There's no point denying the automatic reaction of malicious thought when there's no other reaction left to describe the situation. It would've been better if I were not in the same room, in the same bed they were sleeping, and oh pardon, cuddling/spooning all throughout the night. And if it weren't bad enough for my half asleep, downright exhausted brain to process, they had to continuously murmur like fucking lovebirds on a honeymoon without considering a third party sensing their every move. Could the said parties not get over the fact that he is our boss, twice our age, has a loving family miles away while she is a recent single mother who probably has some form of attachment to older men because she's been lacking a father figure for like two decades? Do these facts even matter? I mean, it leaves me all bugged eyed since everything happened so fast; to think I rarely go to office nowadays, but could still see the development of more inappropriate touches and smiles they shoot each other. Obviously, I'm not the only one running with the same line of thinking and I'm not all loath to say that I'd rather stay away from them lest the problem balloons into some form of scandal. I doubt that kind of story would dissipate from the department easily when there are tons of wolfish civilian employees straying around the very department we are in just waiting for the right gossips to pounce on. I'm not sure if there's even a good thing out of the fact that he's going abroad by July and she's going to linger in the department either with her reputation festering or her pride breaking down first in another five months or so.
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I've never been fond of Subic and that might as well be cemented with the fact that the beach resort we went to was pathetic to the highest degree a summer vacation could offer. The shore length itself is shorter than 500 metres, and the atrocious proximity the shore has with the cottages could make you sit there in the shade and pray for the day to be over. The additional sight of ship factories across the horizon invalidates the idea of a rather clean sea water to rave about. With the shower room at its tackiest, and if it weren't for the fact that I was beyond sweating bullets I would've skipped a dip in the waters.
I was also forced to go to Zoobic Safari where they had boasted of the tiger safari and sky high ticket prices. The two hour and half trip was a waste of time and money, at least for me. It's never meant to be an entertainment for adults. All I could think of was pity for the confined animals and the notable heat of the afternoon. It had left most of us drained and irritated until dinner was served. The only boon I could think of from this outing was the Nike and Adidas factory outlet where I bought two shirts for just a grand. And also, the very disappointment I felt for that beach trip fired up a late summer beach escapade with my buddies preferably somewhere with better resort services and sights.
Anyway, I've been doing item analysis for like two weeks already and I'm pretty relieved to say I'm almost there. I've done the computation and I'm only waiting for the item discrimination and difficulty indices to determine if half of the craptastic items I was forced to examine were still salvageable. I rather hope not and the project members can complain at the injustice of it all for all I care.
Yvette just sent me a text telling me that she could spare me a treat by watching Salt at Rockwell. Better yet, I preferred a dinner treat since I'm pretty sure the bill's going to be more expensive than a single movie ticket. She agreed and hopefully she'll remember it before June ends. Speaking of June, I'm still not convinced it's barely two weeks to go before World Cup commences. I have yet to chat Anna and find a proper schedule and bar for us to celebrate some of the games; I'm still hoping we could see the opening ceremony before getting seats for the semis and final. I'm all for Spain, Germany and Netherlands here. It will be a cold day in hell before I can stand seeing USA in the finals.
31 May 2010
22 May 2010
Eat-eat-eat
Genius on Google's part. Everyone's having fun, and forgetting why they're doing research in the first place. Are you hooked already? I can't get past level 1 resulting in me baboon-shrieking since last night. Bugger.
21 May 2010
Ground mouth
I don't think a month passes by without Smartbro fucking up its services in one form or another. This time around, it's the same old bogged down internet. The reason is either they're doing enhancement or the base station has technical problems, which could also be considered for the former. Couldn't the monotonous reasoning of those service representatives come up with better causes? As much as I would like to offer words of guidance in a primitive manner, being indurated for the nearly 3 years of service is practically ridiculous. It's not as if Globe is any better so it's pointless to consider switching to another ISP bearing the same troubles.
In other bleak news, an NGO surprisingly called me up after I had failed to get into the shortlist like a month or two ago. A pat on the back for Bolix's correct assumption about NGO's terribly slow recruitment process. Anyway, the recruiter on the line never failed to emphasize that I'm going to undergo a panel interview at an ungodly hour and am I pissing in my pants in fright already? A part of me is. Again, Bolix regaling me with his stint in an NGO where he not-so-kind-of-well-nearly botched up panel interview morphed into a Spanish Inquisition, has me up the wall for my upcoming one. With luck I got the chance to read the NGO's mission vision, and the job description of what I had applied for before the internet went down. Like what I'd said to Ate Gigi then, it's not as if I really paid attention to the job description before I clicked on 'apply'; I just had see if part of the requirement was being a psychology graduate and voila. Good thing my workload isn't that heavy at the moment. Beth's going to have her own version of panel interview tomorrow morning--a job position I particularly nudged in her direction. I was hoping to meet her at Makati but it's going to be impossible with the time difference between our interviews.
