SASSY TWO SOCKS

Sad

2009-11-30T18:03:00.004-08:00

I have been typing and deleting. I cannot find the words to say just how sad i feel over the destruction left by the typhoon that recently visited the Philippines. We still do not have electricity in our place, but some people lost more even everything that they have worked for.

Let us pray that the typhoon that they are expecting this week(yes another one) will not affect the country severely.

Let us do everything we can to rebuild.

Appropriate Quote

2009-11-30T18:03:00.003-08:00

As elections draw near, it is good to ponder on this quote for the day

Politics: A strife of interests masquerading as a contest of principles. The conduct of public affairs for private advantage.

Ambrose Bierce (1842-1914)

VOTE WISELY!

Realization...

2009-11-30T18:03:00.002-08:00

In a few days...it is the -ber months once again....

...Meaning this year draws to a close

and

I have not found what I am looking for.

I have not done what I wanted to really do

and oh well...

Wasting my Time ...

2009-11-30T18:03:00.001-08:00

I have so many things to do. I can think of more than one thing that needs my attention, and all of them are things that are related to my jobs. I often end up sidetracked by the internet (facebook, twitter, fanfiction top the list of culprits, ofcourse), by tv and other stuff that may affect productivity really bad. In the end, I do get the jobs done by cramming them.

2 nights ago, we were watching ABS-CBN's Kalye. What struck me the most was the feature on those park traffic helpers in eme in Quezon which is considered the fastest access route to Bicol. For one, it is a very dangerous job because eme is the most dangerous street in the Philippines since it is carved from the mountains and said to be spelling eme in script, hence, the name. With its elevated terrain and how it can only accommodate one car at a time, it has been a place where a lot of accidents have happened. The traffic helpers are not even official government workers. The only pay they get is from the coins tossed by motorists.

There was a guy whose shift started from 6am and by 9am, he only has 9pesos in his can. I felt mortified. I realized that if I work for three hours I get so much more than 9pesos. Still, I end up stalling sometimes. Even if I am more comfortably seated in front of the computers, I feel lazy while these traffic helpers are out under the heat of the sun standing in dangerous spots just to earn some bucks. I should be ashamed of myself.

I am trying to grapple with the message from this. I am thankful for having two jobs that I can juggle. I am thankful for the opportunities coming my way. I am thankful for everything.

May i not squander my time that much anymore. May I also reach out to help those that I can.

long time no blog

2009-11-30T18:03:00.000-08:00

It has been a long time....

too busy to write...

too addicted to twitter...

too restless to write...

...bottom line is will write soon.

Our house

2009-11-30T18:01:00.006-08:00

Our house was almost robbed. Two nights ago, I slept rather early because I was not feeling well. Then I was suddenly roused from stupor by a bang of something hitting the roof. It was unusually loud. Nothing was able to get me up from bed faster than that. I am such a heavy sleeper. The whole house could be awaken by the alarm, heck even the neighbors and even by an earthquake but not me. I was not sure what the sound was but i had a sneaking suspicion that i have to get up and turn on all the lights. I did just that and went down to take some medicine. I happened to turn on the tv then decided to watch a movie on HBO. I went back to bed after two hours only to be awoken by my mother asking me if there was by chance that I opened the cabinet of linens that was near the window. I said no. We later realized that someone seemed to have forcibly opened the window and even trying to get through. We put two and two together...These days, I feel as though, I am watching my back at all times. I have nothing to say really. I have no profound words because I do not want to verbalize just how much I feel and what I think at this point.

Distractions

2009-11-30T18:01:00.005-08:00

The thing about having unlimited broadband wireless internetat home is that while there are a lot of things that needs to be done on the computer, the distraction is too strong to resist. There is always something more interesting to read or watch on the net. I know that I can even be more productive than I really am at this point have I not been sidetracked most of the time. I am considering pulling the plug off the router too many times, but I like surfing too much. I guess I need to discipline myself.I guess I should really follow a very strict schedule. That should work. Until then...there is a new chapter of my favorite fan fictions every day or so.

Good Ideas

2009-11-30T18:01:00.004-08:00

Something about possibilities excite me. The minting of new ideas and the brimming cup of all good things that may come to pass are simply wonderful. It takes someone out of the mundane day to day existence. Best of all, possibilities give one a chance to hope for a change, for a hope for something better to come our way.

