Gah. Social climber! Spare me! The only thing you know is how to drink coffee at Starbucks and brag that all your stuffs are branded, where in fact, the only brands you wear are from Bench and Penshoppe. You know, pare, it's like you're bragging that your entire attire from head to toe cost about 1,500.00 in total which is roughly equivalent to 10% of the Atelier Boz dress that I wanted and and your body spray was like Atlantis - some 10 year old body spray. Then you heard this new thing called.. uh.. CK One and started to buy one and brag it's original and all. If I know, you just bought it from that new perfume refilling station in malls. But just to let you know, CK One is like "pabango ng bayan" and everyone seemed to have the same smell as you. Eww, you.

It's not that I hate you or something, it's just that I get irritated over people like you.

Okay, so my e-mails were damned to hell for all eternity. To make it more comprehensible for the benefit of the masses who can't understand me simply because I can't understand myself as well, sometimes, I can no longer retrieve it. So what's the point of asking and kept on reminding someone to back it up before the reformat? Whatever. This is all my Windows Vista Business Edition's fault. Damn you Vista. While I'm at it, damn you Microsoft.

Going back to the scene of crime, one morning, October 19th 2007 at 8:15 am to be exact, my PC refuses to boot. AND after hours of rebooting and rebooting and God knows what he does with my PC, it came to our... err... what was his position again? Bah, whatever.  Never mind. Anyway, according to him, there's no way out of it and the only solution is to reinstall everything and so, I agreed. Now, he installed Windows XP because according to him, again, he doesn't know how to install Vista. So I asked him to at least back up my e-mails from the C:/Documents and Settings/Application Data... yada yada.. And so for some reason, he backed up the wrong thing. I don't know how t happened but it did. So now, all my e-mails are gone. And of course, this is with the execption of the fact that I have a deadline for like tomorrow? How the heck am I supposed to finish my project on time?

Really, shit happens.

Short Recap: Dora (as in Dora the Explorer with the "abre!", "te amo", and a backpack with the talking/singing map) is our house maid who is too much.

Dear Dora,

This is the last draw. I've been fucking trying to be nice and treat you like a human being. Please take note that me being nice is not something you would encounter everyday. And god (all kinds) knows how hard I tried my best to keep myself respectful of you one way or another since you're old and all. But this is enough. This is as far as my patience go. Everyone knows, for a fact, that Patience is not one of my virtues. I am also short tempered bitch, if I may say so myself. And the mere fact that I am as warped as to have a tendency to throw things at you. Even so, rest assured that I am not the type to stab people on their back. So if in case you're seeing knives flying towards your face, one of this days, you'll know I thew that and I am intending for your death. Better be prepared.

First, if you don't want to ruin your manicure, then don't fucking wash the clothes! That is why there's a thing called "washing machine" there for you to use. Second, you know that you are going to wash clothes, why the heck would you put on a manicure? Third, can't you just wash clothes fucking normally like NORMAL people do?Who do you need to have so much requirements when you're just going to wash clothes? Thirdly, people don't cry just because someone is not talking to you. Do you really need that great of an attention? Fourth, you DON'T have the right to tell people in this house to talk to you. We are god damn too busy with our lives to deal with your annoying trivial matters. Fifth, the only thing you do in this house is to sweep the floors and wash clothes, nothing more, nothing less. You don't need to mind the things you're not supposed to mind. Our business is our business, got that? Sixth, I know, I know, you're stupid hand is drying from washing clothes, therefore, I have to buy you an Arrianne (Avon product) lotion because of it. Seventh, when you see a shirt with prints, you DON'T iron the prints! I know you're from some remote mountain and all, a mountain where all people who washes clothes needs Avon product lotions to keep their hands from drying and have all their nails manicured, the bar soap their using to wash clothes have to be flower flavored and everything, but what the hell are you doing?! Isn't it a common thought not to iron printed shirts? Or is it just me that thinks it's a common thought not to iron prints? Whatever. Anyway, you ruined my favorite shirt, wise ass! Even if 25% of my clothes are Tribal Gear brand, favorite shirts still holds my highest attention. And lastly, stop being a know it all wise ass, okay? You just annoy me even more.

PS: Don't expect me to be nice to you after this, you had your last draw with my shirt.

PPS: Dare you touch my coffins and skull collection and I'll add rip you to pieces. I'm fucking serious.

So I got tagged of a Desktop Meme by Talamasca. Since I am at work, as of this moment, I'll show you my desktop.

(Please click the image to view the actual size)

Do I have to explain why? Oh, this is so troublesome. >_<

Anyway, as you can see, my desktop, as my workmates coined it as "freaking weird," might be a little disturbing for some of you. Okay, okay. It's definitely disturbing. Still, I love it just like that. What do I love about this desktop? Well, firstly, I love the fact that that thing looks very human (Glitch and I had an argument if it's a human or a doll) and the fact that it's chained and bleeding all over is a plus too. But the thing I love most about it is that it seems that she doesn't even feel the pain. It trills me to to see it every single day. And frankly, it even went so far that it became the only thing I'm anticipating for when I go to work. Then again, since I'm in a new environment (due to my transfer to PD), my interest is as fresh as a new formatted PC.

Now, let me tour you around my desktop.

Firstly, I would like to point out that I have a Quick Lunch. It's a necessity for me to have that. Also, my OS is Windows Vista. I kinda like Vista's interface. The only thing is, I can't install just whatever stuffs I want. I mean, there are softwares that I couldn't install because their "incompatible." Heck, whatever.
From the top left are three icons namely, Shortcuts, Recycle Bin and G-Talk Received Files. The Shorcuts is a folder that contained all the software desktop shortcuts. I hate them being cluttered all over my desktop so they are all moved there. Then comes the Recycle Bin. You all know what it is so I'm skipping the explanation of what it is. The Recycle Bin is a must in my desktop just as a Quick Lunch is necessary. I can't stand a PC without a bin. Also, if you noticed, it's empty. Simply because it's kinda automatic to me to empty it whenever I see that it contains something. And then, there's the G-Talk Received Files. I put that there because I often receive stuffs from Gtalk more than any other IMs.

Lets move on the bottom left. Everything that is work related, are there. The vhost shorcut links to the folder that contains my local version of our site (the SVN and stuff). Auction.ph Store shortcut links to the Store project we're currently working on but went on hold. *lol*

And lastly, the bottom right part which contains The Dump and the Euri shortcuts. The Dump is a shortcut to my file dump. It's called as such because it's where I dump all my unsorted files. Then the Euri shortcut link directly to my personal folder.

I guess that about everything. Well, how do you like my desktop? It's pretty lame, I know. X-P

Oh, I almost forgot. I'm tagging whoever wanted to take the meme. I'm too lazy to think who I wanted to tag.