7 days to go

30 Aug

Aside from the daily JO’s and meetings, I have been helping out in the planning for our company’s 35th Anniversary.  Okay, i’m not exactly helping out in the planning, but i’ve been volunteering left and right to do the AVP and practice for the dancing portion of the program.  Both things I suck at, but hey, it’s fun (?), I get to learn a lot as well as meet  interesting people.

We’re 7 days away from the actual event, and I am still yet to fit into my dress.  Come to think of it, I don’t even have shoes for the event yet.  I think it’s time to start panicking.

This is my life right now.  Trying to keep busy, being extremely shallow and caring about useless things.

Gah.  

I gotta look hot next week.

 

Finally, moving out!

19 Aug

I just bought a domain, and I have no clue how to go about it.  Thank God Helga is smart enough to figure it out for me.

Going to start writing the copy for the banner and the “about me” section.  

Wish you were Hair.

12 Jul

You were, still are, will always be good looking.

Even if you can’t grow a Robert Downey beard because “I don’t have hair on my sides”.  But I loved it, I absolutely loved it when you don’t shave for days.  It’s was like dating a rugged, super bad boy geek nerd.  Irony is funny.

But clean shaven, oh dear.  It was a whole new level of handsome.  I don’t know if it appealed to the pedophile in me, or was it because I could see your smile better.  I don’t know.  But damn.  Hot damn.

I remember the time you forgot to get a haircut and your hair was so long and slightly reminicent of Taylor Hanson.  You took a picture of yourself for “documentation”.  I know because I found a copy in my hard drive.

I found it funny when you would always complain that you feel “dirty” whenever your hair grew past your ears.  That’s why when I cut my hair, I was always weary when my hair grew past my ears.

You would consider shaving your hair only when it starts to recede 2 finger lengths after the scar on your forehead.  It runs in your family, you said.  But until that day, the hair stays because you have a “weird shaped head” that is “pointy”.

That’s what she said.  I’m sorry.  I couldn’t help it.

You’ve been combing it the same way since you were in grade school, hence it grows and stays the same way–with or without product.  I’ve always envied that, because my hair has a life of its own.  It’s as moody as I am.  But your hair, your hair stays the same.

Arrested Development 4 and other shit

18 Jun

So it’s kind of bittersweet to watch AR4 alone.  It’s like coming home to an old friend, without your other old friend beside you.  But at this moment, it will suffice.

I’m a little annoyed that there’s no one to explain all the easter-eggs to me.  Like the time I had him draw a diagram to illustrate “Inception”.  Now, I have to google all the bits on information I don’t understand.  I’m actually yet to catch up on “Community” because now I don’t have a pop-culture geek to explain all the meta hirits that I don’t understand.  But, bla bla bla bla.  Here’s a Hawthorne wipe for your tears.

This week has been one of the most challenging in my entire career.  Lots of sleepless nights.  When I do end up drifting off, I end up dreaming about ideas and possible award-winning executions.  I think i’ve finally arrived, you know, career wise.  It’s true.  Hello Advertising.  You have finally managed to eat up my life.

It’s a little lonely.  Not to have a cheering squad of one to back you up when all you want to do is sleep after being awake for more than 24 hours.  It’s a little sad to come home, exhausted, knowing that you’re doing this all for yourself, and not for some bright future you’re building with a special someone.  But the thing is, i’m doing this all for myself.  And that’s good enough for me.

It’s my 6th month evaluation too.  I find out if the company will absorb me into their stressful arms in a week’s time.

Crossing my fingers I get it.  If I don’t, it’s been a good run.  I mean, I was able to wake up every morning for 6 months regardless of what was happening to my personal life (falling apart).  And I’m proud of that.  I’m very very proud of that.

Is the worst part over?  Yes.  It’s over.  Am I ready to start over?  I don’t know.  I do miss having a hand to hold, a shoulder to cry on, an ear to whine to.

