The Attack of The Killer Bangs

Gone are the days of the "curtain hair" when women (and men sometimes, hehehe) would just simply hang their hair limply with no creative layers.

Today's freshest look?

Try my dumb-and-dumber meets Star Trek bangs… :)

Or you might want to go a bit bolder with my friend Kiddie's new do.

That is, if you can afford it. Right Kid? :?

Adopt Me?

I went to Manila over the weekend to do some stuff and came back to Cebu Sunday afternoon.

Alone.

I had no choice but to call a few friends to adopt me coz I got so bored around 9pm.

I had coffee with JJ and Marie, lit a few sticks and engaged into some nice conversation to while away the time. I think everyone like me who works hard for 5 straight days would truly deserve to enjoy a warm cup of coffee and some awesome friends to spend time with at a nice rooftop café overlooking a pretty part of the city.

We drove a few blocks to scout for DVD stores. I found myself the perfect weekend movie.

Inuman at Italiannis

Kadramahan

We’ ve been friends for a long time ago. We come from the same alma mother. Actually, our paths crossed one time on another. But it’s only now that I gave him a second look. I realized that beauty is in the eyes. The pulpbits of my heart went fast, really fast. Cute pala siya. And then, he came over with me. He said, “I hope you don’t mine. Can I get your number?” Nag-worry ako. What if he doesn’t give it back? He explained naman na it’s so we could keep intact daw. Sabi ko, connect me if i’m wrong but are you asking me ouch? Nabigla siya. Sagot niya, The! Aba! Parang siya pa ang galit! Persona ingrata!!! Ang kapal niya! I cried buckles of tears.
Na-guilty yata siya. Sabi niya, isipin mo na lang na this is a blessing in the sky. Irregardless daw of his feelings, we’ll go ouch na rin. Now, we’re so in love. Mute and epidemic na ang past. Thanks God we swallowed our fried. Kasi, I’m 33 na and I’m running our time. After 2 weeks, he plopped the question. “Will you marriage me?” I’m in a state of shocked. Kasi mantakin mo, when it rains, it’s four! This is true good to be true. So siyempre, I said yes. Love is a many splendor.
Pero nung inaayos ko na ang aming kasal, everything swell to pieces. Nag-di-dinner kami noon nang biglang sa harap ng aming table, may babaeng humirit ng, “Well, well, well. Look do we hav e here.” What the fuss! The nerd ng babaeng yon! She said they were still on. So I told her, whatever is that, cut me some slacks! I didn’t want this to get our hand kaya I had to sip it in the bud. She accused me of steeling her boyfriend. Ats if! I don’t want to portrait the role of the other woman. Gosh, tell me to the marines! I told her, “please, mine you own business!” Who would believe her anyway?

Dahil it’s not my problem anymore but her problem anymore, tumigil na rin siya ng panggugulo. Everything is coming up daisies. I’m so happy. Even my boyfriend said liketwice. He’s so supportive. Sabi niya, “Look at is this way. She’s our of our lives.”
Kaya advise ko sa inyo - take the risk. You can never can tell. Just burn the bridge when you get there. Life is shorts. If you make a mistake, we’ll just pray for the internal and external repose of your soul. I second emotion.

Dear Annoying Person At The Gym

Dear Annoying Person at the Gym,

Not because I'm silent doen't mean I'm proud, or hambog or obnoxious, or whatever you call it. I'm a hard person to follow. Sometimes, I get so loud and happy and friendly, and sometimes I'm just silent.

If I don't say anything at all, it doesn't mean I don't like you. I just don't want to talk to you (for the moment).

And not because I'm not friends with your friends doesn't mean I don't like them. We just don't click that much.

And not because I talk to you doesn't mean were friends. Come on, we're just talking. Friendship is another thing, it's something you should earn on me, and me on you.And not because I smile at you doesn't mean I'm REALLY smiling at you. Maybe at that moment I was thinking your lips looked too big for your head. Or today you look like Pong Pagong, I mean, whatever right?

I'm just being me and I hope you respect that. Just leave me be. Please, stop releasing all those tales about me. Really, I'm no celebrity, and I prefer to have a very private life. But if you insist, then go ahead. I don't care. I'm just making things clear. :)

Love,

Keith

Running at Your Best

Everyday, a deer awakens knowing it must outrun the fastest lion or be hunted to death.

Everyday too, a lion awakens knowing it must outrun the slowest deer or be starved to death.

