Showtunes in my head
...It's a toss-up between "Omigod You Guys" from the Legally Blonde musical, and "Seasons of Love" from the ever-present Rent. Both are playing in my head. At the same time. It's very confusing up here right now. O_O
La lang sharing.
Eto pa:
- My dog, Misti died. She was ten years old. RIP Misti. I got her when I was in Grade 4. I remember how, when we took her home, she piddled in the car from fright. I trained the little bugger myself. Of course, I never got quite past "come!" and "outside!" but she was a good deal calmer and more manageable than the the other creatures we had in our menagerie. Other than her tendency to chase and kill the chickens to the point where we simply gave up on raising poultry altogether, that is. In relation to the dogs we have now though, (said dogs being the snake-tearing, ambulance-howling, rat-rending psychopaths on four legs we keep in our back yard) my mother said that Misti was "edukada." ...And now she ded. Not from Kok. Just dead. Ah well. Circle of life, etc. She was a good dog, and ten years is pretty long for dogs, so RIP.
- And my cat ran away. According to my mother, she went into heat, managed to sneak out, and, as of presstime, has yet to make a reappearance in teh Homestead.
- So... my dog dies and my cat runs away. If this is any indication of what kind of pet-owner I am, I dread the kind of parent I will/might be. (ph34r m3 chidrens!) O_o
- Macbook Air. ::drools:: Ideally, I'd have it fully decked out, complete with additional HD space, RAM, etc. Ideally. Realistically, I'd be lucky if I get a new laptop at all. Ah well. Libre lang namang mangarap.
- Ateneo HS exam season=brain death for me. Taena, if I don't have combo-showtunes in my head, the kids' mnemonic devices play on repeat in my internal speakers. WTF.
- People owe me moneys and haven't paid yet. It's getting really annoying. Also, the sweatshop BPO company I used to work for still hasn't given me my back-pay. Curse them and their bureaucratic bullshit: trying to deter honest ex-employees from the inadequate wages they'd slaved for! Curse you, structural sin and the mundanity of your impersonal evil! Curse you, oh world built on mindless purchase and your empty promises of human fulfillment through accumulation of material goods! A pox on the world! A pox! ::shakes fist::
...And for a twist of nudge-wink irony:
- Job. Can has want job nao plz. For teh moneys.
La lang sharing.
Eto pa:
- My dog, Misti died. She was ten years old. RIP Misti. I got her when I was in Grade 4. I remember how, when we took her home, she piddled in the car from fright. I trained the little bugger myself. Of course, I never got quite past "come!" and "outside!" but she was a good deal calmer and more manageable than the the other creatures we had in our menagerie. Other than her tendency to chase and kill the chickens to the point where we simply gave up on raising poultry altogether, that is. In relation to the dogs we have now though, (said dogs being the snake-tearing, ambulance-howling, rat-rending psychopaths on four legs we keep in our back yard) my mother said that Misti was "edukada." ...And now she ded. Not from Kok. Just dead. Ah well. Circle of life, etc. She was a good dog, and ten years is pretty long for dogs, so RIP.
- And my cat ran away. According to my mother, she went into heat, managed to sneak out, and, as of presstime, has yet to make a reappearance in teh Homestead.
- So... my dog dies and my cat runs away. If this is any indication of what kind of pet-owner I am, I dread the kind of parent I will/might be. (ph34r m3 chidrens!) O_o
- Macbook Air. ::drools:: Ideally, I'd have it fully decked out, complete with additional HD space, RAM, etc. Ideally. Realistically, I'd be lucky if I get a new laptop at all. Ah well. Libre lang namang mangarap.
- Ateneo HS exam season=brain death for me. Taena, if I don't have combo-showtunes in my head, the kids' mnemonic devices play on repeat in my internal speakers. WTF.
- People owe me moneys and haven't paid yet. It's getting really annoying. Also, the sweatshop BPO company I used to work for still hasn't given me my back-pay. Curse them and their bureaucratic bullshit: trying to deter honest ex-employees from the inadequate wages they'd slaved for! Curse you, structural sin and the mundanity of your impersonal evil! Curse you, oh world built on mindless purchase and your empty promises of human fulfillment through accumulation of material goods! A pox on the world! A pox! ::shakes fist::
...And for a twist of nudge-wink irony:
- Job. Can has want job nao plz. For teh moneys.