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Blog Update

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

9:10 PM 0 comments

Cloudy weather
Day 17 at the Audit Office
Dear No One,

monkey USB I'm really psyched about the new blog design: AllThingsMeg V3.0~!

It's a restaurant theme -and it comes with an actual, well, virtual restaurant!.

I'm well into the coding part now, wish me luck! I'm going to need loads!

Auditing news: I was P1000+ short of completing a balance report from an actual Bank Recon that I did. Unreal!

[L] New Art: flip phone for ATM Blog ad, ne~

Kickin' It Kindergarten Style

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

11:37 PM 7 comments

Crazy Rainy weather
Day 4 at the Audit Office
Dear No One,

The fruit of today's boredom is..

wait for it..

[L-R] Kenny, Tudtud, meki, Nath, Cuzzin Karl

And as a good kindergartner, my explanation goes something like this:

Kenny is a yakker. And that's an understatement. He's fun to be around with, though. Plus, he's always in on current events and stuff. And he looves Hollywood things. The whole tinkerland enchilada.

Tudtud is an awefully quiet kid. But he's very intuitive. I don't know why I labeled him the 'abstract dreamer'. I'm done fer.

I was the b*tch in kindergarten. Haha. I was always with the prettiest hair and the meanest 'tude. Very stuck-up, tossed in with a pinch of bossines and tonsa brattiness. And it gets worse, people outside my class were totally oblivious to it all.

I really don't know what Nath was like in kindergarten. This is the part when I wish I asked my friends first before actually doing impressions. And now I'm really, really done fer.

I bet Cuzzin Karl was a scrawny little kindergartner.

I laugh. ♥

PS: Update on the new blog design [AllThingsMeg v3.0]~
It's almost up, home dawgs! Just finishing up on the wallpaper and it's coding thereafter. Stay tuned!

DB Unloaded

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

11:30 AM 7 comments

Location: Don Bosco Retreat House, Talisay City, Cebu
Lowdown: 21 days in-house for the June 6 and 7, 2009 NLEs
Yays: (+) gadgets, feeding q3H, (+) friends, (+) aircon, (+) daily rosary,
Boo: (-) civilization

I stoles them photos from Trisha's and Peace's albums, rawr!

[L-R] Desiree, Peace, Bhea, Meki, Trisha. Eva took this shot.

Oh, we have this whole coordination thing in the bag, baby!

The whole DB gang is here! See anyone you know, ne~?

[L-R] JB, meki, Lorenzo, James, Nat, Peace, Bea, Desiree, Trisha, Eva

Deucedly Inspired

Monday, June 8, 2009

8:34 AM 1 comments

Cloudy weather
Dear No One,

I woke up today at 9am and made a mad dash for the nearest pen and paper. Hands shaking and scribbling down wildly, I realized this was my big ah-ha moment for my blog's new look. Don't ask me why but it's a restaurant theme.

It's back to the drawing board, kids! I'm going to draw me some sushi~!

Angels and Demons

Saturday, May 16, 2009

2:55 AM 0 comments

Well aren't we all?

I don't usually go online at one in the freaking morning (-at least not since my prepaid internet days) to blog about some movie but I'm emphatically going out of my way for this baby.

Angels and Demons I went to see the prequel to the much-loved and much-controversial Da Vinci Code by the now infamous Dan Brown with Karl today [insert BIG cuzzin hugs here].

In this 140-minute movie adaptation to the 2000 novel under the same name, Tom Hanks reprises his role as Harvard symbologist Robert Langdon in the race against time to stop the stolen canister of antimatter from blowing up the Vatican City, unravelling mysteries behind a secret society called the Illuminati along the way. Right smack in the middle is the historical conflict between religion and science.

Brown's success can be attributed to his fancy picking on conspiracy theories, secret societies, single-day pacing, historical artifacts, architecture, symbolism, and (-why not) the Catholic Church. But be warned, comparative to it's film predecessor, Angels and Demons do not bring as much offensive stench to incite even the most austere acolytes.

There is a lot of walking and running around in this film you'd feel as if you lost 30 lbs. just sitting on that theater seat. There is a lot of observable explaining and overexplaining of details in here, too, which makes one question his/her ability to figure anything on his/her own. Movie critics will be feasting on the many pits and faults in this film, definitely, but one cannot deny the slicker and more compelling delivery by director Ron Howard this time around in Angels and Demons.

Graded A+

edit (May 16, 7pm): Went to see A and D again, this time wit James and JB ~!

Schlepping the Woes

Friday, May 8, 2009

11:58 PM 3 comments

Why does everything have to be so darn complicated?

As if the upcoming NLEs aren't enough to drive any good man crazy, we have to deal with our own cans of worms as well. I'm sure it's different for everyone, but burdensome all the same. For me, it's unresolved ties with the closest thing to a sister, trust issues, the future, and unrequited love.

With so much going on, the 20-day Don Bosco in-house for some serious ass-whooping intensive studying couldn't have come at a better time. I'm actually looking forward to something this summer! Now if I could only get my emaciated hands on a good room there, I'd be one happy camper.

Here, a bunch of crappy sketches- a summary of my cooped up emotions as of late.

Srsly.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

2:06 AM 8 comments

If one day you wake up and decide not to go to work because of your sunburnt skin and it's okay because your father is the chief boss, then dude, you're one lucky kid.

