I am Corporate Junkie.: January 2006

Jan 31, 2006

Meme Time

I crashed into a blog (KISS MY MIKE) a week ago while surfing Jessica Zafra's page and ever since, it actually kept me at the edge of my seat... Reason 1: He's gay. Reason 2: He's funny. Reason 3: He's damn articulate. TOP REASON: His candor is addictive.

Let me try this one... Hope KissMyMike does not mind if I actually tag myself out of boredom.. I am such a LOSER!

It's Meme Time!

Instructions:Remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place.

Then add your blog to the bottom slot, like so.
1) Overread
2) BrightStar
3) Seeking Solace
4) Kiss My Mike
5) Corporate Junkie

select five people to tag:
1) Snip Snap
2) KickAssBiatch
3) Next three I'll tag: Losers like me who are hooked to blogging just when the world is ending.

What were you doing 10 years ago?
long-term memory loss. sorry! hmm.. maybe i was in a quiz bee or something... i was a little miss math geek then...

What were you doing 1 year ago?
in my sweet hometown, disc jockeying, sleeping in, oh the blissful slumber, playing SIMS, people-watching... and not in a pilesh*t of deadlines and corporate burnout... grr!!

Five snacks you enjoy:
1) C2 Cool & Clean Green Tea -- make that plain please
2) Coffee (aacckk.. snack?!)
3) Chips
4) Chocolate
5) Peanut Butter

Five songs to which you know all the lyrics:
1) Come Around by Rhett Miller -- am i gonna be lonely for the rest of my life.. unless you come around...
2) Letters to You by Finch -- such a sad, sad song
3) Waiting in Vain by Bob Marley -- or the new revivals, that is...
4) Caribbean Blue by Big Mountain -- i love reggae, period.
5) Silvertoes by PNE -- wahehehe... Ü

Five things you would do if you were a millionaire:
1) Build a business empire.
2) Shop.
3) Buy friends. Hahaha (inner values reflected)
4) Are we talking about a dollar millionaire here? if yes, maybe buy an eensy weensy islet in the Caribbean for me alone! har har!
5) hmm... produce a goddamn GOOD movie!

Five bad habits:
1) Smoking (I am trying to quit, OKAY?!)
2) Alcohol (I always promise to stop... or at least hoping not to have my pet migraine for a hangover)
3) Procrastinating
4) Worrying like a ninny
5) Palipas ng gutom -- it's that bad, I already have a dyspepsia!

Five things you like doing:
1) Dancing
2) Singing -- mostly in the shower but at times... haay...
3) Daydreaming
4) Writing tragic novels -- PERFECT!
5) SLEEPING!

Five things you would never wear again:
1) my Gladiator costume (it was our Sales Launch and each presentor should wear that friggin costume)
2) ultra big shirts (gone are my Skaterboy or feeling Skaterboy days that is...)
3) campaign shirts for my dad when he ran for election (wish he would not go back to politics agen... nyuk nyuk)
4) stupid parachute skirt which I wore in the baduy highschool cheeridance
5) cologne... that Atlantis cologne that my psycho ex-boyfriend always wore

Five favorite toys:
1) my 21-year old baby pillow... it's gross but what the hell... it's for my nose only.
2) the console board back when I was still disc jockeyin' (perfect for making boo-boo's on air)
3) notebooks! you scribble on them, tear them, punch them with pens.. ahhh, bliss!
4) my food. don't you love twirling that spaghetti with the fork.. hehe. (lunatic!)
5) PC -- ahh.. i miss SIMS...

Who Says...

...you can't have fun with your colleagues?!

@ atchies last Friday -- Ingrid (hehe), Darv, hu else?!

Friday madness -- Marianne, Jill, Giddi, ¤Ü¤

Cross-MT batches : Giddi-yap, Darvin, moi

The Vampire

The distance that I see every time I look in his eyes was intriguing. He was always happy yet I sense some sadness that perhaps, he never wanted to share with anyone else. He always looked droopy... y'know, those puppy eyes that melt you every time they do stare at you. Just so enough before you realize that you are being drawn into his world of the unknown.

Lestat.

He was always lurking in the haunted recesses of my dreams -- like a vampire waiting to be invited so as to come in. Yeah, perhaps that's what he is -- a vampire -- dangerous yet hypnotizing.

I put up my guard whenever he's around -- for he scares me. He swiftly comes and goes -- never revealing his true intentions... just some little nothings that puts you in a tireless oblivion. In a chase towards forever. In a never-ending tale with no happy nor sad endings. Towards the chasm.

Seeing Halos

Some milliliters of red thick blood pass through my head capillaries while the latter are grinding each other, creating friction inside my skull. My gooey brains is throbbing from the right side, just right below the lower ear while some drums also keep on beating at the temples of my forehead. I keep on seeing everyone with a halo and some angelic aura although I know for a fact that I am not seeing heavenly creatures at all.. ugh!

I've been going back and forth from the restroom because of some nausea and I really want some bed rest...
Aarghh... Well, of course, it sounds like I am pregrant. Tough luck! I have been pregnant since I was in second grade then...

Anyway, I was surfing through some headache relief techniques from the internet since I could not get some blasted medicine from the clinic *nurse and doctor were out -- wonder where they went >:D* when I saw the "triggers" of migraine... NICOTINE, CAFFEINE and ALCOHOL... holy banana! That just explains why my pet "disease" does not want to go away... It loves me so much.

Sigh... No solution at hand. Maybe I just have to try my age-old wonder strategy for this one -- bumping my covered cerebellum against the thick hard wall... BAM!

A Foggy December in Baguio...

Friggin Cold with Ninya Bonita! Brr!

Retro Christmas Party with Uris and Charisse >:D

Hell, Baguio! Lads, Cheryl, OJ, Darwin (in white), Pau, Kiting, >moi<

I commend Manny's win in his fight with Morales yesterday. He exhibited a sense of courage and bravery and I think both boxers did (imagine being punched several times, aww!)... I admire Manny's dedication of his fight to God and his country while Morales offered his for himself first and next comes his motherland... That was a true Filipino at heart.

Albeit, I really find it funny that all of us makes a stage drama out of this (picture Mike Arroyo going up the stage after the fight and Gloria callling and...) Yes, Manny brought us, Filipinos, glory... but sadly in a very unfortunate way... in a blood-stricken sport. We do take pride in all this? Manny sure can! He was the one who literally rolled with the punches while the rest of us ogled at our television screens waiting for that TKO in Round 10. And after that, we celebrated! Why? Because we have proven to the world that we are good! Hell, Manny did! We haven't. We are still the same poverty-stricken nation that we are. After yesterday, where are we? Well, we certainly are still beaming with pride now. I give it two weeks and then that surge of adrenaline we call nationalism is back on the drain again.

Poor us. Living in the four corners of boxing arenas -- yeah... truly a pride to punch someone until he's down to his knees and then thinking that we conquered the world. And then after that one hour, boy, we are happy! And happier are those who have already collected the gains on their bets. Amen.

Pigging...

I have never tasted any five-star pizza since I moved out of Bacolod (credits to Chez Andre) Well.. not until this one... This is from Pizza Volante (Baguio) and it is supercalifragilistically YUM YUM YUM!! Aahh...

Although I credit some of its goodness to the company I got... *Team fasT4ward invades pizza heaven at a chillin 16 degrees Centigrade..* well, yeah.. not that cold. But heck, I am "lamigin" so bear with me.. BRR!!

Some warm smiles before we actually grab on to those delicious treats... Sheesh.. Do we actually look like we are not hungry?! If yes, geez... we are good pretenders... har har!

Crazy enough to eat this last piece of chilling nirvana in the form of splits?! Aw cmon, grab your spoon. You don't wanna miss it... Just pretend you're in Sahara or somethin...

Of Death...

I am feeling a lil bit morbid today -- on the extremes, I am really happy because I finally got a full body massage last night which relieved me from my stress-stricken body --

Now, I would like to share just some of my loved articles about deciding to die and death in general...

"She had taught herself to give men a precise amount of pleasure; never more, never less, only what was necessary. She didn't get angry with anyone, because that would mean having to react, having to do battle with the enemy and then having to face the unforeseen consequences, such as vengeance...

"...When she had achieved almost everything she wanted in life, she had reached the conclusion that her existence had no meaning, because every day was the same. AND SHE HAD DECIDED TO DIE..."

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"DEATH is nothing at alll... I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I and you are you. WHatever we are to each other, that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name. SPeak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone; wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever be the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effort, without the ghost of shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was; there was no absolutely unbroken continuity. What is death but a negligible accident. Why should I be out of your mind because I am out of your sight? I am but waiting for you; for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. No worries. All is well."

My Baby... err.. Sister...

I want to go home.. Sniff... I miss playing wrestling with this brat.. Ahay...

I have a crazy life.

I am away from my family for more than half a year now – and well, I still am hung over. Looking back, I was raised in the comforts of my laid-back provincial town, warm friends, and a place where you know almost everybody – Mr. Old Man This is dating 20-year-old That… old schoolmate this addicted to drugs… Ms. Goody-Two Shoes got boinked (Ms. Zafra’s term, if I may borrow) and now is pregnant by Mr. Married Chauvinist Swine… Things like that. It was already crazy – considering that my town was like, a small speck in the map of the Philippines.

