Pictures from the Dark Side: a Friday the 13th Bday bash

Flamethrower, Dishwalla and Banker Boy ( i think.. its so dark...)



I dont know who they are exactly.. but im sure they're my friends


sila pa rin ata


(obviously, they sit across from me kaya sila lagi ang nakukuhanan ko) Squint your eyes and look closer, they look freakin' happy


The Queers are here!



Queer and the Queen of Sunshine no more (before they were taken away by the Prince of Insufficient Light)


Zong-ing... A good Photo Op ano?


And now we see the light... hehehe.. moonlighting habang naghihintay ng upuan sa Pier

Rage Against the Machine

i knew it.

The reason I never had an ATM card (aside from the fact that i dont know how to save) is that i knew this thing was bound to happen.

Today is my brother's bday and since it was my first ever sweldo, i kinda promised my family that i will foot the bill. Unfortunately, i wasnt able to withdraw last friday because the line at the atm was long, plus i had a gimmick to attend.

So i planned to do my banking today. my mom was in a hurry so she told me to pay her na lang after we eat out. I feel that was kind of prophetic on her part. bakit?

Eh kasi naman... what are the chances that my first ever ATM transaction will fail miserably? grrr... my first ever sweldo/ ATM card, eaten by that evil machine.

Sometimes, these events scare me. Bakit ganun? lahat talaga ng mga kamalasan, nangyayari... Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, my ATM card wasnt able to put my complete name there.. apparently, kulang sa space. walang letter N sa surname ko. kainis tlaga.

Weirdness talaga. I just hope that more blessings will come to compensate for all the bad luck i've been getting.

Friday the 13th: The Comedy

Tubby's birthday was just like any other gimmick we've had, extremely fun and hilarious. Made me realize how much i miss them. No matter how many friends I gain at the office, nobody understands me like they do... No one can laugh the hardest at my jokes and wowowee inspired cheers. No one can absorb all my ka krung krungan and contradictions like they do.. grabe.. motmot.

Anyway, the story.

i called Tubby up last Monday because I happened to see a really nice skirt at the mall and i was looking for an event to wear it... i called her up and found out that she was at the gym.. hahaha. ang funny. I asked her if we have a get together on her birthday and she said she'll organize one. Anyways, i didnt buy the skirt, FYI. good decision because the gimmick was entirely Un-Skirt-able.

Friday.

The Bratinella in me took over as i asked Mamba to pick me up at work. The gang was supposed to meet up at 6pm at starbucks glorietta and knowing Tubby, we decided to loaf first since we know Tubby's gonna be late (most especially that day, her bday thingie when she'll know she'll be forgiven). I decided to buy her a gift,a huge pink slippers (pang barko!)and since its not really birthday-ish to give slippers in plastic, i bought a simple green paper bag at National, which Flamethrower, the evil person that she is, would later on, steal from Tubby.

I texted Queer and asked what time he'll be there and told me he's not coming because its Friday the 13th and he cant miss watching Mga Anghel na Walang Langit. Knowing how much of a Pop Culturist he is, i believed him... which i shouldnt have... grrr...

7pm, Starbucks.

the two Corpo chicks (Mamba and me) strutted our stuff at Starbucks, only to find out that were the first people there. I called Tubby and discovered that she had just gotten inside the cab (for i heard, Manong, glorietta po). Great, late again. As expected. She told us though, that Dishwalla and Queer and his friend were there already.

We knew where to find Queer and we were right. we found him and Jomer smack in the middle of a bunch of guys, playing tekken at Timezone. When Flamethrower called up to ask where we were, we decided to leave the noisy, boy and men infested arcade. Soon, Dishwalla's tall frame appeared before us and we chatted for the next hour. Queer bought Tubby two kinky undies from Top Shop and since Flamethrower didnt buy any gift, she decided to do the "mukhang mabait" act.