And no, I wasn't referring to myself.

So I've just been handed this impressive resume as a guide to help build mine. It would've been easier if my work experience was anywhere close to the staggering weight that is the list in this guide (Note: mine is like, zilch). Seriously, I have never felt so irrelevant and small. The HR people at any given company I'd apply to would make my resume the Kleenex of all bathroom towels.

Why didn't anyone tell five-years-ago me how important building resumes were? All those years hogging up the TV, watching the Hallmark channel and eventually- albeit inadvertently- adopting a muddled up accent, a cross somewhere between down under and British!

I would have had a heck of a better time working hard on making straight As in school and doing volunteer work! But noo, five-years-ago me was carefree and bovine.

Here's a typical Saturday for the five-years-ago sloth that was me and let me assure you, it's the typical Saturday for the five-years-ago sloth that was, well, me.

6am: Ama waking me up. "Feed the fish! Open the windows! Take a bath! Eat breakfast!"

Now these may all sound very easy. *Ehem* Not exactly.

First of all, feeding the fish would mean feeding the fishes in 1. the tank in the living room, 2. the big, elaborately sprawled tank out front right before the balcony, and 3. the big cement tanks out back. That means carrying my poor feet in and around the house that would take an estimated 30 minutes of my precious reserved-for-idling-around time.

Second, opening the windows would mean opening all five-foot high jealousy windows lining the walls of 2 living rooms and one kitchen. I counted, and that's around 31 (approximately) of those said windows, my friend! Oh, it's a workout alright!

Then there's the seemingly innocent daily ritual of taking a bath. It would've been okay, unless you're stuck using the bathroom downstairs because the one in your room has the plumbing problems!

And finally, eating breakfast. The most important meal of the day. Uhm, who cooks breakfast at 4 in the freaking morning? So you end up with what seems like food to the human eye, and just short of soggy and bland.

So what do I do?

Step 1: acknowledge Ama waking me up and casually move behind up a notch as if to say, "I'm up, Ama. You can leave now." And she does.

Step 2: Bring behind back to earth and roll over to other side. Slide one pillow over the head to feign darkness. Pull covers back up. Sleep again but making mental note to wake up 20 minutes later. Right.

8am: By now I'm [almost] alone in the house, save for the help and Ama. But they're busy witht their own daily routines. I plop down in front of the TV, two feet away max, grab the remote, and flip to the Hallmark channel.

12nn: lunch, duh.

1pm: TV.

230pm: shoot hoops in the front yard. (Snowball the Jap Spitz's barking in the background)

3pm: skating around in the front yard. And no, I don't do kickturns, flips, nor stands.

330pm-10pm with dinner break: TV. May spend 30 minutes max on the keyboard sometime after dinner.

10pm: bedtime!

There's No Business Like Monkey Business

Thursday, March 19, 2009

9:55 PM 4 comments

These shots were taken sometime between Talk 2 and Ms. S's class speech.

I have videos, too.

Signed, Sealed, Deliberated

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

11:46 PM 4 comments

Dear Bad wITCH,

I'm sorry but you picked a great day to piss me off.

It was a good try, I'll give you that. And I cried (But I always do, so that can't count!).

Let me tell you a little secret: there is something mystical about Tuesdays. Nothing (NOTHING!) can keep me in a bad mood for long.

Top 5 reasons why you lost and I won today:

5. Our class adviser helping me out in this whole debacle gave me something to thank her for. Now I can finally start working on my share on the Thank-You scrapbook the whole class is making for her.

4. I've made allies in the most unlikely people. It feels strangely comforting.

3. Rekindling friendship was almost instantaneous. Though I had a bad fit with the guys yesterday, I realized that when it comes down to it,they're the only ones I can count on.

2. And now I have a new blog post, the draft of which was made whilst sitting around during volunteer duty just this afternoon.

1. And finally, do you know the only thing I love about going on duty? You know those insignificant idle times when you're done checking your patients' vitals and charting and what-not? Yea, those. I spend those times picking at inspiration all over the field. And now I'm keen on working on my blog layout! It's back to the drawing board, kids!

Right Here But Not This Time

Monday, March 16, 2009

11:31 PM 5 comments

After an unflagging series of drafts wanting any sort of importance or social interest whatsoever, I'm at it again. I should really get myself enrolled in a writing class program pronto.

So anyway, I finally figured out why I've been so hexed at writing or in any of the projects I've been putting myself into lately (translation: not getting anything done). Cuzzin Karl will call it a 'bad juju', but I know better.

It's my wavering heart.

I'm beating myself senseless after this.

I'm not exactly the most mushy person on the planet. So you can imagine how straining this is for me right now.

I ask, how can one keep so much burning emotion to her-/himself? And when it's become too much to bear, how does one deal?

When fate steps in and you finally meet this person you swore you'd never [and I quote, 'in a million years'] like and realize you actually do [-a lot] and you get along pretty well and he's all you ever think about and you find a gajillion of things you have in common, to which you think he is totally oblivious about. You're convinced he's the mysterious guy you've been dreaming about for months now. And you're conflicted between ideas on confessing how you really feel about him and keeping it to yourself. But then again it doesn't really matter because in the slightest chance that he might return your feelings, you feel you won't deserve any of it anyway.

After all, he's the one candy you can never have- you just hope you'd stop obsessing over him so much.