He is so fucking hot even at his age. That James Purefoy.

Why am I so easily attracted to older men?

I guess I have reason to believe I am an old soul, like what he says.

I’d like to post a picture of me with the fugliness that was during this depressing moment of my life but self-preservation rules otherwise. Therefore, for your personal entertainment at my expense, read my blogpost about it here.

I mean, come on, how can the Philippine government not spend some money on developing a site that is functional and would actually entice you to visit the country? 

It is so fucking depressing. Compare it to Malaysia’s. It’s not even about having so much money to promote the country’s tourist spots on tri-media or, if we have tourist spots to brag about at all (which of course, we do). It’ll cost less if you do it online and JEZUS, the first thing you need to do is to BUILD A FUCKING WEBSITE.  The Internet is so ubiquitous it’s the first thing tourists will look at! Besides your little social media marketing plan has made its impact already. And yet we don’t have a decent site to promote the country?

This is so fucking depressing.

Jesus Christ, DOT, please do something about it. There’s nothing fun in the Philippines if you’re doing it that way.

Anyway, I’m just gonna do some itinerary for our Malaysia trip.

• Today I had a presentation to our CEO and President.
• Later on in the afternoon, his Executive Assistant dropped by my cubicle to tell me a suggestion he has, which to me is reasonable, except that the execution he’s thinking of seems a bit ridiculous, if not of stone-age era. What’s more awkward was probably that my face said what my mind was thinking. And so he said, “you might just brush it off and think it’s ridiculous.” Which it was really, to a certain extent. But I gotta manage him, especially when he sighed as if the world was on his shoulders and that suggestion was like a matter of life and death.
• I think I did good, maybe even remarkably good. My boss was happy about it. I never realized how much work has been put into all these things until I saw what 2011 was like. Mayhem, I tell yah. 2012 doesn’t seem to be any better.
• C and I talked about what we learned about last Friday. But not yet L. While we may not be sure if that was for realz, I think it made matters worse. They didn’t like him before. Now they hated him. I, on the other hand, though can’t believe the chismis yet. Because if there was one, she is is ultra trusting. She shouldn’t be. And he should have told me. He’s not dropping any hints but Imma fish it soon. I hope he gives in. In any case, I’m okay.

Image: My boss’s new year greeting. I’m such a sucker for these. They make me feel loved and appreciated. I have issues. LOLWHUT.

My freakintastic 2011 year-ender blog. Haha. I know, I know. It’s late. And it’s crappy, too. HAHAHAHA.

Anyway, Happy new year, guys! I hope January is treating you well. :) And to all my followers, old and new, mwahugs. Thank you for being part of my 2011. Let’s make our 2012 awesome! =D

hilarion:

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That Doom costume. Also Weapon X.

Definitely part of my bucket list! 

Uhhh, if she doesn’t see the awesome guy that you are, don’t wait. Screw her. Don’t play like you owe it to her. You deserve more than that bitch.

There’s a thin thin line between desperation and determination.

I’ve always relied on the belief that I am pretty. Look, I’m not saying I can be a model. All I’m saying is, on a scale of 1-10, I’m probably an 8 - just a little above above average. 

You’d probably stop reading this now and hate me for such a big ego that I have but I’m not telling you this to convince you that I am [pretty]. It’s just that I believe I am, as much as I believe I am fat. In essence, a declaration of an observation.

Anyway, moving on.

So this belief wasn’t really just fueled by the fact that I’m the only one thinking of it. Naturally, every now and then, I’d get stares and check-outs from men (of course, a lot of them, old yucky men) but more often, it would come inadvertently or not, from people around me. Such as when I tell them that I’m an SSB/ NBSB, they would not believe, or sometimes, just people simply telling me that I am pretty or my nose, my eyes, my dimple, whatever.

In any case, that isn’t the point of this blog post. Since I think I am pretty (which is passable only to some people’s standards), I’ve always relied on it as my advantage over other women or girls. I make harsh comments on girls who try to flirt with my crushes or my friends’ crushes or women I just hate for whatever they’re worth. 

