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Alright. Seems like busting dust balls is what I’ve been doing in quarter four.  And yes, procrastination has gotten the best of me.  I’m actually pinned down by two Herculean projects which needs to be finished by January and February 2009. Yikes!  Sure a part of me slacks but this huge Amazon at my back pushes me to tackle them head on.  However,  Ms. Migraine has been constantly drilling  on my cranium up there and so in times like these… I need my ultimate stress – reliever! I know that somewhere in my passive-aggressive self  lies a scary scary monster waiting to rip bones apart and grind it into saw dusts.  IT’S TEKKEN TIME!!!!

Me at age 5 practicing my Kung Fu

Not very recently, my cousins (Charles & Christian) came home from the United Steps  and we decided to go waste their savings away in Timezone. We went for old school arcade games.   My favorite is TEKKEN. The Timezone in Greenhills has the brand new Tekken (6) already!! Knowing that I was in the presence of two gaming fiends, (Rose Online, Ragnarok, Warcraft and all those weird titles I don’t even know but name it they probably played it), I had my game face on.

Much to my dismay (naks!), I won. Not once. Not twice but over and over again. Tsk tsk tsk. I dunno if they’re letting me WIN or anything.  Needless to say, it was not later confirmed that they suck big time. muhahahaha.

I was about to scream in glee and brag my way out when this boy around 7 or 8 of age came with his  Batman powercard. He laid it down and challenged the winner of the next round.

Me and my cousin Charles looked at each other and sneered.  Feeling the pressure creeping in but trying subtly to dismiss it, Charles said to me ” BRING IT!!!”

Cocky, I replied ” Amateur!”. And so the bloody battle continued. The boy stood at our backs waiting for his turn tapping his foot lightly. I don’t know if it’s the feeling of being watched that made me lose my edge or the boy jinx my winning streak.

My cousin Charles praised the heavens for one second and but then he looked back. The boy with the batman powercard grinned in delight. It was his turn.

Charles gulped.  And I mouthed the words YOU-ARE-DEAD-MEAT, as the gruesome fight commenced.

Poor Charles. I still can’t imagine he got beaten. And that look on his face after his defeat. Classic! LOLOLOLOL.

I’ve been begging him to post the pictures but his bruised ego seems to digress. However, I will  try my best to steal them. Muhuhahahaha.

So yeah, our asses were owned by the younger generation. Damn kid had no mercy.

Second round starts on the 29th. BRRRRING ET!

From the Desk of GOD

re: Moping while on duty

Dear Joycerica,

In the absence of alcohol, let me just make this sweet and simple. Get your act together, girl.

No moping while on duty. Life ain’t short in fact it’s the longest thing you ever ever have. So moping won’t make it easier. If noticed, the smiley in the sky last December 1 has a purpose. The sign you were asking for?? I have no clue. Signs are like so last year (as you would say).

So get up. Get up and do something. LIVE.

P.S.

Stop calling your father an Old Fart, Father Abraham, Hitler or Frankenstein. Give him a nice present too.

Remember.. I'm watching you!

Eternally Here,

GOD

This is not happening..

ThI’d like to give denial another shot. I’d like to believe that by refusing to acknowledge the existence of a pressing situation, I can delay acceptance. By means of such, I can wallow in misery and later on blog more about my stubborn attitude.

Here are some things I will temporarily renounce:

1. I am taking my job seriously – Prior to regularization, my social life still existed. It means that before, I am not a walking human cadaver. I have a life — of endless taco nights, sleepovers , movie marathons, watching live gigs of Miguel Escueta and booze nights. That’s how shallow my existence is but at least I felt alive. Post appraisal me became more focused on projects, payroll and fucking issuance of memos. Post appraisal me was robbed of weekends and also some week nights. I am complaining because I think that I’m being slave-driven. and I’m beginning to love or probably just get used to it. Partially, I want to slap myself for bitching because STABLE JOB = SURVIVAL and second, I don’t want to love my job. The more I get attached and become dedicated, to it, the more I will drown myself in a quicksand of contracts, leave forms, 201 files and such.

2. I lure freaks – Yeah, as an old saying goes ” It takes one to know one.” It must be true. A few days back, a toddler inside the MRT pinched my right butt cheek. A toddler, seriously! I never felt so harassed in my entire life. What’s disturbing is that his mom didn’t even bother to call his son’s attention. Plus, there are people (men and women alike) who can’t help but to pinch, tap or carress my arms. I get it, they’re soft and composed mostly of lipids. My triceps would make a wrestler weep in envy. Blame it on the fancy uppercuts I threw on my dad’s students. Teehee. But then again,lest you are Brandon Boyd, I strongly advise that you keep your paws to yourself. Second offense will merit an appropriate sanction.

Also, I know there’s a number of people who has this tendency to randomly add a stranger in their social networks — like perhaps friendster or facebook. I know, I also went to that stage when it’s all about the numbers. It felt like you are total loser if your social network would only include your dad, your third-cousin from your mother side, your seatmate when you were in the 3rd grade and your aunt. But now, who gives a foot? I don’t care if I only have 50 friends at least I know all of them.

I mean who wouldn’t want to block a friend request if the mail alert says “ SOUL_SUCKER would like to add you as a friend”.

If you are in my social network, I’m sorry but hiding under some weird pseudonym and fake picture will just rouse my growing suspicion (they don’t call me Queen Paranoia for nothing).

I just don’t get it. Is there an invisible arrow that points them to my direction?

3. I suck at time management – Yes that means, I cannot maintain focus because my work load has just doubled by quarter three. Yipee! They just hired another batch. of 20- 30 people. My accounts are growing which is good. I wonder if I can also get a cut from their basic salaries. Uhm…. hell no. This means, I cannot concentrate on finishing my stupid project. Thus, my performance appraisal for this February may be as good as cold turkey sandwich.

4. I am unpredictable these days – I dunno. Must be the impending coming of the holidays. I get cranky a lot for all the wrong reasons.. I need to regroup my alter egos.

5. I am immensely budget-conscious - Okay. Kuripot. Gearing up for 2009 is really challenging. I am thinking far ahead of the possibilities as the year wraps up. That includes becoming eventually homeless and walking along Quezon Ave., twirling my hair. This means that I am disowning some relatives because I cannot afford to buy them gifts this Christmas. Therefore, I’m also finding it hard to look for my dad’s present (both for his birthday and for Christmas). I also opted working during the holidays because a ticket going to the province can be allocated to other important things like perhaps my dad and grandma’s presents and possibly my haircut.

So there. I posting this demotivational poster as my parting words.

*wallow*