IT ENDED BAD, BUT I LOVE WHAT WE STARTED.

November 19, 2006 at 5:05 am | Filed under breaking up the girl, technicolor lover, the single girl phenomenon

I don’t want to wax emoetic over the fact that D just dumped me last night, three hours before my shift for work. Boyfriend is in Galera right now, and after two days of being incommunicado, he finally texts me. What we had was awesome, but hey, let’s stop blah blah blah. I told him I always kept my end of the bargain (kinda), and that I respect his decision, but I’m not about to be friends with him.

And that I don’t know which is sadder: the possibility of me never having good sex again, or that I’ve finally lost him :cute:. But enough about that. Let’s quote one of my favorite break-up songs: LiLo’s Over (by the way, I’ve reconstructed my Oh Well— WHAT WASTED UNCONDTIONAL LOVE!— playlist to include some RnB songs for major heartbreak. Oh why did I have to fall for a man who listens to RnB).

I watch the walls around me crumble, but it’s not like I won’t build them up again.

I realized over coffee, cigarettes, and the Oh Well playlist that I’m capable of getting even without getting mad first. In a demented and masochistic way, of course. Running to his ex and spilling the beans (oh, did I mention? They broke up last week) isn’t something I’d do— that’s, like, totally B-class you-slept-with-my-boyfriend-you-slut! drama; and I’m all for the bitch-slut-whore-you-slept-with-my-friend!!! kind of thing. B+ drama, what’s up.

In other news, I fell down the stairs last Thursday and sort of sprained my lower back and my left arm. The new boytoy and I were supposed to go out for drinks Friday night, but I was too plastered from lunch (I kidnapped one of my co-workers and made it my mission to turn her into a Southern version of me. Translation: Project “Let’s Make Vida An Alcoholic”. We started drinking at 12 noon) and had to take a nap to prep myself for another night of fun social casualties. I woke up Friday night with MAJOR CHILLS, like mehn, my teeth hurt so much from chattering non-stop for two hours.

The spoiled brat in me kicked in— boytoy offered to take me to the hospital the next day (after WE have OUR car carwashed), which turned into “Do you want me to bring you to the hospital right now?”, to which I replied with an “Are you fucking kidding me, can’t you see it HURTS to even move my toes right now???”

He got me out of my miniskirt and put me in sweats, socks, and his jacket. Basically, his “I’m gonna rape you tonight” statement turned into “I’m getting you medicine, and you better eat something”.

Oh, and I’m at work. I refuse to take more paracetamol and mefenamic acid, because I am aiming for the clinic to send me home by lunch. So I can sit in my Vortex, smoke a pack of Marlboro Reds, and listen to the Oh Well playlist.

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WHERE MAGIC HAS YET TO HAPPEN.

November 5, 2006 at 1:31 pm | Filed under joyful girl, photos, totally domestic

What’s up, photos of my new room.

Wooden floors! <3

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AWWWW.

October 26, 2006 at 10:21 pm | Filed under joyful girl, the internets

Thank you, Mara, for the e-mail.

From an isangsikreto entry:

Go to my LJ and check out the “she’s totally awesome” component on my layout.

Dude, I, like, miss being an LJ Celebrity or whatever.

OKAY, SO I’M OFF TO SUBMIT ANNA BERDAN’S PHOTO TO SOME MAIL-TO-ORDER BRIDE SITE. CHEERS!

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LET’S FUCK UP OUR HIRING PROCESS!

October 22, 2006 at 9:10 pm | Filed under a waste of human capital, bitchin' a ride

Here’s a story.

A girl, let’s call her Helga, decided some weeks ago to leave the company in which she is currently employed at, in search of a better bigger paycheck. Her friend, let’s call him Drew, referred her and anoher friend (let’s call her Allah) to the company he works for. Let’s call this company Company S.U.WTF. (S for suxxorz, U for Unprofessional, and WTF for Whiskey Tango Foxtrot).

Now Company S.U.WTF. first called Allah, and to make a sad story short, she was not hired.

Company S.U.WTF. called in Helga for an initial interview with Recruiting, and was set up with a FINAL interview with one of the department heads. And then Company S.U.WTF. called up Helga while she was at the beach last weekend, scheduling ANOTHER FINAL interview with the same dude who interviewed her.

She shows up at Company S.U.WTF., was met by a confused man: Didn’t I interview you already?

Helga: Yes, but S—y called me up last Monday and set me up with a final interview?

Helga was told to sit in some teeny-weeny office (a cubicle, more like it) and waited for a lifetime (okay, so it was about 10 minutes, but when you’re doing nothing— just staring at photos and certificates, it does seem like a fucking lifetime. I was half expecting for my grandkids to call me up for a visit), and then was told he (Department Head Man) would see her in 10-15 minutes, and she could go down for a smoke if she wanted to. She does. She comes back, runs into Department Head Man as she steps out of the elevator.

Department Head Man apologizes, says the HR department will be contacting her to finalize her employment.

Helga: So I’m hired?

DHM: Yes.

So Helga was hired right outside the elevator lobby. Whoop-de-do! She goes home, and at 8am, the HR department of Company S.U.WTF. calls her up to schedule a 2pm contract signing.

Helga goes back to Company S.U.WTF., signs the contract, drafts her resignation letter, and celebrates by watching House on DVD while eating cracker crumbs and pancit canton. She would start working for Company S.U.WTF. on November 20.

Saturday night, she wakes up, checks her phone for messages and finds that someone with a Sun Cellular number texted her. So management decided to cancel hiring for the November 20 date and would resume hiring NEXT year, January. NEVERFUCKINGMIND that contracts have been signed, resignations announced, resignations drafted, moms and bosses and co-workers informed— Helga was fired even before she has started her training for Company S.U.WTF. Oh, and they’d call her next year.

Helga’s mom is asking for her copy of the contract, so Helga and Helga’s mom could consult a lawyer.

This song is so cool.

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UNFABULOUSNESS

October 14, 2006 at 9:01 pm | Filed under joyful girl, photos

Look, I have photos :shocked:

First five photos taken during the Milenyo Fifth-Floor Party.

Look at how cute Anna is :D

Do NOT mind the guy with the peace signs.

Anna: OMG, what did we ever do to deserve this???

How very unfabulous :hmph:

I don’t know why this photo’s size is different from the rest. But ANYWHORES, I wasn’t drunk yet. I was just resting my legs.

:blank::blank::blank:

And OMG, it’s been ages since: Meatshop photos!

Biceps, biceps, hide your fat biceps.

Duck lips and Mother Nature.

Anna has the same smile in ALL the photos.

I was seriously drunk by the time this shot was taken.

I have the most bullshit internet connection right now. 

So I really should get some sleep, since I have to be up before six am tomorrow. I need to pack, get my laundry when the washers open at six am, and then be at the bus station to meet with the best friend and the co-worker. Galera weekend, baby. I don’t care if I’m obese. I’ve been eating the whole day (who the hell can resist flaming chicken wings???), and with the way the weather’s going, I’m pretty sure we’re gonna end up in parkas while glugging down rum and dropping Vis. Sounds like a weekend!

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