Hunger and Thirst

..or is it thirst and hunger?

Losing a dart match really is a smack down today, coupled with being a forgetful twit on siomai orders, sms-miscommunication oceans, getting the wrong shirt, ganging up on the repetitive nature of 'the office', and yes, 'relationships' (per se).

At the end of the workday though, it is surmised that everything from love to sanity, revolves around the whims of the stomach.

After 6 chocolate bars, I guess I could say, "gutom lang yan".

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more after eating

Miss Yapity

I miss writing yapity things, especially when our IT guys in the office have a weird sense of blocking websites. Block this, block that this time. Access this, access that sometimes. So the times I write, there's blogger being loaded.


Say hello to a hundred characters in my head, this is your writing persona 'writing'. What I'm doing now is not so uncommonly different, but weird for my 'the office' mates. In my world, I'd say they're either weird, or plain flat heads. How could not talking to oneself be not a joy when you can appease yourself and enjoy the whole nature of your persona. Apart from being the sole 'loner' in our team, I'm quite annoyed sometimes when I'm being bugged when I'm either focusing on sound tripping, surfing for photos in the web, ym-ing, or what. Please. Don't bug people because you can't find anything to do, or you can't please yourself. Bug me when you need some work from me, not when I'm in my enjoying-my-life zone.

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I'm cutting my yaps short. I'm heading to Anawangin, Zambales tonight to take pristine photos of the place. My head is focused on experience sunny weather up northwest deep in the storm.