And as such, I would always think that I’d end up getting a guy just because I’m prettier than the average Jane. After all, when I was younger, I would always end up with two guys fighting over me or a guy I like liking me back because as Arthur would say, I’m a natural flirt. And with that, he means it maybe not my intention to flirt around but I’m doing it anyway without me knowing I’m already doing it so in the end, they (guys) think I’m flirting and end up falling into the booby trap. 

But that doesn’t always work out that way nowadays, right? 

I don’t always get the guy or make the guy think about liking me. 

Which sucks, needless to say, because I like to get what I want. I don’t accept defeat that well.

I’m not sure really if it’s just the fact that I’ve gotten sooooo fat now that’s the reason or is it just really because he’s not into me - period. I’ve tried reasoning the way I know: “but I don’t see someone pretty enough in their office.” PATHETIC.

Well, anyway, it’s just a crush. And I don’t even know if he’s really not into me or whatever.

Jeez. I wrote too much about my inexplicably stupid theories in life.

navleen:

I want to think that I will find someone I am attracted to in every way. Don’t get me wrong; he doesn’t have to be Alexander Skarsgard or anything. In fact, I’m not too comfortable dating a guy who is prettier than me. But I want to find someone who makes my heart skip a little when he smiles at me and shiver when he kisses my neck, someone who knows how to cook one great dish, who will drop whatever he’s doing to pick me up at the airport, who’s witty as hell, with excellent taste in music and movies, an endless passion for life, and a huge, huge heart that he isn’t afraid to share with me. And maybe he will come with a receding hairline or really hairy feet, but I will love him for it and he will love my waffle addiction and the bump in my nose, and it won’t matter because he will be kind and want to stay in bed with me for hours on a Saturday morning. 

But for the record, if you’re reading this, Alexander Skarsgard - I would never turn you down. Call me.

Replace Skarsgard with Ryan Gosling and we are basically looking for the same man.

To be honest, (shit, did I just start my sentence with that?) I’m scared of ending up together with a man prettier than me. I’m too insecure I guess and I feel like he’s gonna cheat on me every chance he gets with a prettier girl. But yeah, there, I spilled the beans.

But you see, what sucks is, I still have my standards. Naturally, I would never go out with someone who’s not ~cute~ (at least for my taste) and trust me, that cuteness scale isn’t that high. So, why am I still fucking single? Because well, I don’t know. I guess I haven’t found the guy mentioned above. Or maybe I have, I just haven’t realized it yet or, maybe he hasn’t. 

Also, please love me and my flabby arms, bungisngis self and sometimes ugly self.

It’s a girl thing. We don’t like starting the conversation because we like to feel like you want to talk to us. We like to feel like the wait was worth something. We like feeling like you’ve waited for us like we’ve waited for you. But the number one reason we hate talking first is because we hate to seem needy or clingy. That’s why we’re scared. Cause to us, being needy and obsessive just pushes guys away. And no girl wants that.

I’ll tell you something about a book I’ve read entitled, The Rules, it says there, a girl must always pretend not to like a guy if she wants to get him. In fact, she must always treat every guy, the guy she likes included, as if she doesn’t like any of them. Treat the guy she likes as if he were the guy he doesn’t like. Never be the one to say hi, not even a hello, not to start a smile or a conversation.

Never ask him out for a coffee, not to a meeting over lunch (yeah, apparently guys have figured us all out, women. A meeting to spill over lunch. They’ve known as quite that much, us masking romance with work and the power/ authority we wield against them or at least, some of us do), never ask him out to a movie or a concert you conveniently have two tickets to, just never. Don’t do anything that’ll give you away. 

Men like challenges. Love challenges. And if you’ve been to easy, or have made all the effort, it’d be easier for them to regard you as someone they didn’t work hard for, and someone, or maybe even something they can easily let go.

At least, this was what the book said. While I find it full of crap and bullshit, I hate to say it does somehow, makes sense.

And oh, quit asking your guy friends if it’s ok for them if the girls do the move cause while they may say that it is totally fine, subconsciously, the way they regard women who do, it’s actually not.