Gimme a Stress-Buster!!!
6.22.2007
~ 6/22/2007 05:42:00 AM ~
| Your Stress Level is: 73% |
You are prone to stress, and you're probably even pretty stressed right now.
Life's problems seem to pile up on you, and this often makes you feel depressed and burned out.
Learn to take time to relax and enjoy life, even if things are stressful. It's the only wa you'll get through the bad times. |
Labels: rest, sleep, stress
torn down at ----> 6/22/2007 05:42:00 AM
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UP LATE ISSUE
3.12.2007
~ 3/12/2007 06:55:00 PM ~
Surprise! yes, I am still updating my old blog. Haha. I know it sounds weird, but this entry are only for people (ahem, my friends) who are too lazy to edit their blogroll. You know who you are. Haha. Anyway, hopefully I'd be off to Naga by Friday or Saturday this week. I've been really looking forward to having this mini trip with best friends. I badly need this vacation. Even if it would be just for 3 days max.:)
Anyway, last weekend, I actually intended to have my hair cut but my Mom protested and said that she thought I wanted it long. So why would I want to chop it off? Hmm, because it's summer already. Hair strands already sticking to the sweat on my neck every hot afternoon before getting to the office. Gusto ko mapresko! But anyway, I decided to postpone my trip to the parlor not because she has convinced me to keep it that way but because I remembered that I have to watch 300 (Irwin has never heard of this, can you believe that? Never knew that it was a freaking amazing movie!) with Seish. So anyway, I told my friend, who was supposed to accompany me, to cross out Fix Salon on her itinerary list because I couldn't go.
When I got to Gateway, I withdrawn some cash from my atm and paid my Globe bill (which only amounted to 157 php!). I thought it would go over a thousand. Haha. And just because I didn't want to be bothered with all that due-date reminders when I'm on a trip, I gave an advanced payment for March. So, yeah. Now I'm broke and waiting for the next payday to arrive so I'd be a few bucks richer by then. :P
Oh, and I forgot to buy a this magic moisturizing cream as Wytb suggested. Hmm, I don't think there's Forever Flawless anywhere near Gateway, is there? Wytb said that it works perfectly on HER skin. What about mine? Might as well use it to believe. There. But that time, since I was already starving and was already thinking about what to eat - everything slipped out of my head. Gotcha Max's! I even ordered a burger to go.
Last stop, Eastwood! To be more specific, we watched a gig of my friend's friend at Gweilo's. Ha! This former loser at school in college is actually a rockstar and croons well. Whoa! Talk about late bloomers! Ahem, but he still looked like a loser. Aha! Hasn't he had enough sympathy already? Or hasn't he thought of changing his fashion style yet? Whatever. I could just close my eyes and hear him rock the stage. Bahala siya dyan! Haha.
Enough of those chika, my burger has gone cold.
torn down at ----> 3/12/2007 06:55:00 PM
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The need to relax
2.21.2007
~ 2/21/2007 03:04:00 PM ~
I was never the type who regularly goes to facial or spa centers to pamper myself. Maybe it’s the lack of time or the lack of reasons to indulge in a rejuvenating moment. But most probably if I have more free time and someone to tag along with, I would try it. Who doesn’t want to DEstress, anyway? Not distress, ok? Haha. I had my first go at Diamond Peel when my sister urged me to take a load off and come with her. I didn’t mind all the hassle I’d gone through that day. I didn’t mind at all, really. Well, it’s for two reasons: first is because it was her treat and the second is because it turned out to be an actual enjoyment. I don’t mean to brag, but I only saw a little improvement on my skin, well…it looked finer, all right. But somehow, I expected something more. I don’t know, reduce the appearance of rashes on my face, perhaps? First-timers really have a lot of expectations for the sole reason that we are all clueless about such treatments. Anyway, my friend told me to try facial services at Forever Flawless the next time I feel like relaxing or when I’m having a bad day. She said that they offer affordable and at the same time great services. What do you think? Maybe I should. I hope there are no rude staff, though. We’ll see, I’ll tell you about it soon and who knows? I might make vanity a habit. Haha.
torn down at ----> 2/21/2007 03:04:00 PM
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NEW HOME
2.16.2007
~ 2/16/2007 08:29:00 PM ~
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torn down at ----> 2/16/2007 08:29:00 PM
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Five Things You Don't Know About Me
2.05.2007
~ 2/05/2007 01:54:00 PM ~
- I was the worst bully bratinella during my grade school years and there's only one reason for becoming such a badass. It was a sort of a vengeful act for being bullied the moment I stepped into elementary school. That time, since you know how kids usually act during the first day - shy and weak, I've allowed him to get into my nerves and boss me around. I have allowed him to push me to the limits but now I have him to thank for unleashing the devil in me. After I rammed him over the gutter full of goo, and yelled "you're so disgusting!" in front all those kids laughing at him - it shoved him out to the end of his career in Bullying 101. I took over his place. I've been into an average of, if my memory serves me right, 8 major fist fights and had been suspended for verbal abuse. And yes, I had my share of bruises, scratches and most of all, lacerated pair of lips.
