Monday, June 26, 2006
finally it is done
I've been wanting to have my own ambigram ever since I read Angels and Demons. After loads of trial and error, I finally got it down on some lonely peice of scratch paper. I then planned to scan it an finetune the design on Photoshop, with the appropriate fonts. That took a million years.
So last week, I finally got down to business. I used the font type Beaverton and through a long and winding road of inverting, erasing and tweaking... it is here:
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
a problem with Levi
Or shall I say Levi's. My Levi's. Dark wash, semi-boot leg, low-rise. The jeans that have fit me incredibly since college. Notice the past tense? Nowadays, if I wanted to wear them, I need to tummy-in like anything to get the button them up. Goddamn. There's a muffin top over it now. And damn big hips (and butt) that seem to not be aligned with the objective of staying slim.
Okay fine, I don't exercise. Well, at least not regularly. There's the occassional gym and badminton. I do however, eat only a half cup of rice per meal. Even less. My life is riddled with stress. I don't even like chocolates. I think I have to face the fact that I am growing old and my metabolism is out for revenge. For being overworked and sped up for the past 20-something years.
I don't know if this is a good thing - but people always say that I don't get fat. Oh I must say it is an optical illusion. And then they laugh at me to dismiss that so-called joke. It may not be seen. But it is oh-so felt. By Levi, primarily. And my other pants. My Mango trousers are screaming... you're not a size 4 anymore so stop it! For some reason, the fat cells love the hip and butt area. My hypothesis for my seemingly unnoticable gainage would be that the upper body is devoid of this growth. Which brings me to my wishful thinking - wouldn't it be great if there was some natural fat relocation program? "I'm sorry, the posterior area is fully booked at the moment. We do however have vacancies a some floors above - may we suggest the chest area?"
It's always a frustration, isn't it? I for one, am never contented with me. Sure at some point the confidence overrides the imperfections and there is some form of acceptance. But later on, you're suddenly awakened by the recollection that hey oh yeah my hips are improportional to the rest of my body. In this quest for contentment, I have actually gone back to gyming and badminton. Okay fine, not fully into it yet, but I am taking the pains of these so-called slimming activities. Now there's another thing - PAIN. The "No pain, no gain" thing is totally not working here. First of all, the objective is to lose. No gaining. Stop the gaining.
So here it shall all boil down to: I shall face that fact that I can't stay skinny forever. Dangnabbit.
Monday, June 19, 2006
Chips won't be working here in Makati anymore. He's now a Unionbanker. And he'll be stationed in their head office at Ortigas. Lucky lucky. He lives like 10 minutes away. So I'll be driving myself to Makati everyday now. I'll have to brave the Edsa traffic alone. Good thing I actually like driving.
I have lots of paperwork to do. I hate paperwork. I need to file my stuff too. I got pages and pages of strategies, old storyboards and summaries piled up in my overhead cabinet. ARG. I need to organize myself. I wish Chips can actually come into our office and organize my stuff for me. He's really good at that. When he leaves his desk after work everyday, it's so clean that you'd think he resigned. It's just the computer, the phone and his mug. Well, maybe I just like organized chaos.
There was this special on the Discovery Channel last night about rollercoasters. I want to be on one. Like a mega big thrilling one. The ones here are puny. I want to ride one that will make my stomach churn and my eyes reel. Like the big wooden ones. Or the ones where you're hung from the rail. Or the ones that drop you almost vertically. I rode one where you were actually standing up. Wow that was such an adrenaline rush. I wish we had one of them big malls that have theme parks inside. I'd love to go there after a stressful day at work. Now only if they'd have these kinds of rides:
Saturday, June 17, 2006
After finishing off the entire 2nd season of Veronica Mars over one weekend, I find no other purpose here at home. All the energy was channelled to my teenage giddiness over Logan Echolls and that whole slew whodunnit suspense. I can't wait for the next season. Spoilers! I actually want spoilers!
Well, I bought a new phone today. For the remainder of the night I will be busying myself with the contacts and pictures that are to be transferred. As I am blogging, I am copying discs and discs of mp3's I borrowed from my officemate. Maybe with this I'll be somewhere close to filling up Eliot. Speaking of Eliot... I need to find a case for him. Like a cystal case or something. Nothing is available here anymore. Everything is for them Videos and Nanos. Poor Eliot. He's getting tired of his silicon skin. It's not very flattering anymore. He needs a makeover.