Tubby arrived at 8pm, two hours past the call time... WHat were we expecting? a miracle? she would never turn up on time. Because of her uber lateness, we decided not to watch a movie and have dinner instead. After 30 minutes of Greenbelt-ing, we decided to just go to the Fort, drink and be merry. We had a hard time getting a cab and who wouldnt? we were hailing a cab in a No lOading/ Unloading zone. What are the chances?

9 pm, Pier one.

There was a line when we got there. Since we were in a good mood,it was fine to wait for 30 minutes and did a lot of catching up to fill the time. When it was finally our turn, we were placed at the rooftop... and guess what? mamba is petrified of heights... so we asked to be transferred elsewhere... we were told to line up again... imagine, we were hungry and have a friend who was turning white with fear... Our moods were turning sour every second. We decided to go down since we love Mamba and it started drizzling.

We had to wait for another 30 minutes or so before we were able to get our seats. We were in a really foul mood. We were stressing the waiters/sailors/popeye look alikes and they were becoming rude too. I played mother and ordered the food. thank God we know how to have fun. Food has a way of calming all of us. And boy, were we hungry. we were able to finish all the food in less than 15 minutes, seriously.

We had a lot of laughs especially when Queer and his friend made kwento about their Puerto Galera experience. Note: Do not trust any resort named South of the Border. I dont think anyone would, It's a very telling name.

I tried to take pictures during the gimmick pero it was too dark to even see them. grrr... sayang. We were laughing our hearts out as we talked about wowowee and Queer did an impersonation of Sailor moon characters. Everyone was having a great time (especially after we ordered a barrel of beer, hic!).

1 am.

I was uber tired because i got up at 5 am and i had a toxic day at the office (plus, it was the opening of the ofice sportsfest which i eventually didnt attend because i was battered tired) so i told them i wanted to go home. Again,what are the chances that right after asking for the bill, it started raining really hard... as in with matching thunder and lightning? APparently, huge.

We decided to have coffee instead so we got inside the bar part of the PIer one. We felt kinda Matronic as we sipped our coffee... We were doing a Lola impression, with matching looking at everyone nursing a drink, shaking our heads and muttering, Iba na talaga ang mga bata ngayon...

we fought the urge to dance inside so we satisfied ourselves with the demure dance and singing backup, Snoop dogg style to the songs.

3am.

Time to go home. We walked past the parking lot, arguing over who will be the designated driver this time, realizing shortly that nobody among us has a car. tsk, tsk, carnapped again? hehehe.

We hailed a cab at the totally deserted, palayan part of the Fort and we were surprised that we actually got a cab. After bidding Goodbye to Tubby the birthday girl and her friend Jason, we shared a cab (not to mention good memories) home.


the end.

Stressed For Success!

I had the taste of my very first pay check. Its not that bad afterall. Plus, Im really enjoying my work there. I'm loosening up a bit and befriending the people more. I love my job now, although it gets stressful at times (i mean, all the time).

Have I told you im salivating over our HR head? no kidding. Last thursday, i had my OT and passed my OT form at the HR department. I didnt see him totally, i saw his arms clad in Pink long sleeves and heard his voice and those were enough to make me smiling crazy all afternoon. Weird.

I failed to see him at the office sportsfest today because i was bed ridden the entire day (the scoop later). Sayang, i missed seeing him in green skimpy shorts (uhrm, that's another crush pala, an econ prof.. hehe). I blew my chance of seeing him in a casual outfit.. SAYANG.

ANd yes, the 411... The god is still single...at 36! maybe he's waiting for me... I wish.

The Heat is on!

Im crawling out of my skin!

I hate this heat!!! I'm having a pimple break out and I have to bathe more than thrice in a day...

Man, im turning into a hag. I had my first field orientation with Ms. Gelli (sis!). T'was fun. I saw another Piolo Look-alike. Tried hard not to drool.

Shoot. I should really learn how to save. Im running low on cash all the time and worse, I'm getting addicted again to romance novels. grrr...

Can you believe it? I was actually included in the volleyball team for our office sportsfest. great, another chance for me to humiliate myself.