When I was about 4 or 5 years old, while my brothers were busy murdering house rats, lizards and salamanders in the backyard, I was having a kick out of reviving the almost severed tiny animals. You could just imagine how weird I was then! I was brave enough to hold bleeding rats, frozen and mangled lizards with my bare hands. Actually, I once brought a poisoned rat back to life and maybe because of his gratefulness, him and his family never bothered me or tear apart any of my belongings - unlike with others. Haha. As I think about it now, I really don't know whether I can still handle spurting blood or stitching mangled parts of some living thing. That's why when my relatives used to ask me what I want to be when I grow up I always say, "A surgeon (not just any sort of doctor!)".Eventually, I found out I am not deadset to pursue it and left that dream for something else that brought me to the place far from what I originally imagined then. Haha.
I used to shed tears at least once a week. Seems to me, crying has always been an effective therapy that I willingly indulge myself in. There's always a reason why I do so, I don't cry just to relieve stress but to take away whatever chronic emotional pain I'm feeling that even I don't even know where it comes from. Sometimes, it just crashes down on you and suddenly, you've become Atlas.
Even my life, like my personality, is on the extremes. I felt like I have experienced living on top and eating rocks with dust. There had been times when I could afford to spend more than what I earn only in a day (mostly over unnecessary things) and I wouldn't feel so bad about having to spend that much. And there was one instance when I've walked a long stretch of almost 2 kms not because I just felt like walking under the blistering heat of the sun at noon, but because I had not a cent left in my pocket and I had no choice but to get sunburn and swollen feet. See? Anyway, last but certainly not the least...
Some of you might know this already, but for those who don't, I get scary hemmoraghic rashes all over my face when I am about to explode into radioactive rage. You better not say or do anything to trigger me or I am going to stab a Parker pen right into your leg (if you're a worthless moron) or mine (if i care that much about you). Scary,huh? Well, it's not like I easily fuss over small stuff (maybe at some point of extreme irritability) - because in fact, I am probably one of those people who have the longest patience in history - the most peace-loving even. It takes a lot to make me totally psycho and yes, i do get psycho so you better be careful. You can throw all sort of slapstick or inside jokes at me on days on end and I'd just shrug it off. But never, ever violate my trust. Those who try to betray me get IT. Never say anything bad about the people I love the most or I will forget you all at once and send a Let's Celebrate card on your funeral. Haha. Of course I won't kill you.You're not even worth my time, get real. But anyway, you get the picture.
There you go, Joni.
Now I'm tagging Kangel, Tristan, Alex, Bestie and Beng.
torn down at ----> 2/05/2007 01:54:00 PM
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Make some noise
2.01.2007
~ 2/01/2007 05:55:00 AM ~
Hi Tim! How are you today?
I’m doing fine. How about yourself?
Nyahaha. One more.
The spiders cannot see your website if you don’t have a sitemap.
(What spiders?!)
Poor blind spideys.
For over an hour of listening to vox files of our CS staff dealing with irate, uncooperative and demanding clients – I couldn’t stop rolling with laughter. I didn’t know that there are seconds that I want to last forever in this region of the planet. Is it just me or what? They say I go all crazy each morning. Well, not really. I’m only crazy around crazy people or people that make me go gaga. Haha. Oh well, I gotta go now. Time to snooze.
torn down at ----> 2/01/2007 05:55:00 AM
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The Bloggorhea Symptoms
1.31.2007
~ 1/31/2007 03:52:00 AM ~
As I was sorting out my stuff a while ago, as what my brother asked me to do, I found this dusty box full of floppy disks and CDs. So I rummaged through it and separated the ones I could trash out from those I could keep. From the CDs in my hand, I decided to feed into the player the one with a UK flag embossed on it. At first I couldn’t recognize it, even the handwriting on the front cover, until the video started with the song “Addicted” by Simple Plan. Haha. Aside from the band’s obvious shoddy (so British.haha) taste in music, I’ve hated them for years because of this particular song that practically makes me sick every time it streams through my ears. Now I remembered clearly, this video was made by a former…whatever. Haha. Actually, I shouldn’t have let him transferred the files from my video cam, but he volunteered – so there. He’s the type of guy who doesn’t say anything when he does favors for you with chocolates and stuff. I never saw him as a potential boyfriend. I never liked what seemed more than friendship with him. Showbiz! But there, I said it in a better way, didn’t I? I tried blocking the thought off of my head, so I have always welcomed it as a gesture of genuine kindness. You see, my insensitivity is history. It was the best way to avoid confrontations. Act as if you know nothing. Act as if you don’t care. Act as if you can’t feel. Thus, insensitive I was.
This was my first time to watch the full length. And I feel more embarrassed than disgusted. There was this bit where I was only wearing my usual “bed dress” and walking around the house. When I gave him the v1 tape, it didn’t occur to me that he might watch the whole thing by himself. I was only thinking then that he would just transfer the files and give it to me. How could I be so naïve? Haha. So much for my insensitivity huh? And I know, I know he saw every bit of it. How can I tell? Because when he handed it to me, he described every member of my family to me and he took in a mental picture of every detail of our house to the things I was doing the entire duration of the fiasco. Ha! And so I thought guys like that are too scared to try to upset me if I found out that he took the liberty to get a piece of the show. Turns out that guys like that are too self-assured that I won’t care about what they think or do in whatever circumstance. I taught myself not to feel anything at all…after all. And now, I started feeling again. Betrayal and repugnance. Shame and a lot of self-loathing. I couldn’t believe I’d been a victim of my own derision.
GONE CUCKOO 1.29.07
Chips, music downloads, picture taking on another lazy Sunday afternoon. This has been getting much like a habit. I’ve previously planned to carry on with my reading, but since my eyes are now starting to hurt I’d probably postpone it until tomorrow. Besides, I’d be on leave. It’s going to be my “recreation/recuperation” day. Hay, if only I have someone to tag along with to the gym, I would have been kicking ass right now. Haha. My aim is not to lose weight but to gain and work out for firming. I just don’t think getting a 3-month program at roughly 2,500 php monthly would be worth it. I can only free up my schedule on weekends and that’s it – no more time left for private talks, paparazzi-free activities as well as mall tours and possibly, meet and greet sessions with fans, ehem, I mean friends. Hehe.
Anyway, I helped my brother-in-law in moving the things in their room such as dressers, cabinet ad stuff. Prior to that, he asked me this question: “Malakas ka ba?” I replied, “malakas saan? Depende.” Then he pointed over the dresser, and I said okay, magbubuhat lang pala eh. Since I was wearing a spaghetti-strapped blouse, he noticed the bump of swelling muscles on my arms. “Wow, ang laki na ng muscles ah. Nag we-weights ka?”
As if he doesn’t know that I’ve been assisting my sister in taking care of his kids when he’s not around. You know what, however this may sound weird, I take pleasure in being the second mom to their cuddly kids. I really wanna be a mom one day. That’s only if God has already found me a man who would stick with me to the end when I reached the age of 30 or else, I’ll lock myself up in a convent and be a missionary nun. Hehe.
FAST FORWARD>>
It’s already 3:25 in the dead hours of the morning. I’m still in front of the laptop compiling songs and copying pictures to CDs. Argh, I want to catch some zzzs now but I just can’t fall asleep. I just finished watching Déjà vu, and it’s a great film – not a drag at all. I simply agree that you can’t change the past. When you stop one thing from happening, you will cause it to happen. And Denzel’s got another point for this, “Changing one thing DOESN’T change anything.” Hurrah!
What is this I am doing? I just said that Monday would be my rest day and here I am spending another minute acting like a freaking zombie, pigging out and doing nonsensical meddling with my chemically hazardous infested brain just like what I do in the office – except that there is no chatting on YM or whatsoever. I am completely alone here and feeling a little lonely I guess. And my head is busy pestering me, telling me to keep working. Ahh! Well, I can cancel my plans for this day and head to the office later instead – but I am not in the mood to work. But I need to talk to someone. I need to drain this stress out of me. I need a break. And to my mind that is swiftly drying up, I need a longer break, not just a weekend, not just a day but…a lavish vacation that would most definitely cause me to lose my job if I insist on it. Haha. Now what would be more worth it? Well, I still need money to afford that trip and right now I’m almost broke. No money, no honey. That’s the only way I could taste the sweetness of life. Maybe not totally, I’m still thinking of another way… watch me, never take those eyes off me. I won’t be sitting next to you by the next day. Or I might still be with you for another year or two, but the real me won’t stay stuck this way forever and remember that I was the one who told you that.
“No matter how hard you stop things from happening, it will keep happening. And you want to know why? It’s destiny. It’s fate.”
torn down at ----> 1/31/2007 03:52:00 AM
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