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Saturday, 25 July 2009

  • The Cherry on Top

      I love life too much to be depend on someone for my own happiness. Maybe that's why finding out that he was cheating on me didn't really make me grovel or reach for a tub of ice cream (I did clean my place, including the bathroom, which is VERY therapeutic)- I was still my own person though being in a relationship made me see more good qualities about myself.

     Being in a relationship is the cherry on top of the lovely sundae that is MOI.

     

     

    Oh God. I am suddenly craving for a sundae!! Ain't this sweet?

Wednesday, 22 July 2009

Sunday, 19 July 2009

  • My Life Would NOT Suck Without U.

     

     I am single again.

     I was bored yesterday so what I did was google his full name (full middle name included) and the results that appeared firsthand was a link to a video uploaded by a girl using MySpace.

    OMFG.

    It was a video message with pictures of my (now ex) boyfriend!! It has HIS pictures and there were love poems in between with love songs serenading throughout the whole 6 minutes of the video!! I checked the date the video was uploaded.

     Jan. 20, 2009.

    It was uploaded on his BIRTHDAY!!

    He had started calling me early/mid January.

    The video was also composed of the girl's pictures photoshopped with his. The girl had his pictures that I've seen on Facebook, and some of his pictures I've never seen before. I don't even want to describe what those pictures looked like!

    FUCKIN' HELL!!

     

     

      Weird thing is, as PISSED as I am right now, I feel sorry for the girl. I've already emailed my so-called boyfriend not to contact me any longer (and also told him what LIAR he is).

     It's good to be single again. Moving on!

Friday, 17 July 2009

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    Wall-E (Single-Disc Edition)
    By Ben Burtt, Jeff Garlin, Fred Willard, Elissa Knight, John Ratzenberger
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    I'm so Not Cool.

      Usual day on my way to work. Left my dorm early, grabbed a taxi and prayed there won't be a traffic jam on my way to the company building since there was a typhoon passing by the region.

     Rejoiced when I arrived at the establishment with an ample amount of time to spare. Walked in the empty lobby, greeted one of the security personnel a good morning and went straight to the elevator. I entered the elevator, looked outside a bit to see if there's anyone who might be rushing to use the elevator too, but since there was no one, I pressed the 5th floor button breathed a sigh of relief as the doors closed.
     Instead of the elevator going up, the door opened at the last minute by a familiar figure who managed to press the up button before the elevator could move.

    OMG. Our totally hunky trainer!!

     He was all, "oh hey!" he said, and went in. My response? "Oh!" I hope he didn't catch the look of shock and disbelief on my face for one second there.

    (at the same time, my soul catapulted out of my body and I stopped breathing.)
     It took the elevator excruciating long to close and I was gathering what's left of the bits of my brain. Felt really awkward. Time felt like it had slowed down. I suddenly knew what it was like to be claustrophobic. Inside, I was going:
    say something funny! say something witty! say something sharp, thought-provoking and intellectual for the love of-!!

    What came out:
    "Sooo... are we going to take our exams today?"

    His reply, "yes. Later." And the elevator has reached our floor and opened.

    Opportunity to make an impression on dreamy trainer: EPIC FAIL.



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