You see, i'm afraid of balls (not all kinds of balls, though. hehehe... I do like other balls, ahem, squidballs and fishballs). I had this traumatic experience when i was in grade 4. I was on my way to the clinic because i was having a bad case of migraine. The clinic was situated at the end of Court A so i had to pass by a group of high school boys playing basketball. And again, what are the chances that i'll get hit on the head by a basketball when I was on my way to the clinic to get rid of a headache?

Adding insult to the injury, and i meant this literally, all the people there laughed at me...

SO there... I cant wait to play volleyball.

Fantasy Work-Land: A Peep Inside a Dream II

How dare he try to go anywhere near my Precious? She thought. She instantly forgot her phobia of elevators and in the dark, fumbled through her bag and reached for her instant weapon, her huge metal encased Contradiction perfume (everyone knows this… hehe...)

“Don’t try anything stupid, you hear me? Or this mace will make sure you never see the light of day, literally.”

“I was just trying to open your blazer so you can breathe easy”

Thank God the lights were turned off so he couldn’t see that she was blushing (I’m capable of blushing? Well, this is my fantasy).

“Fine, but as long as were stuck inside this effing thing, don’t do anything funny, you get it? No touchy- touchy!”

Silence.

To lighten the tense mood between them, the stranger started to ask some questions.

“I’ve never seen you around, “he said. “Applying for a job? Building hopping? Or visiting a boyfriend?” his voice was clipped when he said the last line.

“None of your business,” she retorted. (Disclaimer, AM never speaks rudely to other people, especially to gorgeous men but this is my fantasy)

“Fine,” was all he could afford to say after her remark.

Realizing that she had hurt the stranger’s feelings, she turned to apologize to him only to find his breath fanning her face softly. There they go again, Goosebumps.

And the lights went back. Realizing their too-close-for-comfort position, she pulled herself back and went to push the button taking her to her floor and walked to the farthest possible place, away from him.

He eyed her intently and after a few second, pushed another button.

Ting.

Finally, _floor. Without so much as a glance, she left the elevator and the man who was still staring at her. As the door closed behind her, she heaved a deep breath, one that she was trying to hold back while inside the elevator. What a first day.

Everything went well. She was given the grand tour of her office by her young, dashing superior and she was unaware of the look of admiration she got from the men in her office (bakit ba? Eh, fantasy ko eh… care nyo? )

“The big boss can’t meet you today. He has a meeting with the Ayalas,” the cute superior said and gave AM a wink.

So she went to work and everyone was so nice to her. Lunch time came and before she had any chance to have lunch with her new officemates, her cute superior (who obviously had a crush on her) approached her and told her that the boss had already arrived.

This is it… time to meet the boss. In her head, she was picturing a benevolent old man. She entered the huge room and immediately, a familiar scent attacked her senses. She tried to remember where she smelled that before and it took her just a few second, for the same masculine voice spoke to her.

“Now, I guess you can now answer my question. Are you visiting your boyfriend?”

It’s the gorgeous stranger in the elevator!!! (How predictable)

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Unfortunately, I got tired of my own fantasy so I wouldn’t bother continuing this story.

Fantasy Work-Land: A Peep Inside A Dream

Lord help me for I am tired.

I just got home from an 8-hour non stop work. God, I miss shirking.
I have mastered the art of unwittingly stressing myself out. This afternoon, I spent an hour and a half making ID release letters and waiting for the dang printer to work. Only when i was getting my boss to sign the letters I made did I find out that I don’t really have to do the things I painstakingly did. aaargh.

I had dinner with Gorj today at RCBC plaza. Sosyal. I was surprised to see him not wearing business clothes. He said that they DON’T have uniforms. Some people have all the luck in the world. Anyway, after our stress-relieving Japanese dinner, I saw a Booksale outlet and being a self- confessed bargain shopaholic, I had to get my fix of cheap romance novels. Of course, I realized that my greatest fantasy (I mean one of my great fantasies) will not materialize in my present job because 1. my immediate boss is a girl, 2. Super super bosses are married (I think), 3. The president of the company is an aging (I’m wondering if he’s senile) doctor and 4. the fact that nobody is cute enough to obsess about in my office.