In this world, it doesn’t matter whether you’re a deer or a lion.When the sun rises, you should be running at your best.

Ode to My Half-Lit Marlboro

by Keith Pareja

I felt dejected when I saw my monthly sales performance
So I cupped my hands and blew one big sigh
I felt my pocket to where I placed my box of cigarettes
I took out one stick and went downstairs to smoke

It’s cold outside, again it’s about to rain
I lit my stick and blew one big puff of smoke
And there I saw you parking your car
The car where we used to make out and fight

I haven’t seen you in ages that’s for sure
You looked clean with your orange shirt
And I can smell your Burberry cologne from afar
And you looked at me, I thought you’d smile But you didn’t.

You walked to my direction, still you’re face was blank
I stood in my spot, the cigarette still clipped in my lips
And you went to me, took the stick from my mouth
And stepped on my poor little half-consumed Marlboro

You walked away saying nothing
And I stood there cold and solid
My mind was shouting “what the f***k is wrong with you!!!”
But my mouth just uttered one feeble “errrrrr…”

I walked up to my office still caught in disbelief
Sat down and ate a handful of peanuts
I turned my speakers on. I need some slap
And David Cook sang ‘oh darling coz you’ll always be my Baby…”

Damn.

Old Blogs...

Something that I wrote a year ago. In celebration of my first anniversary in the office, I am posting back this blog entry from an old blog that I deleted wayback when. :)

Written August 10, 2008

Today is Day 1 with my new employer...

I am having DINOSAURS in my stomach. My insides are twitching and
churning and every minute I feel like I wanna puke. It almost feels like my
first day at school. And I'm way too overdressed! And people are looking at me
from head to foot. And a cute guy from the fifth floor was staring at my groin.
Maybe I got all too comfy with my former office that I get too sensitive with
change. I was in my comfort zone for 2 years doing the duties and professional
responsibilities that I so got used to.

Yes, change. Starting today, I will no longer be doing sales, I will no
longer be campaigning against software piracy, I will no longer be making
marketing proposals, I will no longer be assisting partners, I will no longer be
cascading promos, I will no longer be stretching revenues, I will no longer
be cranking numbers.

What's next for Keith Pareja? Honestly I don't know just yet. Right now
I just want to blog and blog and blog until my fingers hurt. And until I get
sleepy.

I will be back working on graveyard shift. I was DELIGHTED when I knew
about my schedule. I love to work during nighttime. I am PRODUCTIVE during
nighttime (hehehe). The only thing I don't like about it is the fact that I will
be working out in the morning, and I will be missing the nice people in the who
work out only on evenings (guys you know who you are...). To sum it all up, yes,
I'm back to my old "made-for-the-call-center-self" self until I get to fly out
of the country by end of August.

And speaking of change, I need a new pair of jeans and office shoes. So
help me God.

But who is Dennis want to kissed. Me or You? And the Final is me.

I'm not sure who wrote this, but I stumbled upon a blog that said "this is a letter that someone found at a bar in Malate". Cracked me up I almost fell off the couch.

Read on.

To Marjie,

I am not surprise or wander why Dennis leave you.Why? What reason
you can think about but you're very fat body. I'm thought before that
Dennis only use me to his toy but sooner and later I'm realize that he really
can't not beared or stomached to be with you anymore because at first, Dennis
say he could not stand you're habit of making pakialam with all his walks and
always calling to their house what time he go home or this or that and then he
say he get ashame to met you iether in school or in his family and then asking
you to exercise you're very, very, very fat body but you hate it you thoughth
you're the most preetiest girls he know about what you think you are "Beautiful
Girl" of Jose Mari Chan even you are beautiful face (to your think) you do not
have the right to called me whatsoever or else different name one time or the
other for the real purposed to insults my personality because I'm never call you
names before iether in front of Dennis or in the backs of Dennis, but if you
start already to calling me different name, I'm don't have any other choice but
to called you other different name to like you are a PIG, FAT, OBESSED,
OVERWIGHT AND UGLY SHAPE girl.Shame to you're body that is to a BUDING.
You can't not blame Dennis for exchanging you to me because I'm am the more
sexier than you when you look to us in the mirror.I'm repeat again that you are
like Ike Lozada when she is a girl.FROM: THE SEXIEST GIRL OF D.M.

PS:
You say that I'm the bad breathe. But who is Dennis want to kissed.
Me or you? You or me?And the final is me.

