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...

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