I told Gorj my fantasy and he laughed at me, incredulous. I wonder why.

MY FANTASY:

Rated: R

Title: Sleeping With the Boss

Summary: AM, Queen of Sunshine goes to her first official job. She was running late so she entered the only available elevator during that time, unwittingly riding the lift exclusively for the president/ owner of the company/ he who has the most money in that building. She pressed the close button, only to be stopped by a masculine, hairy like a Spanish mestizo (hopefully not wedding ring- clad) hand. Oh no, she thought, I’m going to be late. So much for good first impressions. As the mystery man entered the elevator, everything appeared to be in slow motion. Their eyes locked together, the instant attraction between them cannot be denied (God, this is soooooo Mills and Boons). Being a naïve 20 year-old, she was the first one to look away. She started to feel her muscles tense as the man began to speak.

“Miss, what floor?”

That is the sexiest voice she has ever heard. She felt the hair on her arms stand; she couldn’t quite churn out the right floor because this stranger’s chocolate brown eyes (I’d prefer blue, but that would be stretching too far) were fixed on her. Finally, she managed to say the floor of her new office and he gave her a smile that almost knocked her off her feet (I’m plagiarizing my mushy lines from mushy songs, sorry). She could feel a tense heat rising because of his proximity and all she wanted was to get off the elevator and away from this man who was causing havoc in her previously logical head. One more floor to go, she thought. Before she can heave a sigh of relief, the lights went out, the elevator stopped moving.

Now AM was paranoia personified so she almost fainted when it occurred to her that she’s stuck inside a confined space with a stranger who although was almost too gorgeous for words, was a stranger nonetheless. She couldn’t breathe, she swore she could have dropped dead if not for the strong hands that rescued her… oooh, he smelled good. He smelled like clean soap and shaving cream. Oooooh, and a faint smell of Perry Ellis.

She felt his hands moving near the buttons of her blazer and before she realized what she’s doing, she gave the drop dead gorgeous guy a married slap (mag- asawang sampal!)


(to be continued...)

OT stands for Over Tired

yiheeee.... its my first official overtime kanina! i'm starting to really work... my super gave me my first ever account to handle. at meron pang recitation..hehehe.

grabe, im starting to feel the pressure. i cant afford to F*&# up! This is my first effing job, for crying out Loud. dapat, laging High EQ.

Buti na lang, my officemates are really nice. They make me feel like its normal to mess up. sana masustain ang positive attitude.

YAY! marunong na akong sumagot ng telepono...

Thank you for calling ______, This is Anna (my new name) speaking. How may i help you?

I swear, i buckle when i say the last line... i dont know why.

after a month, ill be as thin as Ally Mcbeal. THis job is stressing me out.

Sunny Days and Mondays (always get me down)

Namaaaaaan...

Where are my friends when i need them?

Kung kelan naman ako online, saka sila Missing in Action. Thanks friends, you are very supportive. In a while, i have to do my beauty rest lest i look like a zombie at work tomorrow.

I cooked pesto kanina. it made me miss my friends more. I especially remember Gorj kasi i would often cook pesto for him during our Thesis escapades. I remember Dishwalla, Queer, Tubby and other friends kasi they would often extort some of my lunch...

haaay, i miss college! This week, i promised Ambec that i would file her files for her... kaya one of these days, i have to work over time... hmmm, tomorrow's not a good day. Season finale na ng Temptation Island. On wednesday? no can do! its CSI day... can't miss it. Thursday is Lost and Arrested Development Day.. Then friday it is! I'll stay at the office at around 10 and I'll go home with Gorj! yeah!

Im hooked on America's next top models... grabe, all of them are bitches and queens. I used to like Eva and Ann because they're such goddesses pero grabe! they're so mean. If those are the norms, id rather not be a model..( As if someone's offering me that job).

