Life Comes in Ph(r)ases: 02.22.05

wake up, its a beautiful morning.
greeted my beloved gorj and cousin Pink Happy birthday.
wait for the announcements from 4 radio stations. Thank God for digital components.
another 2 media sponsors, confirmed.
brought my not-so tshirt pub shirt to school for silk screening. grrr from sushi girl.
hated the 1:30 pm heat.
went to powerbooks mega to meet tubby.
thank God, aircon.
where the hell is she? gotta find..
oops... books on witchcraft and spells.
shirking.
i want to be a witch.
saw my gorgeous friend TUbby.
left mega and went to strata 2000 for radio station visit. walked our way.
grrr... my stilettos are killing me.
station hopping.
jam: nice station. edited the spiel we have.
rx: approved. snob boss. nice office.
left strata.
walked.
saw my neighbor.
rode FX to mega.
walked.
took an MRT to boni.
walked.
my lung (not to mention my face) is black from the urban pollution.
went to the washroom to fix ourselves.
rt. nice crowd. cluttered office. amiable boss. funny DJ.
freebies!
magic: saw miles and joey. contact person, not there. call again tom.
klite. no contact person either.
left boni.
waited for ride to come.
my feet just died.
took a jeep ride to crossing.
PSBank called to inform me of my interview tom.
grrr.. again, a day before the interview. how evil.
crossing mall.
ate at KFC.
accidentally mistook a guy to be the gravy guy (but is actually a customer).
went to Tubby's favorite ukay ukay.
made fun of the clothes.
felt like Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie of Simple Life.
(we should be in a reality show)
saw some cute items though.
went home.
grrr.. MRT full.
got lost in the "MMDA maze"...
instead of riding a project 6 jeep, i used the footbridge and walked my way to mindanao ave.
just said my eulogy to my feet.
went home.
adhoc-tf launching on my mind.
tired. tired. tired.
with dead feet being buried.

that was my day in a nutshell.