say what?

on a poster in front of a nuts and bolts (and screws) shop:

SCREW MASTER

wahahahahahaha! :D

oooooooo...k. i'm gonna stop now. :P


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watchulookinat?

freak the gawddarn weather.

it must be the weather.

yeah. i'll just blame it on the weather.

no point blaming myself again cos... it just doesn't make any sense. i do that all the time and, well, it doesn't make much of a difference. i can't blame you either cos... well, just because. so yeah, I'M BLAMING IT ON THE FREAKIN' WEATHER!

are you really THAT insensitive?! i got offended. big time. i even stopped talking. me, the ever-talkative claude, freakin' stopped talking. but didja notice? noooo. you just freakin' continued whatever the hell you were doing like an impervious lil ass.

hindi ako natuwa sa sinabi mo. nakaka-offend yun, hindi mo ba alam? hindi dahil close tayo pwede mo na akong sabihan ng ganun. that was waaay beyond the line, mister. and i deserve an apology.

im exhausted, stressed, and worn out with work and here you are, one of the few persons i thought would get me outta this crap i'm in, just diggin' the shithole deeper.

well, thank you for nothing.


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done in and spent

shortlived

it just freakin' dawned on me.

THE SINGAPOREANS WILL ARRIVE ON THE 24TH. THE SAME DAY AS GRANMA'S!

nooooooooooooooo!

*throws tantrums*

why, oh why????

that means no granma on the 24th yet. i'll hafta wait 'til the weekend. oh bummer!

*throws more tantrums*

happiness in the midst of chaos

GRANMA'S COMING HOME ON THE 24TH!!!

woot! woot!

i miss my grams. really. i haven't seen her for.... hmmmn... AGES. why does the states hafta be so far?


anyways, that also means... instant reunion. party! party! parteeeey!

times like these, i wish gramps was still here. that'd be more fun. but then again, i know he'll be with us in spirit. that's for sure.

can't wait 'til wednesday.

*giddy*


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happiness.

panic

whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!?!?!

*fans self*

the singaporeans are coming! oh no!

*panic attacks*

what to do?! what to do?!

*walks in circles*

they're coming on wednesday. and they asked me to meet them at the hotel.

ohmyfriggingawd! im seriously, seriously, panicking right now.

i'm stressed as it is. now i'm... blah. see? there's not even a word for what i'm feeling. argh.

oh dear Lord. help me please?


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now i'm crawling in the dark
lookin' for the answers

5 is' and then some

ripped this off a blog friend's site. *thanks aRj.*

Directions: Type "(your name) is" with the quotes, into Google and then search. Then pick out your favorite 5 responses. Copy, then repost your responses:

1.) Claudette is also blessed with a body THAT MOST MODELS AND ACTRESSES WISH FOR. (rooooiiiiittteeee!)
2.) Claudette is truly amazing.
3.) Claudette is likely to turn into a hurricane tonight.
4.) Claudette is a spoiled (and married) brat.
5.) Claudette is gone and so is most of the fish. (hahaha.)


and being the makulit person that I am, i tried it with Yahoo! too and this is what i got:

1.) Claudette is sardonically real.
2.) Claudette is our oatmeal-colored floppy bear.
3.) Claudette is pregnant now. (wahaha. how? immaculate conception?!)
4.) Claudette is a veritable dynamo, a powerhouse of ideas, and something of a chameleon
5.) Claudette is the hotness.


ooo....k. that was FUN. i should do that more often. make fun of myself, that is. i haven't done that for the longest time and i almost forgot how fun that was. :D


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a blink, a stare, a lie.

the month that was

the things i get myself into. UGH.

get this.

i travel from qc to paranaque every-freakin'-day. that's two freakin' hours of freakin' travel time just to get to freakin' work! add another two hours to get home... that's four freakin' hours of my life wasted on travelling every-freakin'-day. could you imagine?! Tuesdays and Wednesdays are worse cos i hafta go to alabang first, then paranaque. and that's on normal days. there are days when i hafta go to alabang, then to paranaque, then to makati, then back to paranaque, then to diliman. whew! i got tired just by writing that.

oh oh oh! oh gahd. i remember that one time i TRIED to take the bus from paranaque to qc. that took me three hours to get home. three friggin' hours of torture! it was HELL, man. shiiyeah. not to mention that i have nothing, zilch, zero, nada food in my tummy.

have i mentioned that i hate, nay, despise bus drivers? they're evuuhhhhlll. evil i tell you! ever driven next to them? you get the picture. i hate bus seats. uber uncomfy. ugh. not to mention icky too. i hate bus commuters. ever had your feet (ohh yeahh. both of em.) stepped on a gazillion times in 5 minutes? right.

which brings me... i wonder if i could request a service (a car, thankyouverymuch.) from the singapore people. hmmmn... but then again with gas prices as high as the petronas towers and the metro traffic AND the distance i hafta drive, not to mention evil metro drivers... NO, THANK YOU.

Thank God for the MRT! i still hafta take the bus but that blessed thing just cut my bus ride in half. 3/4's even. all i have to do is get to EDSA and that lovely, lovely MRT's there waiting for me. yay.

it's been almost a month. everything's starting to be a routine. i don't think i'll get used to this though, unlike all the other crappy things i made myself do.

don't get me wrong. i like my work. i like what i'm doing. i know i'll benefit from this. this'll make me grow. career-wise, that is. it's just that... all these travelling. it's slowly taking its toll on me. im just a month into the job. and i have to endure this for a year! waaah.

oh dear God, please help me.


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a post, a heartbeat, an emotion.