Officemate: Why is Snake humping his milk?
I dunno. But all I know is that Snake licked the tartol. Tartol is aaaangrryy.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
C-c-c-crab battle! *POST UPDATED*
Officemate: Why is Snake humping his milk?
I dunno. But all I know is that Snake licked the tartol. Tartol is aaaangrryy.
Musings, and lolwut.
Haven't touched this blog for awhile now, and I miss writing on a personal one. Yeah. Between the day the last post was put up and this very moment, so many things have happened. Enough to make an entire year quite...unforgettable, to say the least.
Many of the things that came about within that period happened on admittedly less-than-desirable circumstances, and could have been handled differently, but to borrow his words: "it wasn't the easy thing to do, but the right thing to do."
But right things do not necessarily right a wrong that's already been done. The only thing left to do is to make sure you will not do any further wrongdoings.
But enough rhetoric.
I think I and the rest of churchgoers who attended last night's Easter Vigil in a certain church just committed sacrilege en masse. What can we expect from a Church that had priests prancing around in Santa Claus suits within its hallowed halls, after the last Christmas Eve mass?
Picture this: for the entire four-hour duration of the mass - that started on 7:30 in the evening - two hours were spent in darkness, lulling most of the people present to sleep. It's the ideal trap to let people's guards down, for the ultimate clincher. I shouldn't have let my guard down, not especially when the pamphlet informing the faithful about the Easter Vigil mass promised of "amazing visuals you shouldn't miss," or something to that effect.
And then lightning struck. It was simulated lightning, but lightning of THX caliber nonetheless, even it if was just cheap lights blinking against styrofoam that has been painted to look like a tombstone made out of solid rock. I snuck a glance towards my partner-in-crime, who joined me and my family to experience his very first Easter Vigil mass.
His reaction? Priceless. Unreadable actually, but getting an unreadable expression out of the usually animated man was a feat in itself.
Then they proceeded to show some short scenes taken from Mel Gibson's Passion of The Christ. Of course, we're talking about what could be the bloodiest Jesus film every released, and I winced every time the hammer was brought down to the tune of THX boom sound effects. At that point, I forgot that I was even attending mass.
...and somewhere along the way, the said styrofoam rock tombstone opened, revealing a surfer dude haphazardly swathed in what looked like my household's missing satin sheets, walking around in an utter daze as if thinking to himself, what the fuck was he doing in front of a crowd with only a flimsy sheet drawing the line between utter shame and his nakedness?
Nope, I didn't attend Mass. I think I just attended the Rocky Horror Show.
But in any case, I was cheered up by the Caek that he bought me, before we proceeded to the Mass. Behold:
And the good part is that its mango-flavored. "How apt," he said when we found out that it was actually a mango cake. How apt, indeed.
Many of the things that came about within that period happened on admittedly less-than-desirable circumstances, and could have been handled differently, but to borrow his words: "it wasn't the easy thing to do, but the right thing to do."
But right things do not necessarily right a wrong that's already been done. The only thing left to do is to make sure you will not do any further wrongdoings.
But enough rhetoric.
I think I and the rest of churchgoers who attended last night's Easter Vigil in a certain church just committed sacrilege en masse. What can we expect from a Church that had priests prancing around in Santa Claus suits within its hallowed halls, after the last Christmas Eve mass?
Picture this: for the entire four-hour duration of the mass - that started on 7:30 in the evening - two hours were spent in darkness, lulling most of the people present to sleep. It's the ideal trap to let people's guards down, for the ultimate clincher. I shouldn't have let my guard down, not especially when the pamphlet informing the faithful about the Easter Vigil mass promised of "amazing visuals you shouldn't miss," or something to that effect.
And then lightning struck. It was simulated lightning, but lightning of THX caliber nonetheless, even it if was just cheap lights blinking against styrofoam that has been painted to look like a tombstone made out of solid rock. I snuck a glance towards my partner-in-crime, who joined me and my family to experience his very first Easter Vigil mass.
His reaction? Priceless. Unreadable actually, but getting an unreadable expression out of the usually animated man was a feat in itself.
Then they proceeded to show some short scenes taken from Mel Gibson's Passion of The Christ. Of course, we're talking about what could be the bloodiest Jesus film every released, and I winced every time the hammer was brought down to the tune of THX boom sound effects. At that point, I forgot that I was even attending mass.
...and somewhere along the way, the said styrofoam rock tombstone opened, revealing a surfer dude haphazardly swathed in what looked like my household's missing satin sheets, walking around in an utter daze as if thinking to himself, what the fuck was he doing in front of a crowd with only a flimsy sheet drawing the line between utter shame and his nakedness?
Nope, I didn't attend Mass. I think I just attended the Rocky Horror Show.
But in any case, I was cheered up by the Caek that he bought me, before we proceeded to the Mass. Behold:
And the good part is that its mango-flavored. "How apt," he said when we found out that it was actually a mango cake. How apt, indeed.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Definition of OTL: Mai (or even orz, etc.)
