lady gaga used to work with PCD, AKON… so there — that’s the reason why the PCD sounded like her.
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now, i get it why i hate hanging around with you…
because you suck my energy — you tend to exhaust me, which eventually lead to boredom.
you tend to just talk about yourself — yes, you and your ego.
my theory is — the very reason of my exhaustion is that you just want to be listened to, much as i share a piece of me, it will always have to be about you. gosh. that’s it!
i have been contemplating on this — and i realized i am enjoying the company of people where the energy flows freely without being sucked by one person.
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anyways, i just hate this chihuahua — filling my mind lately. grrr!
went to powermac before i left for cebu, and found out that i was not really alone with my dilemma — thank god it’s something common among mb white users… now i know why they resorted to mb aluminum… oh well, i just find the mb aluminum too common… i mean, when you take a look at hp laptops you could confuse mb aluminum with it.
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ok. i am just too happy that i have both lily allen’s and lady gaga’s music… downloaded them over the weekend…
by the way some of PCD’s music sounds like lady gaga’s… you could confuse them actually!
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i learned this morning that an OLD friend has a baby girl - one year and 7 months to be exact.
I was texting within the confines of our street. I thought all the while that texting within my street was safe… WRONG! my fault i guess.
I was already in our street when this guy riding a motorbike passed through me, and my spider sense realized that he was already at my back when he pointed his gun on me.
All I could remember is the diameter of the gun was kind of small compared to the one I saw the previous night.
While pointing his gun, he was asking for my cellphone. Yes, I was texting while walking which made me an easy prey. It was indeed a bad idea. Anyways, I threw my phone inside our compound which made the guy disappointed of me. He asked me not too shout. I did not. But I vividly remembered his face.
I am scared that he might be back lurking and planning to get back on me. I saw him halting somewhere on the other street and made a turn back to perhaps my place. Or somewhere. I am scared. I am plainly scared.
His pack is notorious in the village (and the barangay tanods have not dared really running after them because simply they have guns with them).
December is a merry month (duh?! MERRY CHRISTMAS HO-HO-HO)! I believe it will always be one merry month… but I can’t help denying that my blood is infected with this month’s holiday blues…
Actually, the infection has almost reached 60% of my blood, and I need a place to breathe… My heart is asking for 02… Geee!
I just hate it when my recurring depression is RECURRING… it actually eats my soul… my happy me…
I have been setting this thought aside for days I guess… (not because I am aging and that a new year is about to set)… but because I feel sad thinking that Jan-jan has not been with us during Christmas for 6 years now or because my parents are abroad (but I had a very nice moment with them last month when they visited us here)…
I am sad (also) because I am no longer the kid who is contented with simple stuff (not that I want something complicated — I just want to listen to my heart but could not do away with following it because life is so complicated that I have to weigh things… GROWING UP means DECISIONS weighing the right from wrong, the practical from mere extravagance… this is becoming so political eh?!)…
ahmmm… actually at this very moment, I want something simple but it is (also quite) complicated because in a way I could not pull everyone together and just be in a single place with them for Christmas.
Grrrrrrrrrr!!!
Gosh I am turning out to be the Grinch… hehe!
My simple wish is — to be with my siblings (brothers and beloved cousins) and parents and superbly sources of joys (aka Cyd and Almeera) on Christmas Day.
Wala lang!
This will be my last blog for the year in friendster…
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
i just came from a training of facilitators on quality audit tool (well this is in relation of our thrust to advocate social performance in the industry)…
it was an 8-day training where i was nose bleeding (brain bleeding and heart bleeding) because i have to speak in english since one of the participants is from Ukraine and our facilitators are from Poland (and Ukraine too). I was awed with the process and I still have to learn a number of things about my industry.
Anyways, after my brain bleeding and heart bleeding day, Tita Annie organized a sing-a-long night to relax (she has been a gracious host since we arrived).
I just have to commend my INFO SYS Team… we bonded despite the bloody experience.
grrr!
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