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)

I was looking through my outlook (the jc@evilwearspink.com email) and found this. Haha. Care of Undria. ^_^

From here:
http://starblinx.deviantart.com/art/5-Frames-of-Summer-131036032

I’m getting a bad headache. Because I’m effing hungry. Not anyone’s fault. Just hungry.

(I got a dream about you–we’re stuck in a whiplash that I couldn’t control. I seem happy but I wasn’t. You seem happy but I’m not so sure. Undefinable, not easy to procure. I was falling under my own definitions of pressure.

And I wait, and I count the days which pass by; unfortunately can’t count the days before my stinging eye. Only one of them is crying, the other’s simply not listening. I think, i think, its name is called hoping.)







Yeah. Rhyming is fun.

Andrea said 2010 is the year of impossibilities. So…I’m starting them out pretty good:

Some Greek stuff - done January
Resetting of feelings and on to platonic things - done January (haha, bullshit ito, really)
Back to gigs - January
Back to writing - January
Back to backpacking - February

Well, they’re not impossible, but they’re mostly impossible for me till this year, anyway.

So. The idea came after one dinner and a carrot cake surprise after–some of us might be going to Clark for the hot air balloon festival, you might want to go. Apparently, kasama ako sa invite. *laughs* It’s something I have always wanted to go to to check out but never got around to doing, so I figured it’s apt. Buti na lang rin. Rein wasn’t able to make it as he ran to Tarlac, so that kind of scratches out Yang in the equation.

So, it’s me and Cass’ friends: David, Peter and Sas. The named three I have met previously, and David I met again after him joining us in a Techy Romantics gig (and bringing heavenly, heavenly butterscotches from Iloilo), so they weren’t entirely strangers. And Cass, well, she’s always around. Stranger not quite.

So Peter picked me up from Q Ave at around 5 in the morning, headed to West Ave to change cars, then went to Subic. Cass said that it would be wiser to skip the morning part considering not everyone would make it early (bane of the nocturnals and, well, we all came from odd shifts) and planned a beach trip instead for everyone. They’re pretty much still full of energy (except for me) and were throwing banters around in the morning (something about Gokongwei because of his odd, odd banks) and made it still relatively okay at Camayan Beach Resort by around 9pm. They boys and I pretty much stayed in the shade (I’m scared of too much tan) while Cass and Sas, both wanting a new color, stayed under the sun as much as possible.

Amit, my boss, was insisting I join them for an over night stay in Subic, and Richard was apparently joining along with Doc, but by 3pm I was already tired, so when we all went to Clark to catch the night-flying, it turned out to be a good decision to make it a one-day trip, anyway.

(sorry, I would have told you guys more, but I’m kind of tired just writing this in, too.)



But! I’m back to uploading 200+ pics again! Yay! Facebook’s a bitch lately and it degrades the photographer-wannabe in me by resizing my pictures and taking out all the beautiful colors, so let me give you my lovely, lovely links:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/32656601@N07/sets/72157623432798666/

http://www.flickr.com/photos/47534847@N02/sets/72157623308403131/

On a weird side, I might have to pay Flickr if I would keep up with these kinds of massive uploads, soon. Saaayh.

Ang galing, no? La lang. :}

Oh, yeah. Oh hell, yeah.