Since the possibilities are endless, let it serve as stars to light the dark night sky of our lives.

favorite book

2009-11-30T18:01:00.003-08:00

I enjoyed reading Pride and Prejudice. I first read it when a friend lent it to me. Over the years, I was not able to give it back to her. (i hope that i get to see her one day so that I can return it to her.) A few weeks ago, I was able to buy my own copy. I am so glad because it is such a steal at only 99.00 pesos. I also have not seen the film in its entirety. I bought the disc but has not find the time to watch it. I am just happy that I now have my own book. =)

last router update hopefully

2009-11-30T18:01:00.002-08:00

router is up and running and yes, without a password...good news is i was able to reset it. thank God!

router updates

2009-11-30T18:01:00.001-08:00

still haven't found enough courage to retry using the router....

i have some definite ideas on how to get it back to working condition...but i have not found the right disposition to tinker...it seems that plug and plays can be confusing too.

signing off...got some work to do....

Untitled

2009-11-30T18:00:00.000-08:00

Last night, I tried putting a password to access the wireless internet at home. I think it can be accessed by anyone within a distance from the house, and i often got notices that I should put a password. Last night, I tried, but I ended up messing up everything. For some reason, I could not connect to the internet anymore with that connection. I was thinking I messed up and inadvertently clicked something in the process of assigning a password. I was so heart broken and upset because I could not use the internet. This morning, i needed to email some stuff, so I decided to just connect the internet directly to my computer. This gave me a headache, as well. I could not get an internet connection. After a long time of talking to an online representative of my internet service provider, I finally saw the internet signal at the bottom of my screen. I was glad I had internet access once again. The sad part is that the router has afforded me with freedom to work in any part of the house with internet access. It also cleared off some space on my table. I do not know what to do....my hunch is I would need to unistall the router settings from my computer then install it again...what a big hassle really, but for now, i have to do with not being wireless...

tasteless encounters of the trashy kind

2008-12-05T07:01:00.002-08:00

Do you ever get a compliment from someone who has absolutely no taste at all??? Perhaps someone you'd even call "trashy"??? Well, it's seriously causing me a giant mindfuck right now.

Let me first say that I pride myself on my fashion sense. I love my clothes. They define me. Literally. I love putting together the perfect, well-balanced outfit. Just like art and design, an outfit should be balanced in color, shape, fit and exude the "look" you are going for. Part of having a fashion sense is knowing what that "look " is and how you're going to pull it off without seemingly trying too hard. I'm sure ...love Maegan would understand what I'm saying here. I enjoy this part of my day. Usually I visualize an outfit before I put it on. On occassion, I have a bad day and nothing I own fits right or "feels" right and I try on like 20 outfits. You all know what I'm talking about. My friends and family will tell you that, with the occassional exception*, I am dressed to kill. Every day. Of. My. Life.

The other day a stranger on the elevator complimented me on my gloves, which are the cute knit kind with the fingertips missing. They are not the truck driver fingerless kind, or the homeless person fingerless kind. I wear them so i can use my iPhone's touchscreen when I'm wearing the gloves. Also, sometimes it's chilly outside but not freezing enough for fingered gloves, and when I carry my iced Venti unsweetened green tea, I need something to keep my hands from freezing off. Anyway, so this lady has blond hair with like 5 inches of roots showing, is wearing an oversized, worn, old, nasty men's leather jacket, a plain ill-fitting black skirt, and GET THIS, black stockings with open-toed shoes! In December! ARGH. I'd shoot myself in the head before I wore something like this.

So this woman compliments me. What the hell am I supposed to think? If SHE likes my gloves, should I throw them away? Give them to goodwill? Burn them in an seance offering to the God of Tackiness? This is like a car salesman telling a meat packager that he likes the way he covers his salami. It makes no sense. Now I like a good compliment, and I'll retort with a swift "why, thank you!". But I prefer these compliments to come from people who's taste I respect, like, can appreciate, whatever. Now you probably think I'm a whiner or that I'm asking for too much. But I think not! By her complimenting my gloves, she's was basically insulting me! Saying that SHE would wear my gloves, which means that they are tainted and tasteless. That, people, is a serious blow to my fashionistical (?) mind and soul. God save my wardrobe. Amen.

*occassional exceptions include the "so called" cut-off jean shorts my BFF claims I wore the day we met (which is a total lie), a seethrough orange flowy fairy-like top with lots of sporatic sequins (which I still own), too-tight white jeans that showed off the cellulite, a brief obsession in the 7th grade with a Luke Perry 90210 t-shirt, and once I wore a sweater with a gaping hole in the armpit because I didn't know it was there. I encourage any friends and family that read this blog to add to this list if I've forgotten anything.

I kick ass, apparently

2008-12-05T07:01:00.001-08:00

For those of you who think my Ode to the Lychee Nut was an attempt to suck up toMartini Mom... well, you might be right. Because she gave me this kick ass award, so it must be more than a coincidence.

Here are Martini Mom's rules for this award:

1. Do five jumping jacks
2. Balance on one foot.
3. Call a friend to say hi.
4. Take a hot bath.
5. Hug your kid.

Since I don't have a kid and I prefer not to stew in my own hot filth, I'm following suit with her 7 random facts about me that you probably don't want to know:

1. I love Christmas music, more than I should. If I could listen to holiday music 24 hours a day, from Thanksgiving to Christmas, I would. I honestly can't say why I love it so much. It's probably rooted in nostalgia, and the fact that I can sing along to every song. Mr. T despises this about me, to the point that if he'd discovered this before falling in love with me, we may not be getting married in two months. And add to this the fact that I'm an astronomically horrible singer, the poor guy has to listen to me singing along to Christmas music at full volume for the next month. It's so bad that even our cat, Hermione, runs away from me when I get going.

2. I once choreographed and performed a full dance routine to Britney's "I'm a Slave", and performed it in front of 50+ people. It was for a Halloween party, and four of us performed the routine. My costume that year was Britney Spears, so naturally I was clad in porno heals, fishnets, short shorts, and a boobalicious gurdle that pushed the girls up. There's something so ~~disturbing~~ fun about ~~believing~~ pretending to be a rockstar. (I am actively searching for pictures of this, so I'll post them if they surface).

4. I once bought an adult-size footsie pajama suit and wore it around for Thanksgiving day. While searching online for this outfit, I discovered a world of adult baby fetishes--- giant baby bottles, adult diapers, mommy services, and all. Ew. I would advise against seeking this out, even for a laugh. The cause of my adult baby suit was purely to make fun of my future-bro-in-law, who had a favorite green "sack" that he lounged around the house in. Every time his (ex)wife tried to give it away to goodwill, he'd sneak it back out. I looked like a giant blue teletubbie, but boy was I toasty.

I skipped #3, you say? Oh yeah, and I'm really impatient, too. We'll get back to #3.

5. I hate being drunk. There, I said it. But I like drinking. Please note the difference.

3. I'm an anal retentive planner. I guest blogged a while back at Wicked Witch of the Web, in a two part series (Part 1, Part 2), where I referred to myself as the Wicked Bitch of the Web. I was really pissed off shortly after writing these because I discovered Getting Things Done, and realized that I've been living GTD my whole life and if I'd beaten this guy to the punch I could be rich just for being a crazed lunatic.

6. When I was 14 I ate so much on Thanksgiving day that I threw up in my grandma's bathroom.

7. My parents decided to name me after misreading a tombstone in the Vermont sticks where I grew up, and my dad was admittedly stoned. The full story was only disclosed to me once I was in my 20's. I think they didn't want to pay for the therapy that would have been needed. Now that I'm an adult, I have to pay for my own therapy.

So, there it is.

Please refrain from telling me if the above list causes you to stop reading this blog.

Thanks again, Moms!

I would eat your arm right now if I could

2008-12-05T07:00:00.000-08:00

I'm ravenous. Starving. And bitchy.

I feel like a flesh-eating zombie, walking around with nothing in my head but thoughts of how I will get my next meal. I would rip apart walls, chainsaw you to pieces, or trample my fellow zombies just for a bite of mac'n'cheese right now. Or even a piece of carrot cake with cream cheese frosting. Or a slice of pizza. Even crappy cardboard-crust pizza. Just something with gooey melted cheese.

