you jump off the bridge, i laugh the hardest
Monday, November 30, 2009/ 11/30/2009 05:49:00 pm
So much for saying. Ok.
Here's something that has been bugging me.
Do I know what the hell we mean by
update?
No?
up⋅date /v. ʌpˈdeɪt, ˈʌpˌdeɪt; n. ˈʌpˌdeɪt/
Show Spelled Pronunciation [v. uhp-deyt, uhp-deyt; n. uhp-deyt]
Show IPA verb, -dat⋅ed, -dat⋅ing, noun
–verb
(used with object) 1. to bring (a book, figures, or the like) up to date, as by
adding new information or making corrections: to update a science textbook.
2. Computers. to incorporate new or more accurate information in (a database, program, procedure, etc.).
3. to bring (a person, organization, etc.) up to date on a particular subject: The magazine article will update you on the international situation.
Got that? Ok. Here's the stupid thing that has been bugging me...
How is it that I keep ranting the same ol' shit... and others call it an update? Adding NEW info? Come on. All my crap has been about work, school and him. Incorporate new or more accurate info. We're going technology there but no. I don't have anymore accurate information than what I'm feeling. How can I "up-date" anyone about the same old topic again and again and saying the same ol' poppycock again and again? I find it totally crappy that I'm forced to do write some bullshit to entertain readers.
No offence guys but I'm pretty much bored writing the same ol' shit again and again and I have absolutely nothing new to "up-date" you guys on. Maybe it's about time the blog dies again? Maybe I'll re-blog when I'm married. Then I'll tell you guys how'd my sex life goes. Probably I'd say this...
Oh, it was a couple of moans on the bed, turning and twisting around, hugging my other half with my leg while he penetrates me. After which, we get all messy and make sloppy kisses and finally, we say good night, sleeping back to back, thinking how disgusting our sex was.
How about that? I can picture that now. It's all so true. How fun can sex be when I could describe it all in a few words. Yeah well.
Words and reality. Always seem to crash. But they can't live without each other. So, my friend sent her own ex-guy to the court. LOL. She should probably tell this to her guy.
You cry, I cry. You laugh, I laugh. You get angry, I hit you with a stick. You want to jump off the bridge, I'll take photo and pass it off as diving.Sorely tempted to tell her to say to her ex that. I mean, really. LOL! Ok. Whatever.
About time I stop some nonsense.
Oh, not really an update but I was thinking...
It's been months and I still like him. I still miss him. I love his being, his flaws and perfection. He knows that. That's why he enjoys being with me for he knows I appreciate his everything.
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research and development
Wouldn't it be wonderful if someone were to just research on how feelings work and develop something for sadness and for the broken hearted?Or perhaps discover why we function that way and just turn us into robots so we won't get a headache thinking of some people, getting all insomniac over someone and grieving for some idiot who broke up with us.
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heart skips too much of a beat
Tuesday, November 24, 2009/ 11/24/2009 12:38:00 am
A random joke for you bored readers out there... to start off with a boring rant after it.
Wife: *whispers seductively* Whisper me the three words that will make me walk on air...
Husband: *looks straight* Go hang yourself.
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Had a good laugh? XD!
Off we go.
Sometimes I wish we have a place to just throw all our bad memories, you know? Like a rubbish bin. Imagine this. If we all had a place to throw our bad memories, won't our lives be much better off? Then again, it's those bitter experience that teach us the life lesson.
If I had that box to throw all my memories, what kind of memories will I throw...
1. Memories of my mother's death.
2. My brother's death.
3. The fact that I'm adopted and almost illegitimate.
4. When I almost killed my dad. (Intentions, really)
5. My current work life.
I'd do anything for the last one in my life. I just really hate it. They're totally asking for it. It's stupid. They need someone to speak to them.
Doesn't help that sometimes I feel like throwing away the memories of him and I. I hate drowning myself in false hope and short-lived happiness. It has brought me nothing but despair. Hooked on the song "M2M - Mirror Mirror". I feel like that song has played a huge part in my current thinking and how I think. Anyway, sometimes, I wanna give myself up. I don't feel like pressing on anymore.
You know what that means?
Yes.
Die.
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what the heck
Monday, November 23, 2009/ 11/23/2009 12:36:00 am
Do birthday boys lose all common sense when their birthday comes?
Sheesh. Like ok, never they mind...
Jackson, Abang's friend gave him a BIGGGG PRESENT! SUPER HUGE PACKAGE!
Turns out to be a stupid
condom.
WHAT THE HELL.................
Yeah, it was me and Jackson's idea. Ok. Jackson's idea actually. I was the victim of the idea. DAMN! XD!
When going home, I smeared some cake cream on his face with the leftover cakes. XD! He threatened to throw a whole cake to my face on my birthday. I told him this.
"NYEH NYEH! By the time I'm gone, you won't even celebrate my birthday!"It brought about a moment, so very awkward and all so nostalgic and missing. It's as though you want to do it so much because you want to do it so much together with that someone but it will never come. Nostalgic.
At the train station, he asked me this.
"Do you wanna come home with me?"HAR?
I'll leave the post as it is. I'm confused at that invitation. If he really meant it as a joke, I don't care. But I felt that moment again. I didn't dare to venture further. My mind and heart stopped all functions.
Labels: I find myself wondering
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found and touched
Friday, November 20, 2009/ 11/20/2009 12:03:00 am
To laugh is to risk appearing a fool.
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach out for another is to risk involvement.
To expose feelings is to risk rejection.
To place your dreams before the crowd is to risk ridicule.
To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To go forward in the face of overwhelming odds is to risk failure.