Well this is such a boring post I think. I'll think of something better to write next time.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
i'm not good with numbers
And yet, I remembered that today marks 5 years and 5 months for the Foz and Chips tandem. In an effort to be amusing and pa-cute in marking this milestone, I started this conversation with him. Do keep in mind that the reason I went into Communications is because I absolutely suck with math. While my boyfriend on the other hand, works as an Account Officer in a bank. Opposites attract, I guess...
"Hun! We're 5.5 years already!"
"Hun, 5.5 means 5 years and 6 months."
"No. It's 5 years and 5 months."
"Kaya nga. You have to divide 5 by 12."
"There are 12 months in a year. So it's 425."
"We can't be 425! You just subtracted a year off of us."
"It's 0.425 hun. We're 5.425"
Isn't it amazing that he's stood by me for this long. Haha.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
tag along a long tag
Before they all accumulate and be too much for my Dory-memory to handle... here I present to you the completed tags that I have been tagged with. Shall I victimize others? Possibly not. It is up to you, reader, if you would like to tag yourself.
The tag of 10 simple pleasures, passed onto me by Neko and Mama Jojo, in no particular order:
1. Walking in a beautiful pair of shoes.
2. A good find in ukay-ukay.
3. Channel [v], because they still play music.
4. Watching good TV shows like CSI:LV & Veronica Mars.
6. A big hug from Chips.
7. Making my mom and dad laugh.
9. Being on a beach.
10. Reading a good book.
The tag of 8 facts/habits/things about yourself, passed on by Apester:
1. I only have on pair of rubber shoes.
2. I can't sleep without a blanket over me. No matter how hot it is.
3. Pencils need to be super sharpened before I can write with them.
4. My watch is worn on my right wrist.
5. I don't believe in iced/cold coffee.
6. I don't like chocolates. The darker it is, the more ick factor.
7. Beer is something I can't stand because of its smell.
8. I tend to stare into space and zone out. And not blink.
The tag of foursomes, passed on by Nio:
Four jobs I've had in my life:
1. Account Manager, Ace Saatchi & Saatchi.
2. Design artist for my dad's golf tournaments (if this counts).
3. Being a student.
4. Being a human being.
Four films I can watch over and over again:
1. Equilibrium. Christian Bale. Yum.
2. Robin Hood, Men in Tights.
3. House of Flying Daggers.
Four places I have lived:
1. Quezon City (since birth)
2. Toronto, Ontario (when in Canada)
3. Days Hotel (when driving around in the US)
4. Lola's house in Dingras (when in Ilocos)
Four TV programs I love to watch:
2. Veronica Mars
4. America's Next Top Model
Four places to visit if have money:
4. Europe on the Da Vinci Tour
Four websites I visit daily:
3. Yahoo mail
Four of my favorite foods:
1. Bacon (can't miss a list)
2. Batac empanada
3. KFC Chicken with overflowing gravy
4. Schublig sausages (grilled)
Four places I would rather be:
2. A big library
3. On a nice comfy bed
4. Chatuchak Market
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Apologize to everyone for not updating in days. It's been hell in the office for the past month, getting ready for this big presentation to P&G. We're greatful that it went smoothly, and that all the overtimes have paid off. Client was very pleased with the results of the meeting. Now I'm in the Singapore Changi airport, waiting for our flight to board for Manila. Yes, I've been that busy that I haven't even gotten the chance to blog about going out of the country!
I've been here since Sunday. Our presentation was yesterday. This morning, I was last-minute shopping all over Orchard Road. God I'm so tired. I can't wait to get home and sleep. Although I'll miss the very comfy king-sized bed at the hotel. Plus the neverending supply of bacon during breakfast. I brought the colorplash camera, and I hope I have good pics.
This airport is so cool. They have these free internet booths near the gates. And they have so many stores. It's a shame I spent all my money (hehe). Anyways, this will be a haphazard post. I only have less than 15 minutes to this unit.
Cheers, will post a better note on this when I get back home.
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