Let me start this post by saying that I want to write this as emo-less as possible. Even if all I'm feeling right now makes me want to crawl under a rock and stay there until said rock crushes me, I don't want to go emo. Rage is a better option, but I'm too sobered up to even let myself fly off the handle.
It's actually hard. I mean, it's so easy dealing with things if you let emotions get ahead of you. Emo people have their cut cut stab stab tiem, angry raging beasts get to beat something up. While I am just sitting in the corner, doing my own business while cancerous thingies chew me from the inside out.
I couldn't even express my own despair properly - like my fail attempt earlier which sent me into utter OTL the whole day, making me kick random things as I walked my way home - so in order to avoid looking like a royal idiot I just make myself...happy.
:3
Strangeways, here I come.
OTL. OTL. orz. Whatever.
It's actually hard. I mean, it's so easy dealing with things if you let emotions get ahead of you. Emo people have their cut cut stab stab tiem, angry raging beasts get to beat something up. While I am just sitting in the corner, doing my own business while cancerous thingies chew me from the inside out.
I couldn't even express my own despair properly - like my fail attempt earlier which sent me into utter OTL the whole day, making me kick random things as I walked my way home - so in order to avoid looking like a royal idiot I just make myself...happy.
:3
Strangeways, here I come.
OTL. OTL. orz. Whatever.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Thinking in triangles
Before the teambuilding seminar, it was all about being defensive against squares. As we walked away from the activity, all pumped up in cholesterol, it all turned into fear of triangles.
Don't even bother trying to make sense of it all.
My department jumped into this strange, cholesterol-laden team building activity, set in a resthouse overlooking the sea, complete with a freaky Papa Jesus statue. No team building activity is complete without a freaky Papa Jesus statue looking at the participants, but I digress.
This particular team building is actually my first, and I was expecting something along the lines of getting paid while swimming, or rolling around in sand. It's just too bad that it really did turn out to be an actual team building exercise, something so mentally and physically strenuous that it even caused my anemic faint spells to recur several years after my last attack. God damn it.
But why mentally, you ask? There's nothing actually mentally tasking in the exercises; most of the activities are just all about knowing what your left and you right are while walking around blindfolded, making sure that I don't trip in my boots. But staying in a place full of people I'd rather see only during wurk tiem - redundant STRESS on 'only' - pretty much sent me with my back against the wall trying to gnash my teeth and act the way how normal people would act.
Not only was I sent falling to the ground due to utter exhaustion, I also became that person to be always the first to sleep, missing out on various activities. Not that I minded, of course. It's just too bad that I slept through the creepy parts, except that time when our big boss's face suddenly hovered above mine, while I was lying awake on a dark and stormy 4:00 am playing with my DS.
Damn, that was creepy.
In any case, we're now trying to synthesize the things that we learned during team building. Yes, now we know that conflicts must be acknowledged, that that they all must be dealt with, direct and swift to the point.
We have resolved to confront our certain co-worker whose existence sends our gaydar senses a-tingling, and tell him that the utter tightness of his pants is causing the random downtimes of our servers, and hopefully bring closure to the goddamn issue.
Oh, lawd.
I'd love to actually explain the bit about the squares and the triangles, but I think my co-worker will do a better job at it. I'll just link his post when he does.
Don't even bother trying to make sense of it all.
My department jumped into this strange, cholesterol-laden team building activity, set in a resthouse overlooking the sea, complete with a freaky Papa Jesus statue. No team building activity is complete without a freaky Papa Jesus statue looking at the participants, but I digress.
This particular team building is actually my first, and I was expecting something along the lines of getting paid while swimming, or rolling around in sand. It's just too bad that it really did turn out to be an actual team building exercise, something so mentally and physically strenuous that it even caused my anemic faint spells to recur several years after my last attack. God damn it.
But why mentally, you ask? There's nothing actually mentally tasking in the exercises; most of the activities are just all about knowing what your left and you right are while walking around blindfolded, making sure that I don't trip in my boots. But staying in a place full of people I'd rather see only during wurk tiem - redundant STRESS on 'only' - pretty much sent me with my back against the wall trying to gnash my teeth and act the way how normal people would act.
Not only was I sent falling to the ground due to utter exhaustion, I also became that person to be always the first to sleep, missing out on various activities. Not that I minded, of course. It's just too bad that I slept through the creepy parts, except that time when our big boss's face suddenly hovered above mine, while I was lying awake on a dark and stormy 4:00 am playing with my DS.
Damn, that was creepy.
In any case, we're now trying to synthesize the things that we learned during team building. Yes, now we know that conflicts must be acknowledged, that that they all must be dealt with, direct and swift to the point.
We have resolved to confront our certain co-worker whose existence sends our gaydar senses a-tingling, and tell him that the utter tightness of his pants is causing the random downtimes of our servers, and hopefully bring closure to the goddamn issue.
Oh, lawd.
I'd love to actually explain the bit about the squares and the triangles, but I think my co-worker will do a better job at it. I'll just link his post when he does.
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