...burnout, kissing ass, ripping pants, FIFA...

the presentation i was working on is finally over, yet i still feel burned out by all of it... probably because i didn't feel a sense of fulfillment with what i did. it was like my boss telling me to "be creative" or "bahala ka na" but when i do my thing, i eventually end up doing nothing but what he wanted in the first place. good example:

Sir Bernie: Volt, marunong ka ba nitong projector? ayaw makuha ung kulay eh.
Me: (tinkers with projector)
Sir Bernie: i-auto mo na lang, mukhang maliwanag.
Me: (presses auto adjust)
Sir Bernie: Yown.

ndi ko alam kung sadya syang nananadya o gusto lang nyang makaistorbo ng tao. pero ang labo.


How to Ruin Valentine's Day

i discovered there are simple steps.

1. wake up late. this way, there would be less time to spend with your date.
2. don't rush things. with such limited time, don't do stuff as fast as you can. it burns time, hence giving you less time to spend with each other.
3. drag date to do work errands. this way, no quality time may be spent together, hence no mushy stuff and all that seriousness.
4. give false hopes. this makes date think that you have everything figured out, and that at the end of these errands, there's a good thing that's gonna happen.
5. drag date to assist in vague work requests. this way, you make date think that date is doing something useful when actually, you're doing something pointless in the first place
6. blame everything on work, and take date home. this is just icing on the cake.

*best done on a weekend. when there isn't supposed to be work.


it's crap i tell you. that is how our valentine worked out. i wanted to have a quiet outdoor walk, probably go to UP to have isaw while doing that walk, then just talk and talk. but nooooo... i had to be "boy diligent" and had to come to work to finish whatever it was still needed to be done. but as it turns out, whatever we did that saturday, i could have done on monday, and it wouldn't make any difference.

nakakainis kasi sana mas maganda pagsasama namin nun araw na un. kung alam ko lang na halos wala rin pala silbi ginawa/gagawin namin nun, sana ndi na lang ako pumasok.

400g Steak = Not Good for Health

i had limited time for a date last saturday because my cousin was celebrating her debut that night in Discovery Suites. my aunt had a headcount of us, and me and job got the biggest meal in the whole room: a 400g ribeye steak. others either had 200g of the same steak, while others had salmon. but me and my bro, we had 400g of it. almost half a kilo. a kilo that could feed a family.

we were seriously doubting our eating capacity about 1/3 of the steak. at about 85% done, i said i couldn't finish it anymore.  that was after 1.5 hours.

i am a huge eater. and me giving up on a perfectly good steak says a lot.

i felt i lost a lot of air in my head at that time. i think all proteins and no carbs isn't really good for you.


Kissing Ass

big global boss in the office arrived today. i had to clean up my workplace because it was in full view of anyone who passes by the workplaces. and it was no easy task. demmit.

there was even a conversation i had with my boss that appeared to me as if she wanted me to transfer to a hidden workplace or something. man.

these suits. you respect them because they're you're bosses, but man, what they do to kiss ass of those higher than them.


Ripping Pants

yes. i ripped my pants. i refuse to believe it is because i am getting fat, but man, it might be a culprit.

i was squatting down looking for some stuff at the bottom shelf of work stuff, when i heard a ripping sound. then suddenly, my butt was cold. when i looked down, i saw my balls. ok. that was graphic. of course i had underwear. but the thing is, i saw that part of my underwear that was supposed to be holding that part of me. and it wasn't a small rip. it was like half a buttcrack. it wasn't ripped all the way up though. but it was big. and i was walking weirdly trying to hide it. but then when i realized it might split when i go up a staircase, i took off my jacket and tied it around my waist. there was nothing else i could do.

FIFA 09

this is bad for one's health. i never thought i'd get "hooked" (pota. ang sama na sa isip ko na gamitin un salitang un.) with this game, since i'm more of a basketball fan than a football fan. but lo' and behold, i don't get much sleep pushing Kaka for goals til about 2am in the morning on a work night.

now i moved on to manager's mode. God only knows how bad this addiction will be for me.
Kwek-kwek Addiction

speaking of addiction, i'm still a floss addict, but now, that's kinda controlled already. what i did? overload with floss for a week.

now i'm trying to figure out if doing that same thing to kwek-kwek, my new addiction, will solve my craving for it. Eggstacy in Galleria is my new haven.

YM Status Messages

"____ is sleeping. do not disturb."
"____ is busy, don't buzz me."
"____ is studying, do not disturb."

'tards, why the hell are you even online if you don't want to talk to anyone? just lay off the YM if you're too busy for anything. that way, no one will surely bother you.