the verdict is in

martin scorscesi was hailed with his academy-acclaimed flick “the departed”, britney spears is confirmed to be loosing her marbles and i am now turning in my sneakers for a pair of pumps…

kill me now!

i guess, after deliberate suicidal attempts to weigh things, career v.s. financial freedom….no one says you can have both.not in this side of town, i guess. i mean, it doesn’t happen to all of us. i think things will work out fine..things will fall into place sooner or later.. i’ll miss a lot of people from work namely:

ICE- the rockin’ chef slash kickass gf who never gets tired of pouring her heart out over lunch. I’ll miss the cajun chicken and the pasta stuff you always share with me and gelo..and you of course..You’ve always been really sweet.

GELO- the snob, the quiet-type, scam-er of an agent, who’ve always really been the nice guy. i’ll miss the jessica zafra books you lend me and our sarcastic overturns. and ok, i’ll admit that you are smarter than all of our brains shredded into pulp. I’ll miss sharing all those bitterness and listening to the office gossip, specially your issues with you know who.. hahaha.. i can keep a secret

GIL- the crazy mudda, hip-hop rapper wannabe. i’ll miss seeing your tattooed leg, and singing FUTURE by Dicta License and Urbandub with you. I’ll miss how you always say “sup, my niggah?!” hehe.. gangsta ka talaga.

MOMMY MITCH- my fave sup! not the one i have a vendetta against believe me. she’s super sweet!! I’ll miss how you always call me JOYCEE

THEA- buntis! I guess I would be able to attend your wedding reception or see you after you give birth..

ROMA “aROMA therapy”-you can’t tease me anymore..hehehe. I’ll miss your presence.

ABET- who calls me a man hater, who seems to have a fetish for my muscular arm, who uses me as his pinching bag. You’ll find a new one, soon.. hehe

JOEFF- Hasta luego, amigo! I hope you’ll get that spanish thing going on, dude. Bagay ka maging espanol..

ELLY- frenzy elly! my batchmate, looks like mababawasan na naman ang PS 197. We’re near extinction..I miss everything about you, specially your rated-r chissims. lol

I’ll miss the blue building, graveyard, the almost empty street of edsa during weekends, monday and tuesday nights, my rest days..this will be an unforgettable chapter in my so-called nocturnal life..

i’m having separation anxiety-attack even in my sleep.. i didn’t realize that i was crying until i woke up sniffing and feeling really all-choked up with tears.. ok.. so maybe i’m exaggerating a bit.. only a wee bit..

this is one leap of fate (not faith).. to enter in another phase before i hit midlife crisis.. to be engulf in oblivion.. and to feel the misery of starting over..

come to think of it, i took a u-turn.. as my dad told me when i was asking him what i should do..he replied.. “….take the road that is easy to travel..”. Thanks dad.. you’re very vague.. some philosophical babble or maybe i was just being too literal..I really don’t know if this is the right road.. but all the the old saying say “you’ll never know until you get there”..

o well, it’s do or die for me.. so either way, whatever path i take…it’ll lead me to where i should be..

the thing is i am poor in directions.. yup, goodluck.

I need a compass!!

harakiri!

the verdict is in

martin scorscesi was hailed with his academy-acclaimed flick “the departed”, britney spears is confirmed to be loosing her marbles and i am now turning in my sneakers for a pair of pumps…kill me now!

i guess, after deliberate suicidal attempts to weigh things, career v.s. financial freedom….no one says you can have both.not in this side of town, i guess. i mean, it doesn’t happen to all of us. i think things will work out fine..things will fall into place sooner or later.. i’ll miss a lot of people from work namely:

ICE- the rockin’ chef slash kickass gf who never gets tired of pouring her heart out over lunch. I’ll miss the cajun chicken and the pasta stuff you always share with me and gelo..and you of course..You’ve always been really sweet.

GELO- the snob, the quiet-type, scam-er of an agent, who’ve always really been the nice guy. i’ll miss the jessica zafra books you lend me and our sarcastic overturns. and ok, i’ll admit that you are smarter than all of our brains shredded into pulp. I’ll miss sharing all those bitterness and listening to the office gossip, specially your issues with you know who.. hahaha.. i can keep a secret

GIL- the crazy mudda, hip-hop rapper wannabe. i’ll miss seeing your tattooed leg, and singing FUTURE by Dicta License and Urbandub with you. I’ll miss how you always say “sup, my niggah?!” hehe.. gangsta ka talaga.