The preparation for item analysis is a slow acting disease. I had to plead with Beth to help me on sorting out 12000 entries before the item analysis proper could start. That's just for one branch alone. I still have 8000 entries to sort out until next week. Damn it all to hell.
Apparently, Keroppi has friends other than snail and white knot of cloth friends of his. I bought a spring notebook last night bearing 'Keroppi and Friends' design showing 6 other frogs of various colors and facial expressions. That green frog was my favourite Sanrio character when I was a kid. Hello Kitty was too feminine and the Little Twin Stars were literally fairies. I liked the color green, the idea of a smiling frog and a repetitive name so I settled for him.
In other bleak news, an NGO surprisingly called me up after I had failed to get into the shortlist like a month or two ago. A pat on the back for Bolix's correct assumption about NGO's terribly slow recruitment process. Anyway, the recruiter on the line never failed to emphasize that I'm going to undergo a panel interview at an ungodly hour and am I pissing in my pants in fright already? A part of me is. Again, Bolix regaling me with his stint in an NGO where he not-so-kind-of-well-nearly botched up panel interview morphed into a Spanish Inquisition, has me up the wall for my upcoming one. With luck I got the chance to read the NGO's mission vision, and the job description of what I had applied for before the internet went down. Like what I'd said to Ate Gigi then, it's not as if I really paid attention to the job description before I clicked on 'apply'; I just had see if part of the requirement was being a psychology graduate and voila. Good thing my workload isn't that heavy at the moment. Beth's going to have her own version of panel interview tomorrow morning--a job position I particularly nudged in her direction. I was hoping to meet her at Makati but it's going to be impossible with the time difference between our interviews.
The preparation for item analysis is a slow acting disease. I had to plead with Beth to help me on sorting out 12000 entries before the item analysis proper could start. That's just for one branch alone. I still have 8000 entries to sort out until next week. Damn it all to hell.
Apparently, Keroppi has friends other than snail and white knot of cloth friends of his. I bought a spring notebook last night bearing 'Keroppi and Friends' design showing 6 other frogs of various colors and facial expressions. That green frog was my favourite Sanrio character when I was a kid. Hello Kitty was too feminine and the Little Twin Stars were literally fairies. I liked the color green, the idea of a smiling frog and a repetitive name so I settled for him.
19 May 2010
Flow with the go
Reaching home never fails to drain the remaining energy I have for the day. I often stack up work-related plans after dinner with the strong assumption of finishing tasks. Then I lie down for a few minutes and my body's too exhausted to eat dinner let alone take a quick shower. I dropped by at the mall to buy a new notebook for my notes on the project. Using a steno pad drives me mad and I'm not too keen on using the left over filler notebooks at the office for note taking; just imagining it crumpled state in my bag makes me flinch bigtime.
Yesterday was spent visiting the testing centers. I had to ride with Sir A while the other team members rode separately. Technically, lunch had consisted of pansit and pizza (a weird but effective combination); the folks were happy chowing but I wasn't but then I was too lazy to protest that I want to eat something heavier than 2 slices of pizza and a small plateful of pansit. Sir A dragged us to Starbucks where I had to sulk with a bottled iced tea and a cloying cake. Eventually, we were done with the visits earlier than expected and we were off homebound. Sir A agreed to drop me at Philcoa against his way home to Katipunan. So a big thanks to him. Oh and my boss and I managed to live with each other for nearly a day without resulting to too much awkward moments; chatting and socking the project and the people part of it most likely helped. Good to know I'm not the only one seeing the absolute shortcomings of the personnel involved.
I'll start foraging for the details of a spreadsheet containing 4000 entries that needs to be sorted out before item analysis can proceed. I've asked Beth again for help--something I'm relying way too much, I should never have nicked that 200 bucks from her--so here's to hoping we can finish the checking by tomorrow afternoon.
Football update: David Villa transfers to Barcelona for 40 million, and half the Madridista population wails at the unfair situation. A year ago, my love was a hairline's close to signing up for Real Madrid but Perez decided he was more interested in Kaka and Cristiano Ronaldo so there goes my dream. Adam mentioned he would've sacrificed Higuain for Villa, and I can partially say I'd be open to that deal if I get my head around the fact of a heavy duty compromise. I think I'm going to grieve for Villa's loss to the other side once I see him bearing that godforsaken shirt. Oh yeah, pure fluke that I got the latest Real Madrid shirt at an ukay-ukay this weekend. It's pretty big for my frame so it's going to settle in my cabinet for the rest of its remaining days. And yes, I kissed the crest.
