Monday, October 09, 2006

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble, it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labours and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

I've had a trippy stay: bad as in good, heavy as in deep, cosmic as in far-out, high as in clean out of sight.

This astral crash pad is officially closed.

Love, Inner Peace, and Freedom,
TIEPEE :)

Come find me.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

WORD.

I'm sloooowly inching my way to a new home.

Whoa, and yeah. Friendster's prodigal daughter is back.

Yep. I'm psychotic, I know.

Sunday, September 03, 2006

OMFG!!!

Yaaaaay!!! You go, Miguel!!!! :) :) :) TOP 12, BABY!!!

Uy, you guys, vote for this guy every week ha! He's my brother's friend and he's from Zobel as well. Woot woot! And can I just say that he is SO adorable????

YAY YAY YAY!!!!

*Text MIG to 2339 to vote for him sa Finals, 'kay??

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

PANALO

Justice Secretary Raul Gonzalez has picked on the University of the Philippines school system, saying it mainly produces militant protesters and fraternity men and women who run around the campus naked.

Gonzalez pointed to the Oblation run of the APO fraternity as another indication of the kind of students that came from UP.

"I doff my hat to them because they initiate the running of naked people... That's also one kind of culture that they develop there...Maybe we are going in that direction... there are now women running naked. I will not be surprised if they will go to school with only their books, nothing more"

"In every storm that takes place, UP students are in the forefront," he said. "As a matter of fact, our history will show that since the martial law years, students from UP were the ones who went underground and fought the government. In fact, many of them went to China and never came back."

At eto pa pinakamalupit sa lahat:

Asked what school he graduated from, Gonzalez replied: "University of Sto. Tomas... that's why I am well-behaved."

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! 'Langya.

Eh, mawalang galang lang po, 'Lo. Ingat lang ho, baka bumangon sa libing si Ninoy niyan. Tsk.

Sarap pa patulan nung huling pahayag, no? Pero huwag na. May mga kaibigan din naman kasi akong mga taga-USTE. Bwehehe.

*Basahin ang artikulo dito.

Monday, August 21, 2006

Just My Luck

I almost died last week.
Okay, yeah, that was just me being the overdramatic turd that I am. But really, I got the shittiest scare of my life. My heart felt like an extremely high Tommy Lee was drumming on it, I was having chest pains like King Kong was clouting me with his furry paws, and when I had my BP checked, it was 110/90. Fuuuuuuuuuuck.

I mean, I'm anemic. My normal BP's 90/60. I don't even know what that fraction means, but MY numerator has never ever ever gone past 100. I was mighty terrified, which almost prodded me to have a dopey panic attack right there in the office. God!!

I sprained my ankle last week.
You should try going up and down the MRT's stairwells then walk a bajillion miles in fuck-me 3-inch stilettos. (Damn! I now hate, nay, loathe going to Megamall without a car.)

I honestly don't know when and where it happened, but I just found myself wobbling uncomfortably to no end. I gave it my darn best shot, but my varicosed legs and ankles that quite literally took on the form of jello threw in the towel for me.

And so I ended up taking my shoes off on the way home. I dared to walk barefoot--every sense of sanitary sanity completely chucked off my system. When the village guard saw me (read: fraught and shoeless), he gaped like a janitor fish and asked what the fuck happened. All I could offer him was a frown, which made him offer to call the guard service to take me home. I bluntly refused, and assured him that no, I was not mugged or gang-raped or whatever.

I went to work the following day in my animal-print Havs. However fabulous, Havs just do not spell corporate chic. And when I got to the lobby lift, who else was standing there but of course, the Bank's CEO. Dressed in a black, crisp, smart Armani suit. And I...was wearing tsinelas. Way to go!!

I cried in the office (again) last week.
Thank goodness this isn't The Apprentice, else I'd be fired without even having the chance to ham it up in the Boardroom.

I cried as an officemate confirmed she was turning in her resignation letter that day. I cried because just before hearing that news, my pants got drenched in a rain splatter that seemed to be pouring solely on the path I was walking on. I cried because just before I got my pants sopping wet, I caught a glimpse of myself and saw a brutally colossal pimple on my cheek. I cried because it wasn't even 8:30 AM yet and already this avalanche of BS came and blessed me with its pong.