MOMMY MITCH- my fave sup! not the one i have a vendetta against believe me. she’s super sweet!! I’ll miss how you always call me JOYCEE

THEA- buntis! I guess I would be able to attend your wedding reception or see you after you give birth..

ROMA “aROMA therapy”-you can’t tease me anymore..hehehe. I’ll miss your presence.

ABET- who calls me a man hater, who seems to have a fetish for my muscular arm, who uses me as his pinching bag. You’ll find a new one, soon.. hehe

JOEFF- Hasta luego, amigo! I hope you’ll get that spanish thing going on, dude. Bagay ka maging espanol..

ELLY- frenzy elly! my batchmate, looks like mababawasan na naman ang PS 197. We’re near extinction..I miss everything about you, specially your rated-r chissims. lol

I’ll miss the blue building, graveyard, the almost empty street of edsa during weekends, monday and tuesday nights, my rest days..this will be an unforgettable chapter in my so-called nocturnal life..

i’m having separation anxiety-attack even in my sleep.. i didn’t realize that i was crying until i woke up sniffing and feeling really all-choked up with tears.. ok.. so maybe i’m exaggerating a bit.. only a wee bit..

this is one leap of fate (not faith).. to enter in another phase before i hit midlife crisis.. to be engulf in oblivion.. and to feel the misery of starting over..

come to think of it, i took a u-turn.. as my dad told me when i was asking him what i should do..he replied.. “….take the road that is easy to travel..”. Thanks dad.. you’re very vague.. some philosophical babble or maybe i was just being too literal..I really don’t know if this is the right road.. but all the the old saying say “you’ll never know until you get there”..

o well, it’s do or die for me.. so either way, whatever path i take…it’ll lead me to where i should be..

the thing is i am poor in directions.. yup, goodluck.

I need a compass!!

harakiri!

something to celebrate about

my blog is two years old, last feb. 22. (applause). let’s review shall we? more or less i have shed a lot of skin, no reader’s choice awards yet or something.. still pumping angst ever since i started blogging.. what more to expect..more rants, more action…spreading the word for blog domination cannot be attained over night.. so far i’ve shared most of my ups and downs, the perks and pains of living in the metro, my vendetta against my superior, my life’s a bitch motto.. basically, all the good material for my own tv show perhaps.. but i guess, ratings would stink, after the pilot. this doesn’t get any better than this. we’re all caught up in our daily existence. we get tired of life but we never get tired of writing how much it makes us miserable. to add to the dilemma, i’m considering shifting gears..

i’m being offered a new job.. something beneath the super human expectations that my current job requires me. it’s a normal job.. normal corporate job, which is why i am brain dead as of now.. i can’t really function well.. decisions, decisions… this thing is i think i had this coming since i already have second thoughts with this job that i have.. what a perfect timing? if, i consider this new job, i’ll start from scratch..if, i don’t then i’m still a scratch building my own career in the field that i am in.. what are the perks of leaving my job? a normal life.better career opportunities . But practicality enters the scene. Will it help me pay my dues? Maybe enough to keep me anchored. What are the perks in staying? better lifestyle, well-adjusted environment, the people i’m with, staying in my comfort zone… which is rather stagnant and self-defeating don’t you think?
how will i experience growth? at this point, i think i may have reach my decision but then again reality comes into play plus i do make things complicated.. they’ve only given my up to Monday to decide.

so should i stay or should i go?

If yes, text STAY to 2332 for globe and tm users and 233 for smart and tnt users
If no, text GO to 2332 for globe and tm users and 233 for smart and tnt users

The verdict will be given on Monday. What are you waiting for? TEXT na!

so here’s something to celebrate about, the rise and fall of the graveyard shifter.

cheers everyone!

something to celebrate about

my blog is two years old, last feb. 22. (applause). let’s review shall we? more or less i have shed a lot of skin, no reader’s choice awards yet or something.. still pumping angst ever since i started blogging.. what more to expect..more rants, more action…spreading the word for blog domination cannot be attained over night.. so far i’ve shared most of my ups and downs, the perks and pains of living in the metro, my vendetta against my superior, my life’s a bitch motto.. basically, all the good material for my own tv show perhaps.. but i guess, ratings would stink, after the pilot. this doesn’t get any better than this. we’re all caught up in our daily existence. we get tired of life but we never get tired of writing how much it makes us miserable. to add to the dilemma, i’m considering shifting gears..i’m being offered a new job.. something beneath the super human expectations that my current job requires me. it’s a normal job.. normal corporate job, which is why i am brain dead as of now.. i can’t really function well.. decisions, decisions… this thing is i think i had this coming since i already have second thoughts with this job that i have.. what a perfect timing? if, i consider this new job, i’ll start from scratch..if, i don’t then i’m still a scratch building my own career in the field that i am in.. what are the perks of leaving my job? a normal life.better career opportunities . But practicality enters the scene. Will it help me pay my dues? Maybe enough to keep me anchored. What are the perks in staying? better lifestyle, well-adjusted environment, the people i’m with, staying in my comfort zone… which is rather stagnant and self-defeating don’t you think?
how will i experience growth? at this point, i think i may have reach my decision but then again reality comes into play plus i do make things complicated.. they’ve only given my up to Monday to decide.