Yesterday was spent visiting the testing centers. I had to ride with Sir A while the other team members rode separately. Technically, lunch had consisted of pansit and pizza (a weird but effective combination); the folks were happy chowing but I wasn't but then I was too lazy to protest that I want to eat something heavier than 2 slices of pizza and a small plateful of pansit. Sir A dragged us to Starbucks where I had to sulk with a bottled iced tea and a cloying cake. Eventually, we were done with the visits earlier than expected and we were off homebound. Sir A agreed to drop me at Philcoa against his way home to Katipunan. So a big thanks to him. Oh and my boss and I managed to live with each other for nearly a day without resulting to too much awkward moments; chatting and socking the project and the people part of it most likely helped. Good to know I'm not the only one seeing the absolute shortcomings of the personnel involved.
I'll start foraging for the details of a spreadsheet containing 4000 entries that needs to be sorted out before item analysis can proceed. I've asked Beth again for help--something I'm relying way too much, I should never have nicked that 200 bucks from her--so here's to hoping we can finish the checking by tomorrow afternoon.
Football update: David Villa transfers to Barcelona for 40 million, and half the Madridista population wails at the unfair situation. A year ago, my love was a hairline's close to signing up for Real Madrid but Perez decided he was more interested in Kaka and Cristiano Ronaldo so there goes my dream. Adam mentioned he would've sacrificed Higuain for Villa, and I can partially say I'd be open to that deal if I get my head around the fact of a heavy duty compromise. I think I'm going to grieve for Villa's loss to the other side once I see him bearing that godforsaken shirt. Oh yeah, pure fluke that I got the latest Real Madrid shirt at an ukay-ukay this weekend. It's pretty big for my frame so it's going to settle in my cabinet for the rest of its remaining days. And yes, I kissed the crest.
16 May 2010
Heave-ho
I can't recall when and how I banged up my right knee until I felt this dull ache in my joint every time I move. And that's going to be a big blow to my movements since I'm too hyper to sit in one place and ponder over the philosophical bearings of today.
Anyway I'm all to blame for forgetting that today's the 15th of May, and Richard and the gang were suppose to meet up at Quiapo and feast upon Mamonluk. Unfortunately, I'm stuck at home with dysmenorrhea. Having a period will only deter my energy from enjoying the night so I'd rather not even if I'm the one who initiated the idea. Bolix texted me earlier; apparently, they're going to a comedy bar and I can always catch up with them. I'd love to, but my monthly nature calls so bah.
I'm stuck at home so it's either off to bed early on a Saturday or haul my movie downloads and watch something decent. I still have like four films in my folder though my current condition barely gives me the push to even click on VLC. What gives?
On another hand, I thought I had lost my wallet last Friday. I realized it when I was about to go home already. My brain panicked faster than logic, and I was left sobbing and mildly wailing about the suffering I have to go through again just to get my IDs and cards. Then I got home and turned my bedroom upside down and saw the blasted thing under my freaking bed. Wasted tears and hormonal upheaval for nothing.
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Manga talk first. Kitakami Ren's works are one of the first ever yaoi manga I laid eyes upon. She has a way of making her manga--which has a limited panel and story line--achieve more depth than other novels I read. Unfortunately for me her works are already licensed so I'm stuck with scouring the net for free downloads. Best one of Kitakami would be Honenuki ni Saretai with Hoshina and Atsushi; the latter I can recall washed the rice with dishwashing liquid haha. He was that incompetent but totally lovable and adorable and all kinds of fluffy adjectives which made him a totally awesome seme for uptight Hoshina.
Anyway I'm all to blame for forgetting that today's the 15th of May, and Richard and the gang were suppose to meet up at Quiapo and feast upon Mamonluk. Unfortunately, I'm stuck at home with dysmenorrhea. Having a period will only deter my energy from enjoying the night so I'd rather not even if I'm the one who initiated the idea. Bolix texted me earlier; apparently, they're going to a comedy bar and I can always catch up with them. I'd love to, but my monthly nature calls so bah.
I'm stuck at home so it's either off to bed early on a Saturday or haul my movie downloads and watch something decent. I still have like four films in my folder though my current condition barely gives me the push to even click on VLC. What gives?