One of my good friends, bless his heart (yeah DON i’m looking atchu), after a couple of SMS exchanges, told me:

Ihahanap na nga kita ng boyfriend para may kukulitin ka!

WHAT! I’VE ALWAYS CONSIDERED MYSELF ANNOYINGLY FUNNY.  (does that make sense?) well, WELL.  WELL!  IS IT BECAUSE I TYPE LIKE I’M SHOUTING?!?!

Actually, I don’t need anyone (like, FIRST CASUALLY DATING WISE OK).  I can’t stand the stress, I just can’t.  I don’t have the patience for smiling,  of trying to act impressed (when I’m usually not), the humouring, the fake-laughs.  The “oh no i’m talking about work again” problems (well what else can I talk about, my life has been eaten by work).  I am positive I will run out of conversation topics to present and there will be silence.

Someone who likes silence, even if it’s awkward silence.  The type you just look at and even if you have nothing to say will know that you have nothing to say, and it’s all good.  He too will have nothing to say and it’ll be all good.

We can sit in silence and shake hands for all I care.  That actually sounds pretty fun.  That or the type who will sit with me in a coffee shop to people-bash, you know, like people-watch but instead of just looking, you diss them.  OMG I AM HORRIBLE.

Can’t the universe just manifest me a man (or a boy, heeheehee) with all those qualities?  Implant a Sanya-chip in their brain so I don’t have to go through the whole “getting to know you” stage?  Please? I’m not even asking for excruciatingly good looks (been there, dated that, didn’t work out, so there).

I’LL EVEN THROW IN 3 HANSON RELATD INSULTS! C’mon Universe! That, in exchange for a Sanya-chip implant.  It’s not a bad trade-off right?

Great.  This is why i’m single.  THIS IS WHY I’M SINGLE.

I think it’s time to change.  Stop cringing at pet names (babe!  sweetiecakes! peanut brittle! babybug!) Grow my hair and bust out the pearl earrings once and for all. Be the simple girl very basic boy wants.

Because all of the interesting boys are taken :(

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Here’s a cute shot of me eating with a bit of cleavage taken at a slightly suggestive angle and pose.

Aside

All-nighter tiredness.

13 Jun

“Hey Sanya! Who’s your favorite Superman?”

I am not ready for this question.

So, where’s…?

27 May

Yes, I was asked where my ex was yesterday.

“Nasa Saudi” would’ve been a better answer.  Instead of going through the whole, polite smile, oh, he he he, wait, I need to get something, then being whispered by another friend on what happened.  

Then being told “akala ko talaga, pangmatagalan na kayo”

pause

“Ako rin”

That L-Word

27 May

I hate the rain.

Some people like rain.  I don’t.  Raining means everything will be wet and muddy.  It means that the skies will be dark and everything will be gloomy.

This weekend, it rained.  It did not make me feel better in any way.

So I got out of the house for a quick drive.  Thought I could catch cute college guys in the nearby café, but ended up being surrounded by couples (UGH).  Which got me thinking, and thinking some more, making my weekend all the more depressing.

Fuck love.  Seriously.  I’m glad in works for some people.   If you’re in love and in a perfect relationship…good for you.  Congratulations.  I hope you don’t piss each other off halfway and feel like you’re just in it because you can’t do any better.

Because, in reality, YOU CAN’T.  That is the best you can do.  If you’re thinking that there’s someone out there who will treat you the way you deserve to be treated (you know, like you’re the Ventolin to their asthma).  If you think that there’s someone who will understand you and all your quirks.  Someone who will love you for who you are… HAHAHAHA I hate to break this to you, but no.  No one else will put up with you but the person you are with RIGHT NOW.

So toughen up.  Take all the shit they give you.  Shouting match everyday?  Take it.  Hates holding you hand? Accept it.  Makes fun of you and your passions?  Love them anyway.

Because you’re probably just as bad as they are, and hey.  They’re still there.  Annoying as fuck, but they’re still there.  And they still love you.

So hang on to your bitches, people.  Chances are, you won’t find anyone else.

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