But risks must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
The person who risks nothing does nothing, has nothing, is nothing.
He may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he cannot learn, feel, change, grow or love.
Chained by his certitudes, he is a slave.
He has forfeited his freedom.
Only a person who takes risks is free.
By Beetle's old buddy.
P.S. Agreement is the new law now. It's exactly how I feel.
P.P.S. I know I still miss him deeply.
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fatigue eats the soul
Tuesday, November 17, 2009/ 11/17/2009 08:32:00 pm
I've been feeling sleepy these few days. Muscles ache and pound like crazy fanatics of whatever. I believe it's called fatigue.
I better fetch me spectacles. Oh. I'm planning to get that iPodTouch next month. Hope I don't go budget budget, rofl! I can be extremely poor too! Admittance is heaven. Ok. I really don't know what to blog about.
It's his birthday this Friday. In 3 days, yeap. Planning to celebrate with the whole crew on Saturday. Where we can just make noise. ._.! Hopefully my area manager doesn't drop by or we'll be fucked. x.x! He'll probably go all "What is this? Does Long John Silver's pay you to celebrate birthdays?" Bahh! I imagine myself mad at him if he says that. Then again, I can't be bothered with that blidiot. X.x! A.K.A. Bloody idiot. LOL.
I've taken a new fascination on business. I keep buying Business Times. Sheesh. Life is seriously taking a new toll on me. I must keep myself straight or I'll turn uber ghey. Laters Claise.
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Egged.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009/ 11/11/2009 09:50:00 pm
I hardl blog nowadays. I haven't a functional idea as to why but I have some several theories as to why. I'm lazy. I'm tired. I don't know what to blog about. All my rants seems the same and seems endless to me.
Work has been naturally boring and tiring nowadays. WTF. I got my mystery customer AGAIN. Shit. On the first day after the first CMS out. Just like Rafiq. I hope I did well. I tried to comply everything. I can't do it for several hours straight, I guess. I'm so much so a pretty slick guesser.
I smiled. I made the dude smiled. I repeated my order. I suggested an upsize and any add-ons. I'm so much so GOOD. One point. I wasn't around at counter when the customers came. I was in the kitchen, washing me hands! :(! GAY. Lol. Oh well. 2 points gone, I daresay. Never mind! :D!
I'm happy with the way things are going.. I think.
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being brazen...
Thursday, November 05, 2009/ 11/05/2009 12:46:00 am
...in the nature of ways, it hides your fears and lock away your sadness from the keen eyes.
Wrote that myself. I'm still going about guessing why I wrote that, ever. Don't look me as though I'm insane, Claise.
I feel so egged up today. Ayup ayup. I'm just getting more and more brazen. You know what else? I feel so wasted away, slowly. My workplace is just eating up more and more of my energy. O, how I look forward to my off days. I feel like I've wasted much of my energy and ideas and imagination for this stupid company.
Let me just speak my point of view, as a customer-and-staff.
1. Pay is ho-rri-gi-ble-ve-ge-ta-ble-te-rri-gi-ble.
2. The management is totally horrendous.
3. Lots of blackmail behind the scenes.
4. Extreme cutting cost measure. Eg. 2 packets of chilli sauce per customer. Do the math.
5. All you care is result, result, result. All you give is bullshit, bullshit, BULLSHIT.
6. WTF. Managers working as staff too. I've got nothing to say. Word.
7. Demands for logical reasons when upper management give us excuses.
8. You're just fucking losing more staff than actually getting them in. Are you just gonna rely on foreigners, FOREVER? Might as well open LJS in Phillippines and Indonesian and People's Republic of China.
9. The portions are just shrinking. Gaymax.Com.
10. Need I say more...?
9 reasons enough for LJS to better start having new marketing strategies. Nine reasons enough for them to rethink on how to get workers. 9 perfect reasons on how NOT to focus on results but on the current problems. Don't just demand and expect. Think thoroughly and review. Is that what you want? What you really need? Are you really maniacal about being a customer maniac? I doubt it. Your training in Customer Mania is about customers. NOT STUPID MYSTERY SHOPPERS. Besides, if customers want more chilli, just egging give! Don't be so calculative, morons! X.x!
I've more to express but I think I'd love it a lot if I saved the best for the highest in charge. They need someone to talk to them.
Besides, blackmail is illegal, maggots.
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screwed along the road
Monday, November 02, 2009/ 11/02/2009 11:41:00 pm
In FlyFF right now. I can't seem to be doing anything right now. I feel so much so at a lost.
You know what I think?
Books are really a great inventions. You know how the author just writes their books and it seems all so flawless even though there may be a thousand and one drafts before that? It just absorbs you into the book, bringing you into the fantastic world of mysteries, romance, fantasies! It twirls and swirls. I love Raymond E Feist and james Rollins. Their books never fail to amuse me and never fail to entertain me. I could read it over and over and over and I still get absorbed by it. It's enchanting, enthralls me. It feels like I'm part of the adventure, imagining everything from scratch and it develops.
It's just so amazing, books.
For you readers who hate books, you guys are missing out. You think that words are hard to comprehend, the plot is puzzling. I think not. Try a simple book. You'd go far with that one book.
So, D, why do you keep pouring me special attention on me? I don't deserve it. Because I planned to leave you behind with faint memories of me. Perhaps it's by chance we're just passing lovers. I don't know. It seems that I don't play well with coincidences.
I love looking into your eyes and I love your adoring eyes when they bore into mine. O, how I love it more when you simply pat me on the head and tease me.
I must ge going insane over a fantasy.
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