I realized I still have heaps of teenage angst against my Dad.
I don't know if he has gone irretrievably mad, or if this is a case of someone living a second childhood, or god forbid, a way of 'reaching out to bridge the age gap between parent and child'. (I suspect he now watches Oprah, and actually takes Dr. Phil seriously.) Either way, this entire thing is emphatically grotesque and I cannot help it that suicide on my part comes to mind when I delve deeper into his past and try to psychoanalyze why he is what he is.

Picture this: He had his cartilage & three other holes on his earlobe pierced. He now paints his nails black. He comes home with the unmistakable stench of beer/smoke/cheap women filling my lungs, then proceeds to vomit audibly and uncontrollably. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

Mum often asks me where my compassion is. Well. Tough question. Although, I'm sure it's still in here somewhere--buried under the collective debris of anger, and hatred, and suppressed urges of wringing his neck with my bare hands.

I miss my Mum. Terribly.

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Okay. So I had an exigent week. Enough bitching. Ohm. Ohm. Ohm. Ohmmmmm.

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Random Sheeite:

* Hey, you guys should go BUY Kami nAPO Muna, which is this tribute album to, duh, the Apo Hiking Society. Yes, that's BUY, not download. Sige na, pag OPM, wag na pirated. Pag foreign, ok lang. HAHAHAHA. Aliw, sobra. (Not only because it features my current FAVORITEST band, the Itchyworms--na hindi ko napanood sa Rockestra II kasi workaholic ako, aye!) I love how it gives our young, local bands the privilege to introduce these old songs to young, local (?), erm, kids.

* Click last week. Will you still love me in the morning? Forever and ever, babe.

* Butterfly Effect 2 last Tuesday. Ugh! Horrible, grade F movie. I wanted to demand our money back, but then I remembered BIU got those tickets for free. Haha!

* American Dreamz yesterday. Superficially, it's this satirical piece that pokes fun at talent contests and the media. But really, it doesn't take a biochemist to figure out that it's this idealistic political preacher in disguise.

* Kubrador this afternoon. The first five minutes gave me the same headache I had when I saw The Blairwitch Project. Pero dude, galing ng hidden symbolisms about Pinoy culture, Pinoy poverty, Pinoy way of living. And the coolest thing? Nasa loob ng cinema namin si Gina Pareno! She was sitting alone, quietly, in the upper corner of the theater, which only had a grand total of about 20 people. Tsk.

* I got the ODM "I'm Super Proud To Be Pinoy" watch on sale. Loves it :)

* My brother's friend is on Philippine Idol's Top 24!! Yahoo! I'll be posting his name when the results are shown on TV and hopefully be able to cajole you guys to vote for him. Whee! :)

* Non-working Holiday tomorrow!!! Cheeeeeeeeers!!!

Here's to a better week, y'all. Inner Peace.

Saturday, August 19, 2006

Friday, August 11, 2006

Yesterday:

1. Payday. Finally. Cha-ching!

3. Arnie stole my marshmallow cake. Boo :(

4. Wore my UP jacket to work! Hey, Sir Pat does, too. We're mayabang like that. Hihi.

5. Meetings, meetings, meetings.

6. Deadlines, deadlines, deadlines.
9. I plucked out everything I had fancied--all of which I found ostentatiously overpriced before the sale. Ya gotta understand, I pay for all my shit now. I've gravely enforced austerity policies on myself--I'd launch this entire discussion about capitalism and such, but you know I'm one shyster of an economist.
11. I was pretty happy to walk out the store with my purchases whilst texting my mum about my shameless lunacy. She replied with a laugh, as in, "Ha ha ha! Shopping can be a very effective destressor, although not exactly the most efficient. But what the heck. Enjoy what you worked for. You absolutely deserve it!"
13. Friday is love because Friday means Saturday's tomorrow and Saturday is love because Saturday means SLEEP SLEEP SLEEP SLEEP SLEEP and Sleep is love because sleep makes me happy.

Inner Peace, y'all.