On another hand, I thought I had lost my wallet last Friday. I realized it when I was about to go home already. My brain panicked faster than logic, and I was left sobbing and mildly wailing about the suffering I have to go through again just to get my IDs and cards. Then I got home and turned my bedroom upside down and saw the blasted thing under my freaking bed. Wasted tears and hormonal upheaval for nothing.
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Manga talk first. Kitakami Ren's works are one of the first ever yaoi manga I laid eyes upon. She has a way of making her manga--which has a limited panel and story line--achieve more depth than other novels I read. Unfortunately for me her works are already licensed so I'm stuck with scouring the net for free downloads. Best one of Kitakami would be Honenuki ni Saretai with Hoshina and Atsushi; the latter I can recall washed the rice with dishwashing liquid haha. He was that incompetent but totally lovable and adorable and all kinds of fluffy adjectives which made him a totally awesome seme for uptight Hoshina.
09 May 2010
Yes, more
I could give my first child to my brain for having a golden sense of finding a WOWOW live stream. Found one and forfeited sleep in celebration despite the continuous Japanese films I've been watching with half a neuron for the past hours. Also, I have to hand out my shit thanks to Smartbro too for having a absofuckinglutely fast net connection; so fast I couldn't watch a decent stream when it's not in the dead of the night or the dead of the day.
As much as my college buds would know from a barely there memory, I have a deep seated addiction to anything WOWOW produces because they make life easier. Now I have to practise my hiragana, katakana and basic kanji again for the sake of reading Jap subs and the scheduled programs. Jeez, I could still recall vividly such agony I had to go through writing a goodbye post when WOWOW was cut off the air by MTRCB,which for the benefit of my restless soul I haven't forgiven them yet.
Fuck, it's been so long since I've seen Little Britain. I'm absolutely having an orgasm at the moment because this is what makes breathing polluted air a tad more endurable. I'm out of this crap post, I have to do some boot licking with LB. HBO you're a godsend when you're not being an arse eater.
Well, a little bit more and I might catch on Real Madrid's game against Bilbao.
As much as my college buds would know from a barely there memory, I have a deep seated addiction to anything WOWOW produces because they make life easier. Now I have to practise my hiragana, katakana and basic kanji again for the sake of reading Jap subs and the scheduled programs. Jeez, I could still recall vividly such agony I had to go through writing a goodbye post when WOWOW was cut off the air by MTRCB,which for the benefit of my restless soul I haven't forgiven them yet.
Fuck, it's been so long since I've seen Little Britain. I'm absolutely having an orgasm at the moment because this is what makes breathing polluted air a tad more endurable. I'm out of this crap post, I have to do some boot licking with LB. HBO you're a godsend when you're not being an arse eater.
Well, a little bit more and I might catch on Real Madrid's game against Bilbao.
07 May 2010
Doordie
There's the thing about accepting failure and holding on the belief of reviving a slaughtered test to its once shining glory. It's called being hypocritical all the same for condoning an item analysis on a wholly compromised test, and not giving in to the fact that item construction has technically more advantage. Look where it has gotten you: unexpected surprises, dismal situations, slow processing of data and needless effort on behalf of the project, and the race against the funds and time. You can expect miracles tantamount to derangement in institutions as monstrous and venal as this; I cannot wait for June to start.
In relation to my upcoming unemployment, I'm torn between the idea of enjoying loitering hours at home and pushing through with my grad school studies, which obviously shall require other than the determination and indubitable effort in processing requirements.
Anyway, going to meet up with college buds tomorrow for a round of escapism with karaoke. That's going to be a marketable theme throughout this weekend and not to mention on Monday. Heaven help the pubs that day; as for me, that calls for a WOWOW marathon.
In relation to my upcoming unemployment, I'm torn between the idea of enjoying loitering hours at home and pushing through with my grad school studies, which obviously shall require other than the determination and indubitable effort in processing requirements.
Anyway, going to meet up with college buds tomorrow for a round of escapism with karaoke. That's going to be a marketable theme throughout this weekend and not to mention on Monday. Heaven help the pubs that day; as for me, that calls for a WOWOW marathon.
05 May 2010
Squeezed dry
I can't seriously take this anymore. I'm a step away from sobbing my uterus out for encoding this forsaken answer sheets. It's beyond the necessary bounds of futility to even pinpoint why more of my countrymen are better as Neanderthal models than the civilized population we should be. Just the idea of not following basic instruction such as "encircle the answer of your choice" would make my blood curdle with more chemical reactions a LHC could ever anticipate of. And everyone questions if our country has a future left. What kind of future are we even talking about? The idea of having another tomorrow where we live in the same quotidian aspect as what has been dictated in the majority of our living, or the bleak future of improvement and productive changes by blowing off trashes the country could live without? It makes me sick to the basest level that even in the structure of the workplace I'm suffering the same situation that eventually compounded the overall perception of indecisive and deceived posterity.
