September 24, 2008
posted by Nk. at 7:57 AM
I was just about to go with a profound, dramatic one-liner entry on how these days I feel like I'm running out of time or a flailing in the wind like, you already know, don't you? to no one in particular but no, let me waste this space by throwing a fit: to all those people making Tagalog versions of recent pop hits, die, die, die!!!1!!When the bus I was in from Legazpi hit Manila early yesterday morning I was treated to a medley of tagalized (yes, there is such a word, folks) and did I mention butchered versions of Flo Rida's Low, Rihanna's Umbrella, Akon's Smack That and some other shit that did not retain itself in my memory because I was thankfully nearly paralyzed from the eight-hour trip and still too sleepy to think.
And then this morning I was assaulted by the sight and sound of some LOLtist performing her version of Fergie's Clumsy ("ako'y natisod, natapilok, umikot, di nag ingat sa pagmamahal" bullshit) in some morning TV show and it nearly drove me to slash my wrists, pray the rosary, shave my head, or do some crazy sufi dancing in the hopes of warding off the evil spirit of stupidity.
God.
Yes, if this is what you call local music these days I would rather listen to a goat bleat, thanks much.
And oh. Who the hell made that awful remake of Gary V.'s Each Passing Night?? Keeriist.
Labels: anger mismanagement, the local music scene
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June 17, 2008
posted by Nk. at 12:36 PM
* WARNING: Long entry aheadWow. I haven't touched this blog in ages. What can I do, I'm swamped with work at the office lately so much so that I can barely remember to comb my hair or go to the loo.
Anyway. The most I can do is this little summary of What Happened (And Failed To Happen) In My Life In The Past Few Days:
Saturday:
I expected an outing with my old friends from Legazpi but for some reason that involved one of them just joking that he was here but really wasn't (I'm looking atchu, Cyril), I ended up downing glass after glass of grenadine-laced Red Horse with my spur-of-the-moment weekend gal pal Ghetti, her boyfriend Eric, and my BFF Edri at W Grill Makati instead. Now I don't like drinking Red Horse because it tastes awful, but this time Ghetti's little discovery tasted real nice, and I didn't mind drinking it along with my strawberry margarita at all. And it was the first time in months that I got to get out again so yeah, fcuk it and drink I did.
So.
After W-Grill Edri and I found ourselves heading to Jo and Cata's place in Antipolo -- where after another round of Red Horse (which, thanks to my already malfunctioning taste buds, I couldn't taste anymore) -- my good old friends managed to ask me the Profound Question Resulting From Outrageous Alcohol Intake Of The Week.
Cata and Edri, on my dating dilemmas: "Eh ano naman kung ma-inlove ka??" (So what if you fell in love??)
Great. Good to know I have supportive friends all too willing to push me off the cliff, rite. Good to know.
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Sunday:
Woke up in Antipolo, and ended the day eating like there's no tomorrow at Mr. Kabab in West Ave. And oh yeah, watched My Sassy Girl at home before going off to sleep. Totally loved it.
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Monday:
Went on a solitary mall expedition -- something I totally forgot that I really enjoy doing because most of the time lately I went with people (who ended up spoiling the experience by doing either of two things: 1. complaining and 2. complaining more.) While eating lunch at good old McDonald's I kept getting distracted by the soundtracky background music they had -- the type you'd hear when getting in an adventure ride in Disneyland. I half expected gazelles to leap out my chicken McDo meal. Or something. Weird. But I liked it. Sometimes a distraction is all you need.
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Tuesday:
Back to work, was a not a bad day because somebody said my name so cutely that I heard the double "k's". Does that make sense? No? Good, because you're not supposed to get it, lol.
Well it was good, until later when we took our rabbits to the vet and discovered that the awful scaly thing causing Pepper's coat, nose and ears to shed was scabies. Very bad news, yes. But the real bad news is having the owner of the pet actually considering just leaving the animal for dead because oh well, she can just replace it with a new one, just in case. You can just imagine how upset this made me feel -- I had to resist the urge to punch something in the face.