so should i stay or should i go?

If yes, text STAY to 2332 for globe and tm users and 233 for smart and tnt users
If no, text GO to 2332 for globe and tm users and 233 for smart and tnt users

The verdict will be given on Monday. What are you waiting for? TEXT na!

so here’s something to celebrate about, the rise and fall of the graveyard shifter.

cheers everyone!

post-valentines notes

as promised, i’ll give you a heads up on what happened to my friend who got into this social experiment called… speed mating… i mean dating… as i recalled, she said it was a different experience and that i should try it.. and maybe i would if i want to scare the entire male species away.. bwahahaha… world domination people! let’s not forget my mission here. anyhow, she was able to mingle with 10 “single” men.. mix and match.. among all the 10 she was able to narrow it down to 3.. coz only 3 of the male species rouse her interest. clearly, she’s very picky. N.B.S.B just like me.. it was fun,she liked mingling and flirting with the boys after all that was part of the whole plan… how does this whole speed dating thing work? basically after the whole rendezvous you get to rate each person.. if both pick each other… it means that you’re meant have another round … and perhaps be on the road to tying the knot or something…

but it’s ok, we are not like in a hurry or something.. my friend’s really… hhhmmmm, how shall i say it… meticulous.. he has to be a real gem.. a precious gem that would simply solve poverty and incontinence.. sadly that gem has not been found yet… but not to despair, the quest is not yet over… you haven’t seen the last of the speed-dating-frenzy!!!

-o0o-

so yes, yesterday was valentines.. and we’re all peculiarly smothered in hear-shaped stuff,bloody red was the theme… and i thought christmas was over.. people were swarmed by imaginary bees because of their overflowing displays of unnecessary sweetness and affection. yup, it became pretty ugly….

i spent the day bumming around the house.. i had my mini-marathon…but before that,early morning, I sent my dad a valentine greeting. Later, he replied. ‘Thanks. Who’s this?’

Annoyingly painful realization: My dad never did store my new number. He only recognizes my text when it has Dad or Daddy at the beginning of the message. haha. Umbag!

And so I asked.. Duh? It was me and why didn’t he recognize it was me. And he replied.. “Weird ang phone mo” Yeah, right dad. Happy Valentines to you too.

So I let the day pass… watching, enjoying a good laugh out of House’s sarcasms..by 2pm i received a text message…

“Joyz..whatchadoin?” said my friend

I said I was watching.

“Favor…hehehe”

I said ” ANo?” If, it involves going out, NO”

“Dai na lugod. Kami na lang ni Princess ( Nevermind, I’ll just ask Princess.)

Ano nga? (What is it?)

“Sabi mo abo mo.” ( You said you can’t do it)

I said yup, that’s what favors are for. Even if you don’t really want to do it,you end up doing it anyway coz after all you’re doing her a favor. Favors are errands.

So she said…if I could buy her honey 1 red rose and half-dozen Krispy Kreme…

Yup. Coz that what friends do.. They cover each other’s asses. And being a friend, being a loyal friend that is.. you’ll set aside the whole movie marathon all for the sake of love..So there…another LUV SUX moment.

Text messaging should be band during BALENTIMES! Hehe

-o0o-
Later that evening, the rest of the housemates were invited by the “ultimate honeys” to join them in their dinner date, they kind of figure that they ordered way too much for them so they need a hand to finish the entire Entre’e..Half way through dinner we had shared our own ghost stories which is very timely..i guess .. and one of our house mates announced an unexpected news… which i’d rather share later…

Much later that evening.. at work, my officemate Joeff said I look different, and that he liked my style…He preferred to dubbed it as the “anti-christ look”

I don’t know if it was a compliment or not. I took it anyway, either way. I still look COOL..

haha..

