fight club mode.

I have a temper. It can be kept for insanely long amounts of time before I blow up like Mt. Pinatubo after a real long mounting period. Bubbling until its got my goat.

I hate being placed on hope, I absolutely hate people piling you dreams only to take them away.

Only to be found out that a higher being can actually crush your dreams into a beaten massive pulp.

I couldn't take away this taste of bitterness in my throat. I cannot help but lace acid in my words so that it comes out with just a touch of nasty than my usual bitchings.

I hate people who assume your goals and disregard you with better chances. I absolutely abhor favoritism and I believe that the term GIVE CHANCE TO OTHERS really means the OTHERS who actually deserve it.

It's fair game until somebody hands in.

I guess I was a fool to believe and trust people who think of me as a mere officemate.

And I was an even bigger fool to actually consider them as friends.

Now this little bond of trust I have diminishes slowly.

home sick.

getting soaked from the rain yesterday wasn't a good idea. the bumpy taxi ride back to the office was a doozy too. I got back feeling all dizzy and my head hurting, so I popped a headache tablet, ate some hot noodle soup and went home.

i woke up 1:30am feeling a bit chilly, so i turned off the air conditioning, bundled up in a sweater, ate another paracetamol and used all 3 blankets to go to sleep.

at around 6 am i sweat my fever out, but still felt wonky, my throat sore and my nose a bit clogged. i didn't want to go to work for I might make it worse.

now im here at home. doing nothing. i know i'm not sick anymore. since i spent more time being up and about than lying down sleeping. but i'm glad that i took the day off work to recuperate.

so. what have you been up to lately?

meme : handwriting assessment

I took the "handwriting personality" quiz on gURL.com
		my handwriting style is... dreamy doodler Your handwriting shows that you are first and foremost an individual.Read more... What does your handwriting say about you?

The "Read More" part is also added below since you won't know when this page will last anyways...

Your handwriting shows that you are first and foremost an individual. A little rebellious and a lot quirky, routines bore you and you're happiest when things aren't operating on a set schedule (kind of makes school and work a drag, right?).

You seem intuitive to the point of almost being psychic, have friends from several different cliques and your clothing style is always changing. You probably have a passion for strange, found objects and might be a bit of a flakester (sometimes).

TRANSFORMERSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

KICK-ASS MOVIE of 2007. I swear I was prancing around clapping and squealing what a great movie it was.

And I was probably one of the only ones in the movie theater being all gay for all the robots. Especially bumblebee, even if I wanted him to be a VW bug, it was nice for him to be a really smexy Camaro.

And yes, I am also gay for Optimus Prime, but I find that a given. Everybody is gay for Optimus Prime.

So when I got out from the movie theater, I just couldn't resist doing a uber corny fangurl pose.

bestowed .

As of the 1st of July, 2007, I am now officially promoted with the title of software design engineer 2.

the pay still is almost the same. And I don't feel any accomplishment with regards to that aspect.

Le Sigh.

a few good deeds

I was pissed off yesterday for not being able to go home at precisely 4:02pm because we had a meeting that lasted until 5. and the fact I was ambushed by the HR for last minute design changes in the bookmark. I finished all my work at 5:40, got even more pissed to have missed the non-rush hour time.

We were planning to get food at Chowking delivered since it was supposed to be raining hard but decided against it when i suggested we eat at Zhu, the new Chinese place at 32nd Street, plus the rain was just a slight drizzle.

So we were walking on the side street near the back of the HSBC building and not on the usual main road. There was a gray kitten, all scruffy and dirty meowing sadly, I was immediately taken at it's cute little eyes and fur, but another thing caught my eye.

it was a black rounded shape on the concrete street. at first he thought it was a side mirror, I thought it was some rags, but when I got closer, it was actually a wallet.

I picked it up, examined the contents, a health care card, a dlsaa id and a picture. I examined the money inside, a 500 bill + a few more and I stopped looking. On the identification card it read that insert female's name here was working at the HSBC office. So we decided to head over and give the wallet to the front desk. I was also opted to give it to the parking security guards but thought better of it since they don't actually work inside and they might pick up the loose bills. I asked the person managing the back entrance of the HSBC tower.

err, do you have someone named insert female's name here ?
Ok, ma'am, let's go check on the front.