Those things got stuffed into my system. Imagine literally being around those people (especially during pre-election… my dad was an ex-politician) and you personally know them. They would drive you mad. I was even accused of being a drug abuser myself. Sorry to disappoint you guys, I am not the “pulutan” of the day. I am just plainly and simply “skin and bones” No substance whatsoever in between.

Being stashed away (as in literally, way, far away!) from that place was like heaven. No more rumor-mongering. No more pathetic expectations because you are the daughter of this so-so.

Everything fine… you wish!

You know what, rumor-mongering also exists in this urbane and quote-unquote sophisticated site! It’s even worse because you could not defend yourself. Hell, people pass everything they find juicy to the next ten persons he meet in a day and so on and so forth. Think they will find you to clarify the issues? People are harsher and more pakialamero than I imagined them to be. And for Pete’s sake, lack of manners are everywhere! READ: Minor trespassing. Discourtesy. Violation of Personal Privacy. I mean, Gawd! What’s the worse that it could get!?

Yes, I sound like a saint here. To oppose that, I do (YES I ADMIT THAT!) have emotional debts against a lot of people. Purposely done? No. But it hurt them anyway and I would like to apologize for that. Now what?!

Some Things Not Ever Worth Thinkin About...

First thing that comes to your mind... hmm.. I'll guess.. GROSS, right?!

You see, these two semi-macho men are colleagues from work who incidentally are both baptized as Vince D. and Vince U. I think they are really infatuated with each other? Some illegal attraction? What dya think? With "making subo" the cake and all that... *hmmm*

Hahaha.. Naah.. I'm just "good-timing" my boy_friends >:D Peace Vinces!

?? Question Marks ??

Something someone told me when I categorized things into friendship, infatuation, love and lust...

"Who classified those things? What's in between friendship and infatuation or infatuation and love? There's maybe this classification that exists but cannot be explained... And not knowing its classification or category is the beauty to it -- it's more sincere, more real... Not everything has to have an explanation. Mystery is something that keeps it goin on."

The keyboard is all yours for lavishing...

Top One New Year's Resolution goes: QUIT SMOKING NOW!!

Oh, geez. I REALLY, REALLY NEED to stop or I'll be burning my lungs into friggin ashes... Waahhh!!

You see, I don't love smoking. I even don't like it. When people ask me why I smoke, I can't give them a damn good answer. It started when I was downright depressed and it became my "pondering buddy" in the middle of the night.

But really, there are times when I pull out that stick from the box -- puff it off, of course -- but I do not like it. Well, that usually happens in, like.. uhh.. an occasion of 1 out of five smoking scenario. *rolling eyes* Great!

So, anyways, why can't I seem to stop? Geez, I do NOT know.. But to give credit to me though, I have cut down from half a pack (sh*t) a day to three sticks consumption (woo-hoo!! clap clap clap!)... yeah! such feat for me...

I didn't know that friggin nicotine is habit-forming. (Well, yes, I knew but I did not believe it!) Now, I wanna quit but it has become a habit... arrgghhh...

But I am slowly getting to accomplish my new year's resolution this early time of the year...It's just that the smell is so... and its booze is so... aaahhh!!! I've gotta stop contradicting myself...

I now need to rest my case... before my lips turn black (fortunately, it still has not!)

So there...

THE END. *crossing my fingers*

I Badly RANT for a PUP

I want a pup, i want a pup, I WANT A PUP!!! waaahhh!!!

Geez.. I badly want a puppy!!!

It all started when I visited my guy's tita before Christmas when this really cute (and fat!!) shih-tzu trudged like some royalty in front of me. And just something clicked inside -- I also want one. Problem is, it was a 2-year old friggin male canine! Zilch! No chance of ever ranting for it for FREE!

I forgot about my desire to have one after Christmas -- I really would not want to spend 14K for a 3-month old cutee shih-tzu (on other thoughts... hmmm) and so I just shut the idea out.

And then, just last Monday, I with a couple of friends went to Tiendesitas for dinner and all I could see running around the place were dogs, dogs and more dogs!!! AARRGGHH!! You see, the place was very 'animal-friendly'. You could actually bring your pets provided that you clean whatever (READ:undigested dog food) they leave in the place (that's what the sign said.. but Jesus! whoever would clean their puppy poo while wearing coniotic chuvanesses! HEAD!)

So there I was, like some dog-maniac (eww!) looking at maltese and chow-chows being "walked" by their "bestfriends" at friggin 9 in the evenin... So there... I really want a canine best friend. But the dilemma is, I think it will decay after a month.. You see I am in the office for 9.6 hours.. who would ever take care of my puppy... waah... So do stop me from spending fourteen grand...

