I'm watching you watch over me and I got the greatest view from here. :-)
- Silverchair
CHANGING MY WORLD, ONE MISTAKE AT A TIME.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Heat Me Baby One More Time
AAARGH. This heat is killing me. LITERALLY.
I've been running a fever since yesterday morning. I don't know if it's because of the flu shot I had, or because I had to wake up early yesterday with only 3 hours of sleep and a bad case of hangover, or because I was outside with the temperature rising to 36+ degrees. All I know is that this terrible heat is aggravating whatever sickness I have.
I think i need to change continents.
Anybody wants to help?
I've been running a fever since yesterday morning. I don't know if it's because of the flu shot I had, or because I had to wake up early yesterday with only 3 hours of sleep and a bad case of hangover, or because I was outside with the temperature rising to 36+ degrees. All I know is that this terrible heat is aggravating whatever sickness I have.
I think i need to change continents.
Anybody wants to help?
Monday, April 23, 2012
Somebody That I Used to Know
I actually didnt know this song until a friend posted in Facebook. I think because some AI contestants performed this. wow, 173 Million views and I just heard of it now??? I am quite disappointed with myself considering how passionate I am about music. Oh well, this is what happens when you're super busy with work and school. I could totally see why people are charmed by this song.
Well, the video is very artsy and second, the tune is quite catchy. It actually kind of reminds me of a Sting/ Police song. And the lyrics. Man, I could totally relate. From a lover to a stranger. A bitch of a cycle. But yes, I was glad it was over.
LYRICS: Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
I told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember
You can get addicted to a certain kinda sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make it like it never happened and that we were nothing
I don't even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
No, you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
Guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believin it was always something that I'd done
But I don't wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know-oh-oh
SOURCE: Copied from MetroLyrics.com
Video from youtube.com
The Return of Kid Bibo
Sunday, April 22, 2012
The Curse of the Flat Footed Family
My family may have been blessed with good looks and intelligence (yes, I am audacious enough to say this, this is my blog anyway) but a downside to being a member of the Pangan clan is their notoriety for having thin hair and horrible sense of balance, both of which I am fortunate not to have.
But, my good fortune does not extend to my family, most especially to my Mom who is a major klutz. She has the worst sense of balance! A few years back, she slipped and fell at the marketplace and almost lost an ear to the meat grinder ( eeew, i know). Now, she slipped at the mall, bumped her head and fractured her arm, thus requiring her to be in a sling and be immobile for the next 2-3 days. Good thing it's nothing major, although I hope she doesn't need an operation for her fracture to heal. She's even laughing inside the emergency room while they joked about how appropriate her tshirt and shorts (beach) attire was for her water-less swimming escapade (hmmm, maybe that's why nobody was taking us seriously and made us wait forever for her to get an xray).
Get well soon, mumsy.
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Tie Me to the Bed
So that I wont need to get up to go to work or attend school.
I'm just exhausted! I might have to give up on my social life at least until I get to complete my staff and be on target.
But until then, I guess no more Wasted Wednesday or Thirsty Thursdays.
Crap.
I'm just exhausted! I might have to give up on my social life at least until I get to complete my staff and be on target.
But until then, I guess no more Wasted Wednesday or Thirsty Thursdays.
Crap.
Monday, April 09, 2012
Now It's My Turn
I can't believe it. I'm chirpier that you are. That's new.
Cheer up, sweetheart. Things will get better. Always remember that you are an amazing person and you are very, very dear to me. Quit whining, love, and get back on your horse.
Remember, life is what you make it.
Cheer up, sweetheart. Things will get better. Always remember that you are an amazing person and you are very, very dear to me. Quit whining, love, and get back on your horse.
Remember, life is what you make it.
Saturday, April 07, 2012
The Unspoken Absolute.
No matter what the standard conventions of right and wrong are, there's a certain sense of happiness knowing that you are loved--insanely, intensely, and unquestioningly loved.
And if I could, I would.
And if I could, I would.
Welcome Back to the Academic World, Anna Banana!
nothing excites me more than going back to the academic world.
Scratch that, I'm lying. It's not the thought of reading chapter after chapter of books or figuratively burning my brows or losing much more sleep (what is sleep?) that makes me look forward to going to grad school. It's the prospect of shaking up the status quo that has become my life for the past five years. Of course, the sound of meeting boys sends some tingle down my spine (I'm still a very single woman, mind you), but more than that, its really the idea that i am finally making some progress after the breakup is what motivates me to dash out of the office at 5:15 and into my 6pm class.
My first week as a come backing student has, of course, gone without a hitch. NOT. You know me.I am a magnet for disaster and I attract embarrassing situations like a fly to a pile of poop. Eeew. Not the best analogy but I think you got my point.