That all.

Dream

This one's scary.

This morning I dreamt I was hopping from one wedding to another. I remember my Mom once told me that dreaming about a wedding actually means death of someone I love. In my dream I was attending multiple weddings, so does that mean multiple deaths?

Omigod, I hope not.

I remember a friend once told me that the best way to counter a dream was to tell it to people. So here, I'm blogging it for all the world to know.

I researched on some dream interpretation stuff from wherever and this is what I found out:

Dreaming about getting married or being in a wedding is relatively common. If
your biological time clock is ticking away and you are anxious to get married,
this dream may be a form of wish-fulfillment.

A wedding or a marriage in a dream is a profound and very personal symbol. It usually represents the harmonious integration of the dreamer's personality or psyche (i.e. the coming together of masculine, feminine, shadow, anima, physical, spiritual,
unconscious, or/and conscious components).

The marriage in your dream may represent the union of the different sides of your own character. This is a positive dream symbol because it suggests a degree of self-awareness and integration. Many people dream about weddings during times of stress and difficulty.

Based on superstition some cultures believe that dreaming of a wedding is a negative omen that generally represents a period of grief and possibly death.

I'd like to take the third one--- the one about the harmonious integration of my psyche. I mean whatever… Anything but death really. :)

I call this "The Beautiful Bullshit Pasta".

For the benefit of good friend Jas who fell in love with my pasta dish last night, I am finally revealing the secret to the yummiest, most beautiful bullshit killer pasta recipe.

I call this "The Beautiful Bullshit Pasta".

It's suppose to be a secret--- but I guess nothings ever more transparent nowadays with google and all, so there, read on.


Ingredients:

300 grams twirl and shell shape pasta
2 cans spicy tuna
1/2 cup sliced black olives
2 tablespoons capers
1 tablespoon basil
2 tablespoons parsley
Garlic--- lots of garlic
Young corn, cut in halves
One medium-sixed broccoli
Olive oil
Salt and pepper to taste


Instructions: Mix everything until it looks like this.




Or you might wanna try googling up how-to's. It doesnt really take a rocket scientist to figure out how to make pasta, does it? :)

Enjoy bebehs...

Perez- Enoveso Wedding

Just posting up some pics during the Perez-Enoveso Wedding Reception that I hosted.


*If you need a wedding host,, or if you need a Coordinator, contact 09156431560. Thanks!

Attack of the Office Cam-Whores

Text conversation with Fritz earlier:

Fritz: Hey, nag-watch kag Darna run?

Me: No, I'm in Ayala eating
dinner. And no, I don't watch Darna. Why?

Fritz: Who makes a better
Darna? Angel or Marian.

Me: HELLO!?!?

(After a couple of minutes----)

Me: I like Angel coz she's morena. Darna should be Pinay-looking.

Fritz: But mas gwapa si Marian. Yes?

Me: So? Ok fine, I like Angel Locsin coz she has bigger boobs.

Fritz: I like Marian coz she has long legs.

Me: No I think Angel makes a better Darna coz I think she's a lesbian.

Fritz: She's a lesbian???

Me: I heard. Yes.

Fritz: Seriously??? And they say Piolo's bakla. So who's left straight?

Me: Apparently wala. Marian, I guess. That's why she's so boring.

Facebook Disaster. lol

Hahaha. I dont mean to laugh at someone else's misery, but this one's just funny. :)

Hey...

It's amazing to realize that even if the world around us changes so fast, the heart still longs for the same friends to share memories with.

I miss you, guys! Like super. :)

my reasons to quit always outnumber my reasons to start something noble

Sunday sermon was great.

Perseverance.

If there is something that I'm always guilty of, it is the fact that I have this bad habit of starting things and not having the perseverance to finish it. I always get so afraid halfway, and the worst part is, the temptation to quit is something that always attracts me. I have lost count on the things that I started, some actions that I have pursued, and plans that I have started that I never ever get to finish because I either get too afraid, or just get tired about it and do something else.

It's like I never run out of new things to start, but I also never run out of reasons to quit. The funny thing is, my reasons to quit always outnumber my reasons to start something noble.

Listening to the Pastor's message I thought to myself, hey maybe this is the reason why now at 27 years old I still have the silliest questions in life. I started things before that left me hanging.

Bad.

A lot of people would decide to run a race, some of them you expect to see win, only to find out that they're not even there at the finish line. The thought makes me guilty big time.