So there, I guess valentines was too overrated for me.. and I am not exaggerating..

sunggo!

post-valentines notes

as promised, i’ll give you a heads up on what happened to my friend who got into this social experiment called… speed mating… i mean dating… as i recalled, she said it was a different experience and that i should try it.. and maybe i would if i want to scare the entire male species away.. bwahahaha… world domination people! let’s not forget my mission here. anyhow, she was able to mingle with 10 “single” men.. mix and match.. among all the 10 she was able to narrow it down to 3.. coz only 3 of the male species rouse her interest. clearly, she’s very picky. N.B.S.B just like me.. it was fun,she liked mingling and flirting with the boys after all that was part of the whole plan… how does this whole speed dating thing work? basically after the whole rendezvous you get to rate each person.. if both pick each other… it means that you’re meant have another round … and perhaps be on the road to tying the knot or something…but it’s ok, we are not like in a hurry or something.. my friend’s really… hhhmmmm, how shall i say it… meticulous.. he has to be a real gem.. a precious gem that would simply solve poverty and incontinence.. sadly that gem has not been found yet… but not to despair, the quest is not yet over… you haven’t seen the last of the speed-dating-frenzy!!!

-o0o-

so yes, yesterday was valentines.. and we’re all peculiarly smothered in hear-shaped stuff,bloody red was the theme… and i thought christmas was over.. people were swarmed by imaginary bees because of their overflowing displays of unnecessary sweetness and affection. yup, it became pretty ugly….

i spent the day bumming around the house.. i had my mini-marathon…but before that,early morning, I sent my dad a valentine greeting. Later, he replied. ‘Thanks. Who’s this?’

Annoyingly painful realization: My dad never did store my new number. He only recognizes my text when it has Dad or Daddy at the beginning of the message. haha. Umbag!

And so I asked.. Duh? It was me and why didn’t he recognize it was me. And he replied.. “Weird ang phone mo” Yeah, right dad. Happy Valentines to you too.

So I let the day pass… watching, enjoying a good laugh out of House’s sarcasms..by 2pm i received a text message…

“Joyz..whatchadoin?” said my friend

I said I was watching.

“Favor…hehehe”

I said ” ANo?” If, it involves going out, NO”

“Dai na lugod. Kami na lang ni Princess ( Nevermind, I’ll just ask Princess.)

Ano nga? (What is it?)

“Sabi mo abo mo.” ( You said you can’t do it)

I said yup, that’s what favors are for. Even if you don’t really want to do it,you end up doing it anyway coz after all you’re doing her a favor. Favors are errands.

So she said…if I could buy her honey 1 red rose and half-dozen Krispy Kreme…

Yup. Coz that what friends do.. They cover each other’s asses. And being a friend, being a loyal friend that is.. you’ll set aside the whole movie marathon all for the sake of love..So there…another LUV SUX moment.

Text messaging should be band during BALENTIMES! Hehe

-o0o-
Later that evening, the rest of the housemates were invited by the “ultimate honeys” to join them in their dinner date, they kind of figure that they ordered way too much for them so they need a hand to finish the entire Entre’e..Half way through dinner we had shared our own ghost stories which is very timely..i guess .. and one of our house mates announced an unexpected news… which i’d rather share later…

Much later that evening.. at work, my officemate Joeff said I look different, and that he liked my style…He preferred to dubbed it as the “anti-christ look”

I don’t know if it was a compliment or not. I took it anyway, either way. I still look COOL..

haha..

So there, I guess valentines was too overrated for me.. and I am not exaggerating..

sunggo!

LAST PICK-UP LINE SYNDROME

Guys, here are some reasons why you’ll stay single….for good Please don’t try this… ever..

example:

guy: excuse me… miss..

girl: yes?

guy: miss.. keyboard ka ba?

girl: huh?

guy: KEYBOARD ka ba?? kasi TYPE kita.

example 2

guy to girl: miss.. hindi tayo TAO, hindi tayo, HAYOP… BAGAY tayo

example 3

guy: miss.. hindi ka ba napapagod ?

girl: saan… bakit??

guy: kasi kagabi ka pa tumatakbo sa aking isipan..

YUP. undeniably cheesy and corny. Thanks BJ. Just some of the gazillion pick up lines that you have thrown, got stuck to my mind…and made us all nauseous, disoriented and hungry. Thanks for the effort though. Even if non of them really work, you still get an A for being unbelievably trying-hard.

do pick up lines really work??