Anyway, I seem to assume so surely of myself that I could finish the remaining 34 answer sheets stacked at home; add to that the 50 something I brought from the office. Pathetically ambitious of me.
At this point of the month, it would not be beyond absurd insinuations that I won't get my paycheck on time. Getting it on time would give me a seizure at any rate. I'm neck deep in my capacity to produce enough financial sustenance to last me this entire week. No one could fucking blame me for hitting on officers who swim in the sea of luxury to spare me a snack or two. It's times like this I wish there's a McDo or KFC a walking distance away from our division.
Anyway, I seem to assume so surely of myself that I could finish the remaining 34 answer sheets stacked at home; add to that the 50 something I brought from the office. Pathetically ambitious of me.
At this point of the month, it would not be beyond absurd insinuations that I won't get my paycheck on time. Getting it on time would give me a seizure at any rate. I'm neck deep in my capacity to produce enough financial sustenance to last me this entire week. No one could fucking blame me for hitting on officers who swim in the sea of luxury to spare me a snack or two. It's times like this I wish there's a McDo or KFC a walking distance away from our division.
02 May 2010
Where joys never end
Long overdue post. I can't even recall the date I wrote this, but might as well post it because it would be a drag to dump my opinion about Shutter Island.
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It was a good impulsive thing of me to go online early this morning when I got home because the net's down since morning. By the way, fuck you Smartbro. Same goes to you, Gateway. I swear, the mall's ticket prices will kill me one of these days. It's not like I haven't had the catastrophic experience with the mall before. It turns out my grudge wasn't demented enough to constantly remind me how much bullshit Gateway is brewing with their tacky excuse for architecture and limited number of restaurants.
Anyway, Shutter Island gained too much hoopla from my friends and the net for the past days so I got determined to see it too. And perhaps gain the same adoration they've had because it's been so long since I've seen a Scorsese film too; not bad at all that Ben Kingsley was in the film also. And not to kill amazement from the plot, but it really did not work for me. Maybe it was my overzealous analysis that Teddy was suffering from hallucinations because of withdrawal from his alcoholism, or because I had serious doubts from the first aspirin Dr. Cawley gave. It might be that I'm used to the mental asylum and generalized psychological plot it had that the ultimate mindfuck was just a climax and not so much as a gaining a surprising impact. I find the dream sequence indistinct although the idea of it being a nightmare can partially justify that. Leonardo DiCaprio's characterization was really beyond what I could ever hope for. He looked so out of his mind from his neurosis and paranoia from the first scene of the film until the end. I doubt he had a real good sleep over the burden of his character. Ben Kinglsey and Max von Sydow were perfect in their their imperious characters as psychiatrists. I'd especially love to have von Sydow as a professor, I bet that would be a highly educational immersion in insanity.
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It was a good impulsive thing of me to go online early this morning when I got home because the net's down since morning. By the way, fuck you Smartbro. Same goes to you, Gateway. I swear, the mall's ticket prices will kill me one of these days. It's not like I haven't had the catastrophic experience with the mall before. It turns out my grudge wasn't demented enough to constantly remind me how much bullshit Gateway is brewing with their tacky excuse for architecture and limited number of restaurants.
Anyway, Shutter Island gained too much hoopla from my friends and the net for the past days so I got determined to see it too. And perhaps gain the same adoration they've had because it's been so long since I've seen a Scorsese film too; not bad at all that Ben Kingsley was in the film also. And not to kill amazement from the plot, but it really did not work for me. Maybe it was my overzealous analysis that Teddy was suffering from hallucinations because of withdrawal from his alcoholism, or because I had serious doubts from the first aspirin Dr. Cawley gave. It might be that I'm used to the mental asylum and generalized psychological plot it had that the ultimate mindfuck was just a climax and not so much as a gaining a surprising impact. I find the dream sequence indistinct although the idea of it being a nightmare can partially justify that. Leonardo DiCaprio's characterization was really beyond what I could ever hope for. He looked so out of his mind from his neurosis and paranoia from the first scene of the film until the end. I doubt he had a real good sleep over the burden of his character. Ben Kinglsey and Max von Sydow were perfect in their their imperious characters as psychiatrists. I'd especially love to have von Sydow as a professor, I bet that would be a highly educational immersion in insanity.
01 May 2010
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