/ 11:08:00 PM

For The Corkboard



There are lists and then there are lists. Yep, I'm into this OC-ish habit of list-making. It's my coping mechanism. For those times when my brain cells go on overdrive, generating more ideas than I can actually keep track of -- much less process. Those split second moments when a lighbulb inside your head actually goes ding! and I'll be damned if I'll just let most of it drift into never never land. So that's why I keep a doodle notebook with me. And that's why I keep on making lists. To help me remember stuff when my thinking machine goes on a nap.



My To Do Lists (TDLs) generally fall on either of these categories:

TDL #1: aka HTDs

translation: the "you have to do these stuff tomorrow or you're screwed" To Do List

pertains to: tasks I have to accomplish to keep my ass from being fried (or fired. weh. same diff)

warning: ito talaga yung mga hindi pwedeng hindi gawin



TDL #2: aka WTDs

translation: the things I want to do "before I die" or "before I grow so old I won't even get to appreciate it"

pertains to: tasks which are not necessarily life-compromising in nature but will keep on bugging you if you deadma it away

warning: it will leave an empty spot in your life where (you keep on wishing) it should've been



So with that, I give you the latest in my WTDs:

1. brush up on photoshop

2. make a new screencap-based layee (pursuant to #1)

3. attempt to write a fanfic (a drabble, for starters)

4. make/edit a music vid



* And I want all these to be CSI-inspired. Oh yes, CSI again. I'm so into this show right now it's not even funny anymore.



Timeline? Uhm, I don't know. This lifetime, preferably. =p I know I should've set a definite timeframe already but between work, time and technology constraints, my hands are pretty much tied. See it's like this. In order to take all the screencaps and video clips, I need lots of hard drive space. To edit the pix and experiment with photoshop, I need a pc with a high memory and again, lots of disk space. Same goes for editing the video. Not to mention converting the vcd file format (*.dat) into editable *.mpg files before being able to extract video clips per episode. Whew. So it all boils down to a pc with huge disk space, high memory, and non-dial up internet connection. None of which I have at home. I swear I lose hope of ever doing even one of those everytime I take a look at my nearly dying pc. I'm telling you it's this close to permanently crashing. *sobs* Which brings me to my office-assigned pc.. which has everything I've enumerated about three sentences ago. But for me to do all those, time is an absolute requirement. And during work hours, it is also something I have none to spare.



Smell the sick cycle of frustration.



Or not.



~^~^~^~^~



If you've ever been obsessed on a particular tv show...



...or an actor, actress, book or movie at some particular point in your life, then you'd prolly find all my rabid fascination "normal." If you haven't, then wag ka na. I'm not being mean or anything but You'll never get it. You'll just end up rolling your eyes and muttering about how someone can waste time and resources on something that ain't even real. That and more. But I'm telling you that you still won't get it. You've never been there so you can't ever know how it feels like.



Yes, you have been warned.



defensive na kung defensive



But fudge off. This makes me happy. This gives me something to look forward to whenever I check my mail. And this leaves me with lesser time to mope and actually gets my creative juices from forever drying up. So pardon me for wanting to be a little less scroogey these past few weeks.



Yes, and a merry christmas to you too. ^_^



~^~^~^~^~



sick as a dog

tired as a mule

Hayop!

welcome to my world



So that's the fucken story of my last week.



~^~^~^~^~



Que Horror



Every one who has ever had one of those nasty hacking coughing fits could probably relate with me on this.



It begins as a tickling sensation in your throat. Then it grows. And grows. Til it's not so much as a "tickling" anymore. It has certifiably escalated into a "bursting" sensation that would not be discreetly ahem-ed away. You try to control it till your face goes red or even purple with the exertion of trying to swallow back the gagging reflex that is threatening to embarrass you even more.



