Open for occupancy

In a perfect world--well, in my perfect world:

-Cigarettes wouldn't cause health complications
-Lacuna (from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind) existed
-Tap water would adjust to your body's temperature
-It would be safe from drunk and horny men who rape little girls and boys
-The perfect background music would play in every "real moment"
-Ice cream, chocolate and all that's gummy would contain 0 calories
-Teleportation would be readily available
-You wouldn't need a green thumb to grow pretty flowers
-No one would get into accidents
-And there would be no stupid motorcycle drivers
-Everyone would have a view of the sunset
-The government would fund everything fairly
-Or how about having no government at all (questionable factor..)
-Money could grow on trees
-People had the ability to stop time, go back, and make up for their mistakes
-There would be honest businessmen and lawyers
-Everyone knew how to dance
-Farts didn't have to smell that bad
-Elevators could "block" people from making it stop on their way up/down
-There would be no nappy curls, zits and scars
-Mary Poppins lived
-All forms of sexual expression and orientation were respected
-Lady Luck would be on everyone's side
-Religion and the origin of the universe could be explained literally in a book
-Young girls would be advised to take birth control
-You could buy X-Ray glasses or invisible paint or lotion
-Everything would contain a microchip with some ultra-magnetic force capability so that nothing would get lost
-Parents would be much cooler
-And the kids wouldn't grow up (Just like Holden Caulfield thought)

Which brings me to my final point--a quote actually, I picked up somewhere I can't quite remember:

"The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A death! What's that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you're too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until you're young enough to enjoy retirement. You drink alcohol, you party, and you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last 9 months floating... then you finish of as an orgasm!!!"

What's your perfect world like?

All in a day's work... and overtime

One major reason why I was a bit apprehensive to start a new blog was because of my propensity to keep ranting until day's end. Though I am not a high maintenance type of person, there are occasions when I find myself complaining about the littlest things. I swear, there is a difference between high maintenance and being whiny. I'm just not in the right mood to debate about it right now.

So yeah, here I go again, ranting my life away. I'm annoyed, extremely, but let's not dwell on that. Was it Wendy who said think happy thoughts? I think. Ok.

First off, I'm starting to read again.

Honestly, being forced to write everyday is getting quite tedious, especially if you don't really like the topic. Nevertheless, it's work and it's got to be good, otherwise I'd be out the window before you can say deadline. So by learning how to produce better work, I've decided to start hitting the books again, a luxury I've been robbed off since I entered college.

Right now, I'm reading my boss' book called "Even a Moron with a Dream..." and it's not bad for his first publication. Of course, this would entail another review to be written, but that's gonna be for our magazine, not here.


But if you chance upon it in your local bookstore, go ahead. It's a light read.

Once I'm done with that, I resolve to spend all my free time on something I just bought yesterday. It's by Steve Martin, who apparently, wrote Shopgirl too. Because I thought that story was quite brilliant, I was hoping this would be too.


Please resurrect my love for reading again by living up to your title.

I was also tempted to buy this other one but I guess it's way passed my prime. Still, I believe it deserves to be on this entry, purely for posterity's sake.


Now this is something every bitter woman will want. But that's not me...anymore.

(Whew, just talking about books got me on a high again!)

I don't think I need a second or third happy thought to brighten up my night because whatever has got me pissed is done, and I can't turn back time. I know that there will be more blood baths in the future, so I really have no choice (translation: I may as well buy the most stylish battle gear I can afford to lift my spirits).

After this note, I will try my best to stop being such a brat about things I'm not directly suffering for. I'm just so so SO at the brink of just typing until my keypads burn, but forget it. I'd rather run away with my Prince Charming on Skype.

Geez, my life is quite sad.

Writing 10,000 words and not making sense

REALLY bummed out because of all the deadlines I don't think I can meet. On top of the articles that have yet to be written, I've got a handful of duties and issues to deal with, both official and unofficial.

I've got a baptism to attend and an anniversary to celebrate, both coming up this weekend. For weeks, I've also been on diet limbo, which is really frustrating because now the harsh reality of being an adult (adult = slow metabolism) is becoming more evident. Plus, so much more money issues to reconcile--bills to pay, debts to collect, my pending raise, the need to buy things I have to, etc. Yes, I'm ranting.

UGH. Everything's just piling up and I'm breaking out (literally, too). I really hope this is just a menstrual syndrome--that, or the annoying weather, otherwise I'm in deep shit, dipshit.

SERIOUSLY, only one thing can make me feel better right now, and that's a good book. I've been dying to buy Haruki Murakami's 'What I Talk About When I Talk About Running' for days now and I might just pick it up after work today. Then go home, sip on a nice cup of tea and kill all the time I can...

BUT just thinking about my impossible workload is already getting me out of the mood.

I need a cigarette.