And because I clearly heard the vet saying that it was treatable, I decided to have both Pepper, and my pet rabbit Sugar (who now has caught the disease too) treated even if it could mean starving until the next payday. (Yeah yeah you're entitled to your opinion but just so you know, I don't respect it. Get it? Good. Here, get yourself some education.)
People who think that it's okay to just let a pet die because it's replaceable ANYWAY should never get pets in the first place. Pets are not toys, and caring for them involves getting them treatment when they're sick (something that should occur to anyone before getting themselves that oh my gooossshhh it's sssooo cuuuuute animal). It's not just all about having a cute dog to walk around for the world to go ooohhh and aaaawwww at. If you can't handle the responsibility and commit to it just go get yourself some pet stuffed toy instead. At least that one's already dead (was never alive, in fact).
I'll make a good vet I know. I'll be the good vet that stabs you in the eye with a syringe if you make any stupid suggestions, like leaving a pet for dead. Lucky world I'm not.
That's Situation Normal: All Fcked Up, for you.
Labels: advocacies, anger mismanagement, animal rights, pets, snafu, tunnel visions, your weekend wanderer
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November 21, 2007
posted by Nk. at 1:31 PM
Back in college I was one of those people who knew exactly what to do with my life. I was going to take up a master's degree in Development Communication (or anything related to my journalistic inclinations) and have a career that will involve research, documentation, interaction with people from all walks of life, and lots of travel. If time (and finances) allowed, I was also going to take up Film, and because writing is my first love, maybe produce a screenplay or write a book someday. Sure it wasn't as specific as some OC life-planners would have it, but it was a direction, and it looked pretty promising.Now seven years later I'm wondering what sort of shit hit me that I now sit here in my personal hellhole, just a stupid remark's away from reaching my trigger point, underpaid and supposedly should be thankful for a six percent annual increase in what is known to most people as salary. After slaving for more than two years I'm left second-guessing myself -- if all the stress, bitching, hits and misses, reached targets, sacrificing, and "accomplishments" mattered, if my staying in this place is the stupidest decision I've made so far.
Am I just throwing a bitchy fit? Am I just being envious that my increase is a mere five hundred bucks while somebody else's is a thousand bucks or more? Am I just being the self-righteous, arrogant elitist? Am I just being whiny? Am I just over-reacting?
Should I just shut up and be thankful that at least, I have a job?
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I've always been told that dreams mattered. I'm not sure if I can still afford it, not with reality breathing heavily down my neck.
Maybe in the future, I'll read this post again and laugh at my childish emotional breakdowns. Maybe I'll do an Ala. But right now, I'm very, very pissed.
Labels: anger mismanagement
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October 25, 2007
posted by Nk. at 7:01 PM
Dear God,Now that we've granted pardon to recently convicted plunderer and former president Joseph "Erap" Estrada (who I'm sure You're quite familiar with), we hope that You will be pleased with our
Grant, we humbly implore, public officials who actually give a shit about us and our children's future; media institutions that don't fuck around with our minds and emotions with their own brand of peddling the "truth"; and a people who will be able to separate fact from fucked up fiction and by God (yup, that's You), have the will to do something about it.
Also, I want a boyfriend this Christmas. Thanks.
Amen.
(sorry for the expletives, but you're not against free speech yes?)
- niki
Labels: anger mismanagement
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August 29, 2007
posted by Nk. at 8:33 AM
i arrived in the office this morning and found my chair to be missing. it's just a stupid chair, but couldn't the stupid idiot who took it at least thought that somebody was using that stupid chair to work?i've always thought it silly that people have to put their names on their chairs here. isn't it simple enough? a chair stationed in someone else's desk = someone else's chair. simple. somehow some half-witted idiots manage to still miss that.
so much for my goodf&*%#@% morning.
Labels: anger mismanagement
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