March 26, first day of school. I arrived a few minutes before 6pm. Thankfully, my brother had enrolled late that's why he was there to give me directions to my first class. After the usual meet and greet and introduction to the subject, I felt like I was getting my groove back as a student. So far so good. Until I inadvertently entered the men's bathroom during breaktime.
Whaddup!
Good thing no one's there. Imagine if I entered the restroom and found my professor in the middle of his biz-ness. Na-ah. I think I'd be dropping that subject immediately. (On second thought, maybe not. It would put my 18grand to waste.)
Second day of school, I was running late because I had to take care of some client. I am still a very committed and full-fledged member of the working force, you know. After some irritating moments with my cab driver (who told me to transfer taxis because he doesn't want to be questioned on his route choices) and Legolas being a needy friend, I was in a state of panic by the time I got to Rockwell. Without elaborately reading my class schedule, I scanned the map and searched the amphitheater where Managerial Accounting class was being held. I entered the class and found myself in the center of everyone's attention. I was 30 minutes late, entered the front door (not the back door which would have been more discreet), and almost knocked myself down when my bag caught the door. Fine. I'm still good. No biggie. I scanned the room and and two good looking guys made way in their aisle where i could sit. Hmmm, finally, some potentials. Whoohooo. I settled down and the cute guy to my left gave me a class card. I got my schedule and when I was about to look for my section, I felt disturbed. This does not feel right. I asked the cute guy if it was Managerial Accounting for standard and to my horror, he said yes. DEMMIT. I was in the wrong class.
Counting to 10, I picked up my bag, returned the class card to the cutie, and made my way down to the front door. Of course, so as not to look arrogant to the professor (late na nga, lalabas pa, he must have thought), I told him on my way out that I was in the wrong class. The humiliation just goes on and on.
Finally, I got to the right class where I was 45 minutes late and my professor marked me as absent. What's worse, NO CUTE GUYS. BOOOOOO!
So that's how my first week as a student went.
The adventures of Anna Banana, the ultimate academician, shall continue.
Scratch that, I'm lying. It's not the thought of reading chapter after chapter of books or figuratively burning my brows or losing much more sleep (what is sleep?) that makes me look forward to going to grad school. It's the prospect of shaking up the status quo that has become my life for the past five years. Of course, the sound of meeting boys sends some tingle down my spine (I'm still a very single woman, mind you), but more than that, its really the idea that i am finally making some progress after the breakup is what motivates me to dash out of the office at 5:15 and into my 6pm class.
My first week as a come backing student has, of course, gone without a hitch. NOT. You know me.I am a magnet for disaster and I attract embarrassing situations like a fly to a pile of poop. Eeew. Not the best analogy but I think you got my point.
March 26, first day of school. I arrived a few minutes before 6pm. Thankfully, my brother had enrolled late that's why he was there to give me directions to my first class. After the usual meet and greet and introduction to the subject, I felt like I was getting my groove back as a student. So far so good. Until I inadvertently entered the men's bathroom during breaktime.
Whaddup!
Good thing no one's there. Imagine if I entered the restroom and found my professor in the middle of his biz-ness. Na-ah. I think I'd be dropping that subject immediately. (On second thought, maybe not. It would put my 18grand to waste.)
Second day of school, I was running late because I had to take care of some client. I am still a very committed and full-fledged member of the working force, you know. After some irritating moments with my cab driver (who told me to transfer taxis because he doesn't want to be questioned on his route choices) and Legolas being a needy friend, I was in a state of panic by the time I got to Rockwell. Without elaborately reading my class schedule, I scanned the map and searched the amphitheater where Managerial Accounting class was being held. I entered the class and found myself in the center of everyone's attention. I was 30 minutes late, entered the front door (not the back door which would have been more discreet), and almost knocked myself down when my bag caught the door. Fine. I'm still good. No biggie. I scanned the room and and two good looking guys made way in their aisle where i could sit. Hmmm, finally, some potentials. Whoohooo. I settled down and the cute guy to my left gave me a class card. I got my schedule and when I was about to look for my section, I felt disturbed. This does not feel right. I asked the cute guy if it was Managerial Accounting for standard and to my horror, he said yes. DEMMIT. I was in the wrong class.
Counting to 10, I picked up my bag, returned the class card to the cutie, and made my way down to the front door. Of course, so as not to look arrogant to the professor (late na nga, lalabas pa, he must have thought), I told him on my way out that I was in the wrong class. The humiliation just goes on and on.
Finally, I got to the right class where I was 45 minutes late and my professor marked me as absent. What's worse, NO CUTE GUYS. BOOOOOO!
So that's how my first week as a student went.
The adventures of Anna Banana, the ultimate academician, shall continue.