Dreaded places to be when you're suddenly feeling the beginnings of the tickling sensation:


1. a jam-packed mrt/lrt/shuttle/elevator

2. the corner of a library which is farthest from the exit door

3. an extremely quiet office where the clikety-clack of the keyboards are the noisiest of sounds

4. a pre-bday surprise party @ your boss's nearly sterile abode, with a month-old baby (re: virus magnet)

5. a church/chapel during the homily or consecration



Been there.

Fervently wished that the ground would break open and eat me up.

Found out that there really is no such thing as a fairy godmother.



~^~^~^~^~



She who must not be named



For every group you find yourself stuck with, there is always the one. The one who makes you really think if there's justice in this world. The one who makes you inwardly groan at the mere thought of being in close contact with. The one who unfailingly manages to get on your nerves (unintentional or not. same diff anyways). The one who makes your waking and working hours a less than pleasant experience for you. Heh. "Less than pleasant." Fucket, I was being politically correct. That was too sanitized. What I meant to say is that there's always a biatch. Since there's not much I can do about it anyway, I'd like to think of their existence as a gruelling test of patience. Really. Yeah right.



And then she shoots. She strikes. She scores.



And yet again, she ruined my perfectly sucky Monday. and Tuesday. and Wednesday. and... Heh. You're prolly getting the idea by now. That is, if my first few sentences didn't drive home the point well enuf. =p



Anong spell nga ba dapat gamitin? Wanna forget I ever met her.. Er... Obliviate?! *Meowl too lazy to check on her Potterverse Databank*



~^~^~^~^~



Chronicles of Nyar-nah



Dec.12

My plan of keeping a perfect attendance record went poof. Much as I needed to go to work last Friday, my body simply refused to cooperate. Was coughing. Was sneezing. Was running a fever. The works. Methinks twas about time I listened to my bogged-down body's demands. Weh. As if naman ka-ignore ignore. How can I not notice?! But since I had a pending task at work, I wasn't able to fully put my mind to rest. I actually spent most of the morning communicating with the vendor and worrying about office stuff till the afternoon.

Consuelo de bobo: In between wheezing and coughing, plus the queasy sensation of feeling bangag to the bones, I had time to watch two of my much-missed telenovelas. =p



Dec.13

No more fever. Still coughing. Still sneezing. At me dumagdag pang isa. Dysmenorrhea. *Again, too lazy to verify the actual spelling* Hala, sige. Pakyawin raw ba lahat?! Andamot ko noh? I ended up sleeping most of the day away.
Consuelo de bobo: Extended pala ang dramathon sa hapon kapag sabado. Wehehe.



~^~^~^~^~



Meet The Plot Bunnies



It started with just one. One little bunny.



And now they're all over me.



Taking over my waking moments.

Plaguing me with ideas.

Stealing my unguarded moments and filling my thoughts with that of theirs.



And I can't simply shake 'em off.



This is maddening.



Seriously.



This has got to stop.

PROFILE: I am blah from class here and is born on 00/00/00, time. and so love me like this. I was so cute, I am totally an element that you'd never ever known, you can;t find it in the periodic table cause no one has even found it- I explode in your face just like potassium when it touches water, it's really explosive, you should really run away first before I do spark into flames and burn you alive! I love blasting my music as well, when love sync (elissa) let me hear Cry-Rihanna, i have been like addicted to it like drugs- oh wait. it's worse than drugs, it's better, more addictive than drugs. listen to that song! and this is one of my last blogskin that i will produce until the EOYs of 2008, cause i flunked Biology, ARGHS! OMG I SURE DIE LIKE !@#$% and i am emo now like under ltos of peer pressure and bad seniors.



having been in hwa chong institution (just like make it long so you can preview a long post or wad that fits right down underneath which i think i shall crap all day today) my eyes have been wanting to close since 20:00 (8PM)), I was so tired, cause the syllabus in hwachong is really so hard that no one can sleep really well. The new CSE classes (aka. Centre for Scholaristic Excellence) and is also known for it's famous nickname Cannot Sleep Everyday or Early. Is like even the teachers know, so the homework is reduced, but it's like OMG! will die, this year already so hard, next year i say "die!" mati already lar. arghs!NEXT, A RIOT OF COLORS, WHAT DO YOU THINK OF ME. AND I KNOW THAT I BRUISE EASILY. LEAP OF FATE LIKE i never know and i'm learning to fly and a safety net to cushion the blow. and i feel so suicidal and note "I BRUISE EASILY" and be gentle when you handle me.




