Last Quarter

I would like to tell everyone that I finally decided to open the comments for Last Quarter. But even then, I will keep the blog blocked away from search engines. This way, spams will still be less.

Memoire: The Antiques Fanlisting
While I'm at this, I'm also plugging Memoire. It's a fanlisting for antiques.

This fanlisting is not originally mine. It had been around for quite a while and I just adopted it from Stilla recently (About last month). The transfer of ownership has been officially made. I'm really happy about adoting this fanlisting because I love it very much. If you are a fan of antiques, please consider joining.

WordPress Issues

Since my update of this blog to 2.3.1, for some reason, my blog fucked up? I just noticed that I was missing a few categories here and there and the category ID are messed up as well. I have this thing with arrangement and numberings so I wanted everything to be arranged in my specific order. It's like this, I wanted my categories to be numbered and named according to my preference - category 1 should be named Life, etc. But then, for some reason, everything went in shambles since my update. I don't know how long will it take me this time to rearrange everything again since, well, I've blogged for ages and I have a lot of entries, if I may say so myself. Just thinking about it irritates me. Gah. :mad:

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.

Pilipino, alam mo ba? Minsan, hindi ko malaman kung ikaw ba ay pasaway, hindi marunong bumasa, o sadyang wala lang talagang disiplina sa sarili. Nakikita mo na nga yang "NO SMOKING" sa harap mo, sindi ka pa rin? Kung ahas lang yan, tinuklaw ka na eh. At hindi pa yun, tinagalog pa ha, "Bawal Pong Manigarilyo Dito." At ginalang ka pa, wa epek pa rin? Sa totoo lang, pare, kapal ng mukha mong magsindi sa harap pa mismo ng karatula. Sa tingin mo ba "bangis" yan inaasal mo? Itulak kaya kita sa bangil nang makita mo kung anong ang salitang bangis. At isa pa gas-gas na salitang "lupet" at kailangan mo nang magpalit ng ekspresyon. Pero kung miyembro ka ng KRP/NRS o Kapisanan ng mga Rockerzzz sa Pilipinas/National Rockerzzz Society, sige lang ang paggamit sapagkat jologs ka naman. Minsan tuloy naisip ko, paano kung nauso ang shocking pink na thong, magsusuot din kaya ang mga KRP/NRS nito?

Ah, ewan. Hindi na ako makikialam dahil wala namang kinalaman ang mga yan sa akin. Kaya kung saan ka masaya, susuportahan na lang kita. Pero wag lang ang paninigarilyo, sa tabi ko at sa harap ng karatula. Pero seryoso, kung pwede ko talagang ihampas yang karatula sa mukha mo, ginawa ko na.

We have a new house maid. I fucking don't like her. Of all things, I hate people who are epal and papansin. And I fucking hate the fact that she keeps talking to me while I clearly am not interested of the tales of her life and her children. I understand the fact that she's lonely and has no one to talk to in this goddamn house. Why not just listen to the radio or watch TV instead? I am not someone who likes to talk to people whose name I do not even know. And yes, I do not know her name. I don't even want to know. I'll just forget it anyway, so why trouble myself. Also, a normal person does not wax the floor while there are people inside the room! And you don't normally cry when people simply ask you where you put away something he's looking for.

Heck.

Ever since I started blogging a few years back, I've NEVER advertised/promote my sites to other people's site without consent. You know why?

BECAUSE IT'S FUCKING RUDE!

I've said this a thousand times. And I'll say it again and again until you people understand, that my blog and sites DOES NOT exist for you, rude people, to advertise/promote your own sites on. I was never fond of people advertising/promoting their sites in my blog. If you want to advertise your sites that badly, I have a plugboard where you can plug your sites! Plug there instead. If you wanted me to visit your sites, I always provide a field where you can leave your URL at. You don't need to rub it to me that you own a freaking site, and repeat it that I should visit your site in the comment box.

Today, I deleted quite a few comments like this and marked them as spam. The next time you spam here, I'm spamming at your sites or at worst case, I'll report you to your host as spammers.

*twitch* *twitch*

Goodness, people! I don't care what the hell you guys do with your lives. I don't fucking care if you smoke like Carbon Monoxide serves the same purpose as Oxygen to you, drink like you haven't tasted liquor since birth, have sex like that would be the last pleasure you'll ever have. I don't fucking care if you treat each day like you'll never see tomorrow again. Just fucking leave me out of it.

Also, please stop sending me useless junks. My mailbox are already cluttered with spams, the last thing I wanna get are more of it. And oh, if you wanted to invite me to something, make sure they have this this thing called "True Remove" and/or I can remove myself from their mailing list since their fucking irritating.

*exhales*

Firstly, for the update, I finally put up the 2007 Gifts I received and the rewards I got from visiting sites. :) Also, it seems to me that people don't notice the site updates when I put it on the sidebar. I wonder why? *points at the sidebar*

It seems to me that I've been rather reaching my limit lately. I don't know if it's because I am all stressed up with tons of things to work on and the queue seems to pile up more and more, or some members from KH adding the tons of spams I encounter are really starting to tick me off. I think I would lose some time out first before I really tick off. I am using this blog as a means of stress reliever again tonight and these past following days, I know, and I'm really sorry for it but I couldn't help it. It's better to use it that way than me bursting out, right?

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And my post sponsor, rhinoplasty in Melbourne, Florida, is about plastic/cosmetic surgery again. It's not that I rant too much but most of my sponsored link seemed to be about plastic surgery. I don't know if this is some sort of a "calling" for me to have my face changed to something decent looking or rather, less scary. >.<

Work's been really great these days. I like the friendly and quiet atmosphere. The sounds of people's typing are music to my ears. How I hate listening to other people's taste in music. Much more, when that someone was born from the 40's! Seriously, the only voice my ears are tolerating these days are Gackt's and only Gackt's.

Anyway, here's my day's rant. :P

Someone: Hi.
Moi: Yo~
Someone: Have I seen you somewhere before? You really seem familiar to me.
Moi: I don't think so. This is the first time I saw you.
Someone: Oh, is that so? I don't know why but I somehow had seen your face somewhere.
Moi: Hmm... Baka nakita mo lang ako kung saan. Kalat-kalat lang naman ako diyan sa tabi-tabi.
[Translation: Hmm... Maybe. You probably saw me somewhere. I'm kinda always everywhere.
Someone: Siguro nga. I'm [insert name here], by the way.
[Translation: Maybe. I'm [insert name here], by the way.]
Moi: Ok.
Someone: Age?
Moi: 21
Someone: Boyfriend?
Moi: Yes. (I just lied.)
Someone: Gaano na kayo katagal?
[Translation: How long have you been together?]
Moi: 3 years. (At least, half of it were true.)
Someone: Wow. Tagal na.
[Translation: Wow, that's long.]
Moi: Yeah.
Someone: Are you busy?
Moi: Not quite. But I am doing something.
Someone: Oh...

That, my dear beloved readers is an example of an old rusty line to hit on someone. I have nothing against the person or whatever, but seriously, I think that that kind of tactic to hit on someone is kind of common and I also find it lame. Geez, can't people think of a better way to hit on someone than use ancient tactics that I even read in manga these days? Also, I would like to excuse myself for the lies and another lie. So sorry for the person who got involved. It isn't a big deal anyway. I didn't mention any names, so I am excused?