tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55609412011-04-22T04:08:26.895+08:00Hippie at HeartLove is the Answer =)tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comBlogger3241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1160405963857695612006-10-09T22:54:00.000+08:002006-10-15T16:07:19.523+08:00Go 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 tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1157390180156359372006-09-05T01:10:00.000+08:002006-09-18T21:16:56.490+08:00WORD.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.tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1157290856920955882006-09-03T21:38:00.000+08:002006-09-03T21:40:56.933+08:00OMFG!!!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??tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1156786610376505622006-08-29T00:55:00.000+08:002006-08-29T01:40:58.746+08:00PANALO Okey. Pag-uwi galing sa Advanced Screening ng The Devil Wears Prada (sponsor ang Bangko namin! Hayup!), dumeretso ako sa banyo para jumebs. Para sa akin, ang buong nirvana na ating naaatim kapag tayo ay nagbabawas ng mahalimuyak na tae ay hindi buong-buo kapag wala akong babasahin. Kahit ano--diyaryo, magasin, libro, liham, komiks. Kung wala, pwede ding yosi na lang.Pero hindi 'yan ang tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1156097335956952262006-08-21T02:02:00.000+08:002006-08-21T02:17:52.056+08:00Just 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.tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1155923566763135702006-08-19T01:52:00.000+08:002006-08-19T01:52:46.780+08:00GodLourd Ernest de VeyraThat night, he was a beer bottlewrapped in cold sweat,radiating amber light.The Greeks believed he was a circle.Nietzsche said he was dead.But the conclusion of the tale told by fifteen bottles:God is a bed.tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1155310816834868622006-08-11T23:28:00.000+08:002006-08-11T23:43:34.966+08:00Yesterday: 1. Payday. Finally. Cha-ching!2. Saw my Boss spontaneously break into this stupid dance like a limping retard (I swear, it had everyone cackling like bitches all the way home! Laughtrip, da best, promise.) And the day before that, we were all engaged in this heated discussion when out of the blue, he started dancing the 'Running Man'. Bwahahaha! I guess everyone's stressed to no end tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1154875097142358822006-08-06T22:35:00.000+08:002006-08-06T22:40:25.280+08:005 of the best things in life 1) Best friends you can have aimless discussions with on how the hell you all found yourselves in this bloody and ironic mess of men and marriage vows.2) Immensely fun conversations with a girlfriend who has known you since you had excessive snot dripping outta your fugly nose.3) Chances to visit your old University and falling in love with it all over again. Even if tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1154715857102183202006-08-05T02:13:00.000+08:002006-08-05T02:28:41.946+08:00Cheers to good times Okay, so in the insanely incalculable period of time since my last schwarmerei post, this was the highlight:CB (that's us, BIU, plus Sales, Marketing, and CS, methinks) won the Basketball tournament thing. Yay! Our team--especially my boss--blew the entire game play away. And of course, I cheered like a frenetic bull on uppers (hey, I wasn't captain of our cheerleading team tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1153757417572798202006-07-25T00:07:00.001+08:002006-11-12T02:01:00.273+08:00OD-ing on ODD Oi. What an odd, ODD day.Thing is, I stayed up late last night swapping implausibly moronic text messages with this guy. If this were any other night, I wouldn't have the patience to give anyone all that thumb action. It must've been some mystifying upshot of the typhoon 'cause crap, I copiously supplied him with equally idiotic responses.So with barely 3 hours of sleep plus the tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1153503346619051142006-07-21T23:25:00.001+08:002006-07-23T22:42:24.340+08:00Deadlines and ToiletsIt appears that I have been atrociously slipshod about my blogging duties. Nothing else to blame but the shackles of work-slash-slavery that have been rubbing my wrists raw, of course. Well. Actually, other than the stress manifesting its wrath, i.e., the viciously dark circles under my eyes and the instant 5-notches-up shifting of the weighing scale--everything has been justtiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1152453369251402692006-07-09T21:53:00.000+08:002006-07-22T02:28:15.086+08:00Sonic YouthGoing on a road trip, busting a tire flat, and finding ourselves in a deserted, unlit, unknown exit straight out of a scary movie.Arriving at 12 MN in a villa all to ourselves and grilling barbecues and fish for dinner at 1:30 AM.Singing obnoxiously loud karaoke, passing rounds and rounds of alcohol around, and taking lengthy drags from the cigarettes we balance with our fingers full tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1151508494811475402006-06-28T23:25:00.000+08:002006-07-22T02:31:19.183+08:00Like the cut-rate shithead blogger that I am, here's another one of my cut-rate shitty posts. And it's brought to you by the yummy Tofu chips from Chimara.I swear, they're so addicting. I order one of those heavyweight baggies and I'm already licking my fingers clean before you can say tokwa! It's also been three weeks since I last had slaughtered pig/cows for a meal, so yay for neo-vegan eating tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1150512208708351882006-06-17T10:36:00.000+08:002006-07-22T02:31:38.660+08:00Hikab. My life is officially a yawn.I know people who say things like that are idiots, since--all together now--we really should get off our asses and do something about it. Instead of say, yakking on and on and posting how embarrassingly uneventful your calendar is for the entire online community to see.But yeah. My life is officially a yawn.I have immersed myself in work, gotten my hands down tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1150291022765910972006-06-14T21:12:00.000+08:002006-07-22T02:32:02.756+08:00I did it. I finally finally FINALLY did it.With the help of the fabulous Joey from ESA, I had my hair chopped short. As in Sienna Miller short.As in I-lost-7-inches-of-hair short.As in a mix of GASP! OH MY GOD! AYIIIIE! in the first two seconds of seeing me. Funny 'cause everyone who passes by my workstation literally does a double take and gasps!People in the office say it looks better, more tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1149960165020709082006-06-11T01:12:00.000+08:002006-07-22T02:32:32.773+08:00Life is a journey. Enjoy the trip. Yeah, before life/work/class starts to make you all cuckoo, you really should go to the nearest movie theatre and see CARS, Pixar's latest gift to eager beavers like me.It's such a cute and hearty film, it actually had people (adults ha! Not kids!) clapping, yes clapping, inside the cinema. Never mind that they--este, we--looked like drunken buffoons. It's tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1149781214766704112006-06-08T23:38:00.000+08:002006-07-22T02:32:53.576+08:00There's still tomorrow. It's really droll how life just manages to kill me with its keep-me-guessing scenarios.While I was toying with the idea of scooting over to the world of Advertising/Media (again!), my boss and I sat down to have an almost heart-to-heart hour-long talk. I am eternally at war with myself about which brick road to follow, and he shelled out some advice for me. Advice that I'mtiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1149520708235860132006-06-05T23:16:00.000+08:002006-06-05T23:18:28.256+08:00Manic Monday! All these horrible working hours and horribly fantastic eating habits (Chips Ahoy for breakfast, Keebler's Chocolate Lovers for lunch, Cheetos for dinner) have finally taken its toll on my glorious 300-pound frame. I felt the weight (pun intended) of my physical exhaustion last Saturday as I sat there alone in the dark office, hunched over the new project/investigation assigned to tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1148825683620373412006-05-28T22:12:00.000+08:002006-05-29T22:32:03.303+08:00Ayiiiiiiiiiiiie. Drowning Red Whores, toasting to World Peace, and OD-ing on nicotine, I had an honest-to-shitness moment of clarity at Saguijo last Friday. wheee impromptu bloggers' meet. spottan ang mga kilala niyo!laughtrip we all look wasted (well except for tin)I'm keeping my fingers, toes, arms, and even my eyes crossed that the something I'm hoping to happen already happens this week.Viva tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1148146484400270402006-05-21T01:18:00.000+08:002006-05-21T01:36:12.740+08:00Bushed Aye. All you decent people with decent weekends must be so tired of hearing me whine and groan begrudgingly about how I went to work the Saturday before.Well. Just to spiff things up, I didn't go to work today. Woopeeee.(Gross. I've become so boring that I only blog once every century, and when I do, I blog about work. I'm such a yawn.)Sigh. Sometimes I think my line of work forces me to tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1147621066321203132006-05-14T23:36:00.000+08:002006-05-14T23:37:46.333+08:00As far as trivial small-talk topics are concerned, I just have to say that today's weather was dy-na-mite. Cool wind, light drizzle, loves it, perfect.* * *So. I went to work again yesterday. Yeah, I know. It's insane that I braved the possibility of my head getting comically lopped off by flying yero. But what can I say? I gotta do what I gotta do. My efforts don't go by unappreciated, anyway. tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1147091420942710642006-05-08T19:55:00.000+08:002006-05-08T20:30:22.293+08:00too lazy to write cohesive paragaraphs* Ugh. I had to go to work again last Saturday. Pathetic much? I spent the entire day cooped up in the office, singing aloud to Rent's OST to fight off the hypothetical ghosts lurking around. And yes, nagparamdam si Manong Mumu.* I find it so amusing (yet ever so slightly scary) that I almost fell asleep while walking around Landmark this evening. Sure enoughtiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1146470527499350672006-05-01T15:59:00.000+08:002006-05-01T16:11:40.916+08:00Euuuuuch. If my being a bastion of sloth needed any sort of affirmation, I got it on the first of May: I actually just got out of bed two hours ago. And although Schu's having a Grand Sale right now, I am too sluggish to even drag myself outta my jammies and haul my wretched patootie to Glorietta. (Besides, I just went spent an insane amount over the last two weeks. I got myself two pairs from tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1145885449066590022006-04-25T21:29:00.000+08:002006-04-25T21:30:44.426+08:00My Birthday Wish? Inner Peace, of course.I bring you momentous news: I turned 22 today. *champagne pop*(I just snapped out of another one of my manic-depressive psycho moods. Thanks to my best friends for letting me know I'm loved. And thanks to my Mum for the insanely HUUUUGE and beautiful flowers that came in the office today.)A couple of days ago, I found myself hanging on to dear life to tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1145702243903184482006-04-22T18:32:00.000+08:002006-04-24T21:21:20.043+08:00Because my tan lines have faded and I need some serious chillax pills.Sleepy & a bit tipsy from the liters of strawberry margarita and mango mandarin I glugged with Diane on our spontaneous late date, I lay my head on my pillow and wished with all my might that some cowboys would magically appear and take me away to the beach.If only I weren't capable of getting pegged up with irresponsible guilttiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1145464714640766142006-04-20T00:30:00.000+08:002006-04-20T01:05:11.076+08:00Just 'cause tonight's show was FANTASTICI'm dead-tired from rendering another 4-hour OT but I just had to blog this after catching the 3rd run on Star World:I crush Katharine McPhee. She's beautifuuuuuul.I heart heart HEART you, DAUGHTRY!!!! Ka-inlab ka, huy.Ang jologs ng entry na 'to. Shyet. Makatulog na nga!P.S.TomKat's baby was given the name Suri. Suri as in: "Suri ka na lang kasi siraulo tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1144922833177562082006-04-13T18:05:00.000+08:002006-04-13T18:07:13.186+08:00Yeah, well. After weighing the pros, the cons, and my now ballooning stretchmarked self, I've decided to stick it out with the Bank. Of course, it was a choice based NOT solely on monetary arguments (although this really was a huge issue for me--ugh, I'm so vile). I also factored in the growth I was going to stump once I leave, the work load (they work terribly long hours in that media group), tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1143884030158606242006-04-01T17:31:00.000+08:002006-04-02T17:52:08.750+08:00Career Choice # 1Well, well, well. What do you know. They actually offered me a job.I did the interviews just for kicks (for the first panel, I was in a tube summer dress and blue shoes; for the second panel, I was in a bright kimono top and skinny jeans), I was as relaxed as rebonded hair, and all I was being was myself.And after two days, they called me up and said how they want me to start as tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1143375620543095022006-03-26T20:12:00.000+08:002006-03-26T20:27:18.386+08:00Hmmm.A word cloud is a visual depiction of content (words) used in a body of text. The word clouds we use at snapshirts.com are arranged alphabetically and depict more frequently used words in progressively larger fonts.Happy, life, love, peace. Yep, those are the most frequently used words in my blog, all right. Loves it :)Great week ahead y'all.tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1143259856466265392006-03-25T11:51:00.000+08:002006-03-25T12:10:56.496+08:00OPEN YOUR MINDS, unlock your hearts, clean your ears, and please find time to see RENT.It speaks the truth about so many things -- poverty, homosexuality, drugs, AIDS, the bohemian lifestyle, art, love, life. Viva La Vie Boheme!! I LOVED IT! It reflects my ideals and the simple paradigms I hold close to my heart. 'Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. How do you measure a year intiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1142770428957475382006-03-19T19:38:00.000+08:002006-03-19T20:13:49.006+08:00Shambles? Nosiree.Topshop is love. Deep Purple & Velvet Underground are love. Hornby is love.Ahh, yes. Music. When it hits, you feel no pain.* * *RANDOM fluff!* My new boss arrives tomorrow. Ten ten tenen ten tenen ten tenen. Erm. That was Darth Vader's theme. * She's The Man & Casanova had me whipping my ass from laughing so hard. My sense of humour (oh, so I'm a pompous geek now) is getting tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1142652787201841292006-03-18T11:32:00.000+08:002006-03-18T11:33:07.216+08:00Ten Top Trivia Tips about Tiepee! Tiepeeolatry is the mindless worship of Tiepee!The National Heart Foundation recommends eating Tiepee at least three times a week.Czar Paul I banished Tiepee to Siberia for marching out of step.Tiepee can be seen from space!Tiepeeicide is the killing of Tiepee.A cluster of bananas is called a hand and consists of 10 to 20 bananas, which are individually known astiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1142178835927138202006-03-12T23:33:00.000+08:002006-03-19T01:55:36.460+08:00Pichoor Post Part IIMarch 11-12 (yep, just got back today!). We needed a quick getaway so we hied off to Calatagan, Batangas.That's me, Diane, Shaq, Roan, and Ice; aka Circle of Friends, bwahahaha. It's a loooooong story peppered with a toilet full of insects, a bottle of tequila, tampons, revelations, the search for White Sand, and all that jazz but it all started with this: BUTI NA LANG MAARTE tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1142177583093019492006-03-12T23:23:00.000+08:002006-03-12T23:33:48.906+08:00Pichoor PostBORA, February 24-27 (yep, while the rest of you guys were under the State of Emergency, my department was frolicking and slurping Jonah's shakes).BIU minus ArnieTeam A in front of the giant sand palasyoGoofy grin as if I were beside JollibeeChansettiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1141561762805993382006-03-05T20:39:00.000+08:002006-03-05T20:49:20.800+08:00Inching My Way BackScrew sleek ponytails and polished chignons. I finally got my thick fringes back. I know it's pathetic that I let something as superficial as a haircut define how I perceive myself, but guess what. I feel SO much better. Like I've somehow reconnected with the 'real' me. Getting there, baby. Getting there.As I breathe in the incense (nyeta I'm out of patchouli), meditate and trytiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1141527025973612812006-03-05T10:49:00.000+08:002006-03-05T10:50:25.986+08:00Across the Universe Gah. Am terribly relieved the past week is over. If anything at all, it was blardie shitty.For reasons my brain can't even begin to sort out, I wept every single day. Sad (and some inane) things were magnified to what felt like the kiss of death. Coming home from Bora. Watching Wicker Park. SMS-ing with Jamie. Karen no longer in the office. Being miserable with work. Dealing tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1141455692847814342006-03-04T14:58:00.000+08:002006-03-04T15:01:32.856+08:00Minsan pinapanalangin kong gumuho na ang mundo para matapos na ang lahat.Minsan nagtatago ako sa banyo namin at binibigyan ko ng song and dance number ang inidoro namin sa tunog ng Pinoy Big Brother theme. Bigay na bigay ha.Minsan naiirita ako sa officemates kong tumatanda ng paurong. Di lang inalok ng pagkain, nagtampo na.Minsan kapag mag-isa ako sa elevator, tumutula ako.Minsan naluluha ako tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1141223377657791502006-03-01T22:14:00.000+08:002006-03-01T22:29:37.736+08:00BittersweetBecause Bora stole my heart.Because one of my best friends is leaving for good.tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1140355932973284802006-02-19T21:31:00.000+08:002006-02-19T21:32:12.973+08:00Pffffffft. I had no idea my Message Box expired a week ago. What a buffoon I am.A new one's up and running! Cheerios!!tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1140014154360473122006-02-15T23:05:00.000+08:002006-02-15T22:53:45.606+08:00Nyeta! Halloween na ba?? Eh bat puro agiw na 'tong blog ko?? *ubo ubo punas punas**sigaw**palo ng gagamba**takbo at tago sa sulok** * *Work has been...work. I'm starting to think that maybe I'm not cut out for the Banking Industry (huwaaaat). I'm too fricking...insane. And restless. Maybe I'll give myself a few more months and then probably come up with some ingenious mastaplan to make more tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1139106568428172992006-02-04T22:27:00.000+08:002006-02-05T10:29:28.440+08:00Lovin' the Cash I don't care if others/critics/you hated it.I heart Walk The Line. I heart heart heart it.Sure, I had to violently SSSSHHHHH some obnoxious man talking on his mobile (I can't believe the morons who still do this--and in GB3! Grrrrr.), but not even that could ruin how I felt about the film. Oh and yes, I do SSSHHHH noisy cinema people.Nothing extraordinary about the screenplay/tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1138420140721011952006-01-28T11:48:00.000+08:002006-01-29T14:36:26.216+08:00Another Crazy Night!!! Last night was William's birthday party-cum-soiree (pronounced /soy-ree/ ha). Haha. After loading ourselves with spaghetti, cheesesticks, and taters (all prepared by Guiwo daw), and after shamelessly playing Who Wants To Be A Millionaire? with hilarious answers (Q: From which story did the old witch get pushed down the oven? A: Jack and Jill!), we actually played children'stiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1137928768621626342006-01-22T19:14:00.000+08:002006-01-22T19:33:15.123+08:00Speaking of Adorable...Brad Pitt is looking hotter and younger than ever! Not like Tom Cruise, who looks like an old, washed-up geezeer. Bleeeech.I just can't wait to see how his and Her Royal Hotness Angelina's baby will look like.I'm still on Team Aniston, though.* * *MABUHAY KA, MANNY PACQUIAO!!! GALING MO!tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1137843381528020362006-01-21T19:32:00.000+08:002006-01-21T19:42:42.653+08:00Let's get one thing straight. I'm not a fan of Jason Mraz.Sure, sure, I hear his songs on the radio or whatever, but they all sound the same to me. The extent of my knowledge about his songs begins and abruptly stops with 'Sleep All Day' and 'Curbside Prophet'. Ack, don't make me smell your socks, you fanatics!I'll tell you another thing, though. He is ADORABLE, with capitals A-D-O-R-A-B-L-E.And tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1137505375376546452006-01-17T21:28:00.000+08:002006-01-17T21:45:08.130+08:00I've never seen so many bare breasts in my life before tonight. Yowza :O* * *American Idol na tomorrow! Wheeeee!!!Watch out for Jose Penala, the Pinoy guy from the almost Pinoy defunct group Kai. Top 24, baby! Yeeeeah reprazent!* * *Yun lang. I'm tired. G'night, swami.tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1137322089326428242006-01-15T18:38:00.000+08:002006-01-15T18:48:10.730+08:00Choose life.The five of us went out last night under the pretentious excuse that we were depressed. Haha. Naaaah we just wanted a short yosi break from the Yuppie Loife we've all grown accustomed to. After all, "We work to live. We don't live to work.", right?From Superbowl to Fiama to Ponti to Pier One to finally settling in Bellissima.Can't wait 'til Pagudpod. Can't wait 'til Bora.tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1137155993389173432006-01-13T20:37:00.000+08:002006-01-13T20:39:53.403+08:00I find it so unfair that just because I love make-up, shopping, and am awfully kikay, people automatically assume I'm a moron.I'm smart. I'm not a complete putz. Sure, I have space cadet days but my IQ isn't equivalent to the cost of a Burger McDo Meal, you know. I'm from UP, for crying out loud! But it sucks that just because I have other interests than Finance or Banking, some folks deem me tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1136648705328149212006-01-07T23:39:00.000+08:002006-01-08T00:37:31.006+08:00Pangunahing salita lamang dahil mahaba-habang inuman 'to: MANIGONG BAGONG TAON.Nawa'y salubungin natin ang taong ito na may kasiyahan at pag-ibig sa ating mga puso.Kasabay ng mga alikabok na naiwan ng mga paputok, linisin na rin natin ang ating mga buhay. Sige na't kumuha ng ispongha at kudkurin na sa limot ang negatibong enerhiya ng nakaraang 2005.Hindi ako si Madam Auring (buti na lang), pero tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1135951563912520992005-12-30T22:03:00.000+08:002005-12-31T00:28:41.583+08:00Ooh lala. Only a day left for 2005! Totally mind-blowing how time dashes faster than you can say, "Wait lang!"Hmmm. Under the flimsy pretext that I lived a humdrum life during the past years, 2005 was an outrageous one for me.Basically I graduated from college (with meager honors and a leadership chuvachenes, woohoo), went straight to Grad School, started smoking again, started 'collecting' tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1135958503698024572005-12-29T22:49:00.000+08:002005-12-31T01:17:46.593+08:00Nang Magbuhat ng Sariling Bangko si Tiepee Gosh. I was on PinoyBlog.Com a year ago :)Hehe. And I was super overwhelmed by some of the messages I got through the message box. Here are some of my faves:This one's from Vicky:hey there! wow, u just inspired a 12-year-old girl to promise herself to have a blog as good as yours.from you, i knew that blogging shouldn't be taken that seriously, that lifetiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1135512814497375262005-12-25T19:38:00.000+08:002005-12-31T00:08:20.836+08:00What a great Christmas.We all ate an insane amount of food and I have, almost instantly, tipped the scales at 370 pounds. It's Yokozuna time once more! Bleeeurggh. (Hey, aren't those WWE people coming to Manila? That'd be perfect! I can join RAW now! Hahahaha.)Highlights of the evening:1) Watching my little brother open up the long package I painstakingly wrapped. He gingerly took out this littletiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1135411946745322062005-12-24T16:01:00.000+08:002005-12-25T19:37:56.173+08:00Booyah!The air is crisp and cool, the atmosphere's merry, AND we got the good ole soul food's aroma wafting through the house.A coupla hours from now, my fam and I will be grubbing on my Mum's famous pot roast, her famous meatloaf, her famous arroz de Valenciana, Ti's famous mashed poes, Ti's famous brownies (yerp everythang's famous haha), the ever-present tubs of ice cream, balls of cheese, redtiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1134909261657766212005-12-18T20:11:00.000+08:002005-12-24T16:01:13.993+08:00First up, a huge ass THANK YOU to everyone who left messages, compliments, and promises to buy Candy mags in my honor (bwahaha). You guys are the sprinkles on my donuts and the marshees on my hot cocoa. Loves it.* * *So. I actually have zilch to write about, seeing as all I've been preoccupied with is work. The only thing remotely blog worthy was our Christmas Party.Keka and I went solely on the tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1134140833522461152005-12-09T23:01:00.000+08:002005-12-10T00:06:19.586+08:00Oy vey! It's time for my 30 seconds of fame! Hahahaha :)Be a dahliiing darlooney and flip through this month's Candy mag for me, will ya?Just thumb your way until you see the 5 Coolest Blogs (I feel so kapal saying it!) and take the "What Kind Of Blogger Are You?" quiz.And then, if you happen to get Mostly A's, check out your Blogger Match.In the high probability that you see the picture of a tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1133272058712028152005-11-29T21:45:00.001+08:002005-11-29T21:50:22.553+08:00Quick quick postOoooh this whole working class thing is starting to leave my bloggity blog in the midst of dust bunnies. Heehee. What a stinky shame.I'm not complaining, though. I'm happy as a baboon! I. R. Baboon!Sure, I no longer get to wake up at noon or surf the net 24/7. But hey, I'm actually *EARNING* now.Well. Not that my salary's a total shitload, but I actually felt like Santa Claus (tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1132662704464363162005-11-22T20:10:00.000+08:002005-11-22T20:31:44.580+08:00You know how sometimes you feel like the world is yours and that things couldn't possibly get any better?That's how I feel now. ;)I'm superbly happy, and I think I owe it to everyone close to me (and to everyone nice enough to keep on visiting me here) to make them feel at least a smidget of that happiness, too.So... SMILE. ;) And know that happiness isn't such a galaxy away--it's closer than youtiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1131959747352399882005-11-14T17:00:00.000+08:002005-11-14T17:15:47.440+08:00I have the worst news in the world.I have LBM. Hahahaha!My ass has been saying hullo to my toilet every couple of hours since this morning. I hate it! And to tell you the truth, I don't think the toilet loves it either. EURGH.* * *I was actually in a conundrum about what year we're in now. I was so sure we were already in 2006 when I woke up. Daym, my ass isn't alone in being messed up. tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1131882892307093342005-11-13T19:53:00.000+08:002005-11-13T19:56:22.650+08:00I just had a moment of clarity.I've always been on the edge about things. And yeah, a shitload of stuff about the sorry shape of the world disturb me. I dunno, I just have a hard time tuning everything and everyone out. I'm awfully touchy about a lot of things---trivial or otherwise. I've seen myself feel emotions intensely and I usually have an unfathomable pain inside my heart that I have no tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1131759634717353562005-11-12T09:34:00.000+08:002005-11-12T15:25:58.193+08:00I told you it was going to be a good week. ;)Trips to the beach always leave me in that woozy state of hopeful ecstasy. I get a glimpse of how beautiful and simple life can be. In effect, instead of seeing just an avalanche of bullshit, I suddenly realize that things can be made better if I just stop and appreciate everything I have in my little existence.(Oh God. I know. How cheesy. Where are tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1131433722550907252005-11-08T15:03:00.000+08:002005-11-08T15:08:42.563+08:00Banana BootyBPI + BumMaayos pa Sabog naLaughtrip mukha ni Fritz!The First Flip Nang mag-solo pic si Luciotiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1131329763122046052005-11-07T10:15:00.000+08:002005-11-08T01:07:55.083+08:00Life is a pleasure with you by my side5 Girls. Living in the moment. Living in the now. Letting go of inhibitions. Dancing like mad. Crocheted bikini tops. Pitchers & pitchers of Mindoro Sling. Rum Coke. DJ Mix. Marlboro. Winston. Chicharon from the men in the next table. Jeff. Don Pepot. Fat guy. Korean boys. Agbing Resort. Drunken stupors. Passing out. Making yourself focus. Rolling in the sandtiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1130929150080993332005-11-02T18:40:00.000+08:002005-11-02T18:59:10.093+08:00HOLY MOTHER OF MOSES!!! I just saw Millie humping my baby Roxy!!! Aaaaaaaaagh!! I feel so violated myself. Gaaaaaah. That image will forever be haunting me.I can't blame Millie, though. Roxy's probably giving off heat like a gerdamm radiator or something. My dad walked her out the other day, and I swear the entire neighborhood went CRAZY! It was like a silent scream was pronouncing, "A BITCH IS tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1130554033304137242005-10-29T02:43:00.000+08:002005-11-02T18:40:17.006+08:0020 Random Things About Moi (Thanks Robert! Hehe.)1. I have fat hands. Well it's not like I have anything remotely thin, but my hands are extraordinarily fat and squashy and fluffy.2. My voice never gets hoarse. Except of course when my throat's sore. But I could try screaming for days and I'd still have my Tinkerbelle tone. Emulating Janis Joplin is absolutely out of the question.3. My first tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1130380260858693112005-10-27T10:22:00.000+08:002005-10-27T10:31:00.893+08:00I miss my hippie hair I wish I didn't have to worry about people taking me seriously because of how I look.* * *Footnotes:* P&G Exam was okay. COMPUTE COMPUTE COMPUTE! Whee! The immense time pressure and the chunky calculator they provided were enough to make my heart catapult through my skull, though. We were made to wait for 10 minutes after and then the results were given: I passed. Whoopeedootiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1130242313995214292005-10-25T19:56:00.000+08:002005-11-08T15:19:14.533+08:00Putangina. I have never felt so stupid in my entire life.And that's all because I haven't a smidget of an idea how to make stupid pivot tables from Excel.To think that my resume boasts of me being "efficient with MS Office".Eurgh. I feel like smearing myself with raw meat or peanut butter or something.* * *You know that Simple Plan song that goes, "How could this happen to meeee...?" Man. That istiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1130057165904096312005-10-23T16:37:00.000+08:002005-10-23T18:17:16.086+08:00Lemming. Lemming. Lemming. I was surfing idly when I came upon these:Check out other pics in the LABEL shoes album.Ohhhhhh. SOOOOOO fab! There's a puddle of drool below my chin, I tell you. Blubbbbber. Bib me up!Meanwhile, here are the latest additions to my arsenal: That Jollibee exam left me all fuzzy-headed so I went for a quick MAC fix at Shang. Woohoo ;) I got their TLC in Soothing Beige andtiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1129731504902117902005-10-19T22:08:00.000+08:002005-10-19T22:18:24.950+08:00If it weren't enough that my personality has been similar to that of a turd's lately, I think I have an Anger Management problem.See, I've always had this terrible temper. I was born with a temper, I was raised with a temper, and I still have it now. In fact, if you leaf through family photo albums, you'd see that in most of the pictures, I was either frowning, or sulking, or brooding with a tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1129533860704959802005-10-17T15:24:00.000+08:002005-10-17T15:28:11.416+08:00Okay. My new goal for this year (aside from finding a job and sloughing off 10,000 pounds off my Fat Bastard-esque physique) is to complete the Beauty Bar shopping card for the 2006 Planner. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaayyy. Tangina, ang babaw ko na talaga.My latest BB buys are the Pout Flush Blush in Peachy Passion and Smashbox Conversion Cream to Powder Foundation. They gave me freebies, too.Me hearts! Me tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1129264695167261452005-10-14T12:32:00.000+08:002005-10-14T12:45:58.753+08:00Beep. Beep.Unless you're (a) a new visitor, (b) insanely blind as a bat, or (c) extremely kebs about everything, you'll notice that I have a new layout. [lame monotone voice] Whoopeedoo. [/lame monotone voice]Oh, come on. At least feign some excitement for me.Will be trying this "on" for a week.If it doesn't annoy me by next Friday, it stays.If it does (chances are as big as my thunder thighs), tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1129094041911379012005-10-12T20:56:00.000+08:002005-10-14T15:29:56.620+08:00It's actually kind of nice and comforting to know that somewhere around this gunk of political turmoil, war, and chaos, some losers feel exactly the way that I do.Only, instead of beating themselves up about their fears & pending dementia like me, they let the entire ass-chomping world know through postcards.I have a huge bruise on my chest because this hit the spot:This one did, too. Click.Wish tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1128932711872157802005-10-10T16:06:00.000+08:002005-10-10T16:44:06.476+08:00I have gone 10 million lightyears past being a SellOut Aren't they lovely?I knew there was a reason why I couldn't score a pair of Silver/Bronze Havaianas--these are way better. :)Our (Kuya and I) agenda for the day was to get the documents for the car insurance, grab a bite at Glorietta, then go our separate ways.I had it all mapped out--go to Essences and get a new compact of NARS blush (in tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1128737882683323392005-10-08T10:15:00.000+08:002005-10-19T22:21:28.516+08:00Hmmm.I've been weirdly grossed out by my layout lately. I think I've actually outgrown the whole hippie vibe-slash-persona--I don't care for my hippie/boho clothes anymore (but then again, I haven't touched them since everyone started wearing them), my temper's been more of the red hot chili pepper sort lately, I've given up on the government (I know, how un-Iska of me), I've started to think tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1128402238888911102005-10-04T13:02:00.000+08:002005-10-04T13:03:58.893+08:00Colorlesstiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1128096031513476342005-09-30T23:45:00.000+08:002005-10-01T00:00:31.563+08:00Ayaiyay. :s Selling Out, Part 3* * *Wala lang. This picture was taken about a month ago. Basically, it serves the purpose of capturing my pathetic attempt at 'conceptualizing' the lamest tattoo in the world. It had Kit laughing. It had me wondering where all my artistic talents have gone.In case you can't decipher it, those thingies are a peace sign and a tiny heart.This picture was taken two tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1128007883702399072005-09-28T23:22:00.000+08:002005-10-14T15:11:53.190+08:00Eurgh. I've been gaining weight like those Home TV Shopping mops sopping up orange juice. How terrible. And that whole simile thing is not even a simile. Eh? Eh? I have no idea what I just said. Or wrote. WHATEVER!As the definition in my prehistoric pocket dictionary states, I am no longer just chubby (adj. plump; fat and round). I think I've thwarted myself to the obese category--which is tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1127701525692479382005-09-26T10:08:00.000+08:002005-09-26T10:27:41.176+08:00Quizzizle TimeI got High Fidelity o! Cool! Your Life is LikeHigh FidelityWhat John Cusack movie are you?Surprise, Surprise. Your Inner Retro Girl Is1960s Hippie ChickWhat Retro Girl Are You?Errrr...okay. Feeler. Haha!Your Celebrity Style Twin is Gwen StefaniTrendsetting, unique, and stylish.Who's Your Celebrity Style Twin?tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1127381380933714832005-09-22T17:27:00.000+08:002005-09-22T17:29:40.936+08:00And now from Chongland Okay. So my house isn't the largest in the world. It has roaches and the occasional tiny mouse frittering around. It's certainly not the cleanest. It has weird smells. It has dust bunnies in almost every possible corner you can find.But God. It has these amazingly funny ways of making me love it so much.I was arbitrarily going through some old and extremely dusty stuff thistiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1127356053639943632005-09-21T11:57:00.000+08:002005-09-22T17:27:19.676+08:00Greetings from Cheechland Holy Pokemon. I just finished watching High Fidelity and man did I LOVE it. Now, it's quite a rare thing for me to like the movie version of a book I adored reading (if you're one of the 3 people who religiously read my blog, you'd know that Virgin Suicides grips the Championship belt for this one) so this is no ignorable feat. That's SOMEthing.It's officially, to date, tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1127269672172680642005-09-21T10:25:00.000+08:002005-09-21T10:27:52.173+08:00The F.S. strikes againSelling Out, Part 2tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1127032506464392732005-09-18T16:33:00.000+08:002005-09-22T10:29:50.836+08:00Oooh, two whole weeks without an entry. I actually have a life now. Ha ha.Anyway, been hard at it for the last few weeks: hopping from one job interview to another, turning down sucky job offers (yabang, but I’ve yet to feel that oomph if and when I know it’s for me), silently laughing at some of the interviewers’ grammar, reading books, listening to great music, playing with my new phone, and tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1125714548767549212005-09-03T10:21:00.000+08:002005-09-03T10:29:08.773+08:00Well. I caved.I caved, I caved, I caved. La-di-dah.My mission to save myself from succumbing to the sheer existence of extremely mad flip-flop capitalism has been aborted.Yes. I present unto thee my first pair of Havaianas.From hereon, I shall be referred to as the Fucking Sellout. *gives an exaggerated WAVE to Yam, who has invited me to co-chair the SellOut Club*But oh, oh, oh, OOOOOH. Somehow tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1125572469633950562005-09-01T18:54:00.000+08:002005-09-01T19:01:09.640+08:00Happy happy joy joy I know it's only the first of September, but I swear it definitely feels like Christmas already because these came in the mail today.MNG tees! Thanks hun.And I bought these, too.MAC is LOVE.Hay caramba! I haven't even gotten my grubby hands on my first paycheck yet and I'm already splurging like MAAAAAD. (On that note, MAC Lipgelee in Glosspitality is the new love of my life! tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1125489607475491502005-08-31T19:57:00.000+08:002005-08-31T22:18:25.126+08:00Fairy dust from my InboxHomaygas!!! I just got the bestest text message in the world:Waaaah Tieps, be there in my wedding, I’ll send you your invitation when I get back! Yup, I’m engaged now!! But hey, I’m NOT preggy! I’m just getting married next year! Shit! First from the batch! Haha!Someone from my batch is getting marriiiiiiiiiied!!!! Ayiiiiiiih!!!! (Are you annoyed with all the !!!!! yet????tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1125407177248570952005-08-30T20:53:00.000+08:002005-08-30T21:15:55.073+08:00Yeeech.Nothing nothing nothing effing NOTHING to blog about.Well, I could tell you about how I almost expired on the bed when the extremely cute doctor poked around my boobs. The whole thing was weird, awkward, and funny on many different levels, I tell you.I also could tell you about how I haven't really started job hunting yet but I keep getting called in for whatevers and whatnots. :) Meheartstiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1125078517651658132005-08-27T01:27:00.000+08:002005-08-27T01:48:37.656+08:00It's MY voice that saysHere I am...and fuck you if you can't understand me.What the bleeping hell.I suddenly feel angry. Christ, at my age, you'd think I would've gone past the whole angsty stage already.But here I go, foisting viciously dopey yet supposedly choleric words upon all you innocent people.Gaaaah.I need to get pfffffft.tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1124950963942864632005-08-25T14:22:00.000+08:002005-08-25T14:22:43.950+08:00The End of An Era Hmm.After 10 millions years, my LOA was finally filed and processed yesterday. Then of course after that, my mood revolutionized to another of my weird ones. I suddenly felt like crying and screaming and shaving someone’s back off. Gaaah.Grad School or none, my mind is a warped thing.* * *I’ve been seeing movies by myself since I quit Grad School (save for Skeleton Key, which I tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1124476751799216692005-08-20T03:29:00.000+08:002005-08-20T03:31:50.903+08:00After all that we’ve been through, I know we’re cool :)Why are we so pink?People, meet Kenny, my best friend in the whole world. Kenny, whom I can stay up on the phone with until 5:30 AM.Kenny, who lets me eat anything I want (fried calamari, fried mozzarella, fried anything) without worries since he gets fat with me too.Kenny, who drives me home even if he has to be somewhere else.Kenny, who tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1123863304940714592005-08-12T23:58:00.000+08:002005-08-13T00:18:42.076+08:00What’s with today, today?If you think I’ve only been bumming around since ‘I quit’, then you are sadly sadly mistaken.Infaiiiirness, I’ve actually done a whole lot. Now that I’ve all the time in the world (and now that I have wonderful and nice waking mornings), I finally got around to paying for my TOR. Hahaha. After 200 years.Also, I’ve applied for my NBI clearance, SSS, TIN, and I have a tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1123554520500637842005-08-09T10:27:00.000+08:002005-08-09T10:44:19.766+08:00Fuckit. I quit Grad School. That’s it. I can only take so much. I want out.I know I don’t owe anyone an explanation, but I’m reasoning out anyway. After all, you read, you judge.Two months along and I’ve had it up to here *motions to forehead* with the crazy BS—crying every single farking day and having anxiety attacks like there’s no tomorrow. My tear ducts are dead exhausted and the millions oftiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1123158773653608172005-08-04T20:02:00.000+08:002005-08-09T10:29:47.703+08:00Sometimes the only way to stay sane is to go a little nutty And I did.Today.Yesterday.And I betcha five bucks I will too, tomorrow.But the crazy thing is, I'm not crazy. Yet.Bum me a few more days for that.Are those orbits under my eyes?tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1122818338618950082005-07-31T21:56:00.000+08:002005-07-31T21:58:58.626+08:00Request ni Ti na may cras kay Camiletiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1122624317326154612005-07-29T16:03:00.000+08:002005-07-29T16:25:09.170+08:00More virus coming out of my MA-gic hat Had a week that can only be aptly described as hellacious.Spent the early days crying schooners of tears, grasping the harsh truth that I was way in over my head for thinking I could survive grad school.It’s tougher than it seems. Really. You take the level at which you deem it to be arduous, multiply it by a million, and raise it to infinity. That’s how tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1121686577172174282005-07-18T19:30:00.000+08:002005-07-19T19:44:44.820+08:00SPOILERS AHEAD. STOP READING. I'm PMS-ing. I'm emotional. I'm deliriously happy. I laughed 9,000 times today. I got depressed. I got hungry. I didn't want my food. I got annoyed. I fell in love. I gritted my teeth. I got gigil. I went shopping. I have a new and amazingly tiny umbrella. I'm changing the color of my hair again.And because I'm feeling nasty right this instant, here's what I have to tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1121496131958614152005-07-16T14:33:00.000+08:002005-07-18T19:02:16.146+08:00Hullo. Guess what. I've installed a new pseudo-SMS box! It's sort of like a tagboard, except that only my beady eyes are privy to the messages, obscene or otherwise. Harharhar. That way, my blog shall remain hate-free as my EMAIL inbox shall take the badmouthing. The messages go straight to me so feel free to 'fess up or at least say hi to me, okay?* * *Voldemort will have to wait Today is a tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1120994253282666112005-07-10T19:07:00.000+08:002005-07-10T19:44:22.376+08:00Ich my turn since Leng tagged me! Chenks boo!Here we go.three names you go by:1. Tiepee (that’s che-pee)2. TP3. Fritchthree screen names you have had: 1. missy_piggy2. hippiechick3. stellarrrrthree physical things you like about yourself:1. lips2. neck3. height?three physical things you don't like about yourself: 1. fat knees2. flabby arms3. pata thighs (syet!)three parts of your heritage: 1. Hoytiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1120744379595458162005-07-07T21:48:00.000+08:002005-07-08T23:23:19.976+08:00Beep Beep Currently in love with ‘The Virgin Suicides’, which is eerie since I’m really not one to like depressing stuffage—and if the book should be subjected to an adjective, it’s terrifically (yet beautifully) depressing. I remember snubbing the movie a few years back (hey, I really didn’t know better) so if anyone knows where the deebeedee is available, please email me! Currently obsessed tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1120477843910049052005-07-04T19:36:00.000+08:002005-07-04T19:50:43.916+08:00Believe it or not, this is my way of chillaxin'3 Things You Last Did:1) Read The Virgin Suicides2) Printed 206 Problem Set & House Blueprints3) Bought a cuuuute Jordi Labanda filecase3 Songs You Last Listened To:1) Malibu - Hole2) Mr. Brightside - The Killers3) Hello, Goodbye - The Beatles3 Recent You-Got-Lucky Incidents:1) Scored the last of the laaast copy of The Historian2) Saisaki had the tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1120315101907710632005-07-02T22:34:00.000+08:002005-07-02T22:38:27.370+08:00Part II Holy Granoli. You would think that I’d be the last person to be chucking complaints left and right—what with the ever comforting fact that I am still not part of the huge-ass unemployed fraction of the ‘labor force’.But really, I may have bitten off more than I can chew with this Econ stint. I’ve actually started to think that maybe I’m not cut out for the higher levels of the Academe. tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1119781726814730642005-06-26T18:20:00.000+08:002005-06-26T18:31:45.403+08:00My feet, they haul me Round the House, They hoist me up the Stairs; I only have to steer them, and They Ride me Everywheres.-Frank Gelett Burgess-tiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560941.post-1119363584231232392005-06-21T21:25:00.000+08:002005-06-24T11:30:49.516+08:00Unsteady Hands and Weird PosesBoy, I have to keep reminding myself not to be a bunny. Ever.I got home around 3:30 this morning, semi-pissed with all the Sangria and Red Horse Teenah (who has amazingly soft curls), Ab (who’s leaving to become a stewardess), Tim (who was effing wasted! Hilarious!!), and I ingested only to wake up a few measly hours later with an itchy allergy rash on the area abovetiepeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478221077762029611noreply@blogger.com