LAST PICK-UP LINE SYNDROME

Guys, here are some reasons why you’ll stay single….for good Please don’t try this… ever..

example:

guy: excuse me… miss..

girl: yes?

guy: miss.. keyboard ka ba?

girl: huh?

guy: KEYBOARD ka ba?? kasi TYPE kita.

example 2

guy to girl: miss.. hindi tayo TAO, hindi tayo, HAYOP… BAGAY tayo

example 3

guy: miss.. hindi ka ba napapagod ?

girl: saan… bakit??

guy: kasi kagabi ka pa tumatakbo sa aking isipan..

YUP. undeniably cheesy and corny. Thanks BJ. Just some of the gazillion pick up lines that you have thrown, got stuck to my mind…and made us all nauseous, disoriented and hungry. Thanks for the effort though. Even if non of them really work, you still get an A for being unbelievably trying-hard.

do pick up lines really work??

VENTillation and other tales of the distressed

i guess it must be the hormones. i’m capable of really long rants and raves every once a month when the jeepers creepers pays me a visit.

let me self-destruct for 10 seconds or so.. just don’t make me watch those mushy movies during that time coz i’ll probably end up pulling my hair one by one.

let me just burn the holes in the paper that my fiery pen is causing.. let me write it. it’s better. it’s more calming.. it’s therapeutic.

man, sometimes I really wish I was a man so that i won’t get so annoying , emotional, moody or pimple-stricken and more dysfunctional than ever every month.. i can’t even spell dysmenorrhea.

jumbagarrrrr!!

>>> the shout box is not working again..it’s freaking useless again.. where the hell are those cookies?? and why have i deactivated them?? the hell! am i getting dumber at work ? or am i just simply naive.. i guess blogrollers, just use the comment box in the meantime. if you cannot post a shout in that useless thing..

-o0o-

back and forth, i’m contemplating on leaving.. leave or swap. I need to be LOST again..Feb 10 somebody please swap with me. I need to catch up from hiatus…waaaahhh

i need a week of marathon. i need to just sit in front the tv or watch a dvd of my fave series. plus i want to watch HEROES, HOUSE M.D., GREY’S ANATOMY, PRISON BREAK !! aaahhh.

-oO0-

Brain Power! I need to READ or I might DIE. Yup, I attended the read or die con.. Uber! (i’ll try to post the pics later!) The place was swimming in books.. It was simply a piece of heaven on a patch of earth. Too bad, I’m uber nagtitipid. I was tempted to go book shopping.. waaaah, powerbooks was there, and booktopia too. I saw those books I’ve been dying to read and those that I had I hard time finding.. ah, caramba! sacrifice! we are all on a diet… diet from even spending money…on books…

this is so distressful.

let me cry in my sleep. damn this hormones!

VENTillation and other tales of the distressed

i guess it must be the hormones. i’m capable of really long rants and raves every once a month when the jeepers creepers pays me a visit.let me self-destruct for 10 seconds or so.. just don’t make me watch those mushy movies during that time coz i’ll probably end up pulling my hair one by one.

let me just burn the holes in the paper that my fiery pen is causing.. let me write it. it’s better. it’s more calming.. it’s therapeutic.

man, sometimes I really wish I was a man so that i won’t get so annoying , emotional, moody or pimple-stricken and more dysfunctional than ever every month.. i can’t even spell dysmenorrhea.

jumbagarrrrr!!

>>> the shout box is not working again..it’s freaking useless again.. where the hell are those cookies?? and why have i deactivated them?? the hell! am i getting dumber at work ? or am i just simply naive.. i guess blogrollers, just use the comment box in the meantime. if you cannot post a shout in that useless thing..

-o0o-

back and forth, i’m contemplating on leaving.. leave or swap. I need to be LOST again..Feb 10 somebody please swap with me. I need to catch up from hiatus…waaaahhh

i need a week of marathon. i need to just sit in front the tv or watch a dvd of my fave series. plus i want to watch HEROES, HOUSE M.D., GREY’S ANATOMY, PRISON BREAK !! aaahhh.

-oO0-

Brain Power! I need to READ or I might DIE. Yup, I attended the read or die con.. Uber! (i’ll try to post the pics later!) The place was swimming in books.. It was simply a piece of heaven on a patch of earth. Too bad, I’m uber nagtitipid. I was tempted to go book shopping.. waaaah, powerbooks was there, and booktopia too. I saw those books I’ve been dying to read and those that I had I hard time finding.. ah, caramba! sacrifice! we are all on a diet… diet from even spending money…on books…

this is so distressful.

let me cry in my sleep. damn this hormones!