1. Sermon says: We must not be deterred by the lack of immediate results.

Beautiful Bullshit pleads guilty on this. I don’t know--- patience is a virtue I
do not possess. If I was a kid and you'd make me take the marshmallow test, I
would fail. Definitely. I want immediate results. If I want to lose 10 lbs, I
want to lose it overnight. Call me crazy, but don’t we all dream of the fastest,
quickest results? Slow is garbage.

2. Sermon says: We must not be deterred by major set-backs along the way.

Beautiful Bullshit pleads guilty again: If I pursue something, and I see some
close friends do the opposite, I completely forget my goals and go with the
flow (even if the flow OBVIOUSLY is going down the drain). Example? Smoking.
Duh.

3. Sermon says: We must not be deterred by the ridicule of others.

Beautiful Bullshit pleads guilty: Im gay, ok? What people think about me, what I
wear, how I fix my hair, among others, is a big issue for me. MAJOR as a matter
of fact. If I start a goal, and find myself ridiculed by others because it's
weird, or funny or cheap or ugly, I drop it.

So there. I realized I was doing it wrong, it's high time I change my ways. It's never to late to start something good really.

One of the biggest lessons that struck me was the sermon about perseverance and on finishing the race. I have learned that all of us are called to a race that we are supposed to finish.

I say it's totally fine to be human. We're not called to all be saints anyway. But it's never too late to start something good and finish it. I say I start with one noble goal at a time. God is always there so I'll be fine. :)

Squid sisig, anyone?

Celebrating First Anniversary at the office...

I am officially celebrating my first year here at the office.

How swift time flies indeed.

It's just like it was on yesterday when I was first interviewd by one of the managers here. I remember one very notable remark that I said druing my preliminary interview:

"The people you work with is just as important as the nature of your job."

Luckily for me, I have the best of both worlds. :)
Thank you, all. I hope to spend more years with you. Cheers!

Goodbye President Cory...

Media is buzzing about the death of former President Cory Aquino. The woman was indeed a hero, I mean, she led an imperfect administration (just like all the leaders of the world), but the national values she stood for really changed the face of our country and I applaud her for that.

I wanted to watch decent news about the whole thing--- you know, perhaps some inspiring stories about Cory when she was young, when she was with Ninoy, when she was bravely fighting for change--- but nada.

Everytime I watch TV, all I see is the face of Kris Aquino, you know, with her usual uber-dramatic look.

Kris Aquino in The Buzz. Kris Aquino in Umagang Kay Ganda, Kris Aquino in TV Patrol. Kris Aquino in Bandila. Kris Aquino in commercials in between. And the cycle went on and on since a couple of days back.



Tomorrow wont be different.

Weekend Movie and the 3-Day Fat Flush Diet I Could Never Dare Start

I have once again defied personal rules last Sunday when boyfie and I went out to watch a horror movie. I have promised myself not to watch horror movies as I would lose sleep for the couple of weeks that would follow, but turned out that I didn’t have any choice but to say yes. Boyfie's a big fan of blood and scare and everything evil, that I didn’t want to spoil our weekend together, which now happens rarely as he's always on travel. Also, a part of me wanted to watch coz I saw the trailer plus I have the biggest crush on Ananda Everingham. I could just run a marathon of all his horror movies, just stare at his face for hours and not care about the stories at all.

Anyways, there. Mediocre movie. Bad story. Bad acting. Hot actor.

Boyfie and I have been planning to get into this 3-day fat-flush diet. I mean whatever--- We just wanna lose like 5 lbs or so. Our friends have been telling us that we're both getting fatter and fatter by the minute and it's not a cute thing.

Over the weekend, we stocked on fruits--- apples, bananas, grapes, pineapples and fruit juice (the one with L-carnatine that could burn fat). From the whole line-up itself you can tell that we were both desperate to lose weight, or at least not gain weight on the weekend. Weekends for me are the toughest, especially when boyfie cooks his killer pasta dish.

Anyways, we were both so ready to go on this 3-day fat-flush-fruits-only diet when boyfie decided to cook "a little pasta", then I offered to cook some chicken, and then we had ice cream and beer.

The morning after that, we cooked sardines and spam and eggs and inhaled a potful of rice.

At the end of the day, we just watched some of the bananas wilt, and the apples and grapes untouched.

I had like 5000 calories, gaddd Im in big trouble. Literally :)

Diet starts next week. Promise.