I just wanted to make a post. For posterity’s sake.

Also, hello to my new followers. Kiss.

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 was trying to clean up some of the stuff I pasted and typed on my Google Sidebar and found this quote. I know I had it a long, long time ago but never got around to using it for whatever purpose I have thought of when I first saw it and copy-pasted it.

It’s so beautiful though. I wish I’d feel this way soon.

Yeah, I mis-typed well on my twitter account. Found someone who wanted to have it as a tat and boy, is that such a long quote to have on your body.

“I could follow you to the beginning, just to relive the start, and maybe then, we’ll remember to slow down on all of our favorite parts.”

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

delacroix:

Me too. And, more than that, I’m sick of the people using it.

Women are told almost constantly—by the media, the government, and the overall attitude of society—that our bodies don’t fucking belong to us. The mythical friendzone is just another way for misogynists to enforce that idea while getting to play the victim.

It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.

But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.

And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy.

God bless this post.

It’s a fucking circus - liking someone, falling in love (unrequitedly that is), and then getting your heart broken. We all gotta suffer from it, don’t you think? It’s how the world works. That’s for God’s entertainment. So don’t blame girls for friendzoning you. It works both ends.

And yeah, while I cringe every single time my work crush uses the phrase “between the two of us - as friends”, I can’t say I still don’t hope for the best, that somehow, one of these days (HOPEFULLY SOON), he’ll fucking realize I’m not just one his guy friends or that I’m not too tomboyish after all or that I’m actually his type.

One day, I’m hoping against all hope, he’ll realize I’m exactly the girl he would love to bring home and introduce to his mom and dad, and siblings; that I’m the girl he’ll be able to share some good laughs with because yeah, to some extent, I may be like one of the guys, but at least I can understand his language and can laugh at him or with him; and that I’m the girl who despite being not too feminine enough, or caring enough, or pretty enough or thin or sexy enough, will always bring him the happies (or at least try to do so).

So until and unless he rejects me outright, I’ll probably still hold on to that hope… Or may be until some guy I like who likes me back comes into the picture.

It’s a lotta fun. NOT.

Presenting the stupidity of the human race. :( Now I need to go back and have this removed. 

I paid for this, okay?