hello once again, i have been having nightmares,no one is doing work for my project , whcih is true. supposed to do "family planning" is like whatever lar, when will we be able to use it not like very soon we are gonna have kids, settle down, earn money have NSman relief or whatsoever or even Children Relief, is like wtf. I am eating CIGAR ROLLS, they are vilina flavoured and jsut finished my bowl of ice cream which tasted so mixed, haha btu it was ncie to me (: I like mix of flavours liek suddenly a RIOT of colors and A EXPLOSION of taste! I mean like it's really impactful come to think about it, and cause my project has to be handed in by friday so i shall rush typign finish this retarded paragraph. like hello! ello! buhello! darkdegree will go on HIATUS soon. and i am so emo, i feel like slashing my wrist now, it's true adn don't look down on me for that i know people discriminate.

see you there at hiatus land.

/ 11:08:00 PM

For The Corkboard



There are lists and then there are lists. Yep, I'm into this OC-ish habit of list-making. It's my coping mechanism. For those times when my brain cells go on overdrive, generating more ideas than I can actually keep track of -- much less process. Those split second moments when a lighbulb inside your head actually goes ding! and I'll be damned if I'll just let most of it drift into never never land. So that's why I keep a doodle notebook with me. And that's why I keep on making lists. To help me remember stuff when my thinking machine goes on a nap.



My To Do Lists (TDLs) generally fall on either of these categories:

TDL #1: aka HTDs

translation: the "you have to do these stuff tomorrow or you're screwed" To Do List

pertains to: tasks I have to accomplish to keep my ass from being fried (or fired. weh. same diff)

warning: ito talaga yung mga hindi pwedeng hindi gawin



TDL #2: aka WTDs

translation: the things I want to do "before I die" or "before I grow so old I won't even get to appreciate it"

pertains to: tasks which are not necessarily life-compromising in nature but will keep on bugging you if you deadma it away

warning: it will leave an empty spot in your life where (you keep on wishing) it should've been



So with that, I give you the latest in my WTDs:

1. brush up on photoshop

2. make a new screencap-based layee (pursuant to #1)

3. attempt to write a fanfic (a drabble, for starters)

4. make/edit a music vid



* And I want all these to be CSI-inspired. Oh yes, CSI again. I'm so into this show right now it's not even funny anymore.



Timeline? Uhm, I don't know. This lifetime, preferably. =p I know I should've set a definite timeframe already but between work, time and technology constraints, my hands are pretty much tied. See it's like this. In order to take all the screencaps and video clips, I need lots of hard drive space. To edit the pix and experiment with photoshop, I need a pc with a high memory and again, lots of disk space. Same goes for editing the video. Not to mention converting the vcd file format (*.dat) into editable *.mpg files before being able to extract video clips per episode. Whew. So it all boils down to a pc with huge disk space, high memory, and non-dial up internet connection. None of which I have at home. I swear I lose hope of ever doing even one of those everytime I take a look at my nearly dying pc. I'm telling you it's this close to permanently crashing. *sobs* Which brings me to my office-assigned pc.. which has everything I've enumerated about three sentences ago. But for me to do all those, time is an absolute requirement. And during work hours, it is also something I have none to spare.



Smell the sick cycle of frustration.



Or not.



~^~^~^~^~



If you've ever been obsessed on a particular tv show...



...or an actor, actress, book or movie at some particular point in your life, then you'd prolly find all my rabid fascination "normal." If you haven't, then wag ka na. I'm not being mean or anything but You'll never get it. You'll just end up rolling your eyes and muttering about how someone can waste time and resources on something that ain't even real. That and more. But I'm telling you that you still won't get it. You've never been there so you can't ever know how it feels like.



