Here’s the thing: I have neither the patience nor the time to blow-dry my hair, so yeah, it doesn’t look like that anymore. The wavy locks came back with a vengeance. Meh. I’ll stick with the 50’s pin-up girl look. Maybe I should buy some red lipstick.
Okay, stupid hand.
Yep, that should do it.
Look.
We passed by Sasa the Sorbetera’s branch to get some free ice cream say hi and in exchange for two scoops of Macadamia Nut this picture was taken:
This is unfair, Sasa! We demand fondue!
With Sasa and Jaykie (Mall of Asia, October 25); I don’t know who took the picture, but thanks I guess :p
1. hair
The last time I had my hair treated was for the Univ grad. I’ve been trying to shrink away from “unnecessary” expenses, but to quote Erika: “Love yourself.” So there.
I’ve always had problems with my hair. To quote Glads, or probably that old milk commercial: “It’s the genes.”
2. thumbtacks
What? There’s an empty, sad corkboard in my room and I found some cute thumbtacks in a bookstore and I was bored one morning and the thumbtacks look like candy I love it.
3. kittens
We had a cat before who ran away. Apparently she now thinks our house is a feline orphanage.
Not complaining. :)
4. TV obsession
Do you guys watch this show? I’ve finished the first season and I loved it. If you liked Dogma (actually the series is produced by Kevin Smith; he also directed the pilot) you’ll enjoy this one.
It concerns Sam who found out on his 21st birthday that his parents had a deal with the Devil: he’ll heal Sam’s dad, and they’ll give him Sam the day he turns 21. Now Sam is under the Devil’s employ as bounty hunter.
They say Season 2 will start March – hope I’ll be able to watch it.
[on why he hates Halloween]
Devil (to Sam): It’s the commercialization of evil!
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[on Hell]
Devil (to Sam): You know who works for me at the Central Office? White-collar criminals. It’s horrible. They hate me, they hate their jobs. I can’t even ask for a cup of coffee.
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[Sam finds out that their gay couple neighbor are demons. The gay demon couple doesn’t know that he knows. Sam avoids them. The couple confronts him.]
Demon1: It’s because we’re gay, isn’t it.
Sam: What? No. No. [struggles] You’re demons.
Demon1: [seethes] Oh. Oh. Well, the homophobia I’ll be able to understand, but “fallen angels cursed to walk the earth for all of eternity” – that you can’t accept? That’s racist, Sam. I mean, you’re a Reaper.
Sam: How –
Demon1: Gladdys [another demon] plays racquetball with me, she told me.
…
Sam: Have you guys…ever eaten anyone?
[pause]
Demon2: That’s offensive.
Demon1: You don’t have to listen to this.
Demon2: That’s offensive.
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Ah, wit. Bless them. :)
(Transcripts from memory. Reaper photo from Star-eCentral )
So cool we had our Christmas party at noon yesterday with no parlor games whatsoever. We’re still in the process of attaining the EPA party’s level of coolness (they had an Adverb Charade – try acting out “uneasily”, or, better yet, “surreptitiously”, or better better yet, “felicitously”), which in my humble opinion is just off the charts.
I left the party with a box of chocolates, two kilos of rice (don’t ask), and a bottle of peppermint shower gel courtesy of Ate Cy (she also took the above photo). I’ll upload my own pictures at my Multiply page. :D (EDIT: Uploaded!)
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Try typing Faceboook.com on your browser. (Grabe na lang ang mga discoveries ni Lawrence.) Don’t forget the extra ‘o’. Very, very clever. :)
Even in his free time Lawrence is productive. No, no complaint there, or sarcasm. One time when my hands were free and everyone else was busy churning out write-ups, I sent out Fucklings. (That sentence was poorly/perversely constructed.) (Hey, two more words for the Adverb Charade!)
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Merry Xmas, all. :)
This year’s mantra is (all together now) WE NEED TO SAVE MONEY. But the company still threw a party on Tuesday. As scheduled. (Hey, it’s the anniversary – there has got to be a party.)
Every year, the Big Bosses buy trinkets from NGOs to be given as gifts to the employees. This year, they bought angels. I appreciate this more than last year’s Christmas ball/deadly weapon.
(You hypocrite. Just say you loved the enclosed donut coupon.)
Oh, and it also came with a donut coupon. Almost threw the envelope away, the angel was so enthralling.
Ang sama mo. Cute naman talaga e.
Anyway, the party. Yes. Earlier that day, Armin dropped by the department to show off his ferosh footwear.
Which turned out to be more ferosh with the pink top and the make-up.
A certain celebrity guest appeared to be a snob. Or in a hurry. Disappeared before anyone could even say, “Kuya, meron kang career?”
Some were gracious enough to pose for pics:
Emman for the win, hehe. :D
Highlights: two reporters’ rendition of “Total Eclipse of the Heart”, the disturbingly tight spandex of Freddie Mercury, Christmas songs courtesy of the InCHOIRer (pun, pun, pun) and Erika tugging Certain Celebrity’s shirt sleeve and being ignored. (Sabi nga ni Princess, “Kala mo kay gwapo.”)
Next year ulit. :D
Eliza Victoria 