Or better yet, pass me some puppy AS-KAL please...

I was surfing through the net *as usual, bum na naman* when I encountered a website indicting Orange and Lemons for copying The Care's Chandeliers in their hit (and almost sickening actually) Pinoy Ako song.

My apologies! I did not mean to sound rude there but the song is just the national anthem of everyone in the streets and it's like "ugh".

Well, anyways... there's actually more flesh to them than just that PBB OST. Aw c'mon guys!

I first encountered Orange and Lemons when I was disc jockeyin in Bacolod. Well, our station was not really into those OPM stuff but during that time (late 2004, if I'm not mistaken), we actually played their songs. I really had no penchant in the indie-pop genre or the new wave ones (well, maybe I was not just exposed to it), but the first time I heard their song "Just Like A Splendid Love Song", it was downright kewl!! I also particularly pick this one song of theirs (I think their album back then was Love in the Land of Rubbershoes and Dirty Ice Cream, not quite sure, sorry!) which was entitled, "She's Leaving Home" but I don't think I have been hearing them in the airwaves. I played it several times when I was still in Bacolod and I terribly miss it. Geez, I really hope they release it soon.

Hmm.. I was wonderin... the song that I'm talkin about, is it in their new Strike While the Iron is Hot album?

A-choo! Ok, time to go guys! Need to take my ascorbic tablets! Ciao! >:D

Distortions

Should I stay or should I go for what I think I want?

Quarter-life crisis would never bother me... or so I thought.

I don't know what to make with all the options that I have at hand. Yes dude, I am lucky I have a good-paying job, tremendous return on my investment in college (considering I am a big-time lakwatsera) and a member of the JG Summit Management Training Program. Heck! What more can I ask for?

Uhh... a lot more.. sheesh... I just recognized there are lots more fishes in the ocean. Look, before you could actually react and call me selfish, let me explain first.

Of course, I owe my hiring to JG -- superb people if I may say with values that can never be... surpassed. But my heart is going into another direction. You see, we are exposed to different business units under the JG umbrella (Sun Cellular, URC, Cebu Pac, etc.) for one and a half-years and then get to have your dream final post (hopefully, they have an opening)! Problem is I have just been in one business rotation -- handling C2 Green Tea (sure you've heard of it, don't ya!:D) and I already found myself loving it -- loving my work... looking forward to do marketing stuff everyday which is deep in me -- will always be my passion.

But the time span of that rotation seemed to be so short and abrupt to be pulled out from a department that I have learned to love. Loved the people, the work, the place, everything! And one more year seemed to be so long before I could actually "go back".

So what's actually stopping me when I have the job offer already? I don't know... You tell me!

Getting Along with People @ Work

I'd like to start of course hugging 2005 goodbye and cheering for a new year. I am feeling a lil bit cheery today... well, enough cheerfulness to share my 3 divine rules in Getting Along with People @ Work.

1. Pretend you caught the AIDS syndrome - AIDS (as-if-doin-somethin) has been one of the viruses that I got here in my present job assignment. I am bored to death and so, typing some stuff all day (like blogs, for instance) will just exude an aura of industry.

So, the good thing about this is that you actually would be praised coz you are so "initiative-driven" and "so industrious" because you are glued to your computer the whole day doin "work".

But oh, one more thing, just be sure to have a window with some "real work stuff", in case your boss drops by to say hello!

2. Always carry a smile. There's a lot of different people in the workplace. To name some, there are the matarays, the quiet ones, the bossy ones, the so-so ones and my most hated, the conio "hi! i didn't notice you were there" ones (with matching braces showing off... RRAARR!)

So here are some useful and simple tip: SMILE. Yes, smile with a glitch.

To the matarays: Smile with this little bubble thought -- Sana matrap ka sa elevator nang mag-isa for an hour para mawala ang angas mo!

To the bossy ones: Smile and then whisper, I am studying and learning hypnosis! Wait til I master it, you little dirty rat...

And finally, tantananaaa...

To the coniotic ones: Smile. And if she smiles back, say: You've got a lettuce stuck in your braces! You didn't notice it was there, huh? Then modestly leave...

Ahh.. revenge is sweet...

3. And lastly... try the proven and tested "deadma" effect... You drift through the day without saying hi or goodbye to any of your officemates. Well, you won't get that halo effect. But you also won't have to bear with your chismisan and ogling officemates either..

One tip: Just project that "I'm-in-my-working-solitude-so-mind-your-own-business-we-all-got-loads-of-pilesh*t-to-do!" atttitude... as if! >:D

Ciao!