Yes, you have been warned.



defensive na kung defensive



But fudge off. This makes me happy. This gives me something to look forward to whenever I check my mail. And this leaves me with lesser time to mope and actually gets my creative juices from forever drying up. So pardon me for wanting to be a little less scroogey these past few weeks.



Yes, and a merry christmas to you too. ^_^



~^~^~^~^~



sick as a dog

tired as a mule

Hayop!

welcome to my world



So that's the fucken story of my last week.



~^~^~^~^~



Que Horror



Every one who has ever had one of those nasty hacking coughing fits could probably relate with me on this.



It begins as a tickling sensation in your throat. Then it grows. And grows. Til it's not so much as a "tickling" anymore. It has certifiably escalated into a "bursting" sensation that would not be discreetly ahem-ed away. You try to control it till your face goes red or even purple with the exertion of trying to swallow back the gagging reflex that is threatening to embarrass you even more.



Dreaded places to be when you're suddenly feeling the beginnings of the tickling sensation:


1. a jam-packed mrt/lrt/shuttle/elevator

2. the corner of a library which is farthest from the exit door

3. an extremely quiet office where the clikety-clack of the keyboards are the noisiest of sounds

4. a pre-bday surprise party @ your boss's nearly sterile abode, with a month-old baby (re: virus magnet)

5. a church/chapel during the homily or consecration



Been there.

Fervently wished that the ground would break open and eat me up.

Found out that there really is no such thing as a fairy godmother.



~^~^~^~^~



She who must not be named



For every group you find yourself stuck with, there is always the one. The one who makes you really think if there's justice in this world. The one who makes you inwardly groan at the mere thought of being in close contact with. The one who unfailingly manages to get on your nerves (unintentional or not. same diff anyways). The one who makes your waking and working hours a less than pleasant experience for you. Heh. "Less than pleasant." Fucket, I was being politically correct. That was too sanitized. What I meant to say is that there's always a biatch. Since there's not much I can do about it anyway, I'd like to think of their existence as a gruelling test of patience. Really. Yeah right.



And then she shoots. She strikes. She scores.



And yet again, she ruined my perfectly sucky Monday. and Tuesday. and Wednesday. and... Heh. You're prolly getting the idea by now. That is, if my first few sentences didn't drive home the point well enuf. =p



Anong spell nga ba dapat gamitin? Wanna forget I ever met her.. Er... Obliviate?! *Meowl too lazy to check on her Potterverse Databank*



~^~^~^~^~



Chronicles of Nyar-nah



Dec.12

My plan of keeping a perfect attendance record went poof. Much as I needed to go to work last Friday, my body simply refused to cooperate. Was coughing. Was sneezing. Was running a fever. The works. Methinks twas about time I listened to my bogged-down body's demands. Weh. As if naman ka-ignore ignore. How can I not notice?! But since I had a pending task at work, I wasn't able to fully put my mind to rest. I actually spent most of the morning communicating with the vendor and worrying about office stuff till the afternoon.

Consuelo de bobo: In between wheezing and coughing, plus the queasy sensation of feeling bangag to the bones, I had time to watch two of my much-missed telenovelas. =p



Dec.13

No more fever. Still coughing. Still sneezing. At me dumagdag pang isa. Dysmenorrhea. *Again, too lazy to verify the actual spelling* Hala, sige. Pakyawin raw ba lahat?! Andamot ko noh? I ended up sleeping most of the day away.
Consuelo de bobo: Extended pala ang dramathon sa hapon kapag sabado. Wehehe.



~^~^~^~^~



Meet The Plot Bunnies



It started with just one. One little bunny.



And now they're all over me.



Taking over my waking moments.

Plaguing me with ideas.

Stealing my unguarded moments and filling my thoughts with that of theirs.



And I can't simply shake 'em off.



This is maddening.



Seriously.



This has got to stop.