Franz Kafka
------- Uh wow. It’s been a while. I’m glad that the blogging community here in motime is still alive. I miss reading my co-bloggers posts!!! Bigtime. I guess I got tired of ranting and raving about my boring life but well, here I am again, back to blogdom. So. This is another one of my chopsuey entries. Pardon me.
----- Nothing’s new really. I’m the still the same old gurl who loves to eat out and hit new restos to search for a new menu. And that’s not to eat South beach recipes okay? They’re telling me to stop being a carbo queen but I can’t help it. I just love pasta, pizza, fajitas, lamb chops etc. I even watch the food network and local cooking shows like “Gourmet Everyday” and Katoque” on QTV even though I feel that I’m going to have an eyestrain because the camera is uber fast and the editing is so…. nevermind. As long as I enjoy the show, fine with me. I’m telling you; almost half of my salary is being spent on food alone. Uhm, I know that it’s pretty bad but I’m cutting down my rice intake. How’s my waistline? Next question please. But maybe, just maybe, I would start to jog again. I need time. And with this kind of work, I don’t have it.
Oh! And I was depressed for like 2 days because I was worried about my q.a. (quality assurance) scores for the month of October because I had a fight with my customers. I didn’t care if somebody was listening or not. All I knew was that I was right and I have to stand up for it. And bottom line is, when I’m hurting, I pamper myself to get better. I know that catching up on sleep, having a good cry, taking a long walk or simply blogging is cheaper and more constructive than splurging on having my hair done and buying clothes that I don’t need but my way of thinking before was, “Hell I only get depress once in a while so go for it gurl!”. End result, my stats were good. I even won as one of the top csr’s for that month and it’s 4 months and running. That means an additional allowance that would allow me to buy 20 venti frappucinnos.
And speaking, I already got my second Starbucks planner. I gave it to a friend who had celebrated her birthday recently because she asked for it. No offense to Starbucks but there planner last year is better for me. The quality of paper that they have used this year is blah. So now I’m talking about Starbucks again! Enough said.
----- Hmmm.... I have also discovered that I’m a worry freak. I worry about the tiniest details. I worry about other people’s problems. I worry about the future and I hate it! I don’t want to worry because it’s unhealthy. I can’t sleep, I eat a little and laughter would be alien to me. Sometimes it works because I want to slim down but who wants to live like a zombie? Picture a gurl walking thru lalaland with dark rings under her eyes living like a gothic with eyeliners to booth and dark music playing in the background. Weird.
----- Filipino blogmates, have you watch Pinoy Big Brother? I did. Not all the time though because of my shift but I voted for Nene when she was evicted. I’m glad she won. I like her because she’s “astig” and very creative when it comes to arts and crafts. And Hazel, do you remember Love K. Thadani? He’s our batchmate and a Thomasian like you. He’s Chx ex-boyfriend. He used to be one of crushes in high school. Why am I telling this? Wala lang. Nada. Zilch.
----- It’s 11 days before Christmas and I still have to shop for my favorite friends. I was planning to make my gifts original but again, I don’t have time so thanks to the malls who are just around the corner, I would know what to give them. The thing is, I have some friends who I think don't deserved to be given a gift. Why?
Friend no. 1: If there’s a bill to be paid or a lift to be bummed, I’m there for her. But I’m starting to wonder if I’m a friend… or just a free ride.
Friend no. 2: Her love life’s a mess her career’s in shambles, and the blister on her heel is making her life and shoe selection a living hell. Poor her. And for that matter, poor me for having to listen to every dire detail.
Friend no. 3: I’ve known her since 4th grade and girl scout days. Anyway, she’s perfectly nice but now we have nothing in common which makes hooking up with her about as exciting as a gyno visit.
Friend no. 4: When she’s single, we’re best buds. But once Mr.Might-Be-Right waltzes into her life, I would be lucky if she texts me.
Am I just naughty or what?
To die would mean nothing else than
to surrender a nothing
to the nothing,
But that would be impossible to conceive,
for how could a person,
even only as a nothing,
consciously surrender to a nothing
and not merely to an empty nothing
but rather to a roaring nothing
whose nothingness consists
only in its incomprehensibility.