So we were able to tour the first floor of HSBC, we gone through secured, little id-opened entrances that you can ironically jump over, until we reached the front desk.

I repeated the question I asked earlier.

err, do you have someone working here named insert female's name here ?
Oh, yeah, she's from HR.
Well, okay, you see, she dropped her wallet and I was just going to return it.

If you could see their faces, everyone was smiling at us. It was bizarre. The front desk dude asked me to wait in the lounge while they contact her.

I just wanted to leave the wallet and go eat, but no, they had to make me write my name on a piece of paper so they'd know who returned the wallet and stuff.

So after 5 minutes, the guard came in and was telling her:

Here are the kids (me: KIDS?!WTF I'm 22 already!) who returned your wallet.

the girl with her friends came in and she thanked me a million times with the other one commenting how my pants are cute (i was wearing my gray gauchos that day) and even asked me if I wanted a job at HSBC. I laughed and asked if they have IT positions available, gave me her number and we left. After thanking me again for the millionth time.

I do not really know what was all the fuss about. It was obviously the right thing to do. And of course, any decent human being would've done that if we all weren't laced with poverty and temptation...

g33k p0st: i ♥ rainlendar

it's been a while since I got excited over a piece of software that is a value to my life. The last one was probably jwpce. Which I find still short on my list of must-have softwares in your laptop.

Anyway, forget about that, but let's go to rainlendar. It's been around for a while, but it just caught my eye today when I saw it at KM's notebook. The sleek, transparent calendar, the cute little crossable, progress monitoring to-dos and the nifty alert-recurring enabled events list that will surely make the OC people happily organizing their appointments, meetings and other online and offline whatnots in the comforts of their own desktop.

Not to mention that the calendars alert you for important dates and other events that you have scheduled. And, don't worry about swapping pcs, since you can copy all the data you entered from Rainlendar to your usb drive and take it with you anywhere by just grabbing the information where the software is installed. Beat that!

I took a print screen of it while updating this entry.I love it's uncluttered, minimal, semi-transparent look that matches my bare desktop which almost always just has My Documents, My Computer, Recycle Bin, and My Network Places on it. I have a friend who has his desktop half-covered with icons and damn, I don't like it one bit.

my rainlendar on the right

Anyone who wants to give it a try, just pop over to http://www.rainlendar.net. I bet it will rank as one of the most useful mini-apps for a while.

I am such a geek.

well-rounded siya...

This was one of the first few times I was assessed not in the spectrum of my own little world.

Frankly, it felt good.

The surprise, the interest, and the curious little cats that gave me a really good once over, took down notes, asked me questions, of the most technical and the most mundane (you drink?). and the questions that ripped and boggled my brain, lighting up in different areas at the same time in pure logical and creative joy.

I missed that. SO much.

Anyway, a thud to reality. I woke up. And I was back in my own cubicle. My d610 laptop, my flip-flapping plant, my books and brochures lined up, the piles of paper everywhere, my 2 mugs for pens and disposable utensils.

It was a pierce of the otherworld. It was fun, but it was nice to be back.

I love my new glasses

I couldn't wait until the end of the month. So I got new glasses already. Yay.

gark.crap.f*ck.sh#t,d4mn

On the last day of my PL, we had dinner at Contis. It was a bunch of us, (PWLAN+xGSN), Jas and Renan. It was fun. We gave her a hanging picture frame with our group picture and her with Michael Scofield(sp?) the "dreamy prison break guy", and a Tripoley game.

It was a total food fest. Since it was a double resignation, there were boxes of Yellow Cab Pizza on the West Wing during the break time that afternoon where I had a slice of Shrimp and Garlic Pizza.

It was excruciating to each again so I had a tempting Chicken Marsala with the equally not tempting Russian Salad on the side.

Anyway, all's well end's well as we went to discover High Street. I gawked and gaped at the newly opened Fully Booked 4 floors of fun. Only 2 floors are currently open, but I was hyperventilating and gasping for breath at the books, the smell when i first got in I was in heaven.

Not to mention they will be opening a starbucks store on the top floor soon. *sigh*.

I can practically live there.

Bought a new book too. Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami.