Memoirs Of An Imperfect Angel out on August 25th!!!
Now how about that? Dede na bag? Only available at SM Marikina!!! Last one existing!!! Almost sold out!!!
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J! This is all your fault. Now I want one too! :( fufufufu!!! Project sell assets and buy another one commence!!!
So I was playing around with my friends new unibody 13" Macbook Pro and my heart sank just a lil' bit. It's a great machine. And really can make anyone drool, even the ones who have a Macbook already. I love my white one... But I'd love it even more if I had a unibody one, too!
But technolust will have to wait. It's highly possible that Apple will tout this design around for three to four years. Specs will change. New machines now will become obsolete later. And new machines later will become obsolete in another future.
Anyway, perhaps I can dream again and something new may be in store for me in the future. Macbook Netbook anyone?
I can never rest. Somehow, everything doesn’t stop when you get out of work. I am perpetually unable to rest. Change must come.
So I thought, maybe if i worked harder and fought harder and maybe did more, my life would have more meaning... But, what's happening now is I hardly ever have time to even breathe, to rest, or do anything else.
I know there are certain bumps along the way, but where does it end really? Working on weekends. Working on evenings. Highly stressful. Doing four separate things all at once...?
Too much too fast? Burning out? Or just plain stupid to think i can handle this all?
I am in the brink of my sanity and at the edge of my nerves. This is going to be the end of me...
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My free hit web view counter failed me, again! That's just stupid. So I moved my web hit counting dependencies somewhere else. Stupid counter. I'd have reached 500 views by now since the relaunching of Chetiboy.com.
Why does it always fail me? Hopefully, this time around, the counter doesn't go down to its bitter end. I want to celebrate when I reach 500.
I needed a new wallpaper and voila.
Of course there's a rainbow, silly!
My hair obsession - Zac Efron - just showed up on the internets sporting a new look. Now that his gorgeous locks are gone, how will I ever grow up to be just like Zac Efron!?
I trusted you Zac Efron! You betrayed me and my hair!!!
My friend and I decided on a mega dare. Clear out your kidneys. Gulp a coke. And piss it out inside the bottle whence it came!
His was regular Coke, came back half a bottle. Mine was Coke Zero, came back full. Results:
Today, we will try Coke Light.
Now do we know who this guy is? I do. I'm sprinkling hints all over. Can you spot them?
1. Don't forget to sing the "happy birthday" song when you're washing your dirty hands.
2. The last mistake is the only mistake in a string of mistakes that was started by a mistake.
3. All that glitters is not gold.
4. You're perfect and everyone else around you. Of course!!! Yes, yes!!!
2. The last mistake is the only mistake in a string of mistakes that was started by a mistake.
3. All that glitters is not gold.
4. You're perfect and everyone else around you. Of course!!! Yes, yes!!!
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I think I need (or want, more likely) a DSLR, with whatever lens add-on this camera I borrowed had. I want all that blurry bokeh goodness, too!
So here’s what we did: I was so down and out because Humpy is accumulating dirt BEHIND THE SCREEN. Never mind the webcam being disappointingly dark, never mind the fact that when I close the lid – it doesn’t go to sleep. All of it is negligible. However, being the dust-free junkie that I am, I couldn’t get over the fact that there was dust. Mutha’effin’ dust. On the inside.
That’s a load of crap.
So, my DIY personality came over, and with B’s blessing, I was able to pry it open and clean it off. Now… I don’t hate Humpy as much any more. I’m actually writing this post here on Humpy and we are friends again.
Smiling.
Today is I-AM-NOT-AVAILABLE day. And I will not log onto my messenger and I will try not to be not everything to everyone for just this day.
It’s hard enough coping up with the work piled up on me, even harder when I get pulled in all directions all at the same time, 14 hours a day, everyday.. I love you guys, I do. You’re my friends, my family, my loved ones, and I care for all of you and I’m all for helping everyone out. But for just today, I’d like to help myself.
Thanks. I’ll be available tomorrow.
Why do I feel like I'm expected to be everything to everyone? I can't keep up with all of the mondaymadness!!!!
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As a surrogate mutha' of the one month and a half old Humpy, I've discovered three things.
- When I close the lid, it doesn't go to stand by (even though I've set it to do so)
- The webcam does not stream video
- And dust is collecting in the screen - BEHIND THE SCREEN
Off to the service center little boy. You've been a bad little boy and daddy's not happy with you. Fuck up one more time and I'll put you up for adoption. iPhone 3G S is round the corner and I might just get someone closely related to your big sister Macbeth. Do you want that to happen?
Tsk tsk tsk.
If you knew me, I’m constantly in the prowl of finding new things to incorporate in my life. I wanted to be funny, I absorb humor. I wanted to be confident, I assimilated esteem. So in light of certain situations happening outside me, I find myself finding yet another opportunity to develop a new trait.
Perhaps when I was a young adult, I could get away with avoiding certain uncomfortable situations. But now at my mid-20s I should be able to handle a conversation. I shouldn’t try to scurry away when faced with uncomfortable situations and I should be able to bring the topic up and recognize certain undesirable conversation topics and be able to say what I want to say.
So I should speak up more. And so my first steps will hopefully take in effect tomorrow. And I will speak up. I feel like it’s my duty to put in my two cents on certain things, especially when they keep knocking on my door, buzzing on my phone, and popping on my messenger.
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