Why would I subject myself to such torture you ask? I am getting married in 6 weeks and want to be skinny. Unlike most brides who want to be skinny so all their guests will be jealous and fawn over them, I want to be skinny for the pictures, so that when I look back 3o or 40 years from now, and I'm old and wrinkly, I can say, " damn, I looked good!"

Mr. T and I are going to Mexico, just the two of us. I'd say we're eloping, but we got the parental "ok" to do it alone. Let me just say how AWE-SOME it is to not have to stress about a reception, guest lists, registries, a big wedding gown, the cost!, and everything else that goes along with a full blown wedding. It just isn't me. Never has been. And I couldn't be happier to be doing it alone, away from home, and on a beach. (Plus, I have a secret fear that I'll start cracking up and laughing hysterically during the vows.) BUT! we'll be in Mexico. So I can't be looking all post-holiday puffy like everyone else. So I'm back on the Points.

Yup. Weight Watcher Points. They are perfect for me, because I like structure, but not too much structure. I can eat what I want, but only within a strict daily budget. It really works for me. I lost about 20 pounds over the last year doing it. But I gained a few back these past few weeks, and now I need to get that off, and say... another 10 pounds by January 15. Here's hoping.

I'm getting a personal trainer for the next 6 weeks. My first session is Saturday. I specifically told the trainer that I want an ass kicking, that I want her to keep pushing me even if I'm crying and face-flat on the floor, that I want her to ravage me, and call me a cry-baby and drive me into the ground until I die. It may end up being a bit reminiscent ofSuch a Pretty Fat, but who knows... maybe I'll get some good blog material out of it...

THE DAILY SASS:
"Because what good is finally being able to afford a pedicure if I lose a foot to adult onset diabetes?" --- Jen Lancaster

[click here] if you want to nail a hippie chick; oh, and Daniel Craig has rocked my world (again)

2008-12-05T06:59:00.000-08:00

DISCLAIMER: Let me just say that I am no hippie. So this is not a step by step plan to get into my pants. I have no problem with hippies, but I find dreadlocks and hairy armpits disgusting. Oh, and pachouli makes me want to throw up. However, my parents used to be oober-hippies. My mom was the first one to burn her bra in highschool, and my dad grew his own weed. When I was born, we lived in the middle of Vermont with no electricity, my mom churned her own butter, I was forced to eat lots of tofu and carob, I drove a tractor at the age of 2, and my dad had a beard down to his bellybutton. THANK GOD they wised up and moved to civilization (Western Massachusetts) when I was 3 years old. I think in some twisted way this upbringing (though I don't remember much) is what brought me to NYC, where I belong, because I fit in so much better with other materialists, fashionistas, and assorted snobs.

But for those of you who dig a little extra hair or flair, this if for you. Got granola fever? Well, rest assured, I'm here to help. If you want to learn how to "get horizontally tangled with a sexy flower child", read on.

I've boiled it down for you:

1. "Be one" with the hippie. You must become one to bang one.

2. Start listening to Jam Bands or any sort of music that incorporates a lot of hand drumming.

3. Talk about every music festival that you went to over the summer and how awesome it were (even if you didn't go to any).

4. Become a raging liberal, teetering on the edge of communism.

5. Change your college major to Environmental Sciences or Ancient Eastern Philosophy and become a registered member of World Wildlife Fund.

6. Make sure that you always have lots of drugs (of varying kinds).

7. Buy a weird looking dog and give it a really strange name.

8. Start playing Ultimate Frisbee, and stop wearing shoes.

I think this about sums it up. I hope all of my hippie-chick-pining fans out there are happy.

I try not to recycle, but....

2008-12-05T06:56:00.000-08:00

My friendie, Blogging Matilda, posted this and I couldn't NOT post it here too. It's just that good. And it falls perfectly into my favorite (superlative?) category of seeing people fall on their faces. Don't let this video fool you, watch it to the end. Her dancing, which includes her rolling around the floor, is not the best part.

THE DAILY SASS: "I'd totally let Tony Soprano fuck me. But only if he called me a whore..." - anonymous friend