event made other people chose to wear red, it's just that is plain weird.

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what's red with me :

polo : tomato red
hankie : red with blue and white accent
bag : firetruck red
folding umbrella : bright red
cellphone : maroon
underwear : i'd wear one if i had any, red underwear that is. :)

hmm... what else... a, o yah...

my heart! hyuk!hyuk!hyuk!

happy as can be

i should be stressed right now.

i slept late because of the work i had brought home (no point staying at the office when you're not compensated for the extra hours you put into work) and woke up early (i have to travel from laguna to makati which is not that far but the traffic, hell the traffic) only to remember that i have to prepare my own breakfast (my mom, who prepares my breakfast, is out of town as of the moment). since i'm not in the mood to prepare my grub, i decided to skip breakfast and substitute a pack of hopia that i'll buy at a store near our building as the supposed most important meal of the day. after a quick freezing bath with watered down shampoo, i prepared chippy's, our dog, meal for the rest of the day (buti pa sya kakain na...) then it rains. blah! now i have to drag an umbrella to work. and of course the usual trip to the office is harder and longer when it rains. then i arrive at the office, ready for yet another day of battling my pendings and my incestant ringing phone. (as of twelve noon i've already picked up the phone for 41 one times!)

i should be stressed right now. but unsurprisingly, i'm not. probably am still recovering from yesterday's euphoria. i hope i don't get "well..."

vibrant vibe

help me.

i can't stop smiling. even when my face doesn't show it i'm still smiling. i've never felt this way before in a long time...

euphoria...

all because of pia, the great dreamer. i've had the previlege of meeting her yesterday at starbuko sa 6750 along with co-pledger cherry and instant believer kathryn. our little gathering involved pia enthusiaticaly talking about her exploits this past few days, how astounded she was at how her simple yet ingenous idea caught on like wildfire (as of yesterday i was the 103rd pledger!), how she's a bit overwhelmed but very humbled by the whole experience and her future plans fueled by this wonderful series of events, coupled with a few interjections and suggestions from us. as i listened to her talk and flash that sweet smile that could rival lindsay's (lindsay owns one of the greatest smiles in the world.), i can't help but to jump to the conclusion that she's one truest persons i've ever met.

as one of my friends would put it, nakaka-in crush...

sobra.

she sure is pretty in pink

we were quite disappointed when the dvd of mean girls we bought at quiapo earlier that day wasn't compatible with the dvd player of jonas. 

lessoned learned: fake dvd's should only be played on fake dvd players.

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i'm betting that the owners, emphasis on the owners, of lindsay lohans's mean girls dvd checked if their respective players could play the disc the moment they got home from our movie marathon at jonas's.

just becuase i rock doesn't mean i'm made of stone

i had the luxury to read nicholas sparks's a walk to remember this weekend. aahhh, the perks of being sick. i've read the book before but decided to read it again due to lack of new reading materials. besides i wanted to restart my reading habit with the light stuff first.

i know i'm gonna hate myself for confessing this: i'm a softie. this i realized while i was reading the novel. there were a couple of times that iwas almost moved to tears. almost. (especially that moment when jamie gave landon the gift.) as i was about to exercise my tear ducts involuntarily. this particular conversation with a girl i'm very much in like with brushed my mind.

[for purposes of convenience and anonimity let's name this girl, lindsay.]

0=0=0 [cue in flashback music...] 0=0=0

"hey, have you watched the movie," lindsay asked while pointing to the pocketbook in my hand.

"no. have you watched it," i asked in return.

"yeh," lindsay retorted. and probably noticing my unenthusiastic tone and wondering why such a funny expression streaked across my face, she prodded further. "why haven't you watched it? not your kind of movie?"

looking at her then at the book's cover that has a picture of the lead actors practising hhww, and i'd wager with matching pssp, inspired this reply,

"it's not that i'm not into that kind of movie. it's just that i'm not into that kind of actors."

0=0=0 [cue in back to reality music...] 0=0=0

i think that little dialouge with lindsay saved me from doing a julie tear jerky. which is a good thing but not entirely.

buy this dream

what can you get for 300 bucks? probably not much. what if i told you that if you pledge to give your dough you could send someone, ( cute to pare! ), to barcelona to fulfill her dreams. but wait! you get more! you could request pia for a good deed. i'll spare you the details and let pia do the convincing. i myself am pldeging my bread. and if you can't spare her the money, could you pass the word. thanks kiddies!