I'm writing nonsense... kasi namaaaaan.. im missing my blog and friends and my life!!! Life's toxic.. i need my friends...

Man Hunt: the Search for the Next Boy Toy

I need a hug.

It just occurred to me that whenever im stressed, I need a strong and soft body to comfort me. Yesterday, my super dumped me a huge pile of paper work without the vital instruction. I was lost, alone, I wanted to cry and quit the job. Thankfully, somebody came to the rescue... after that, I had to find a person to transfer the stress accumulating in my system. Good thing Ambec came back from a client presentation. But what if Ambec were not around? Would I have resorted to bawling inside the washroom eating my lunch alone (which is soooo Mean Girls) or gone over to my boss and hand over my resignation letter? Since this is my first job, I have to exert some effort to make it work, unless I be accused of being a useless member of the society. I MUST DEVICE AN ANTI-STRESS PLAN and I must have it NOW.

This led me to think of several contingency plans.

1. Calling my friends every hour: too expensive
2. Chocolates: nope, too fattening
3. Shirk: out of the question.

So that leaves me with... drumroll please... THE AM's OFFICIAL BOYFRIEND SEARCH.

Yeah. Yeah.... what a pathetic reason to fall in love. But what the heck, im only human, flesh and blood im made (how cheesy!).

Don’t get me wrong. I won’t just pull some stranger walking in Glorietta... that would be cheap. I have a master plan with the standards of the (un)fortunate guy who will be sharing his affection with an, ahem, undercover goddess

I asked Dishwalla to find me one… He, like yours truly, is now a member of the labor force. He will be working side by side with my mentor in Ecosoc, Shawie. HE asked me what I want in a guy… hmmm, oo nga no? What is it that I want in a boyfriend/ bearer of all my stress?


INITIAL REQUIREMENTS:
1. sane
2. non- violent
3. single
4. willing to be subjected to intense emotional, physical, and verbal abuse
5. willing to dish out some cash, time and lotsa effort

Pre-qualifying Exam

1. Clean, Fresh smelling (amoy bagong paligo, hindi yung parang binabad sa pabango) and hygienic
Rationale: since the primary reason I want to have a boyfriend is that I want somebody to hug, he must be huggable. I don’t want to be embracing someone smelling like a dumpsite.

2. Normal to extremely good looking person
Rationale: I’m not really expecting a gorgeous Ryan Phillippe looking guy but if God gives me one, bakit ako tatanggi sa grasya?
Pero if not, I would settle for someone normal looking. I don’t want him to have a huge mole, it might distract me everytime. I don’t want him to have features that are too large (mukhang anime) or too small (mukhang premature baby). Normal nga lang…

3. Dressed for success
Rationale: My future boyfriend/ bearer of all my stress will be seen with me, an undercover goddess so he must look decent and respectable. Please, no wearing of huge basketball shoes 24/7 or loose hiphop shirts… that is soooo.. fubu.


Panel Interview
1. Sense of humor is a must
Rationale: I am a funny and silly girl; please don’t take away my sunshine. I don’t want to be with someone who thinks of the fluctuation of the exchange rate or the duality of life. I mean, I love talking about serious stuff but not every second of everyday… please. If he’s afraid he’ll look stupid if he acts and jokes silly, chances are, he is.

2. Must ispeak fluid inglis
Rationale: My friends are evil. We are mean. Lest you want to be the object of our torrid insults, you must know how to speak English. If you’re not confident with your command of English, tagalugin mo na lang.

Final Interview
1. Putting the smart in casual
Rationale: as long as you don’t wear rubber shoes like there’s no tomorrow, I don’t want my guy overdressed all the time. I’d prefer to look like his girlfriend, not his personal alalay. Jeans and shirts (not the im-so-macho-see-my-nipples-freezing shirts) are fine. I think what matters is how he carries himself. I appreciate guys who exude confidence, can carry a conversation, and can smack me bitch up!

So there... those are the partial unofficial requirements for the luckiest guy in the entire planet. If you know anyone, please tell me immediately. I'm running on a tight schedule.