People are blaming the Tectonic plate shifting on Barack Obama. Chile is a supposed bomb-testing facility of the Americans.

I’m not sure if I should find it hilarious. It’s almost like the story about Muslims pulling a gun inside a theatre that’s showing Fernando Poe Jr. films, and they tried shooting the bad guy who’s supposed to shoot FPJ, but of course, ending up only putting holes on the cinema screen—it’s futile and funny but kind of sad.

Alam mo yung massive effort someone puts in to spend about 20 crazy minutes with you kahit galing shang malayo and pointedly shang nagdrop by sa lugar mo just for that?

Isipin mo yung feeling pag ikaw ang tinanggalan ng effort.

Ano kaya feeling. Parang kala mo wala akong karapatang magtampo, a? Nakakapikon na, promise. :/ Tama na. Ayoko na. Asar na ako.

This week:

Eron: “Papasok ka pa lang ng office?”
JC: “Galing akong office.”
Eron: “In fairness. Mejo fresh. Mejo.”
JC: “So parang second-hand yuppie?”
Eron: “Anong second-hand yuppie?”
JC: “Used. Used young professional. Pero pwede pa rin for re-sale.”
Eron: “So parang prosti? Used pero fresh pa rin bawat gabi?”
JC: “Sakto. Hahaha.”

Hahaha. Usapang gago lang.

Eto pa isa.

MJ: “So what does that mean? What does the kiss mean?”
Denise: “Baka peer pressure.”
JC: “Tangina, kung peer pressure yun, e di tara, i-peer pressure natin siya. ‘Oi, pinipeer pressure ka namin; maghiwalay na kayo ng girlfriend mo!’ ‘Peer pressure ka namin, kayo na ni MJ, sige nga, sige nga!’ “
MJ: “Tangina mo tsong. Pero pwede. Hahaha. Sige, pressure nyo si A.”
Denise: “Shit, wag nga bigyan ng asukal ‘to, humahyper.”

Hahaha.

Wala lang. Brekky at BHS. May call kasi ako kaninang 8:30am, dalawang oras pa lang tulog ko. Salamats sa mga nanggising. Lovelove. :}

Shit. I think I cannot wait for this monthly thing to finally go this month. It’s giving me crazy ideas. Like this afternoon, I was looking at myself in the mirror and I got this compulsion to cut my hair. OMG. I better stay clear of hairdressers lest I don a really crazy short hair again anytime soon.

I don’t have anything against short hair. I think it’s brilliant, I think it’s the best idea to have your hair short should doomsday arrive and there are simply no combs anywhere. It’s convenient, it’s wash and wear, and for crying out loud, it only needs 5 small minutes of your time to tame every freakin day.

The problem is, I have something with short hairs—I look either:

a) Korean
b) A little boy
c) This is not really included but it can be a mixture of both, add a little tan as well—so yeah, a slightly tanned korean little boy.

I have always liked girls with long hair. Sue me. I find them so elegant, so…composed. (besides, I have a thing for two long haired girls making out, but that’s beside the point) I haven’t donned long hair since maybe two, three years ago; I think I have always had it short since I left my first job in Alabang. No relation, it’s just that I don’t know why I never had it long again. So now, looking at myself in the mirror—I can’t wait to have it long and nice, but I can’t wait to freaking sic the scissors on them, too. Like, die! die! die!

The problem is, although yeah, I am starting out with my being feminine again (latebloomer, can’t help it), I don’t think I’m confident enough that I would have it short, and pull it off like a girl, still. I remember almost always acting macho when it happens. I hate it. It’s something that I feel is brought about by the “feel” of looking like a boy. And the last thing I would want people to label me with is “ang cute nung tibo na manager.” *laughs* Come on. Sometimes, it happens, but I simply don’t want to be labelled tibo. As much as it’s really not in the labelling, but let’s just say I’m a huge fan of femininity. I just hate it that it hates me.

Pete, one of the SMEs for the North America region, came around and staunchly claimed that, no, Marian, you will NOT cut your hair. You’re prettier with long hair. Sigh. He enumerated a list of things I could do with it, all of them mostly involving pricey treatments. Ah, well. I think I should stop watching Winona Ryder movies from here on, lest I fiddle with my own cutter and start my own slasher movie. Err…hair slashing, that is.

I guess I’m gonna have to stick with this for a while. Ika nga ni Yang, maganda ka na ng long hair, eeffort ka pa ba ng short hair? XD

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So never mind what logic says I say /
Logic a guy who oughta empty his pockets /
All we want is an open mind you know, the /
Kind you can earn and can’t buy /

- Swimming pool, The Submarines

(love-to-sway-along song of the day)

Two contradictory things:

1) Gusto kong ma-try sumigaw ng isang sooper lutong I-really-mean-it-you-goddamn-stupid-fuck na hirit: Eh pu!@^#$% ka, ano ba problema mo?!? (sabay shove sa bangin)

(care of Bertong Badtrip comics ni Manix Abrera. Anlaking impluwensiya, haha)

2) I…am so freaking itching to be sweet. I swear to god. Lahat na lang nilalambing ko today, inaasar ng konti but still sweet enough, tas maka beso, yakap, at hawak ako today. Kulang na lang mangtsansing ako, pero not in the mood, and not the right crowd. *laughs*

Hmm. I wonder what’s fueling this. *thinks*

There’s a stretch of small restos just right outside our office. On a colloquial term, you would know them as turo-turos. But they’re mostly just small canteens—the type that at one point, you may just come across dysentery on your plate. Some people call them, Cholera, atbp.

It’s actually a guilty pleasure to eat there for me sometimes. They don’t offer much on our local canteen, and they do offer cheap alternatives. So I ate there yesterday, and my lunch was at 54PHP; I gave the girl 200PHP but she asked if I had a few coins. They’re short of change. She gave me 150PHP and asked me to return the 4PHP anytime. I said I might not be able to return it anytime today. She stressed, Yeah, just return it ANYTIME, like she wasn’t entirely expecting me to return the small change anymore, but would simply be thankful if I would.

I looked for another store, bought some random sugar, then went back a few minutes after, giving the 4PHP. She was surprised. She looked at me weird, then said again, “sabi ko kahit kelan. Okay lang.” Then she smiled uneasily, but gratefully.

I think the world already expects that people would simply forget small changes and move on. Or be untrustworthy enough to not return for that small change. But coins, as small as they seem, still matter. To someone else, puhunan yun.

I’m kind of a little proud of myself for being honest in such small ways—like shoving the money to the bus driver if the conductor forgot to charge me, or going out of my way to return change. I’m not expecting that the world would do this for me, but I’m expecting myself to be a part of that world who would do it for others, instead. Just when people believe that humans are intrinsically evil, I want to be a part of the 1% who staunchly believes that people ARE 90% good. Parang water content lang.

Ikaw, what are you staunchly believing in?

(On a small note: to Kaye Arguelles! I was talking to Richard Mayani yesterday, I was telling him about this vegetarian resto sa Makati na my friend discovered and took me to lately. Sabi ni Rich, kain tayong mga vegetarians dun. ^_^ Sama natin si Aldrin. Or kahit tayong dalawa lang. Date tayo. :] Let’s talk about books and JD Salinger and other nice things over a (slightly) expensive dinner. Hahaha. Game?)